[The story of a corrupt official and several elderly women]

The Story of a Corrupt Official and Several Old Ladies

(This corrupt official was exposed for financial misconduct and has now fled to Brazil with a huge sum of money. The following is a first-person account

... please do not take it personally.)

I. The Art of Seduction: Having tasted all the flavors of life, only old ladies are truly good

??? In school, I've tried my hand at seduction with female classmates and young married teachers, which emboldened my lust. I know that

as long as you can satisfy a woman's romantic desires, there's no woman you can't get.

After graduation, I was assigned to a city as a civil servant. The bureau chief was nearly fifty, a kind and filial man. I've

always been good at handling things and knew he was a filial son, so whenever I had time, I would visit his home and treat his widowed mother in her seventies

with utmost respect, winning her favor. The old lady had been widowed in middle age and didn't like socializing, so she was usually very

lonely . With me keeping her company and making her happy, she truly treated me like her own grandson. If I didn't visit for a few days,

the bureau chief would invite me to his house for dinner.

The old lady was celebrating her 74th birthday. Because she had overcome a major hurdle, the bureau chief hosted a banquet to celebrate. Everyone rushed over to

toast her , and the old lady was very happy, even drinking until her face was flushed. After a while, she became somewhat unwell.

The bureau chief, who was also drunk and staggering, asked me to help the old lady home first. In the car, the old lady kept gagging and could hardly sit up

. She asked me to help her to the back seat so she could lean on me. I had never paid attention to this white-haired old lady before, but

today seeing the rosy-cheeked grandmother, and with her breasts moving back and forth against my chest, I felt a sudden urge,

but I didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the driver, and appeared very polite and well-behaved. Once inside, I immediately dismissed the driver and

helped the old lady to a single sofa. She leaned to one side, gesturing for me to help her. I seized the opportunity to squeeze in

, pulling her into my arms. I touched her forehead and cheeks, then pressed my face against hers to test her

touch . I rested her head on my neck, and she nestled comfortably in my embrace, becoming more talkative. A moment later,

tears welled in her eyes as she said, "It's not easy being a widow. Ah, I'm getting old and almost in my grave."

I immediately responded, "Grandma, you're not old at all. Look how good your skin is now, how charming you are.

If you went out, you'd charm a whole bunch of old men, maybe even young men would dream about you." I then tentatively kissed her

forehead . The old lady trembled slightly, feeling my tight embrace. She looked at me in surprise,

then playfully tapped my forehead, "You little rascal, always trying to make your grandma happy."

Seeing an opportunity, I deliberately averted my gaze, using my right hand to lift her chin and quietly observe her.

The old woman looked at me with a dazed expression, biting her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing that the time was right, I suddenly pulled her close and

kissed her lips deeply. At first, she struggled, but soon, my tongue easily slipped into her

mouth, which reeked of alcohol. Her tongue met mine. I freed one hand and began to knead her breasts under her sweater; they were soft and lacked

elasticity . The old woman closed her eyes and made dog-like whimpering noises,

rubbing her face against my neck.

I slowly slipped my hand inside her sweater, kneading them through her bra for a while, then reached inside to flick her nipples with my fingers.

The old woman twisted her body back and forth, breathing heavily, and cooperated when I unhooked her bra. I suddenly

lifted her outer garment, revealing two drooping breasts, the nipples like two hard, dry black dates. Her skin was so white, and her belly

was full of wrinkles. I bent down and gently took her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, "Good boy, good boy, Grandma

is so happy today."

I whispered in her ear, "Grandma, I'm a bad boy. I want to fuck you." She covered her face with her hands, too ashamed

to lift her head. She just said, "They'll be back soon. Can you hurry up?"

I played hard to get, "Why do you want me to hurry up? Good Grandma!" "Well, what do you mean, 'I'...you bad boy...fuck me! Fuck me in bed, I want a young man to fuck me. I haven't been fucked by a man

in decades . Ah." 　　I carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and stripped her naked like peeling an onion. Her skin was a little loose hair was grayish-white, but thankfully, her labia were pink. However, her vaginal opening was very deep. I wanted to linger a little longer, but fearing that someone would come home, I thrust my penis in, and several streams of thick white fluid gushed out from her vagina. Her whole body trembled under her old skin. Just as the old lady was moaning in pain, the bureau chief called. While I was still having sex with his mother , I said, "Chief, don't worry, she's much better. She's so happy on her birthday today." I handed the phone to the old woman, then helped her up, making her kneel with her back to me. I thrust into her from behind, pounding in and out. The old woman trembled as she picked up the receiver: "Son, I feel much better now. Ah, you should entertain the guests well . With this child here, ah, I'm so happy today." 　　I ejaculated inside her. From then on, whenever I had time, I would have sex with the bureau chief's mother. I felt that old women were the most appealing. I lost interest in young women and married women. 　　II. The "Buy" Strategy: Spend money to relieve lust, fat old ladies are cheap ??? After a few years of debauchery, I became a section chief under the bureau chief's promotion, and then rose to deputy director in the provincial capital, holding both power and money. Because of my attraction to older women, I'm still unmarried. When people introduce me to potential partners, I say I prioritize my career and don't have time for romance. Actually, my eyes have long been on an old lady downstairs. This was an elderly woman, nearly seventy, so fat she was practically a mountain of flesh. Her buttocks were as big as pot lids, her breasts stretched her clothes like tents, their outlines drooping down to her abdomen. Her husband had been bedridden for years, and the family was very poor. Her children all worked in other cities, barely scraping by. I hired her as a cleaning lady under the guise of a monthly cleaning job, hoping to get closer to her. This old woman hadn't received much education, spoke in a very vulgar way, and constantly uttered the word "fuck," which sounded quite satisfying. 　　One weekend, she came to clean. She bluntly asked me, "Director, why aren't you married yet? Should I introduce you to someone? Is there something wrong with your body? Is your 'tool' no good?" 　　"Fuck, when do I have time for dating? If there were a woman I could take off my pants for, then pull them continue working, that would be good for the country and the people, and it would also relieve my pent-up desire." 　　"Then you'd have to go find a prostitute. What decent girl would do that?" the fat old woman laughed. 　　I laughed, "I think prostitutes are too dirty. I'll play with decent women, I'm not picky, as long as they're female . Ha." 　　"Damn, you'd better watch out for some women getting on your nerves. Women these days are not easy to mess with, you'll have to use a condom." She laughed lewdly. 　　I immediately picked up the conversation, "Yeah, if I get involved with a younger one, she'll be begging to marry me. I'll just find an older one."

"Ideally, she'd be an old lady, someone who won't get pregnant and can keep quiet. What do you say, fat woman?"

"Go to hell, my son's older than you. I'm not a prostitute." Her tone was harsh,

then she changed the subject : "You're right, young ones are troublesome, their prostitutes are too expensive. If I found an older one, twenty or thirty would be

fine. Men and women are all the same, naked they're the same, Chief, don't you think?"

I sat on the sofa, casually pulled out fifty yuan, unzipped my pants, stuffed it in, and looked at this fat woman.

She hesitated for a moment, then simply walked over...

Her vagina was very fat, her two large labia were dark, and her breasts covered her upper body. Like a large

sofa. When her back was to me, her fat buttocks took up half the sofa. I fucked her from behind, and she screamed like a

sow. Behind her, I suddenly had a whim, wanting to fuck her black asshole. I spread the two mounds of fat with my hands, and amidst her

screams and cries, I thrust in and ejaculated. Inside.

Fifty yuan a time, fucked a fat woman, so cheap, and I could have her all to myself. One time, after I fucked her, she went

home, and her bedridden, paralyzed old man suddenly said, "You smell like a man's semen," and he could only

sigh . The fat old woman actually told her husband that she earned fifty yuan a time selling her body. When I found out, I was a little angry and

didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. She was afraid of losing this source of income, so she came to my door begging. To shut her up, I suggested that I

fuck her in front of her husband, and then ejaculate into the old man's mouth.

...So good, I fucked this fat woman in front of her husband, and while the old man was eating the semen, I

rolled up fifty yuan into a tube and stuffed it into the fat old woman's anus.

A few years later, the old man died, and the fat old woman found another partner. This is their wedding photo.

III. Power-for-Money Transactions, Personal Subordinates Delivering Their Mothers to Their Doors

??? Because of my hard work, I was quickly promoted to section chief. Eventually, I became the director of my unit, the top leader. I

wasn't interested in money; a fat man only made fifty, which was quite satisfying. Many of my subordinates tried every

possible way . But they had no idea about my interests. At this time, I set my sights on the elderly mother of a driver. This driver was

in his forties, exactly twelve years older than me. Because he was facing a promotion opportunity, he had approached me more than ten times. Humans are all human

, and this kind of thing wouldn't be too difficult for me to handle. But by chance, I met the driver's seventy-

six-year-old mother. That day, I was about to take the unit's car to another city... The driver, whose uncle's house was near my

destination , asked if I could take his elderly mother along. I subconsciously sensed

something might go wrong, so I readily agreed. As

luck would have it, the old lady in the car turned out to be a beauty. She looked remarkably like the veteran actress Wang Danfeng, except

her head was completely white, neatly combed, giving her a clean and efficient appearance. She stirred a deep, unrequited

love within me.

A few days later, when the driver approached me again about his promotion, I offered various excuses. Then I

got straight to the point: "Logically, I should call you 'brother,' I sympathize with your situation. And there's another factor

— your mother."

The driver was bewildered: "Chief, what does this have to do with my mother?"

I brandished my pencil and improvised a story: "Your mother looks a lot like the movie actress Wang Danfeng,

who was my childhood idol. You know I'm unmarried now because I've always wanted to find a

woman like Wang Danfeng. Of course, that's my private matter." "

After much prompting, the driver finally understood what I meant. His face flushed, and he shook his head, saying, 'Chief,

I'll try to find you a girlfriend like Wang Danfeng, okay? You know, my mother is

old, and my father is still alive.'

I threw the pencil into the pencil holder and simply saw him off. I knew this driver was a cowardly and selfish fellow.

He had a promotion opportunity at work, but also faced the pressure of layoffs; even if this didn't work out, he wouldn't dare say anything.

A week later, the driver came to my office again: 'Chief, I've come to give you

some good news. My mother and I talked about you privately. My mother initially scolded me, quite angry. But yesterday

, she argued with my father over a small matter. Sigh, the old couple always argue over trivial things. My mother cried

and told me that she made a mistake when she was young, a beautiful flower… I won't go on.'" "She's met you before and has a good impression of you,

but you might find her too old..."

This was fantastic news! I immediately agreed to his request and promised to do my best.

That afternoon, I made an excuse to go out and take the car to the place where the driver's uncle lived last time. As soon as I got in the car, I

saw the older woman sitting in the back seat. I sat down in the back too, and she gave me a shy smile,

smoothing her hair with her hand, her eyes sparkling. We chatted, laughed, hugged, and were very affectionate behind her son the whole way. My

hand slipped inside her bra and finally reached into her panties. Suddenly, the older woman cried and refused. Seeing the awkward silence, the driver

quickly stopped the car and tried to comfort her: "Mom, our bureau chief is young and energetic. You've always suffered because of Dad, but now this

is a great opportunity. You have a young bureau chief who likes you. Besides, the bureau chief treats me well. If I

have a good future, you'll have a good life too, don't you think?" "

After driving for a while, we came across a small restaurant by the roadside. We booked a suite; the inner room had a small

heated kang bed, and the outer room had a table. I pretended to be a little tired and said I needed to rest inside, telling the

mother and son to order something outside. I sat there restlessly, listening to their quiet conversation. After a while,

the door opened, and the driver helped his mother in. The older woman still had tears in her eyes, but she forced a smile and

acted coquettishly. I stood up and told the driver to order some good dishes to eat outside and to be careful not to let anyone into the inner room.

I sat down, pulled down my outer trousers, leaving only my underwear sticking out like a tent. The older woman also

started to undress, eventually leaving only white..." She was wearing a bra and panties. My eyes lit up; a full head of silver hair, fair

skin, a beautiful figure, a face like moonlight… She came over and gestured for me to get on the bed. I

lay there, burning with desire, watching her. The old beauty unhooked her bra, and a pair of jade breasts sprang out like two white rabbits. I

gently stroked them as I took off her panties. Her pubic hair was brownish-yellow, concealing a vulva I had never

seen . It

was truly intoxicating. We tried various ways of making love. I licked her vulva, and after feeling it wet, I parted

her jade legs and entered her, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes gently. After I ejaculated, I knowingly held her close with boundless affection. She

whispered to me, “Chief, I’m yours now. You have to love me, okay?”

When we came out, the driver was watching us nervously. The older woman nodded to him.

On the way back, the driver drove in front, and the older woman lay in the back, giving me oral sex. When she sat up

, swallowed the semen, and wiped a few drops of fluid from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, I saw the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror.

We smiled at each other.

Later, when I went abroad, I took this woman and two other old lovers with me to Brazil, and we still live together

now .

IV. Violence prevails, indoor rape, female retired cadre endures humiliation and lives in seclusion

??? What leaders hate most is someone reporting them. A female retired cadre in my unit, who had been retired for many years, reported me because of a housing

issue . I, who had always had a smooth career path and had become the absolute head of the unit, could not tolerate such

a thing. Because it was an anonymous letter, I checked the handwriting for many days before finding this old woman who had been retired for seven or eight years. That day, I

called this 67-year-old retired cadre to my office. She was an ordinary-looking old woman. Her skin was sallow,

and she was thin and frail.

I started showing concern for her health, first smilingly agreeing to reimburse her for the medications she'd purchased over the years—

a sum amounting to tens of thousands. Just as she was secretly pleased, I threw the letter of complaint in front of her. Her face turned pale.

"You'll pay the price, you old bitch," I said viciously, walking up to her, grabbing her hair, and staring into

her terrified eyes. Then I turned and locked the door.

She trembled uncontrollably, her voice distorted: "Chief, what do you want?"

"I'm going to have sex with you. If you scream, I'll strangle you. Believe me, I won't care if you die here

. You know I have connections. I'm afraid you won't even leave this room."

Sure enough, although she resisted, she dared not utter a sound. I threw her onto the sofa and ripped off her pants in a few swift movements…

…

Afterwards, she staggered out of my office.

The next day, she came to me with a stack of medical bills, her eyes red and swollen, seeking reimbursement. I smiled and signed. Soon after, I

heard she had gone mad. Every day, she sat trembling in a corner, like a madwoman, too afraid to utter a single word.

Of course, of the four women mentioned above, I still preferred the glamorous driver's mother. For her, I

bought her a house and showered her with diamonds. Gradually, financial problems arose, and I took a desperate gamble. Taking advantage of the accountant's

transfer , I obtained the accountant's seal and transferred tens of millions of yuan to my overseas account. I then flew abroad and transferred the funds.

Finally, I successfully escaped to Brazil, bought a manor, and lived a life of idyllic bliss.

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