An average man let go

My name is Feng Yan, male.
I come from a small city in the south.
If I had to describe myself in two words, it would be "average."
Average looks, average height, average family background, average abilities, and I studied average design for several years at an average university.
Perhaps I've been average for too long. After graduation, I wanted to become extraordinary, so I gritted my teeth and came to an extraordinary city alone—Yanjing. However, after my first week here, I started to doubt my life. A college student who's average in everything went for an interview, and the result was predictable.
Later, when I was almost at my wit's end, a hotel in the suburbs hired me. Now I work there as a graphic designer, while also handling a bunch of miscellaneous tasks like planning and event execution.
The boss's surname is Yang, a mature woman in her forties. Divorced. She came from a wealthy family and takes good care of herself, looking like she's only in her thirties.
However, when I first saw this woman, I was very disappointed. I had initially thought I'd be in for a treat since I heard she was a female boss. But what I saw was a round-faced, short-haired mature woman. Wearing a sharp suit, she had absolutely no femininity. She wore a fawning smile typical of older businesswomen. But no matter how much I disliked it, it was still a job!
Due to my position, although I hadn't been with the company long, I had the most contact with the boss. After working with her for a while, I discovered that this boss, besides lacking femininity, was also extremely capricious and unreasonable. She frequently disregarded the feelings of her employees, arbitrarily changing event plans and disrupting established schedules, leaving us to take the blame when problems arose. Many times, to satisfy her whims, we had to work overtime until the early hours of the morning. So, I called her "General Manager Yang" to her face, but behind her back, I called her "old woman."
This time, the hotel was hosting a wedding expo, and true to her usual meddlesome nature, sure enough, three days before the event, she caused trouble again. Sigh, another few days of relentless overtime.
"You unwanted old hag... selfish, arrogant, unreasonable, no wonder your husband dumped you! You're so desperate that you're this perverted abuser of your employees," I cursed inwardly as I silently revised the plans.
*Tap-tap-tap* The sound of high heels echoed in the distance, particularly clear in the empty office corridor.
"Hmm? It's already 10:30. The hotel should be empty by now, right?" I wondered.
"Oh! Xiao Yan, are you working?" I pushed open the door and found it was the old woman. Didn't this old lady usually go home to watch her melodramatic soap operas?
"Ah! President Yang, I'm revising the plan here! The event is the day after tomorrow, so it has to be finished today." I deliberately opened the half-finished plan to show her. But she didn't even look at it, just plopped down on a sofa. Wait a minute
, smelling the alcohol on her, she'd been drinking and couldn't drive home? Would she be staying here all night? So I asked tentatively, "President Yang, why are you still at the company today?"
"Sigh, don't even mention it. I drank with some government officials today, so I can't drive home! The worst part is, this crappy place, you can't even get a taxi." She slumped on the sofa, slurring her words. "
Huh? So you're staying here all night?" I asked a little guiltily. There
was a small room partitioned off next to the boss's office, originally hers, which she said was specially made for the hotel and its employees who were working all night. However, she only stayed there once, the first night, and never again. But that benefited me; many times when I worked late and had no transportation home, I basically slept in that room. At first, I slept there secretly, but later she accidentally found out, and she didn't say anything, taking it as tacit approval. Later, I simply gave up my basement apartment in Beijing's Fourth Ring Road and moved here directly. A guy like me lives simply; wherever I go, a bag is enough. This way, after expenses, I can save about 2000 yuan a month.
"Yeah, if I don't stay here, am I supposed to stay outside? It's minus six degrees outside!" she replied vaguely.
"Then where are you sleeping so late at night?" I asked, feigning surprise. But a sense of unease began to creep in. She might very well be staying in the room I was currently in. Should I offer it to her or not? Spending the night in the office was going to be unpleasant.
"Look," she pointed to my room, "we have rooms, right? I'll just make do in this room tonight."
"No, if you're staying in that room, where am I supposed to stay? We only have one small room here, and just one bed." I protested somewhat reluctantly.
"Hey, I'm saying, this hotel is mine. I can stay wherever I want, and that room is mine too. You think you can just stay for two days and that room is yours?" The older woman was getting angry after my earlier rebuke.
"But our office doesn't have heating or anything, and I'll be staying here all night..." At that moment, I felt a sense of being a dependent. She wasn't wrong; the whole hotel belonged to her. The rest of my sentence caught in my throat.
"Then I'll just make do in the office tonight. Anyway, I haven't finished my proposal yet," I said, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Hmph, that's more like it!" The old woman said smugly when she heard me give in.
"Xiao Yan, come here, help me to my room. I'm getting a little tipsy and can't stand up straight." She lifted her large buttocks, trying to stand, but stumbled and sat back down.
Today, she was wearing a rare open-fronted shirt to meet the officials, and with that fall, her collar revealed a glimpse of her ample bosom—two large, white mounds of flesh like playful white rabbits, popping out briefly and then disappearing again.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but stare intently at her chest.
"Xiao Yan, what the hell are you staring at! Didn't you hear me?!" Seeing my lack of response, her anger, which she had just suppressed, flared up again. Her scolding brought me back to my senses.
I thought to myself, "Haven't I been with a woman in ages? I actually felt something for such a despicable old woman. What kind of taste do I have?" I inwardly cursed myself.
Then I walked over, took her hand with one hand, and reached behind her with the other to pull her up. Despite her usual fierce demeanor and imposing presence, she only weighed a little over 100 pounds, and I easily lifted her up. But as soon as I helped her up, her legs buckled, and she was about to fall when I pulled her into my arms. She was so drunk she was practically a rag doll against me, completely dependent on me for support. But the touch on my hand felt unusually soft, and I instinctively grabbed it.
"Mmm~" A soft moan escaped her lips, her breath reeking of alcohol, and her breath hit my face.
Only then did I realize—oh crap, in my haste, I'd grabbed her breast! I'd actually grabbed my boss's breast! Would she accuse me of sexual harassment and kick me to the curb? This thought terrified me, and I quickly moved my hand down to her waist. I glanced at her furtively, and seeing no reaction, I breathed a sigh of relief.
So I stumbled and helped her into the room. As soon as I opened the door, she, who hadn't reacted before, suddenly bent over, about to vomit.
"Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Yang, please hold on a little longer, I'll take you to the restroom..."
"Ugh... ugh..." A foul stench, bits of food mixed with stomach acid, vomited up all over me.
Help! Why is my life so miserable! My new cotton-padded coat cost 300 yuan! I'm counting on this to get through the winter!
I forced myself to stay awake and dragged her to the toilet, making her lean over the toilet bowl to continue vomiting. I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe the vomit off my clothes, but it was impossible to clean them completely; the vomit had already soaked in, even seeping into my inner garments. It seemed I'd have to take them off and wash them. Looking at her still vomiting beside me, I felt annoyed yet helpless.
"Sigh, she's had it tough. She doesn't have much business acumen, so to keep the hotel from going out of business, she has to drink with government officials from time to time... to build relationships."
So I took off my clothes and got her some water to rinse her mouth.
After vomiting, she seemed a little more awake. She looked at my disheveled state and felt embarrassed.
"Um, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'll buy you a new dress tomorrow," she said apologetically.
Seeing her sincere apology, my anger subsided somewhat. I replied with feigned composure, "It's alright. It was hard to hold back when it happened."
She slumped weakly onto the toilet, curled up in a ball. She was a far cry from her former domineering, strong woman; she was like a wounded fawn, licking her wounds in a corner. I realized she had divorced at thirty and raised her daughter alone. Although they were well-off, it had been a difficult journey. Every mother's devotion to her children is boundless, but now that her daughter was grown, she was distant because of her parents' early divorce. Coupled with her stubbornness, she had no one to confide in—it was truly pitiful.
Thinking of this, my anger subsided. I threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, shirtless, and took a towel to clean the vomit from her mouth and body.
She was so exhausted she didn't want to move, letting me clean her up. Just as I was about to wipe her chest, I suddenly noticed a button had popped off her blouse, making her already somewhat exposed breasts even more blatantly exposed. Her large breasts, supported by her red bra, seemed ready to burst out. My breathing quickened, my hot breath spraying onto her snow-white breasts, and my hands trembled with nervousness.
"Mmm~ Ah~" she let out another soft moan, my trembling hands involuntarily touching her large breasts even more. My penis, too, hardened at her moan, pressing against her waist like a burning hot iron rod. My heart pounded violently; I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked, pin her to the ground, and fuck her hard. However, due to her usual intimidating presence, I hadn't dared to do so.
So, suppressing my impulses, I laboriously finished cleaning her up. I tried to help her up, but after several attempts, I couldn't manage it. She was so drunk she was practically slumped on the floor. Letting her sleep on the floor all night was definitely not an option. So, I mustered my strength and simply swept her up in a princess carry. Her arms naturally wrapped around my neck, and she shyly buried her face in my bare chest. I carried her to the bed.
"Ms. Yang, are you feeling better?" I asked as I covered her with the blanket.
"Mmm, I feel much better after throwing up, but... but..." Her voice trailed off.
"But what?" I whispered in her ear.
"Um... I... I... I don't have the strength to take my clothes off..." she said, burying her face in the blanket again.
"Huh?" I was stunned, thinking I'd misheard! "You... I... um..." I stammered, at a loss for words. An awkward silence filled the air. A strong woman old enough to be my mother was acting like a little girl in front of me, saying she didn't have the strength to take her clothes off!
"I didn't ask you to take everything off! Just help me take off my shirt and trousers; I'm wearing thermal underwear underneath." Perhaps the atmosphere was too awkward, as she reverted to her usual domineering tone. However, this did ease the awkwardness considerably.
"Oh, okay, I'll help you take them off right away." Since you asked me to take them off, you can't blame me for being a pervert.
Saying that, I began to unbutton her clothes one by one. Her snow-white chest, like a snowfield sealed for a long time, was gradually unsealed, coming into my view. Below her chest was a soft belly, without a single scar, but after all, she was over forty years old, and her belly had a little bit of extra fat, making her look slightly plump, but it added a touch of mature womanly charm.
After taking off her shirt, she was wearing a purple low-cut tight-fitting thermal top, and under that, a bright red lace bra. It is said that women who wear red underwear have hearts as unrestrained and passionate as flames. Contrary to her usual domineering and aloof demeanor, she was actually a free-spirited woman! If I had to describe her in one word, it would be—a repressed slut. And a forty-year-old one at that. I wonder what it's like to fuck a forty-year-old, repressed slut?
Just thinking about it, my long-starved little brother was already throbbing painfully. Damn it, I actually got aroused by this old woman.
I stole a glance at her; she turned her head away, closed her eyes, and refused to look at me anymore, her whole face flushed, whether from drinking or shyness, I don't know.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and my little brother also very considerately softened a bit, waiting for the throbbing to subside. I lifted the blanket covering her legs, preparing to take off her pants.
My hands trembled as I pinched her waistband, slowly pulling them down. Underneath, she was wearing purple thermal underwear, covering her shapely thighs. Because the pants were tight, as I pulled them down, her thermal underwear also slipped down a little, revealing the waistband of her red underwear.
Lace, frills. Small and delicate.
A strange sense of excitement surged through my mind, my hormones coursing through my veins.
Slowly, her pants were pulled down to her buttocks. Her full vulva, tightly wrapped in her pants, was clearly visible, a barely perceptible slit like a demon's abyss, captivating my gaze.
Northern women, due to the cold weather, often only bathe every two or three days. This made her genitals smell even stronger. It was a mixture of urine and the unique odor of her vulva, mingled with female hormones, filling my nostrils. However, I didn't dislike the smell; in fact, I was incredibly excited. The smell made my penis swell like never before, creating a tent in the stiff jeans, as if it wanted to burst through the fabric and plunge straight into her cunt.
At that moment, this primal desire, emanating from the depths of my soul, was like a little devil constantly telling me in my mind: "Fuck her, fuck her hard! Yes, right now, pull down her panties, grab your cock and shove it all the way in!"
But my remaining conscience weakly reminded me: "This is rape! It's illegal! She's your boss! She could be your mother, this is incest!"
I took another deep breath, the heavy breathing making the air thick with tension.
She seemed to sense this tension too, burying her face even deeper. Her breathing became rapid.
I continued to pull down her pants, but her large, plump buttocks held them firmly in place. Just as I was at a loss, I saw her quietly lift her buttocks. I watched as her genitals, encased in her long underwear, drew closer and closer to my face. That mysterious slit grew ever more intimate. The rich, pungent smell filled my nostrils with each deep breath.
At that moment, I felt I could no longer control myself. The last vestiges of my conscience were gone, and all I could hear in my mind was the scream of my primal demon: "I want to fuck! I want to fuck her! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
I grabbed the waistband of her red lace panties and yanked them down, smoothly pulling them all down from her ankles along with her socks. My eyes were met with thick pubic hair and a full mons pubis, mixed with that intoxicatingly pungent scent.
"Ah! What are you doing!" She never expected me, who was usually so submissive to her, to be so bold. "Let go! Help...uh...uh..."
I didn't dare give her a chance to scream! Just as she was about to cry for help, I covered her mouth. With my other hand, I quickly unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and took out my already rock-hard penis. I aimed it at her bright red, throbbing vagina and thrust it all the way in. It was all done in one smooth motion.
She struggled frantically, trying to push me away, but she was a woman, and her strength was no match for mine. I grabbed her ankles and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders. My hot, thick penis plunged deep inside her once more, reaching all the way to her cervix. Then, like a small electric motor, I thrust rapidly, like a pile driver, penetrating her cunt deeply and quickly.
"Ah...ah...let me go...ah...no...ah...let me go,"
she cried out breathlessly, and I didn't even dare to look her in the eye, keeping my head down and thrusting wildly again and again.
"Ah...no...ah...too deep...ah...don't go so fast!"
The fluid inside her vagina slowly increased, making the thrusting even smoother. The lewd squelching sounds of my penis thrusting in and out were incessant, as if mocking her.
"You slut, you say no, but your juices are almost dripping onto the floor." I spread her legs and pressed my entire body on top of her, staring at her mockingly.
“Ah… I don’t… I don’t… I’m not… I’m not… a slut… ah… ah… so deep… it’ll break… ah…”
“I’m going to fuck your cunt raw!… I’ll fuck you to death…” I said viciously, thrusting my cock even harder.
“Ah… I can’t take it… I’ll go crazy… fuck me… fuck me to death!”
“You slut, you finally can’t take it anymore! Say it! You’re my little bitch!”
“I don’t… I won’t say it… ah… hurry… fuck me harder! I’m almost there! Ah… I’m going crazy!”
“You won’t say it, huh? If you don’t say it, I won’t move!” After saying that, my thrusting stopped abruptly.
“Ah! Don’t stop!… fuck me!… no!” As she spoke, she instinctively thrust her ass, hoping that my cock would continue to penetrate deeper.
"You slut, you can't help but move on your own, and you still say you're not a little bitch? Hurry up and tell me! I'll give you a quickie after you finish!"
"I won't tell... ah... it's so itchy... fuck me to death... ah... if you don't move, I'll move myself..."
As she spoke, her buttocks moved even more, and I could feel that every time she lifted her big ass, my cock would spurt out a huge gush of lustful fluid. "Ah... if you don't fuck me... I'll fuck you to death... ah... your big cock is so hard... so good... I'll fuck you to death... ah... fuck me..."
Many times, instinctive needs can stimulate the body's potential. Just a moment ago, she was weak from being drunk, but now she was like a mother bear, frantically demanding. And with her moving like this, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. This is too much! I'm raping her! Fine! Can't I have any dignity in raping her?! No way! I can tolerate being dominated by her all the time, but this time I'm going to turn the tables!
I quickly calmed myself, took a deep breath, and held back my ejaculation!
"Fine! You slutty bitch, you think you can move yourself? No way, you won't let me pull it out!" I said, making a move to pull my penis out.
"Ah...no..." She felt my penis withdraw, as if she had lost something extremely precious. Suddenly, I don't know where she got the strength, she flipped over and pinned me down, then lifted her snow-white, plump ass and sat on it. Then her ass started thrusting rapidly.
At that moment, I finally realized that I was a small electric motor, and she...that was an F4 engine! A piston machine!
"Ah...ah...fuck me...ah...I'm a little bitch...ah...fuck me...fuck my cunt raw...fuck me to death!" she cried out ecstatically as she moved.
Damn it, as a man, I absolutely had to reclaim the title of piston machine! I supported her buttocks with both hands, bent her legs, stood firmly, and focused my energy. The invincible little motor started up! 　　*
thump 　　... Oh no, she's about to cum! I quickly pulled out my penis, and a torrent of vaginal fluid sprayed onto the sheets like a fountain. This sheet, which has been with me for almost half a year! You've worked hard today! After she finished, her eyes rolled back, and she went limp on top of me again. She murmured, "Husband... I love you... It feels so good... I love you!" 　　Love, love, love my foot! I haven't even ejaculated yet! 　　I'm fucking raping you! How can the rapist ejaculate before the raped one is already in ecstasy! 　　So I thrust myself forward, pinning her beneath me, and said fiercely, "You think this is over? I! Haven't! Ejaculated! Yet!" 　　I stroked my still-erect penis and thrust it hard into her muddy, horny cunt again. 　　"Ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...you're going to fuck me to death...no...it's too sensitive...I'll orgasm...ah..." 　　At this point, I didn't care about her feelings. After nearly five hundred thrusts, a stream of hot semen powerfully shot deep into her uterus. She was drenched in my semen and orgasmed again. 　　We were both exhausted, and she had completely passed out. I forced myself to stay awake, pulled my phone from my pocket, and started snapping photos of her! To make the act complete! That's how rape scenes in TV dramas are done; it's tradition! I couldn't lose that. After filming, I also collapsed unconscious.

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