Real Experience Series - I, a Single Person, Slept with a Female Colleague

Before I begin, let me introduce myself. I was diagnosed with hearing impairment (sensory deafness, commonly known as
being hard of hearing) and visual impairment (high astigmatism; my vision is only 4.5 with glasses) from a young age. My family was poor; we couldn't afford decent glasses or hearing aids
when I was young Despite this, I relied on my intelligence
to attend school with other children and even passed the national college entrance examination to get into a junior college. At school, well, I guess it was also
luck that I dated a beautiful girl whom everyone agreed was stunning. The relationship lasted two years before we broke up (we had
graduated a few months prior). During our relationship, we had my first time in a park near the school one night.
After that we learned how to book a hotel room. A month before graduation, we rented a room off-campus. I'm only mentioning this to say that I had sexual
experience.

Given my physical condition, it's easy to imagine how difficult it was to find a job in 2000.
My initial arrogance was forced to withdraw from the job market, and I became very depressed. I no longer had any demands regarding work conditions.
Two years later, through a friend's introduction, I worked as a newspaper deliveryman for a few months (delivering newspapers, not selling them).
Because I couldn't find a job before, I tried every possible means, and also submitted my information to the local civil affairs bureau and obtained a disability
certificate. Unexpectedly, a small factory had just opened in the area, operating on a welfare basis, meaning they wanted to get tax benefits
(most of which were refunded). They hired several disabled workers. Of course, they all had hands and feet; they needed to work, so the workers
were either mute or deaf. I was one of the people with the mildest disability among them. Combined with my university
major, I got a job as a financial assistant.

By the time I entered this factory, my girlfriend and I had been separated for three and a half years. During that time, I masturbated countless times. Fortunately, I had a wealth of sexual fantasies
at the time , all of whom were people I had seen in real life, so masturbation was quite enjoyable. I even tried hiring prostitutes, but
seeing their thick foundation, their garish whiteness, their age, and their sagging flesh—my eyesight isn't good,
they looked , but when it came time to make the transaction, I'd take a closer look, and oh my god, I'd instantly lose all interest. I wanted to find pretty girls,
but back then, I had no one to guide me, and even if I did, I didn't have the money. So, I was incredibly sexually
frustrated back then.

I've said a lot, and the female lead hasn't even appeared yet. Are you all getting impatient? But
the needs some explanation, so please bear with me and keep reading. There was a woman from Sichuan who managed the kitchen at the factory. She
was an excellent Sichuan cook, only two years older than me, short (less than 155cm), and a bit overweight, but that didn't affect my aesthetic sense.
In the summer the office was very hot because there was no air conditioning. I often saw her sitting cross-legged in front of the computer playing cards after her afternoon break, wearing
a skirt suit. Whenever I walked in, I would see her white legs and stare intently at the shadow between them. Her husband was very strong and
also worked at the factory, but they were able-bodied, not disabled workers. There were about half able-bodied and half disabled workers in the factory,
a total of 14 people. But I didn't dare to mess with her, even though she was nice to me and unintentionally tried to seduce me. I
didn't even dare to make the slightest flirtatious move towards her. However, she was my masturbation object in the toilet. There were also four local,
healthy female workers, one of whom was over 40. She was very kind to me. In winter, when the boss went home for the Chinese New Year,
I was left to work shifts. The other four women took turns working with me each day. I
was okay with the older woman who was kind to me at the time, but I had absolutely no sexual feelings for the other three. So even though I
often worked shifts with one of them in winter (actually just guarding the factory), nothing happened. Looking back now, I might have had
feelings for that older woman, but I had no feelings for the other three. It's a pity I didn't use the internet much back then, never read any erotic literature,
let alone incestuous erotic literature, otherwise I probably would have had an affair with that older woman. She was very kind to me, often bringing me food from
home . When I was playing on the computer (which I only used to print invoices and didn't have internet access), she would chat with me.
What a loss, I didn't seduce her.

About a year after I started working at the factory, they hired a few more disabled workers. Now, the female protagonist appears, everyone get excited. She was 22
years old, two years younger than me, mute, less than 160 cm (estimated), a little chubby, and had just gotten married. Her husband was also
mute , but didn't work at the factory. In the first few days after she arrived, the factory was producing at a high volume, working through the night, and they
even transferred a few of us clerical staff to help. She and I were in the same group, working together. It wasn't cold, but
it wasn't hot either. She wasn't wearing any clothing around her neck, and of course, her breasts weren't exposed. I noticed her breasts were nice and prominent,
and I probably felt a little lustful at that moment. Back then, I could feel lustful just looking at any slightly exposed woman on the street,
which shows how thirsty I was. She noticed me looking at her and gave me a slight smile, which I returned. Even with the strenuous
physical work, I didn't feel too tired. I would occasionally fantasize about her breasts and sometimes exchange smiles with her; it felt
pretty good.

The factory had a lunch break, but in the summer it was too hot, and there was no air conditioning, so we usually didn't start work until 3 pm. Those three
hours were a lot of time. She knew I could read, and since I worked in clerical positions, she probably
liked me because I wore glasses. She often used sign language with me. She had attended a sign language primary school but hadn't gone to junior high. I
slowly learned to "communicate" with
her using the sign language book she gave me . One afternoon, with nothing to do as usual, I was suddenly overcome with lust. I gestured to her towards the opposite mountain, implying that we should go for a walk. I was a little nervous, as there were other workers around, but they
didn't understand sign language, and I was afraid they would see through my intentions. She smiled and agreed, and we slowly went up the mountain together.
There was a small grove of trees on the mountain. When we got there, seeing that no one was around, I deliberately lagged behind her
, following closely behind her. Watching her buttocks bounce, I finally succumbed to my lust and reached out to touch her buttocks
. I don't remember her reaction because I was too nervous. I was afraid that someone would find out, which would be terrible. I
was always seen as a very well-behaved and sensible person, and I was respected by everyone in the factory. I didn't even want
to think about what would happen if she told them about this. I think she must have known some of my intentions before we went up the mountain, but she wasn't afraid of me and didn't refuse me. I
touched her, and seeing she didn't react, I suddenly hugged her from behind, leaning against a tree. She struggled, but not very hard.
I held her tightly, pressing my genitals against her, and reached for her breasts, slipping them inside her clothes. After a while, I touched
her genitals, making my underwear wet. She seemed a little scared and said we should hurry down the mountain, but I refused.
After a while, she urged me again. Later, I had released some of my lust, and finally, afraid that others in the factory would notice, I
went down into the factory. In the days that followed, I don't know if it was psychological or real, but I felt the people in the factory looking at
me strangely, asking if I had gone up the mountain with her. I pretended not to know and said we were just going to play. I guess they noticed something was up, but luckily I
was mentally strong enough to keep pretending. One day at noon, she wanted to go to the market to buy something, because she was mute...
She was also deaf, and her boss was worried about her safety on the road, so he asked me to accompany her.
I was thrilled,
thinking there was a chance. I happily rode my bike alongside her, and she rode too. When the road was deserted, I would sneakily touch her butt; it felt exciting. She just turned around and smiled at me. At the market, she bought a small bag, which I bought
for . She was very happy.

After that, we talked more and more each day, and I gradually learned that she was dissatisfied with her current marriage,
but due to her physical limitations, she could only marry whomever she wanted, and her dissatisfaction was just something she kept to herself. But I
could . On the contrary, I only managed to do so a few times throughout the year. At that time, I hadn't thought about how
to get her into bed. She went straight home after work; someone like her who didn't go home late would
cause trouble , so I didn't dare to think about taking her to a hotel after work or having sex in the factory.

The opportunity finally came; it was winter duty again. The boss still kept me with the other female workers, but the disabled
worker wasn't on duty. Before the holiday, I talked to her; her home wasn't far from the factory, and I told her she
could come to the factory to play during the day when she had nothing to do, and bring her mute book as a cover. When the holiday came, the female workers weren't at the factory during the day and didn't want to
come, because being on duty was boring, and they all had family matters to attend to. Who wouldn't want to stay home during the day? But the boss
would check on them at night, and besides, the responsibility for theft was huge, so they would still come to work with me at night. It just so happened that
the mute girl was out playing during the day, and being of childbearing age, she wouldn't arouse suspicion. It was only when she didn't go home at night that her
family would get worried. During the day, I was alone at the factory, excitedly waiting for her arrival, my mind pounding with lust
, fantasizing about how we would do it…

When she arrived, I thought she was so beautiful. We went into the office, and I pretended to flip through a book, but I
couldn't resist and hugged her. She didn't resist, but pointed at me with her little finger, rolled her eyes, and
said I was bad. I chuckled and started touching her harder. Damn, I felt hot all over, my sperm throbbing. Later, I took her
hand and led her to my place. She was probably scared, and struggled a little to stop me from dragging her.
I pulled her a little, and we eventually made it into my room. After closing the door, I started
groping . Unfortunately, she wouldn't let me kiss her. Later, when I asked her, she said I had bad breath. It didn't matter, it wasn't important. I took off her
top. It wasn't cold then; she was only wearing a t-shirt and a jacket. After taking off her top, I took off her bra. I was so excited
I almost ejaculated, but luckily I had previous sexual experience and didn't. I took off her bra and
kneaded . I forgot to mention her reaction; she was quite calm, almost as if she didn't understand sex or
the pleasure it brought. I took off her pants, and she struggled symbolically a little, but I let her take them off anyway. After taking off her panties,
I resisted the urge to mount her, fantasized a bit first, and kissed her breasts and thighs haphazardly a few times before forcefully entering her body.
Damn, she was so tight. Although she wasn't wet, she wasn't very dry either. I really wanted to go inside her, so I didn't care and just forced myself
on her. She was in pain. Now that I think about it, I regret not giving her oral sex. If I had, she would have felt
better. I asked her to give me oral sex, but she definitely wouldn't have done it. She was afraid of getting dirty and didn't understand the wonder of sex. After a few
thrusts, damn it, years of drought finally quenched my lust. But penetration wasn't as stimulating, and I knew I couldn't
rush it. I'd go slowly, a few thrusts, trying not to ejaculate. Because I prefer the woman-on-top position, after a while, I helped her onto the top.
Of course didn't understand any of this, so she just followed my instructions to roll onto the top, but she couldn't move. I got impatient, so I started thrusting upwards from below.
After only a few thrusts, she looked pained, indicating it hurt. I slowed down, going at it slowly. Ejaculating like that
wasn't satisfying enough, so just before climaxing, I pulled out and went behind her, quickly ejaculating a few times. Of course, I
was still careful; I used a condom. If I got her pregnant, I'd be finished. Afterwards, while cleaning up the mess, she
gestured with her hand, indicating I was bad…

The holiday was long, but she didn't come every day. Looking back now, I'm really grateful to her; she quenched my thirst
… A few days later, one afternoon, she came, but another female worker suddenly arrived. This worker didn't
leave; she was still taking her lunch break at the factory, and she lived next door to me. This mute girl rarely came to see me, and she was the one who took the initiative. I
didn't want to miss any opportunities. It was obvious she liked me a little. After the female workers went to their rooms for their afternoon nap, I pulled her into my
room. She pointed to the next room, and I said I wasn't afraid. Damn, I was bold enough. We had the same exciting hugging and touching, and I took off my clothes.
Maybe it was because I was too nervous, but I couldn't find the opening. I thrust around a few times and ejaculated before I even went in.
Of course , I regretted it.

This holiday was very pleasant. I didn't masturbate as frequently anymore, and I stopped staring at other people's private parts on the street.
On the day when everyone in the factory was about to return, I wanted to try something new. I used sign language to say that we should go somewhere else. She was very happy and
agreed. The next morning, she waited for me at the agreed place as promised. We took a bus to the neighboring county. I
first took her around the county, then took her to a barbershop to get her hair cut, bought her some food, and then took her
to a shrine. I had experience booking hotels in college, so booking a hotel went smoothly. Because we spent some time in the city, it
was already afternoon when we booked the hotel. I took her to the charity room to have sex. Nobody knew us then, and I enjoyed it more, even
using a condom. After we finished, she told me to hurry home, otherwise it would be dark and the bus ride home would take almost an hour.
I refused; we'd finally gotten out, and I wanted to do it a second time. She was a little unhappy, worried about getting back too late.
It was already afternoon, and my penis couldn't get hard quickly. Just before leaving, I remembered to give her oral sex. We
did it for a while, and she seemed willing, but unfortunately, my penis wouldn't get hard. That afternoon, her stomach hurt,
just like at the factory. It was probably because her vagina was too tight; it hurt her.

After the factory workers returned, they looked at me strangely. Later, they said the mute girl
's gaze was off; her attraction was obvious. I pretended not to notice. Some people advised me to stay away from her, saying she
had a husband. I knew this all too well; things were getting bad. Damn, people are too sensitive. After that, I deliberately ignored
her and didn't go to the factory to talk to her anymore. Unfortunately, I resigned and left in October of that year; otherwise, the second
winter would have been just as exciting.

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