43-year-old woman

Back in 1997, I ran a nightclub. Business was decent, but to evade some taxes, I hired an accountant named Liao Rong to falsify the books. She was 43 years old, quite plump, about 167 cm tall, with short hair, an oval face, and a pretty smile. She was otherwise quite ordinary-looking.
The first time I saw her, I didn't have any particular thoughts; she looked like a respectable woman. She didn't usually work for me; her job was simply to keep the monthly accounts right. She would come in about 3 to 5 days a month. After about two months, we started chatting occasionally, mostly about normal topics. I learned that her husband was a mid-level official with some power.

My interest in her stemmed from a friend needing something done through her husband. I approached Liao Rong and asked if she could help. She readily agreed. Soon after, the matter was resolved. My friend was quite happy, saying that I was in the entertainment industry and had many connections. He also brought gifts worth 5,000 or 6,000 yuan and asked me to give them to someone. I called Liao Rong, who was alone at
her house. I carried the gifts over. When I arrived, she saw the huge pile of gifts I was carrying and asked, "What are you doing?" I simply thanked her for her help. She poured me a cup of tea, and I sat there for a while. Then I had to leave. She said, "I'll leave the gifts. Take two cartons of cigarettes with you." Her husband doesn't smoke. She took the cigarettes and offered them to me, which I politely declined. I touched her chest and was startled. She didn't react, just glanced at me. So I didn't refuse anymore, took the cigarettes, and said goodbye.
I called my friend when I got back and asked him to come and get the cigarettes. My friend refused to take them back, so I got two cartons of mid-range cigarettes for free. That night, I kept thinking about it. This woman seemed restless. But I didn't know where to start. After all, she was a woman of status. If she couldn't finish it, that would be troublesome. At that time, I had a particular fondness for middle-aged women. Thinking of her full breasts, I became aroused. I thought, let's give it a try, if it doesn't work out, so be it.
About half a month passed like this. We ran into each other a few times, and I wanted to invite her to dinner a few times, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to say it. About 20 days passed. One evening, I finally mustered up the courage to call her and invite her and her husband to dinner. She said on the phone that her husband rarely ate at home and was mostly out socializing. I said, "Then if it's convenient for you, come over." She thought for a while and said, "Where should we go? I'll suggest the XX Hotel, how about that?" She said okay and asked me to wait for her in the hotel lobby. I said yes and rushed over immediately. When I arrived at the hotel, I booked a private room and went back to the lobby to wait for her. Not long after, she arrived by taxi. I went to greet her. She seemed to have dressed up deliberately. She told me the time; it was July. She was wearing a short-sleeved white silk blouse and a black skirt. The more I looked at her, the more charming she became. I said, "Let's go upstairs," and we went to a private room together. I asked her to order, and she ordered several dishes, quite exquisite, showing she had an appreciation for food. I asked if she wanted wine or fruit juice. She said it was up to her. I ordered a bottle of Yunnan Red wine. We ate and chatted. Before all the dishes were served, we had already finished a bottle of wine. We ordered two more. She didn't say anything, only that she usually didn't drink, but she was making an exception today. I quickly said, "Thank you, thank you." By the time the dishes were served, we had almost finished the wine. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were fixed on me. I was stunned, unsure of what to say. Luckily, I had a quick wit. I said, "Sister, you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you sit on this sofa?" I helped her to the sofa, holding her hand tightly, testing her. As soon as she sat down, she said, "I have had a bit too much to drink." She leaned against my shoulder. I understood; if I didn't make a move, I'd come all this way for nothing. I touched her forehead and face, saying, "Yes, okay. It's quite hot." She didn't say anything, so I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair. I started kissing her, and she instinctively asked, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and kissed her lips forcefully. She sighed and let me have my way. As I was sucking on her tongue, she pushed me away, saying the door wasn't locked. I quickly locked the door. I went back to the sofa and kissed her again; she seemed very excited. My tongue was a little sore from sucking on it. I put one arm around her and reached behind her back with the other to unhook her bra. Then, I started caressing her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid. I laid her down on the sofa and lifted her shirt. Her breasts were huge, and her nipples were dark black and very large. I leaned over and kissed them gently. A hand slipped under her skirt and touched her genitals. She was already a little wet, but not very wet yet. I found her clitoris and gently touched it. She started moaning loudly and reached down to my crotch, touching my penis through my pants. I said, "Let's get a room." She said, "No, no. Kiss me quickly." It seemed she was lost in desire. My sexual experience at this point was no longer at the school level. I knew I couldn't rush things; I had to arouse her. So I took off her top. I liked it when she wore a skirt while we made love. Suddenly, I had this thought. I leaned down and kissed her nipples. I'm particularly interested in women's nipples, especially large ones. She touched my penis through my pants and started unbuckling my belt. I also started kissing her armpits. Her armpit hair wasn't very thick, so I kissed her lower abdomen. I had read in a book that some women's navels are also very sensitive. As my tongue circled her navel, she trembled. She started pulling my pants down to her calves with her legs, gripping my penis even tighter. My tongue began to wander around her vulva. She gasped, "Don't kiss there." I looked up at her and said, "You've never tried this before, have you? I'll make you fly with pleasure." She didn't speak, but kept her legs tightly closed. I wasn't in a hurry; I started kissing her groin with my tongue. Soon, her legs slowly opened. I looked closely at her vulva. Her labia majora were unusually full. Her labia minora were also plump and quite dark. There wasn't much pubic hair. I gently touched her clitoris with my tongue, and her body suddenly contracted. I held her labia minora in my mouth, and she grabbed my hand, panting heavily. I kissed her gently, and she said, "I can't take it anymore. Put it in." I ignored her and started kissing her clitoris instead. In a moment, she almost sat up. Her climax was approaching. I slowed down. I knew I couldn't rush things with a middle-aged woman. To conquer her physically, I had to awaken her primal instincts. My tongue roamed over her vulva, letting her arousal build slowly before a final, powerful explosion. I began tentatively kissing her perineum and anus. Her moans grew louder, especially when my tongue circled her anus.
And so, we continued kissing, in a cyclical pattern. She began to succumb to sexual pleasure. Creamy fluid flowed copiously from her vagina, making a strange sound, like howling. I knew it was time for her to reach her climax. I took her clitoris into my mouth and kissed it forcefully. Sure enough, she cried out, sat up, and then lay back down. I stopped. I looked at her, eyes closed, breathing heavily, completely absorbed. The fluid had soaked her skirt, running down her inner thighs.
After a short while, she came to her senses and looked at me. I said, "Let's get serious." I took off my pants and pinned her down. She started panting again. I touched her wet, sticky vulva with one hand while kissing her ear. She got impatient. She grabbed my penis and tried to push it into her vagina. I didn't resist, adjusted my position, and it went in easily. She let out a satisfied moan, "Oh." I started with gentle thrusts, lingering at the entrance, rubbing against it. After a while, she said, "Faster, okay?" So I sped up. I noticed the faster she went, the more excited she became. I kept controlling the rhythm. She hugged my back, urging me to go faster. I satisfied her request. The frequency of my thrusts was fast. After a while, I felt myself about to ejaculate. I needed to adjust the rhythm. She noticed and said, "No! I'm almost at my climax." I took a deep breath and continued. Her legs were contracting and expanding; she was almost there. I thrust hard. I felt her vagina contracting, engulfing, and surrounding my penis. Seeing her contorted face and hearing her ecstatic cries, I finally ejaculated. After that, we had several more sexual encounters. Later, fearing trouble, we stopped contacting each other and only occasionally spoke on the phone.

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