Bro, just think of me as a prostitute.

I work at a computer networking company. My job is basically a jack-of-all-trades position; there's no clearly defined title, but I'm practically the highest-ranking person after the boss. The boss and his wife are divorced, and the company belongs to the wife. I used to be quite close to the boss, and I figured if I left, the wife would have a hard time, so I stayed at her company when they separated. Our company isn't big, about 30 people, mainly in sales and hardware installation. I handle most of the internal work; the wife mainly handles contacting clients, installation, procurement, and a whole host of other tasks.
Let me tell you about my wife. She's quite tall, around 166cm, and was probably under 40 at the time. She's very fair-skinned, a little chubby, weighing around 120 pounds, and has a huge bust—at least that's considered big in our area, probably a D cup, but I prefer smaller busts, but that's another story. She's a cheerful and outgoing person. She and her husband came back from Canada, became citizens, and speak good English (though now that I'm living abroad, my English might be okay in China, but it's not so great overseas). Normally, she liked to make risqué jokes at work, sometimes teasing me.
Let me tell you about myself. I was about 26 at the time, not highly educated, only a vocational school graduate, but I was capable and handled everything with ease. I was rather short, about 166cm, a bit of a "third-degree disabled person," and quite introverted, not good at interpersonal relationships, let alone finding a girlfriend. I usually just stayed home watching Japanese adult films and masturbating; I was a virgin. Because I was a virgin, the boss's wife always teased me, since I was the only virgin in the company. (Sigh…) As we spent more time together, I have to admit I had a vague crush on her, but for various reasons, I knew it was impossible. She dressed quite conservatively, though her large breasts often seemed like they might burst out of her clothes, which aroused some fantasies. Overall, she was quite conservative. I wasn't sure how she felt about me. However, she later told me she thought I was just a little brother. Initially, she had no romantic feelings for me.
Here's what happened: a supplier was in Hong Kong for training for three days, and they booked me a standard room for five nights, allowing me two days to relax in Hong Kong. It was the off-season, and I didn't have much to do. The landlady saw there was a free room and said she wanted to come with me, since she hadn't been to Hong Kong in a while and could do some shopping. As an employee, I couldn't object. That day, we flew to Shenzhen and took a bus to Hong Kong.
Everything was fine after checking into the hotel. The so-called training was just a formality; we arrived on the afternoon of the first day and the training ended on the second. The landlady went shopping alone for the next few days and bought a lot of cosmetics. Although I'm not particularly horny, I often watch porn and masturbate, but sharing a room with the landlady (standard room, two beds) prevented me from doing so. On the third day, we planned to go out together, and my penis started to protest. Normally, two or three days wouldn't be a problem, but sharing a room with a beautiful woman and not being able to release my pent-up energy was naturally uncomfortable.
On the third day, the landlady mainly arranged shopping. Running back and forth made me completely forget about my husband's protests; all I felt was exhaustion. When I got off the bus, I almost tripped and fell. My landlady saw this and reached out to help me up, and that's how we ended up holding hands. At that moment, my fatigue vanished instantly, and my "little brother" (my husband) perked up again. I don't know where I got the courage, but I held onto my landlady's hand tightly. I could see the awkwardness between us, but when I came to my senses and was about to let go, my landlady actually took my hand and continued walking. From then on, we walked hand in hand. You know, this was the first time I'd ever held hands with a girl! I was incredibly nervous. We continued walking hand in hand, and I don't know how much time passed before my landlady stopped in front of a lingerie store. Looking around, the dazzling array of bras and panties made me very embarrassed.
"I want to go in and buy something," the shop owner said. "Then I'll wait for you here." I felt embarrassed for a guy to walk into such a shop. "Let's go in together," the shop owner said, taking my hand as we went inside. She picked out a few bras, held them up to her chest, and asked, "Do they look good?" "They do look good, but who are they for?" "For a select few." After dinner, back at the hotel that night, we held hands again. To be honest, my penis was already quite erect, but I was such a fool—all lust and no courage. To be sure, I don't know where I got the courage, I said to the shop owner, "Is this okay?" She paused for a moment, then replied, "Just don't get too emotionally involved." With those words, I felt reassured; my virginity was about to end. She needed a man, a penis to satisfy her. After saying that, I let go of her hand, went around her back, and hugged her, casually placing my hand on her left breast. We entered the hotel like that, embracing each other.
Entering the hotel and closing the door, before she even sat down, I hugged her tightly. I didn't do anything else, just held her. Several minutes passed, and she said, "Let's take a shower first." I ignored her, continuing to hug her, as if waiting for her command.
After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke again, "It's hot, and you don't want to shower, so do whatever you want." Hearing this, I felt like a beast in heat. I pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped myself naked, my erect penis and bright red glans clearly visible. That day, my boss's wife was wearing a dress, a rather long one, reaching her genitals. I roughly lifted the dress, and I don't remember how I took off my underwear, but I remember not taking off my shoes either. I didn't know anything back then. She wasn't dressed, there was no foreplay, not even a kiss (I hadn't even had my first kiss yet). Although it was the first time in my life I'd seen a real woman's private parts, I didn't have time to appreciate it properly. Impulse overwhelmed me. I mounted her, pounced on my boss's wife, and wildly thrust my glans between her legs, unable to find the right spot. Just as she was about to reach out to help me, I felt my glans soften, a warm sensation. I knew I was inside, but it was very dry inside, making penetration difficult. All this was without any foreplay, relying solely on the moisture from when I was holding her. I didn't understand any of that back then. I pushed hard with my legs, thrusting forward violently, not caring if she was in pain, inserting my entire penis.
The feeling was incomparable to anything I could feel with my own hands. I felt like I had entered a whole new world, enveloped by warm, fleshy walls. However, my forceful penetration completely disregarded her feelings. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her face contorted in pain. At that moment, time seemed to freeze; I was fully inside a woman ten years my senior. Because of her pain, we didn't immediately begin thrusting.
"You're too hasty, not even taking your clothes off. Let's try something," my penis felt like a piston, the sensation incredibly pleasurable. After about ten thrusts, a warm current rose from below; I knew I was about to ejaculate.
"Fuck me hard a few more times, your first time, shoot inside..." Hearing this, I was incredibly excited, each thrust penetrating deep into her vagina. My hands, through her clothes, roughly squeezed and kneaded her large breasts, showing no mercy. My mouth pecked wildly at her face, my lower body moving like a piston. The landlady's body endured the brutal sexual assault of a boy more than ten years her junior.
Suddenly, a warm current gushed out, and I thrust my penis deep inside, ejaculating all the pent-up energy of twenty years into her body. I ejaculated a lot, all deep inside her uterus.
I lay on top of her, my penis throbbing inside her vagina. My consciousness gradually faded, and I fell asleep on top of her.
When I woke up, it was already midnight, and she was still beneath me, my penis already slipped out.
"You gave your first time to a woman 10 years older than you, don't you feel like you're losing out?" "No, you're great," I answered shamefully, looking into her eyes. My lips met hers, and we kissed passionately. My penis hardened again, and once more it entered that place where I made my living. This time, her wet vagina made penetration easy, and her face was no longer in pain, but flushed and sexy. Every now and then, she began to moan. It felt so good to conquer a woman. The powerful Chinese-American businesswoman was now beneath me, used to satisfy my sexual desire. The woman accepted my thrusts, and after a few minutes, she once again received my thick, gushing semen.
That night, we just stayed together all night without showering, and she didn't even take off her clothes.
The next morning, we cleaned up the mess and showered. I was still embarrassed, after all, she was an experienced woman, but my shyness was gradually replaced by her cheerfulness. That day, we planned to go to Disneyland. To be honest, my mind was filled with her large breasts and her deep vagina; I had no interest in the trip. But she had a great time.
That evening, we returned to the hotel, and she went straight into the bathroom. She came out soon after, wearing only a towel, waiting for me to finish showering.
She made me lie on the bed, and this time, I saw her completely naked. I possessed her entirely; I had planted my seed inside her, and her outside was completely exposed. Her breasts were like toys to be played with.
I pounced on her, starting with my mouth and sucking downwards, almost deforming her breasts from my sucking.
"Lie down, I'll get on top of you," she said. I lay flat, and she straightened my penis and straddled me. My penis entered that strange yet familiar place once again. Her hands played with her breasts. We occasionally shared passionate kisses, and she did all the moving throughout. Her body was great, until I ejaculated into her womb again.
Early on the last morning, as I was getting ready, she said, "We're going to shop around a bit before heading back, let's do something exciting." I nodded in agreement, and she took off her underwear from the night before and handed it to me. "You wear mine today, I'll wear yours." We spent the day like that, wearing each other's underwear, holding hands, in a tense atmosphere.
Back at the hotel that night, it was our last night. I thought about all the positions I hadn't tried in porn, and a surge of desire arose. I quickly took off her underwear, unbuttoned her shirt, and removed her bra. Then, on a whim, I asked her to put her bra on me. Wearing the black lace bra, I looked like a perverted, threatening old man in the mirror. She laughed uproariously. Her laughter and my own lewd reflection in the mirror aroused me; my penis hardened again. I made her place her hands on the edge of the bed, stand on the floor, lifted her skirt, and penetrated her from behind. While thrusting, I rubbed her breasts and kissed her back. The slurping sounds of my thrusts and her wanton moans drove me to ejaculate deeply into her vagina once more.
That night, we slept in each other's arms. Although my penis was soft, I still kept it by her vagina, ready to fight at any moment.
That night, we made love again in the missionary position.
"Can we still do it when we get back?" "When we get back, don't overthink it. You absolutely can't let anyone know about this. I know you're young and have desires, and so do I, but we can't be together. But we can be intimate from time to time. I don't need you to have real feelings for me. Just think of me as a prostitute, a tool for release. Tell me when you need me, and I'll tell you when I need me..." Later, we were often together. At the company, at her home, even in the park, there were traces of us making love...

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