I slept with the finance manager

I joined the army at 16. Because my family was in the military, I served for 10 years, always as a private, eventually reaching the rank of sergeant. I wasn't a good student and never studied hard, so promotion was out of the question. I originally wanted to be a career soldier, but I felt that even if I stayed in the military until the end, I'd only ever be a sergeant major. I figured it would be better to come back and find something to do in civilian life. Actually, the job I was assigned was pretty good—a permanent position in the civil service. But life was incredibly boring and monotonous; I just went to work and came home every day, longing for holidays. At that time, I felt that I wasn't even 30 yet, and it was pointless to just drift along until retirement. I took sick leave for six months and started a small business to make ends meet.

The story begins with my first client's finance department. Back then, I would personally go to the client's finance department every month to settle accounts, and I never went empty-handed. I would always bring drinks or fruit. Grab some, and I became familiar with their finance manager, let's call her Sister Shao. She looked to be in her early 30s, very beautiful, slightly plump, but not at all greasy. Her skin was incredibly fair, almost translucent; in the summer, when she wore low-cut tops, her veins were faintly visible. Her breasts were white and firm. Looking down at her, her cleavage was clearly visible. I've always been popular with the opposite sex, and I'm good with words, often making the women in her department happy.

At that time, I had a girlfriend, and she was a few years older than me, so I never thought anything would happen. But I wasn't interested in any of the younger girls in her department; I was only interested in Sister Shao. One time, when I went to pay the bill, only she and a young girl were there. Sister Shao was wearing a white t-shirt and denim shorts, looking so youthful and energetic. I casually complimented her, saying, "You're getting younger and more beautiful." She actually blushed a little and replied, "I'm getting older, I can't compare to young people like you. I have to take care of myself." That day, I drank a lot of water and suddenly needed to pee, so I casually asked, "Where's the restroom? I need to use it." Sister Shao naturally said, "I want to go too, I'll take you." Their company's restrooms were unisex, with a partition and a gap underneath. Hearing Sister Shao urinating, I immediately got an erection, but couldn't urinate properly, which was incredibly embarrassing. When I came out of the restroom, I saw Sister Shao waiting for me at the door. She asked why I took so long, her eyes fixed on my still-erect penis. My face flushed instantly. A strange feeling welled up inside me. She seemed a little embarrassed too. I felt a subtle change developing between Sister Shao and me from that moment on. We started talking more on WeChat, and I learned that even after her husband cheated on her, she still divorced him and raised her child alone. I often brought her small gifts and cosmetics when I traveled for work.

Our encounter was quite sudden. One Saturday, she called me, asking if I knew how to fix Wi-Fi. My internet skills were limited to QQ; I didn't know how! I rushed to the electronics market, bought a new router, and added the salesperson on WeChat, planning to contact them again if I needed help. His house was a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. She was wearing a black nightgown and a nightgown; she had just showered, and her hair was still wet. I asked why she wasn't home, and it turned out her grandparents had taken her to her piano lesson; she wouldn't be back until after 4 pm. I felt a little awkward at that moment, since I didn't have much contact with men back then. I half-heartedly helped her change the Wi-Fi, and surprisingly, I actually managed to get it working. She insisted on giving me money to buy a router. How could I accept that? She gave me some chilled watermelon, and I was indeed thirsty, so I ate it a bit messily, spilling some watermelon juice. He helped me wipe it off, and while he was wiping, his breasts intentionally or unintentionally brushed against my body. In the summer, we were all wearing thin clothes, and I immediately got aroused. My erection was there. I don't know where that wicked impulse came from, but I suddenly pounced on her on the bed, her back to me, and my hand went straight into her nightgown and grabbed her breast. Even after all these years, I still remember that feeling vividly—soft, tender, and not too sagging. I could feel her body go limp, her breathing quicken, and she murmured, "Don't do this."

At that moment, I couldn't hear anything. I yanked up her nightgown, pulled down her panties, and her white buttocks were right in front of me. Full and round, glistening with sticky fluid, the crotch area of her panties was completely soaked. I touched it, and it was gushing. She started to react, turning her back to me and pulling at my pants. I was wearing sweatpants, so it was easy to pull them off. I thrust in all the way in, and I heard her let out a deep "Ah!" She grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Gently, it hurts."

Driven by lust, I didn't care about anything else. I grabbed her waist and thrust violently, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. I could feel her fluids flowing down my testicles. She was probably afraid the neighbors would hear, so she suppressed her moans, saying, "Fuck me harder, I've wanted you for so long." I thrust in and out about 100 times when I felt her body suddenly harden and freeze, like she was having a seizure, her legs kicking wildly. I recovered somewhat and started admiring her skin as I thrust in and out. Each time I went all the way in, her anus would contract and expand. She asked me to change positions several times, but I refused. First, this position allowed me to thrust harder, and second, I was embarrassed to see her face and her eyes.

I could feel her body getting softer and softer; she was like a drunkard, becoming increasingly weak. The water had reached her knees, and my thrusts were making a splashing sound. At that moment, I had a wicked thought: I gently inserted my middle finger into her anus. Her skin was so fair that even her anus was pink and tender, incredibly alluring. I had never tried anything like this before. I didn't expect her reaction to be so strong; her back arched instantly, like a shrimp. She cried out in pain. I gently pleaded with her, "I've never experienced this before. Can you satisfy me just once?" After a long while, she gently nodded and told me to be gentle. I moistened my penis with her fluids, and my fingers also got quite wet. I gently massaged her anus, slowly inserting my fingers little by little. She gradually relaxed. I pushed my penis in slowly, but after only a third of it was inside, she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore, it hurt too much. So I didn't push it in any deeper, just kept thrusting in and out. The feeling was amazing, tight and elastic, without any wrinkles, and the sensations and her low moans greatly stimulated me. I thrust deeper and deeper, and she kept using her hands as a shield to prevent me from penetrating any further. Towards the end, her legs couldn't support her body anymore, and she lay limply on the bed, letting me thrust wildly into her anus.

She murmured, "You're so amazing, you're going to kill me." It only lasted about 15 minutes before I felt I couldn't take it anymore and was about to ejaculate. She could clearly feel my change and told me to pull out and ejaculate inside her. By then, I had regained my senses. Afraid of causing problems, I ejaculated directly into her anus. As I pulled out, she, a single woman, took my penis, which I had just inserted into her anus, into her mouth. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. Instantly, I got hard again, grabbed her head, and thrust it forcefully down her throat, making her gag. I immediately lost interest. She said she wanted to do it again. To be honest, I always felt guilty at her house, afraid her child might suddenly come back. She told me that she had always liked me, but I was young and carefree, and she felt she wasn't good enough for me. She asked if we could do it again, but I refused, saying there would be plenty of time in the future. She was very understanding, cleaning me thoroughly with her mouth, including my testicles and inner thighs.

We had several more hotel stays after that, and there was our intimate moment at the hot spring hotel when we went on a business trip to Japan. I'll describe that in more detail later. All of the above is my true story. Now I'm married with children, and we don't keep in touch much. Sometimes we'll have drinks and meals together, just as close friends.

[The End]

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