My goddess colleague was heartbroken

She's my colleague, a goddess-like figure. We interact quite a bit

, and a subtle, ambiguous feeling has been brewing for a long time, but we've never spoken of it. To be honest, she's the object of my fantasies. We've gone out together many times, we've kissed deeply, and we've gazed deeply into each other's eyes. But I have a wife, and she has a boyfriend, so we've both carefully maintained our boundaries.

Whenever my wife and I argue, I think of her incredibly sweet smile and her soft, aphrodisiac voice. We maintained this stalemate, this relationship, until she broke up with her boyfriend.

One day, she suddenly told me she broke up with her boyfriend. To be honest, I was secretly happy, but I still offered her some words of comfort. She's a very strong-willed woman with a bad temper, and several boyfriends have left her. But only I know her good qualities; she's very flirtatious, and her sweet voice is intoxicating. I've spent countless nights facing the wall, imagining her in my mind, and ejaculating violently.

I feel that I don't need to hold back anymore; I should make my move.

My wife wasn't home that day, so we chatted on QQ. Suddenly, she asked me to call her. She started calmly, but then she lost control and started crying. She said she'd been drinking, she felt terrible, didn't know the meaning of life, and felt incredibly lonely in the big house. My heart pounded. I made a firm decision: I would ignore my family and whether she would cling to me. I only knew I needed to let loose; I'd been suppressing myself for too long.

I drove to her house. She opened the door, looking languid, but her face was flushed, as alluring as ever. She'd probably just showered; since it was summer and I was wearing a thin bathrobe, the outline of my nipples was clearly visible. My penis immediately sprang to attention, and I quickly crouched down slightly, trying to hide my erection. I silently cursed those who broke up with her; they didn't know how to enjoy life. Such a beautiful woman—if it were me, I'd be exhausted every day.

She invited me to sit in the living room and then casually watched TV. I sat down with her on the sofa and told her I didn't need to take the day off; I could finally open up. She became cold as usual, no longer as passionate as she had been on the phone. But I understood her; I knew her personality. So, I absolutely wouldn't miss this opportunity.

I slowly moved closer to her, gently comforting her, saying everything would be alright, and that it was better to break up with that man. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she immediately turned her head away stubbornly, saying she didn't care, that she was fine on her own. While she was still trying to hide it, looking at her tear-streaked face, I could no longer control myself and suddenly hugged her. She seemed very surprised, as if stunned for a moment, without any reaction. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely. At first, she resisted, pushing me away desperately with her hands, calling my name, saying, "What are you doing? No!" Later, she slowly began to respond. I forcefully shoved my tongue into her mouth; her breathing became rapid, her hands spread open, completely lost in passion. I could feel her warm breath and hear her soft moans. I desperately sucked on her sweet saliva, my heart pounding with excitement.

I knew I couldn't stop, or we might both regret it.

So I pushed her onto the sofa and roughly kneaded her breasts. She cried out in pain, but her soft, nasal moans only fueled my lust. I had fantasized about her breasts countless times, usually only able to appreciate their whiteness and softness through her low-cut clothes. This time, I decided to feast my eyes and my hands. I removed one hand from her neck and, with both hands, quickly pulled open her top.

I finally saw it—what I wanted to see, what had appeared in my dreams so many times. Her skin was very white, and her nipples were still bright red, impressively large. I admired her for ten seconds, swallowing hard. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing began to slow. I knew I couldn't stop; I had to act quickly, or all my efforts would be in vain. I raised both hands and began to fondle her breasts. Her snow-white, pink breasts changed shape in my hands. I could feel my teeth clenching, as if I wanted to tear her breasts apart. Her body arched upwards repeatedly, and with each thrust, she let out a soft cry, which only spurred me to increase my strength. After a while, her breasts were red from my kneading.

I stopped the frantic kneading, buried my head in her chest, and gently bit her nipple with my mouth, while one hand caressed and gently kneaded her other breast. Her breathing gradually quickened, and she made "mmm" sounds through her nose. I knew everything was settled.

I reached behind her back and lifted her upper body, allowing me to bury myself deeper into her cleavage. With my other hand, I began to tentatively pull down her yukata. She felt my movements, touched me lightly, and made a muffled sound, "No, no..."

I didn't hesitate any longer. My hands didn't stop; I attacked in one fell swoop, pushing her yukata all the way to her feet. Perhaps feeling a chill in her lower body, she suddenly opened her eyes and cried out, "No..."

Normally, I would have stopped. I'm arrogant; I think I wouldn't force any girl, nor would I need to. But it turned out that my old-fashioned thinking had wasted many opportunities and incurred the girl's displeasure. I knew she was conflicted, but this time, I would make a decision for her.

I didn't even admire the appearance of her vulva before tentatively inserting my finger, simultaneously silencing her with my lips. Her body trembled violently, her hands gently pushing me away, pleading, "No, no, please!" I knew I couldn't stop. Her lower body was already soaking wet, she was making muffled sounds, and her hands gradually loosened. I slowly pulled one finger in, then rubbed her clitoris back and forth with my thumb. Her vulva trembled, and a gush of fluid flowed out. I joined my index and middle fingers together and slowly pushed them in. She let out a sound, which made my blood boil even more. I gradually increased the speed of my finger's thrusting, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of my thumb's rubbing. Her moans grew louder, her hands unconsciously caressing her breasts. I felt her vaginal fluids gushing out, my fingers tightly enveloped by her soft flesh. With each insertion of my finger, her vagina tightened. I could feel my face flushing, my breathing quickening, and my hand movements becoming increasingly rapid.

Her cries grew louder, her seductive voice assaulting my eardrums, sending waves of conquering pleasure through me. Suddenly, her body arched, letting out a long, drawn-out cry, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing towards my fingers—she had actually orgasmed from my finger stimulation.

I stared in astonishment at her perfect body, a powerful sense of satisfaction making me almost dizzy. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman reach orgasm with my fingers, especially such a stunning beauty. I decided to press my advantage, pulling down my pants, taking out my throbbing erection, taking a deep breath, pressing it against her vagina, rubbing it left and right a couple of times, finding the right spot, arching my back, and thrusting deep inside… The feeling was absolutely incredible. I'm not a virgin, and I've had my share of women. But having someone I often fantasize about is an unparalleled feeling. After I penetrated her, her body arched upwards sharply, letting out a long, low "Ah...". I don't know how big her ex-boyfriends were, but they clearly hadn't fully explored her. Her honey pot was hot, wet, and tight, giving me extreme pleasure. I shivered and almost ejaculated right there.

I placed my penis inside her honey pot, fully experiencing her. I looked at her charming face, her loose hair, her proud breasts, and lifted her snow-white thighs high. Then, I slowly withdrew my huge penis from her honey pot, slowly admiring the flesh turned out by my big thing, and the glistening liquid on my penis. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I whispered, "I finally got you." She closed her eyes and said, "Yes, you finally fucked me."

I took a breath and said, "Just taste me." Then I thrust in hard. My thigh slammed into her buttocks with a smack, and at the same time, my penis made tight contact with her vagina. She screamed and dug her hands into the flesh of my back.

Facing the woman I had longed for day and night, I showed no mercy. I abandoned the traditional "nine shallow, one deep" approach and began thrusting relentlessly, each time penetrating deep into her womb. I lifted her legs to their limit; I could even see her anus. I continued thrusting like this, without rhythm or technique. Each thrust elicited a groan from her that could drive a man ecstatic. So I gritted my teeth, tightened my abdomen, and began wave after wave of frenzied thrusting. At first, she cried out, but later her eyes closed, her hands flailing wildly in the air. Seeing her conquered, I quickened my pace. Feeling a spasm in my lower abdomen, I abruptly stopped and flipped her onto me. Her eyes were glazed, her upper body slumped against me; it seemed impossible for her to move. So, I held her ribs with both hands, thrusting my hips upwards, beginning the second round of thrusting. This position saved me a lot of effort, but the rhythm was faster. With each squelching sound of penetration, her body stiffened.

I don't know why I'm so virile; after twenty minutes of intense fucking, I still haven't ejaculated. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "You fucking want to fuck me to death? Go ahead and fuck me to death if you dare!" I guess it's because my erection lasted so long earlier that I've passed the excitement phase, so my stamina is exceptionally long.

I laid her, almost limp, on the sofa, raised one of her legs high, and clamped my legs around her buttocks, thrusting deeply again. Because it was a sideways insertion, her vagina felt even tighter. I guess she hadn't tried this position with her boyfriend before and was a little unaccustomed to it. When I entered, she cried out, "Be gentle!" I felt my penis starting to get excited; I knew I couldn't take her tightness anymore. I held one of her snow-white legs tightly with both hands, and the frequency of my thrusts forward began to increase wildly. She couldn't care less about suppressing it anymore, opening her mouth to groan loudly, mixed with curses. After dozens of thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and poured all my heat into her honey hole... We both collapsed on the sofa, exhausted. She kept muttering, "You fucked me to death, fucked me to death..." I felt a strange sense of loss. The woman of my dreams, I finally had her, but what did it all mean? What could I give her? Could I alleviate her pain?

I slowly stood up, feeling dizzy. I looked at the snow-white body before me, and the honeyed vulva slowly leaking white foam, but I had completely lost interest.

Wasn't this the tragedy of men and the helplessness of women?

I didn't know what I would face next, but I knew that at least I wouldn't treat her as the object of my sexual fantasies anymore.

She slowly sat up too, waved her hand at me, and said, "Go, go..."

[The End]

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