Township Head

In 1998,

during my university years, I was selected as a provincial-level cadre and assigned to a county in Jiangxi Province as the secretary of the township's Communist Youth League committee. When I first started

, I felt like every day was new, and I was full of hope for the future.

The work itself wasn't the most complicated part; it was the constant socializing in the township. With each rank of cadre, the authority increased significantly

. As a member of the Youth League, I generally couldn't participate in major government events,

but common. Some small business owners, wanting to appear cultured, would try to curry favor with the Youth League, obtaining small honors and

trophies, often providing support for the Youth League's receptions. Some female cadres at higher levels, seeing

us fresh graduates, would often exchange knowing glances.

Due to my good work performance and many ideas, a year later, I was promoted to deputy township head, responsible for township industry.

Don't underestimate this seemingly small promotion; the implications were vast. There's an old saying: "A deputy and a head

are worlds apart," referring to the difference between a production team leader and deputy leader in rural areas many years ago, where the team leader ate significantly more than the deputy

leader .

Back then, the deputy township head wielded considerable power.

He could My township, though not wealthy, was seeing

a surge in entrepreneurship across the country, with more and more people starting factories, companies, and businesses.

Lou Chan was the first private factory owner in my township, running numerous businesses, including small

chemical , machinery, and textile enterprises. I'd heard his wife was a socialite, though I'd never met her.

Once, a batch of Lou Chan's goods was seized by the industry and commerce department, resulting in a fine of over 100,000 yuan and threatening

judicial proceedings. Accustomed to his wealth and power, he became anxious and came to me, claiming the government should help

businesses . He

gave a long list of reasons, including his annual tax contributions, job creation, and the fact that his business was the largest in the township. I told him that even the largest businesses must abide by the law, and things weren't as simple as he imagined.

The township party secretary, likely having received many favors from him, asked me to mediate, so I reluctantly agreed.

Back then, I was living in a single dormitory. One night, Lou Chan had his men deliver cigarettes and alcohol to my room.

It was the first time I'd encountered such a situation since becoming a cadre. I righteously told them to take it back, and the man who was supposed to do it

slipped away like a thief.

For several days, nothing happened, and I gradually forgot about it. Lou Chan came to the township every day, and whenever he saw

me, he would ask if the matter had been resolved.

The county magistrate came to the township to inspect the work. That night, he got drunk and slept in the hotel Lou Chan owned. In the middle of the night,

I felt very uncomfortable and woke up to find a woman sleeping beside me, wearing only a bra and red underwear. Seeing that I was awake,

the woman leaned closer and placed her hand on my chest. I suddenly sobered up and asked in surprise, "Who are you? What are you doing

sleeping here?" She gracefully pressed her hand to my mouth, her breath sweet as orchids in my ear: "Don't make a sound, I won't

eat you. If you make a scene and people find out, you won't be able to explain yourself."

As she spoke, her hand quickly slid down, kneading my penis. I was about to react and tell her to leave when she

suddenly pressed herself against me, her hot tongue flicking like a snake's tongue against my lips.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the pressure of being a minor official far from home, or perhaps it was primal

sexual instinct, but I didn't resist anymore. Seeing that I had calmed down, the woman quickly moved her head between my legs,

pulled down my underwear, exposed my penis, and licked the urethral opening.

A strong stimulation came, and I couldn't help but groan. The woman went a step further, taking my

penis stroking it. Excited, I involuntarily clamped her head between my legs, and she moved even harder,

licking my testicles with her tongue, making my penis quickly stand erect like a steel spear.

Seeing that the time was

right Suddenly, she placed her pubic hair on my penis, the tip pointing towards the center, and thrust it in.

The penis entered, momentarily losing its aim. The woman straightened up, bouncing up and down, my penis

thrusting and pulling back and forth between her pubic hair. I had never truly made love before, and I found it incredibly pleasurable.

Primal instincts were ignited like a volcano. The hot contact of our bodies, the expanse of white, tender flesh before my eyes—with such a beauty

before me, I was completely lost in the moment. I lifted my leg, flipped her over, and pressed down on her forcefully.

Her breasts were firm, like white steamed buns to the touch, full and plump when I squeezed them. I licked them with

my tongue , and she let out a joyful moan. My thrusts continued relentlessly, and she responded to my movements. Soon,

I felt the urge to urinate and tried to pull out, but she held on tightly, so I could only ejaculate inside her.

After the climax subsided, I hugged her and asked where she was from. She didn't answer, only asking if I was comfortable. I repeatedly asked

her how she got in, and she made a face, got dressed, and left.

The next day, a woman walked into my office. She introduced herself as Lou Chan's wife. I recognized her immediately—it was the

woman who had been with me the night before. My head was spinning. Fortunately, seeing that others were present, she politely said a few words,

hoping the government could help her business quickly resume production.

I knew I had to pull some strings this time, so for several days I used my connections in the county, appealing to local sentiments, and

finally resolved the matter. Later, I ran into Lou Chan, who seemed completely unaware of the situation. Later still, his

wife told me in a private conversation that he didn't know anything about it; only the two of us knew. She said she

had seduced me because she found me attractive.

Had I been raped?!

Years passed, but my official position continued to rise. After a few years, the township party secretary's chair was now beneath me

.

The higher-ups reshuffled the township leadership. As the Party Secretary, I remained unmoved. The township head, due to poor performance, was demoted

to a deputy Party Secretary position in another township. A female township head was promoted to fill our position.

Now, with this new woman, we have three women in our team. The other two aren't particularly attractive, but this township head

is quite pretty—large breasts, round buttocks, and her eyes are filled with a faint melancholy.

In rural areas, it's rare for female cadres not to use their breasts and buttocks as an investment. Those with better looks

might have more opportunities; those without, well, it's a matter of personal taste. Some even have

unique preferences, preferring those who aren't particularly attractive but are proactive, cooperative, and hardworking.

Our female villager was five years older than me. In the summer, her breasts always bounced on her chest, and her buttocks looked like a

millstone brimming with endless allure, capable of crushing out the deepest pleasure in a man's bones.

I was already married at that time, had been a cadre for several years, and had masturbated in entertainment venues. After drinking, wearing baggy

shorts, I would lie on a massage bed, the girls stroking my penis, their hands wandering to her breasts and buttocks.

Some girls firmly refused, so it was over quickly; others would half-heartedly comply, and my fingers would slip into her vagina.

Few were willing to use their mouths there. The girls there were all quite young, generally with perky breasts and small nipples, which

felt pleasant to touch.

These were mostly places where the village bosses would invite us to dinner and relax, when they needed something from us. But I

never sex there. I always felt that those girls didn't moan when their hands were inside, but screamed the moment I penetrated them on the bed—it was all

fake!

Besides the opportunities to touch and ejaculate in entertainment venues, being a cadre gives you chances to meet women. There are always

women in the village who will express "you can use me" in various ways, and being handsome, I naturally

attract these temptations.

One propaganda officer in the village wanted to transfer to the city before getting married and kept coming to me. I told her it wasn't easy, so she

came to my dormitory late at night under the pretense of reporting on her work and offered herself to me. I figured it was

good for her husband to explore her private parts first, so I happily brought her to her peak. Who knew she

wouldn't want to coming to me. Seeing her breasts growing larger from her indulgence and her increasingly seductive advances, I

was afraid she'd make me passive one day, so I took the initiative to contact her and get her into the city.

As for the various stations and offices in the village, there are always young women and wives who want me to do favors. Those who

are attractive and have the desire usually just go along with it, getting my way and getting the job done.

When this big-breasted township head arrived, I knew my luck had arrived. I imagined her writhing beneath me,

the pleasure of riding her.

At township meetings, the Party Secretary usually lectures people. To make the township head understand the Secretary's importance, on her

first day, I used the former township head as an analogy, a warning shot, and clearly stated several

rules .

A month later, the county organized an investment promotion event, and our township sent a 10-person team to Guangdong. We

were busy and tired during the day, and we had another event in Bao'an District that evening. After the event, we stayed at a hotel there.

After a half-asleep nap, the phone rang. It was the township head calling, saying she thought her room key was with me.

I told her to come and get it herself. Suddenly, I realized this might be her hinting at something, so I quickly got ready, waiting for

her to come and let me ride her.

A knock sounded at the door. I hid by the doorway, opened it, and the township head came in without seeing me.

As she turned around, I pretended to bump into her accidentally. Her breasts touched my hand, and I took the opportunity to

touch The township head instinctively stepped back.

Seeing that I was only wearing underwear, the township head blushed and said, "I'm so sorry to bother you so late."

I closed the door. Ten minutes later, there was another knock at the door. It was the township secretary. I stammered

that I was asleep and that we could talk about it tomorrow.

With someone outside, the township head couldn't leave immediately, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and we started chatting.

Under the lamplight, the township head, in her thirties, was quite attractive, with a high, firm chest, a hazy view between her legs, and particularly

sensual . When I handed her tea, I deliberately touched the tip of her nipple, and this time she didn't resist.

After rambling on for a while, I felt I should get to the point quickly. To break the

ice , I half-jokingly, half-seriously said,

"Why don't you sleep here tonight? If the secretary sees you now, you'll never be able to explain yourself.

" The township head blushed instantly, stood up, and said, "It's getting late. If we stay any longer, nothing will be clear."

I lay down on the bed and casually said, "Then take

your be any gossip."

The township head straightened up, her round buttocks outlined alluringly by her smooth pants. After all, she was the secretary, so I

had some self-control. I swallowed and let her leave.

She went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water filled the air. A moment later, she stood before me wrapped in a bath towel, exuding

charm .

I pulled off her towel, my penis already bulging like a tent in my underwear. My hand went around her buttocks and

pressed against her vulva.

"Lick it!" I commanded her, my hand slipping between her legs,

stroking her thick pubic hair.

The township head lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took my penis in. I pulled her legs, making her

rotate halfway around my penis so I could easily masturbate her.

The township head licked me carefully, occasionally looking up at me expectantly. My hands

roamed , squeezing her white breasts and pressing her plump vulva.

Perhaps because I often criticize her for lacking creativity, she moved her tongue to my

testicles she

then went to lick my anus.

Waves of tingling and numb sensations washed over me, my penis erect, brushing against her face. I inserted my fingers

between her labia, which were warm and tight. The deeper I inserted, the warmer, tighter, and more fleshy they felt.

I felt the time was right, so I made her kneel on the bed, her buttocks sticking up. I straightened my penis, aiming it at the township

head's buttocks , where pubic hair grew thickly, and a small hole was open for me.

I thrust in all the way, and the township head shuddered. I saw her breasts, like two bamboo shoots, upside down. So I touched the shoots

with both hands, my penis pressing against her, and began to move happily.

Gradually, the township head began to moan. I teased her in her ear, "Baby, I knew I would fuck you.

You should come over often so I can use you. My penis is bigger than your husband's, right? My skills are much better than his. From now

on, you are my horse to ride often."

The township head said, "Husband, good husband, I'll let you ride me, let you play with me, I'm yours. I'll lick your

dick and balls often, let you fuck me, let you fuck me."

After dozens of rounds, the township head's buttocks were wet, and my penis pubic hair was also covered in her vaginal fluid. I

turned her over, lifted her legs, and started pricking her at the crotch.

Perhaps because she was being carried, her vagina was wide open, and the township head showed even greater desire. Every

time I penetrated her, she would clamp down, and when I pulled out, she would thrust upwards.

Holding her two plump breasts, my penis moved in and out of her thick vagina, with a voluptuous

, mature woman working with me pressed beneath me. As I did it, I thought, I felt, and a sense of accomplishment accompanied by pleasure permeated our physical struggle.

I kissed the township head's lips, parted her teeth, our tongues entwined, saliva exchanged. I thrust in all the way and

stopped there, my hands squeezing her breasts hard. The pause fueled her lust. I could feel her vagina gripping

my penis like a hand, tightening its grip. She suddenly hugged me, thrusting upwards, her vaginal muscles biting, moaning:

"I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want your penis, I want you to shoot inside me, I want... I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want your penis,

I want you to shoot inside me, I want... I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want your penis, I want you to shoot inside me, I want

... I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want your penis, I want you to shoot inside me, I want... I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I want your penis, I want you to shoot inside me, I want..."

I intensified my thrusts. I knew her climax had arrived. She had become

a prisoner . The titles of township head and secretary, the usual seriousness and pretense, were all gone.

There were only two naked people, recklessly releasing their desires.

With her increasingly intense cooperation, I felt she was about to reach her climax. As she cried out, "I can't take it anymore,

" I pressed down on her hard, thrusting all the way in and ejaculating into her vagina.

The brief calm after the intense stimulation was quickly shattered. The township head suddenly pushed me away: "Go wash up quickly,

it's not your safe period today, you forgot to take your pill."

I pressed her back down on the bed, my penis still inside her: "You've been married for so many years and

haven't had a child. Your husband is no good, is he? I'll help you fulfill your dream."

The township head was on the verge of tears. I released her, and she rushed to the bathroom. A moment later, fully dressed, she quickly ran

back , kissed me on the cheek, carefully opened the door, and fled.

A month later, I was transferred. Because the township head had offered herself to me, and because of her genuinely good work ability, the organization

department, after consulting me, transferred her to another township as secretary. Later, I went into business and

left that place.

Years have passed, and I haven't gone back or contacted her again. I've heard she's doing well in her career and

has been promoted again.

I stood at the office window, the pattering rain outside making me restless. Suddenly, the phone rang, and

my secretary's sweet voice came through: "Chairman, a female cadre is here for an inspection. She said she used to be your

colleague and is waiting for you in the reception room."

Haha, could it be the township head?

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