The mistress's seduction

My name is Wang Lun. I grew up in the countryside. After graduating from high school, I took the college entrance examination with lofty ideals, but unfortunately, I didn't excel in my studies and failed.

The despair and helplessness I felt after failing the

exam are unimaginable. My parents had worked tirelessly, scrimping and saving to support my education for twelve years, and now, with no future in sight, I didn't know how to face them. Fortunately, my parents are understanding people. They said that even in the past, during the imperial examination era, ten years of hard study didn't guarantee success, and how many people actually passed? Now, millions of students are vying for that single-plank bridge. So they persuaded me to go home and temporarily help them run their small shop.

It was a small business, and the work was quite relaxed. After two months, I felt utterly bored and wasting my precious youth. So, with my parents' permission, I took a few hundred yuan and took a train south to find work.

Arriving in this developed southern city, I had no relatives or friends. For the first few days, I rented a makeshift bed in the corridor of a cheap hotel to stay in, and bought a bowl of plain noodles to fill my stomach when I was hungry. I wandered around looking for work during the day.

I even went to a job center to try my luck, but there were so many college students and even master's students there that I felt like an ant, so I left feeling extremely inferior after watching the spectacle. Later, I found some kind of employment agency that supposedly could introduce me to factory work, but it would charge a referral fee of 500 yuan. I checked my pockets and went out.

As time went by, the money in my pocket dwindled day by day. Eventually, I had

no choice but to find a place to sleep under a bridge and live a life of half-fullness and half-starvation. One day, I was sitting idly on a roadside step when I happened to see a half-discarded newspaper by the roadside, so I picked it up and started reading. Suddenly, I noticed a job posting section, and upon closer inspection, I saw an advertisement for a domestic helper agency, one of the ads being for a male nanny with a high salary. I figured as long as I had a job, I didn't care what kind, so I went to the address.

The plump auntie at the employment agency quickly called the employer over so I could meet her directly to discuss the job. The employer was a woman in her thirties, a very elegant, poised, and beautiful woman. Upon meeting me, she sized me up like she was on a blind date. To be honest, although I was down on my luck, I was a tall, strong man of 1.73 meters, with a handsome and dignified appearance; I wasn't afraid anyone would criticize my appearance.

After looking me over for a while, she pinched my arm, touched my chest muscles, patted my shoulder, and smiled, praising me, "You're a good young man indeed!" Then, in a gentle tone, she told me that her husband was paralyzed in a car accident, and my job was to take care of him; other housework would be handled by a part-time worker, and the monthly salary was one thousand yuan. For someone as desperate as me, it was like a windfall, so I agreed without hesitation.

"When can you start work? The sooner the better," the young woman asked, sounding very happy.

"Today!" I replied readily. You see, I was a homeless person with nowhere to eat or sleep. If I could find a place to stay and a full stomach, I'd do anything, even shovel latrines.

"I'll give you the address. Go back and pack your things, then come over."

"Don't laugh, all my belongings are in this handbag! I'll come with you right away," I said cheerfully, patting my dirty handbag.

She had driven there herself in a very impressive BMW. It was obvious she was a wealthy woman. I was secretly delighted, glad I'd found the right owner.

The car quickly entered a luxury residential area, filled with detached villas. She drove into the garage of a white-walled, red-tiled house and then led me into the living room.

Before me stood a magnificent hall I'd never seen before. I felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. She gestured for me to sit on the sofa, but I remained standing there, frozen in place, afraid my dirty clothes would soil the velvet sofa. Perhaps noticing my embarrassment, she said, "Just make yourself at home. It's alright, sit down and let's talk." Seeing how approachable she was, I timidly sat down.

She asked me to call her Mrs. Li, and then began to introduce her to me. It turned out that only she and her husband lived there; they were both in their thirties and had been married for just over three years. Her husband had been in a car accident three months prior. Although he survived, he was mostly in a vegetative state from the chest down and currently had the mental capacity of a one-year-old infant. My job was to take care of his basic needs; other housework was handled by a part-time worker.

Then, Mrs. Li showed me around the house. This is a duplex house. The main bedrooms are on the second floor. There used to be a maid's room on the lower floor, but it was given to the paralyzed master of the house. So, I was assigned to sleep in the guest room next to the master bedroom. This guest room is a suite with a large bed and a luxurious bathroom. Living here feels like stepping into another world.

My daily work consists of wiping the master of the house, changing his clothes, and feeding him three meals a day. In addition, I turn him over every few hours and give him some soup or water. The hardest part is cleaning his bottom. The stench of the excrement and urine in his diapers is unbearable. Even though I wear a mask and rubber gloves, I still feel like vomiting when I see it. But I gradually got used to it and stopped caring.

Mrs. Li leaves early and returns late. I heard she is the chairman of a supermarket chain, but she doesn't have a regular work schedule. She just attends meetings or makes inspections occasionally. She doesn't manage the specific business operations. She was rarely home, only coming home for meals about two days a week, so the part-time housekeeper, Sister Xing, only needed to cook for me and the master of the house.

Besides my basic, bossy work, I had plenty of free time, which I spent reading newspapers and novels, watching TV, or surfing the internet to kill time. My salary was excellent; the thousand yuan I received each month was completely unnecessary, since even my handkerchiefs and toothbrushes were provided by the master. So I kept my first month's wages to tide me over, sending every penny home afterward.

This went on for over a month. One evening, Mrs. Li came home with a large stack of DVDs. After showering, she put on an extremely sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgown and watched DVDs alone in the living room.

Because of my status, I couldn't openly watch TV with the master, so whenever she came home, I would retreat to my room to read. Soon, I faintly heard moaning sounds. Thinking something was wrong, I sneaked out of the bedroom and went to a corner of the hallway to look downstairs. What I saw terrified me. The large television was showing extremely obscene scenes: a naked man and woman were flirting, and the moans were coming from the pretty girl on the screen.

Looking at Mrs. Li, I saw her rubbing her breasts with one hand while the other was inside her crotch, rhythmically emitting soft moans. The sight made me feel hot all over, and my penis was so erect it felt like it was about to burst through my pants.

I quickly retreated back to my room, but the lewd scene lingered in my mind, growing increasingly aroused. So I had to masturbate to release my pent-up desire. Later, I thought, Mrs. Li is quite pitiful. In her thirties, she's in her prime, the time when women know best how to enjoy sex, yet she has to live a life of forced widowhood. How will she manage?

In the days that followed, my monotonous life began to change slightly. Mrs. Li often took me to the market. At first, I said I couldn't be away from home for too long because I needed to turn the patient over and feed him water promptly, and also keep an eye on his bottom for any problems. But she said, "No one will die. I'm the one who asked you to go, so don't nag."

Perhaps worried that my clothes might be inappropriate, on our first trip to the market, she specially took me to buy many expensive clothes and two pairs of leather shoes. She also took me to get a haircut, making me look completely refreshed, inside and out, and undoubtedly more handsome.

Initially, sometimes she would ask me to accompany her to the mall, and I would be a great porter, carrying all the bags. Sometimes I would accompany her to have morning tea or dinner, always at upscale restaurants or fine Western restaurants. When eating Western food, I didn't know the etiquette or how to eat properly, so she patiently taught me. After a period of "training," this country boy became increasingly fashionable.

Later, she even took me to high-end clubs to play cards, to parties for wealthy women, and sometimes even to company meetings. My address to her had long since changed from Mrs. Li to Sister Zhang; she introduced me to others as her hired assistant.

One weekend, Mrs. Li unusually came home early, having bought a lot of groceries. She then personally cooked three delicious side dishes and invited me to the dining room to eat with her. Seeing my slightly timid expression, she said, "Living in the same house means we're family. Why the master-servant distinction? Am I supposed to eat alone? I already consider you my little brother!"

As soon as we sat down, she excitedly took a bottle of XO from the liquor cabinet—a famous, high-end spirit I had only heard of but never tasted. She poured me a full glass and then poured herself half. She said many lighthearted things to put me at ease, and repeatedly urged me to drink, saying I should drink more to get used to it, and that I should drink for her when we went out for social events in the future. I have a decent tolerance for alcohol, and this wine was particularly fragrant, so I didn't pay any attention to it.

After dinner, she told me to just put the dishes in the kitchen and wash them when Aunt Xing arrived tomorrow. I quickly took a shower and came out to chat with her, telling her not to be so reserved in the future and not to always hide in her room.

Because of the hot weather, I wore only a sports vest and beach shorts after showering, as usual. After settling the patient in, giving her medicine, and putting her to bed, I went to the living room. To my surprise, she was already sitting on the sofa, wearing her usual thin, low-cut nightgown, her upper body and long legs exposed, revealing her fair skin. Her breasts, barely covered, stood proudly erect, almost spilling out, with a mysterious cleavage visible between them. Her hair was flowing over her shoulders, and her eyes were dreamy. Seeing me come out, she smiled and gestured for me to sit down. I felt a little embarrassed, realizing we were both alone together and dressed so casually, and kept standing there, hesitant to approach.

"How old are you this year?" she suddenly asked.

"Almost twenty-two."

"Then you're not a child anymore, still shy? Sister Zhang is exactly ten years older than you. You're not going to wait until you're that old to mature, are you?"

My face flushed, and I reluctantly sat down on the other armchair.

She sighed deeply and said emotionally, "You're young, you don't understand how hard it is for Sister Zhang! My husband used to be a womanizer and neglected me, and now he's half-dead, making my life even harder." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she wiped them with a tissue. She continued, "Some people advised me to divorce him and find a new life. First, I couldn't bear to leave him when he's in the most pain; second, if I divorced him, I'd only get half the property." She paused, then continued, "Everyone has emotions and desires, and when I'm lonely and sleepless on long nights, I can only endure it..." She choked up at this point, and I quickly handed her the tissue box.

That night, she talked a lot. Perhaps it was rare for someone to listen to her woes, and having a chance to vent might make her feel better. I was just a listener, finding it difficult to find suitable words to comfort her.

The second night, after finishing my work, I dared not retreat to my room again. I walked easily into the living room, and at her invitation, I gladly sat down beside her. After watching TV for a while, she took out a DVD and started playing it.

At the beginning, a large red "Warning" sign appeared on the screen, startling me so much that I stared intently at the content. It said the film contained pornographic content and was not suitable for those under 18. I thought, this is probably what I've heard of as pornography or adult films. I immediately felt tense.

Then, the plot began with extremely obscene scenes. First, a naked man and woman were flirting; one moment the woman was sucking on his penis, the next the man was sucking her breasts, and then he was licking her clitoris and vulva with his tongue. The woman was moaning wildly with excitement.

I had never seen such a carnal scene before. It made my whole body hot, my heart pounding, and my crotch was already bulging with an erection. I felt very embarrassed and tried to cover it with my hand. Later, feeling unbearably engorged and afraid of ejaculating, I quickly ran to the bathroom, urinated, and only then did my penis go limp.

When I returned to the television, I saw the man straddling the woman's lower body, his iron-like penis dangling at her vulva. The woman, seemingly unable to restrain herself any longer, reached out and grasped the blood-red rod, trying to guide it into her vagina. The man thrust forward, inserting his penis. The woman cried out, then moaned repeatedly as the man thrust forcefully. I watched, my blood boiling, my face burning, and needless to say, my penis was throbbing hard again.

As I watched, they continued their frenzied activity, changing positions and postures. Especially when they switched to doggy style, I felt the man's momentum surge even stronger, his powerful thrusts a display of masculine prowess—a scene that truly showcased male virility. Later, they switched back to the original missionary position. After a rapid, dizzying series of thrusts, the woman's hands were frantically tearing at the sheets, her body twisting and convulsing. Her face was frighteningly pale, and she was screaming wildly. The man responded by thrusting even harder. After a few more convulsions, he went limp and collapsed on top of her.

I had never imagined that sex could be so intense, with so many variations. While watching TV, I couldn't help but steal glances at Zhang Jie's reaction. I saw her arms wrapped around her chest, her expression extremely tense, as if the woman on screen was herself.

Later, I watched several more sex scenes—two men and one woman, two women and one man, and more explicit scenes. I thought, those must be things for ordinary people.

After watching, I stood up and said goodnight to Zhang Jie. She replied goodnight and didn't say anything more. I then turned and went back to my room to sleep.

The following night, we watched the pornographic film together again. Normally, when watching TV, we'd comment on the plot from time to time, but for two nights, we just watched and didn't say a word. I think we were both probably embarrassed.

The next day, after she got home, she invited me to go grocery shopping with her, and then she cooked a delicious meal herself. We sat facing each other, and I was less reserved now. She kept urging me to drink, and I drank even more that night, and she seemed to be having a much more enjoyable time than last time.

After showering, she invited me to watch TV in the living room. She took two new DVDs out of her purse; needless to say, they were pornographic films again. But this one didn't start with explicit sex; it was quite human, telling the story of a couple. However, as the plot unfolded, the lewd scenes of lovemaking began.

From passionate kissing to undressing, to intense flirting, and finally to endless entanglement, the entire process felt incredibly real to the viewer. When the woman reached her climax, Sister Zhang couldn't help but reach out and hug me tightly, her fingers digging into my muscles, before passionately kissing me.

I was momentarily flustered and instinctively returned her kiss. Then, she pulled my hands to her breasts, and I boldly began to fondle them.

Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, she removed her bra straps, exposing her firm breasts completely. I couldn't resist any longer, so I cupped her breasts with both hands and vigorously kneaded them. Later, she pressed my head against her chest; I knew what she wanted, so I opened my mouth and began to suckle her nipple. At this point, she was emitting intoxicating moans of pleasure.

It seemed she had lost control of her emotions. My hot, hard penis, as stiff as an iron rod, was now tightly gripped in her hand. She then went even further, reaching into her shorts and rapidly stroking my penis.

I had never experienced such intense stimulation before. Suddenly, my body trembled, my glans tingled, and I convulsed, ejaculating a gush of hot semen into my pants, covering her hands. While I felt incredibly embarrassed, she seemed quite pleased with herself.

As she wiped her hands with a tissue, she smiled and said, "It's normal for young people without sexual experience to have plenty of passion but lack self-control. But don't be embarrassed. In those videos, you see experienced men and women who ejaculate first with their hands or mouths, so they can last longer when it's actually happening and won't disappoint their partners. You'll gradually understand." Hearing her say that, my face suddenly turned red, and I felt very embarrassed. But it also made me realize that there are so many intricacies involved in sexual intercourse.

"Xiao Lun, you should still be a virgin, right?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes, I'm still quite naive. Although some female classmates wanted to be friends with me when I was in school, I knew my background, so I never even held a girl's hand." "

I knew you were a complete novice when it came to matters of sex, so I specially found some videos for you to watch these past few nights. You know, this is called sex education. After watching a lot, you should understand a lot of things." She paused, then suddenly became serious. "I've been through it all. I've experienced the most pleasurable moments of my life, but now, how painful it is for a woman in her early thirties to be without a man by her side!" As she said this, her eyes reddened.

"To be frank, ever since I first saw you, your handsome looks and muscular physique have attracted me. Besides asking you to come back and take care of my patient, I've long wanted you to help me alleviate my loneliness. However, I need some time to get to know you before I dare to carry out my plan. Although there's a significant age gap between us, preventing us from being husband and wife, we can be sexual partners. We're both adults, and it's normal for us to have fun together. But I hope you won't see it as you're doing me a favor."

She finished speaking in one breath, making it crystal clear that she wanted me to have sex with her and become her lover. At that moment, my mind went blank, and I was at a loss. But when I thought about this easy and lucrative job, and the benefits she would bring me, faced with this beautiful woman offering herself so willingly, did I still have a reason to back down?

Then, she straightened her clothes, turned off the TV and the main light, and in the dim nightlight, she took my hand and said tenderly, "Sweetie, let's go to my room!"

Entering the master bedroom, the scent of jasmine perfume wafted towards me, creating a very warm and inviting atmosphere. She flipped a switch, changing the light to a dark blue, making the whole environment exceptionally romantic. Although I felt a sense of intoxication, I remained frozen in place. She turned around and suddenly, with irresistible allure, threw herself into my arms, pressing her hot lips to mine.

To be honest, I'm a complete novice at kissing, and could only let her passionately suckle my lips. When her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I had no idea how to respond. However, desire is perhaps innate, and soon I found my way and we were passionately kissing.

Because our bodies were pressed tightly together, her breasts were rubbing against my chest, a truly sensual sight. My penis was already rock hard, involuntarily pressing against her crotch, making me indescribably excited.

She seemed to have lost control; after pushing me onto the bed, she quickly stripped off all my clothes. I boldly started to remove her nightgown, but as soon as the strap came off, the dress slipped to the floor. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath; she was going commando.

As we lay naked together, I suddenly remembered scenes from the movies and realized what I should do. So I rolled over and pounced on her, kissing her passionately, then her ears and neck, before sliding my hot lips to her chest. Following the example from the movies, I kissed her breasts, then focused on her nipples. I sucked, teased with my tongue, and gently bit them, until she let out intoxicating moans of pleasure.

After teasing her until she was completely aroused, I began kissing her genitals down her belly. She readily opened her thighs, revealing her still very white and tender labia majora beneath a sparse, inverted triangle of pubic hair. At this point, the techniques I'd learned from the videos came into play. After kissing her entire vulva, I focused on her highly sensitive clitoris.

I first gently rubbed it with my index finger, then pressed and circled it, before licking it with the tip of my tongue, making her writhe in pleasure and emit piercing moans. Following the same method from the videos, I first licked away the fluid covering her vulva, then curled my tongue and probed inside her vagina, moving it in and out. She became even more excited. Suddenly, a large gush of fluid spurted out; luckily, I managed to dodge in time, or it would have certainly gotten into my nostrils.

Perhaps sensing she needed to do something, she got up and made me lie down. Then, she grasped my throbbing penis with one hand, stroked it a few times, and brought it to her mouth, licking the glans incessantly. Especially when she licked the urethral opening and coronal sulcus, I was so excited I almost ejaculated. Next, she took my thick, long penis into her mouth, all the way to her throat, and began to swallow it with great pleasure until I couldn't take it anymore and pushed her away.

It seemed we had practiced all the foreplay techniques we'd learned from movies; by this time, we were both incredibly aroused. I made her lie down, knelt behind her, and let her legs drape over my shoulders. Then I pressed my hot, hard penis against her entrance.

Seeing I couldn't find the way in, she became impatient and guided my penis into her hot vagina. Perhaps it was an innate instinct, or perhaps it was from watching examples in videos, but once my penis was fully inserted, I knew to thrust in and out repeatedly. The overflowing vaginal fluid made a sizzling sound with each thrust, which, combined with her excited cries, created a beautiful, intoxicating melody.

Soon, her cries became more piercing, her whole body seemed to convulse, and her hands, draped over my back, clung tightly, so tightly that her sharp nails dug into my skin. I knew she was having an orgasm, so I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts. At this point, I could no longer control myself; I felt a tingling sensation reach my glans, but I still had some sense of reason and hurriedly asked her, "I'm going to cum, can I ejaculate inside?" She replied breathlessly, "Cum freely! I like it!" And so, as if hearing the bugle call to battle, a stream of hot semen, after five or six thrusts, gushed out into her paradise.

I lay limp on top of her, panting, for a moment, showering her with sweet, long kisses. At that moment, I tried to keep my penis inside her warm opening until it fully contracted and then automatically slipped out. Following the example in the video, I knew the woman's afterglow wouldn't completely disappear immediately; I hadn't done enough of the so-called afterplay, so I lay on my side, continuing to hold her tightly and play with her breasts.

Finally, the passion subsided, and she lovingly cupped my face, gently kissing me again and again. She whispered, "Xiao Wang, thank you for the endless pleasure you gave me tonight! I haven't had any sexual joy in so long! I can't even remember the last time I experienced a real orgasm."

"I should really thank you. You're my sexual mentor! I admire your thoughtfulness. If you hadn't arranged for me to watch videos and learn beforehand, I think I would have been completely lost. How would I have known there were so many techniques and so much to learn?"

"I'm very satisfied with your performance just now, but you've only learned some basics. There are many techniques you haven't tried yet. Practice makes perfect, take your time. With your intelligence and strong physique, you'll definitely become a master."

"Weren't you afraid of getting pregnant when you made me ejaculate inside?" "

I'm not stupid. I started taking birth control pills again after my period ended last week. My husband and I never like using condoms. It's like scratching an itch through a boot—it's tasteless and pointless."

"You're very farsighted!" With that, I kissed her again.

The sweetest whispers exchanged after lovemaking are especially tender. By then, there's no distance between us; we're like a couple deeply in love.

We rested in each other's arms for about half an hour. When I said I wouldn't disturb her rest and was about to get up to go back to my room, she held me tightly, refusing to let me leave. She said she wanted me to sleep with her like this from now on, that she needed me very much.

Soon, my little brother became erect again in her soft, warm hands. I knew this parched woman wouldn't be satisfied easily, so we made love passionately once more.

Under her careful guidance, we tried various positions. When we played the lotus position, she took the initiative, moving with effortless grace, and soon reached climax. Later, when we played the doggy style, I took the initiative. With my vigorous thrusts, she quickly began to pant, allowing me to experience another climax.

It seemed we were both exhausted. After we finished, we tidied up quickly and fell asleep in each other's arms.

I usually wake up at 6:30. As I gently pushed her away to get up, she woke up too. We looked at each other's naked bodies, both seeming a little embarrassed. But when she saw my little brother, already in the morning's aroused state, she quickly reached out and started stroking him. I hurriedly pulled away from her, saying embarrassedly, "Don't touch me! I'm about to burst from holding my pee!" She laughed heartily. I quickly ran to the bathroom.

When I came out after urinating, she gave me a flirtatious look and beckoned. I knew she wanted it again, so I went to the bedside, gave her a morning kiss, and said, "There's a long way to go, sweetie, you should sleep a little longer. I can't forget my morning work." She nodded, so I got dressed and got to work.

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