Be the mayor's mistress

My surname is Lan, I'm 26 years old, married, and childless. As for my figure, well, men are always lusting after me. And my looks? Everyone loves me, cars gravitate towards me.
Because I'm the deputy director of the secretariat in the bureau, everyone likes to call me Director Lan.
Maybe you'll think I'm a "rotten virgin" at first, but that's okay, because my job is terrible—to put it bluntly, it's a "triple loss."
Don't misunderstand, actually, I'm a deputy director in charge of logistics and reception. My daily work involves accompanying guests and leaders to meals, drinks, and sightseeing. Sometimes, when guests get drunk, I even accompany them to hotels and have the staff take care of them in bed. But honestly, I can tolerate some flirting, but I will never sleep with these people. I think they're all shameless. Can you call me rotten? Not at all, I'm quite respectable.
I'm a very outspoken person, and sometimes I inevitably offend some people. Some people talk badly about me behind my back, saying I got my position as section chief by sleeping with the leaders. There are many other unpleasant things said; I could go on and on.
Basically, very few people in the unit like me, including the bureau chief.
During one year-end performance review, damn it, they actually gave me a "basically competent" grade, forcing me to attend a month-long training course at the Party School. I almost lost my position as a section chief, and was nearly demoted to a low-level department head.
The main reason wasn't that I took advantage of hospitality to make money, but rather that I had improper conduct.
These days, you know, if the good wine at the dinner table doesn't have the fingerprints of the mayor's mother or the bureau chief, and those bowls of fish bones and bird's nest soup aren't all eaten by these turtles and tortoises? Because of that, they wouldn't dare do anything to me.
The leaders' impression of me improved after I danced with our city's notorious womanizer, Deputy Mayor She. From then on, people looked at me with disdain. Even Deputy Director Luo, who used to always try to take advantage of me, didn't dare to make any moves.
I remember it was a spring night, and I was a dazzling star in that night. On that spring night, I enjoyed a special kind of romance.
The city was holding a celebration party at a hotel to celebrate the successful hosting of an expo. Our bureau was the organizer of this expo and was responsible for organizing this party. With more than 300 people, I once again saw those faces under the neon lights—people who were human by day and ghosts by night.
That night, my husband happened to be away on a business trip, so I only drank a few glasses of red wine at the banquet. But my mind was still quite clear. After dancing with the three directors, I pretended to be drunk and sat on the sofa for a while, not wanting to dance with these bastards anymore. Dancing with these people who only knew how to step on people's feet would indeed be beneath my dignity.
Perhaps it was the noise, but I couldn't close my eyes, so I munched on snacks, chatted with people, and occasionally danced with a few handsome guys.
Just as things were about to end, the deputy mayor, She, who was in charge of our bureau, arrived.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with our bureau chief, Deputy Mayor She gave an important speech, toasted everyone, and then prepared to leave.
The bureau chief said, "Mayor, come dance with our bureau's most beautiful lady before you go!" The mayor
replied, "It's been a long time since I danced; my steps might be a bit rusty." The
bureau chief said, "How could that be? The mayor's work is the best dance step; it's definitely the most beautiful!"
After saying that, the bureau chief walked towards me… "Xiao Lan, come, come dance with Mayor She!"
Pshaw, I have to take the initiative to dance? What a waste of being mayor! I said I was drunk and dizzy, but I'd pretend to be a lady.
A little while later, the mayor came to invite me to dance. The mayor
was quite the gentleman; he simply made a gesture of invitation, and I stood up. "
Good evening, Mayor!"
"Alright, you must be that 'dance queen' Xiao Lan that your bureau chief always talks about? Yes,
Xiao Lan, but not the dance queen!
You're something else. I was worried you wouldn't accept my invitation!
How could I dare to act so arrogantly in front of the mayor? You've been dancing with so many young and beautiful ladies all day, I bet you're numb by now.
Nonsense, I can tell you're a gangster from the streets just by looking at you like that."
The mayor asked, "Xiao Lan, can you give me your phone number?
" Under the mayor's teasing gaze, I gave it to him. "Mayor, remember this: eight digits, shady, shady, haha!
What kind of phone number is that?"
Perhaps the mayor and I danced too beautifully, because after a slow waltz, the whole hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.
This applause wasn't for me, it was for our mayor.
Next, the lights dimmed, and everyone gradually came down to the stage to dance a slow dance. I danced with the mayor to a fast tune.
Then, the mayor asked if I wanted to dance another slow dance. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't hesitate and followed his hand to the dance floor. I started dancing with him to the slow music… The dance floor was so dark; I couldn't see anything clearly. It was only because the mayor was holding my hand that I didn't bump into anyone. While he was holding me, he would often tug at my body intentionally or unintentionally, so we often bumped into each other in the darkness.
As I gradually adjusted to the darkness, I noticed many people dancing together, embracing each other. Because it was a slow dance, everyone on the dance floor seemed very close. The mayor only occasionally tugged at me to prevent me from bumping into others. But I hadn't danced in a long time, and I often couldn't keep my steps. I softly said to the mayor, "This isn't suitable for me anymore. Let's go back and have some drinks." "
It's alright," the mayor said. "It's rare for you to be in such a relaxed mood, especially since your husband isn't home. Have some fun!"
After he finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist pull me forcefully towards him. Still slightly tipsy, I thought, "Yeah, what's wrong with dancing anyway?"
So, I casually put my other hand on the mayor's shoulder. At that moment, both of the mayor's hands naturally rested on my waist, and the distance between us suddenly increased considerably; I could even smell the mayor's scent. I closed my eyes, finding the smell quite pleasant, and felt a warm sensation spread through my body.
The mayor said, "Xiao Lan, ever since I danced with you, I've realized we're destined for each other. Look at your smile, so radiant, it seems to illuminate the entire hall; everyone is captivated by you." "Mayor
, you're not drunk, are you?"
"I haven't drunk a drop of alcohol." "
Then you're talking nonsense!"
As he spoke, I felt the mayor's eyes constantly fixed on my breasts, which were causing a commotion as we walked. The mayor stumbled and stepped on my foot. "
Sorry, I told you I haven't danced in a long time, I really can't keep up with your pace!"
"Oh, oh, the mayor wouldn't be thinking about his other woman, would he? You look like you have lipstick on your face!"
Nonsense! Tonight, you're enough. Just being close to your chest is enough; just smelling your fragrance is enough.
The man before me was majestic and dashing, his words heartbreaking. At that moment, I truly wanted to lean on the mayor's shoulder, slowly tilting my body towards him, letting his tall frame embrace me, soothing my lonely heart in this romantic spring night, letting his strong hands caress my smooth skin.
Slowly, with the melodious dance music, I seemed to feel the mayor's hands gently stroking my back. It felt so comfortable and warm. My husband hadn't done this to me in years. Perhaps influenced by my emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.
"You smell so good," the mayor murmured softly in my ear. "You too."
At that moment, I felt the mayor's hand gently supporting the upper part of my buttocks and pushing inwards forcefully. Because I was wearing a thin skirt, I could clearly feel his erection pressing against my genitals.
"No! Mayor, don't do this!" I said weakly. "After tonight, everything will be as usual. I mean no harm—" Actually
, I didn't want to push the mayor away. Who wouldn't want to climb onto the mayor's coattails? I was just acting out of feminine shyness. With the mayor's movements, my entire body was pressed against him. The mayor's hands on my back moved more and more widely. Soon, his entire back had been caressed, and he hadn't even spared my buttocks.
When his hands were on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually slipped one hand into the crevice of my buttocks, rubbing it back and forth.
"No, don't do this, Mayor, others will see," the mayor ignored me, continuing his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully.
At that moment, I felt numb, as if I had suddenly become desensitized. I tried to push the mayor away, but it was only a symbolic gesture. I let the mayor's tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I involuntarily responded, sucking on his tongue. It was much softer than my husband's.
Under the influence of alcohol, I felt myself getting wet down there, and my whole body was in a state of indescribable excitement.
Gradually, I could feel the mayor's hand touching my breast. Because I was wearing a shirt issued by my department, and several buttons at the collar were not fastened properly, the mayor gently reached in and squeezed and kneaded my breast.
Under the mayor's kneading, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away with great force, saying that I felt stuffy and wanted to go out for some fresh air.
The mayor very considerately agreed to my request, and we went back to the sofa in the hotel lounge together.
After sitting on the sofa, I was confused and afraid that the mayors would notice something. I sat down, feeling very uncomfortable down there, which was wet from what the mayor had done. So I checked my phone and saw that my husband had called several times already.
I thought about calling him back, but just as I was about to, the mayor said, "It's getting late, and there's a lot of work to do in the city tomorrow morning. Let's call it a day. I'll take you home." Seeing the mayor say this, I got up, went to our bureau chief, said goodbye, and we left.
On the way home, I didn't say a word; my face felt burning red.
Then, while driving, the mayor placed one hand on my thigh. I tried to pull away, but he still firmly grasped it. He intentionally touched my genitals.
"Don't do this, Mayor!" I protested. Passing by the park near the martyrs' cemetery, the car turned in. "Mayor, what are you doing?" The mayor ignored me.
In a very quiet place, he stopped the car. He slowly said to me, "I want to kiss you again. I've missed you for so long." Without
even asking my consent, the mayor suddenly hugged me. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all. So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Soon, all the buttons on my shirt were undone, and he kept kissing my exposed breasts, biting and sucking my nipples.
Under the mayor's kisses, my body aroused again. Unconsciously, I hugged his head and started touching it.
Then, the mayor moved one of my hands down to his crotch and unzipped his pants. I tried to pull my hand back, but couldn't. Instead, I grabbed his already erect penis and started stroking it involuntarily. His penis seemed thicker and longer than my husband's. I even compared the mayor's penis to my husband's. After
touching the mayor's penis, I felt like my body was on fire, and I kissed the mayor. The mayor's hands weren't idle either; he lifted my skirt, pulled my shorts aside, and inserted himself.
Unlike my husband, who just thrust back and forth, the mayor rubbed it left and right, up and down. In his hands, I quickly reached orgasm.
Then, the mayor told me to go to the back; I knew what he meant. Although he was the mayor, I wasn't willing to lose my virginity so easily, and I disagreed. I said, "Mayor, let's stop here for today. We're both married, this is going too far."
The mayor didn't force me, he just asked me to help him get it out. He pressed my head down. I didn't really want to kiss his penis; after it was exposed, the car was filled with the smell of his penis. I wanted to go home early, in case my husband found out, it would be a problem.
But under the mayor's repeated requests, I couldn't refuse in order to hold onto this backer, so I had to take his penis into my mouth. At first, the mayor thrust, almost reaching deep into my throat, and so I continued to suck and masturbate him. One of his hands was still inside me, and the other was caressing my breasts.
Just then, my phone went off again. Ignoring the mayor's objections, I answered the phone and heard it was my husband calling from Shenzhen. He asked why I wasn't home so late, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to come home tonight. I said I had something to do at the bureau and was working overtime, and I'd be home soon. Overtime is common in our department, and my husband just said he'd call me when he got home because he was worried. Even while I was on the phone with my husband, the mayor didn't stop assaulting me; instead, he touched my genitals even more forcefully, making me extremely uncomfortable. I tried hard to control my emotions so my husband wouldn't overhear.
After hanging up, I can't explain why, maybe it was the guilt I felt from my husband's call, but I wanted to end our affair quickly and get rid of the mayor's entanglement. So I immediately pounced on the mayor and kissed him forcefully, our tongues intertwining, sucking and licking each other's saliva. At the same time, I grabbed his penis and started stroking it vigorously. After a few strokes, I felt something warm in my hand; his penis was throbbing in my hand.
I knew the mayor had ejaculated, and a lot of it; his semen was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.
We hugged like that for a while before letting go.
"I have to go back," I said to the mayor.
Following my directions, the mayor reversed and drove towards my house.
When we arrived at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights due to construction. The mayor offered to take me to the elevator. It was late, and I was a little scared, as all the security guards were outside. So I agreed.
As I got out of the car, I noticed the mayor's trousers were open and reminded him to button them up. He said it was fine, and no one could see me at night except me. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored him and walked ahead.
When we got to the building, I saw two elevators on the first floor and told the mayor I could go. He looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he said, "I'll see you get in the elevator."
I didn't stand on ceremony and got in, waving to him before entering.
When I reached my floor and was about to open my apartment door, someone suddenly hugged me, startling me. I didn't know what to do. I turned around and saw it was the mayor! He had followed me in the other elevator. I was about to say something about how brave he was, not afraid of being seen. He covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand, opening my door. As soon as he closed the door, the mayor hugged me tightly, and we kissed passionately again.
I cried out, "No! I don't want this to happen in my own home with the mayor. That's so unfair to my husband!"
But in the darkness, the mayor gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but my underwear. I struggled free and managed to turn on the light, only to find myself completely exposed before him, utterly disoriented and unsure what to do to cover myself.
Under the mayor's burning gaze, I knew what he was going to do next. But I couldn't refuse him anymore. Just like that, the mayor carried me to the sofa, and he quickly undressed himself. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.
I felt the mayor sitting on the sofa, with me sandwiched between his bodies, my genitals completely exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My whole body was burning, and I could feel something constantly gushing out from below. In waves.
Suddenly, the mayor kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for five years, and he has never kissed me there before. I could feel the mayor's hardness pressing against my buttocks. He spread my thighs, kissed me, and sucked hard. His sucking made me feel even weaker, as if the mayor had hollowed out my entire body. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something—a feeling I had never experienced before, utterly wonderful.
It took a long time for me to recover from the experience, when the mayor's attention returned to my breasts. I felt completely drained. He said, "Give me another kiss here, okay?"
At this point, I had completely lost the courage to refuse, and obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and kissed his erect penis. "Ugh, it stinks!" I spat out a mouthful of the mayor's overflowing semen and said to him. The mayor very considerately said to me, "Shall we go wash up before we play?" Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded. Then I told the mayor to sit down for a while, and I went to wash up first. But as soon as I finished running the water, he came in and gently hugged me from behind, saying, "I'll help you wash."
I didn't know I would be so obedient to him at that moment, standing very obediently in the bathtub, letting him pour the bath soap on my body. He washed me very gently, especially when washing my breasts, which made a lot of secretions appear down there. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He wet his hands with shower gel and gently rubbed my genitals, saying as he washed, "You're such a beauty, your vulva is so prominent, and the pubic hair looks so meticulously groomed. Your breasts are much fuller than I imagined, I can still feel their firmness, you've never had children, and your genitals are so tender and pink—"
I was deeply moved by the mayor's praise during his touch. After the mayor finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too."
So, I carefully washed him from head to toe. The mayor said that no one had ever washed him since he was old enough to understand. Neither had his wife. He said he was very excited, and even though we were in the bathroom, I could still see that the mayor's eyes were a little moist.
While I was washing his penis, it became restless again and soon became hard. Only then did I have time to carefully examine the mayor's member. Although we were both men, they looked completely different. His glans was large, and his shaft was thick. The mayor said that he had been circumcised before. I couldn't help but rinse myself with water, then gently bit the mayor's glans and rubbed it. While biting his glans, I could feel the mayor's semen seeping out; although it tasted strange, I swallowed it anyway. I sucked on his penis and stroked it with my hand.
"The phone's ringing," the mayor reminded me. I didn't hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So, I quickly put it down and answered the phone without even drying myself.
Sure enough, it was my husband calling; because I was wet, I had to stand to answer. After a while, I saw the mayor come over with a towel and gently dry me. My husband was probably drunk; he kept talking on the phone, and I couldn't put it down, because I usually listen to him very patiently.
After the mayor finished drying me, he gently lifted me up from the phone. The mayor sat on the sofa, and I sat on his lap listening to my husband's call. We were both naked, and I could feel the mayor's penis getting hard beneath me.
At first, the mayor was quite patient, stroking me from behind. But then, he lifted my hand and started kissing my breasts. My voice trembled as he sucked on them, making my voice sound hoarse when I spoke to my husband. My husband asked me what was wrong on the phone, and I said nothing, just that some mosquitoes were biting me.
But before I could finish speaking, the mayor gently bit my nipple. It was really a situation that left me both amused and exasperated. I had to answer my husband's call while also dealing with the mayor's increasingly harassing behavior. Later, he simply put his hand inside me. I glared at him several times, but it was no use, so I had no choice but to let him do as he
pleased. The mayor made me lean forward onto the sofa, raising my buttocks high. I didn't know what he wanted to do; I thought he just wanted to look at my private parts again. But unexpectedly, the mayor suddenly thrust his penis into my vagina. This made me cry out "Ouch!" on the phone. My husband asked me what was wrong, and I turned around and pushed the mayor away, then told my husband that another big mosquito had bitten me and left a huge welt.
My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing.
Just then, the mayor started thrusting behind me, and I was too exhausted to answer my husband's call. I just quickly told him, "I can't take it anymore, I'll call you back later," and hung up.
I lay on the sofa, trying to turn around several times, but the mayor forcefully blocked me. With his vigorous thrusting, I experienced another orgasm.
The mayor's penis was clearly deeper than my husband's; my husband needed me to sit on top of him to reach that position, but the mayor easily penetrated me deeply. Moreover, while he was doing it, he occasionally swayed from side to side, making my entire body feel incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, the mayor stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside.
I said it was up to him, even though I really wanted him to. But the mayor asking me that made me feel good. After a few more thrusts, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew the mayor had ejaculated all inside me. Then, he held me and stood behind me, motionless.
After a while, I told the mayor he couldn't interrupt my call, otherwise my husband would be in big trouble. The mayor didn't say anything. He carried me back to the bathroom.
When I came out again, I was completely exhausted, my legs weak. Then I remembered my husband was waiting for my call, so I lay down in the bedroom and called him.
My husband didn't notice anything unusual, just told me to rest early and hung up.
While I was on the phone, I thought the mayor was getting dressed to go home. But to my surprise, the mayor walked in naked.
"This is your wedding photo," the mayor said, pointing to the photo on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."
The mayor then lay down beside me and slowly stroked me. Looking at the mayor's now limp penis, I couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I played with his penis and said, "Can it get hard again?"
"If you want it, it can get hard again," I said. "I don't believe it." "I want more," I joked to the mayor. The mayor smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and said, "You really want more?"
I nodded with a grin. Looking up, I saw my wedding photo with my husband, and a fleeting unease crossed my heart.
However, with the mayor's kisses, I quickly forgot about it. Then, I noticed that the mayor's penis, after the second round of intercourse, wasn't very hard anymore; it was soft to the touch.
At that moment, the mayor whispered in my ear, "Judging by how horny you are, your husband's penis must be small." I didn't really want to answer the mayor's question; I didn't want to think about my husband. But I couldn't resist the mayor's persistent questioning, so I told him the truth: "Not as thick and long as yours, but he loves me very much!"
"How does your husband usually make love with you?" I hesitated for a long time before finally telling the mayor, "Since we got married, I haven't felt this excited for a long time. My husband is busy with work, and when he needs it, he often lies on top of me, but after penetration, I rarely orgasm—"
As I spoke, I noticed the mayor's penis gradually hardening in my hand. I found it strange; the mayor was amazing. To thank him for the excitement he had given me that night, I crawled back to his penis and kissed it. His penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and soon he rolled over, spreading my legs to try and penetrate me again.
I said, "I can't take it anymore. It seems like you've already made it red and swollen down there. If you do it again, I won't be able to explain it to my husband when he comes home tomorrow."
The mayor, with his erect penis, straddled me. "Then you'll make it come with your mouth—"
I saw the usually dignified mayor, now with his ugly penis thrust in front of me, his impatience quite laughable.
I began to suck hard. I knew the mayor had ejaculated twice already, and it would take a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband once told me that to tire a mature man before he ejaculates, you should lick the tip of his penis where he ejaculates, and ideally, constantly stimulate the inside with your hand. That's how I often stimulate my husband when I can't sleep at night.
After I did the same to the mayor, I could feel him struggling with the stimulation. He tossed and turned, and when my arms started to ache, the mayor forcefully pressed my head down, preventing me from lifting it. I had no choice but to suck on his penis, "thump, thump, thump—" Although it wasn't much, it reached another climax under my kisses.
I took it all in. It tasted awful.
Finally, the mayor tormented me all night, touching and licking me. It was already past midnight when he left. At the door, he held me and kissed me for a long time. As he went downstairs, I told him that I hoped this was the first and the last time.
But looking at the look in the mayor's eyes as he left, I knew it was impossible, even though I still loved my husband very much.
A few days later, the mayor called me on his cell phone, and that's how I became the mayor's mistress.
Soon after, I became a department head.
Later, everyone said I was the mayor's mistress, and my husband wanted a divorce, but under the mayor's personal "comfort" and with some generous benefits, he slowly compromised.
But my good fortune didn't last long. The mayor was finally exposed for cheating on someone else's wife again and was placed under investigation.
Before the mayor went to jail, the disciplinary and supervisory departments interrogated me thoroughly, even going back eight generations.
Fortunately, the mayors didn't find anything out, and I remained a section chief.
My surname is Lan, I'm twenty-six years old, married, and childless. As for my figure, well, men are always lusting after me, and as for my looks, well, everyone loves me, and cars always give me a ride.
Because I'm the deputy section chief of the bureau's secretariat, everyone especially likes to call me Section Chief Lan.
Maybe you'll think I'm a lousy virgin at first, but it doesn't matter, because my job is lousy, to put it bluntly, it's a "triple loss."
Don't misunderstand, actually, I'm a deputy section chief in charge of logistics and reception. My daily work involves accompanying guests and leaders to meals, drinks, and sightseeing. Sometimes, when guests get drunk, I even accompany them to the hotel and have the waiters take care of them in bed. But honestly, I can tolerate their teasing to some extent, but I will never sleep with these people. I think they are all shameless. Can you call me bad? I'm not bad at all, I'm quite upright.
I'm a person who speaks without restraint, and sometimes I inevitably offend some people. Some people talk badly about me behind my back, saying that I got my position as section chief by sleeping with the leaders. There are many other nasty things said, I could go on and on.
Anyway, not many people in the unit have a good impression of me, including the bureau chief.
During one year-end evaluation, damn it, they actually gave me a "basically competent" grade, which made me go to the Party School for a month of training. I almost lost my position as a "rotten section chief," and was almost demoted to a "rotten department head."
The main reason for this wasn't that I took advantage of the reception to make money, but that I had an improper conduct.
These days, you know, the good wine on the dinner table doesn't have the fingerprints of the mayor's mother or the bureau chief, and those bowls of fish bones and bird's nest are all eaten by these turtles and tortoises, right? Because of that, they wouldn't dare to do anything to me.
My superiors' impression of me improved after I danced with our city's notoriously womanizing Mayor She. From then on, people looked at me with disdain; even Deputy Director Luo, who usually tried to take advantage of me, didn't dare to make any moves.
I remember it was a spring night, and I was a dazzling star in that night. On that spring night, I enjoyed a special kind of romance.
The city was holding a celebration party at a hotel to commemorate the successful hosting of an expo. Our bureau was the organizer of the expo, handling the party. With over 300 people, I once again witnessed those faces under the neon lights—people who are human by day and ghosts by night.
That night, my husband happened to be away on a business trip, so I only drank a few glasses of red wine at the banquet. But my mind was still quite clear. After dancing with the three directors, I pretended to be drunk and sat on the sofa for a while, to avoid dancing with these bastards. Dancing with these people who only know how to step on people's feet would indeed be beneath my dignity.
Perhaps it was the noise, but I couldn't close my eyes, so I munched on snacks, chatted with people, and occasionally danced with a few handsome guys.
Just as things were about to end, the deputy mayor, She, who was in charge of our bureau, arrived.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with our bureau chief, Deputy Mayor She gave an important speech, toasted everyone, and then prepared to leave.
The bureau chief said, "Mayor, come dance with our bureau's most beautiful lady before you go!" The mayor
replied, "It's been a long time since I danced; my steps might be a bit rusty." The
bureau chief said, "How could that be? The mayor's work is the best dance step; it's definitely the most beautiful!"
After saying that, the bureau chief walked towards me… "Xiao Lan, come, come dance with Mayor She!"
Pshaw, I have to take the initiative to dance? What a waste of being mayor! I said I was drunk and dizzy, but I'd pretend to be a lady.
A little while later, the mayor came to invite me to dance. The mayor
was quite the gentleman; he simply made a gesture of invitation, and I stood up. "
Good evening, Mayor!"
"Alright, you must be that 'dance queen' Xiao Lan that your bureau chief always talks about? Yes,
Xiao Lan, but not the dance queen!
You're something else. I was worried you wouldn't accept my invitation!
How could I dare to act so arrogantly in front of the mayor? You've been dancing with so many young and beautiful ladies all day, I bet you're numb by now.
Nonsense, I can tell you're a gangster from the streets just by looking at you like that."
The mayor asked, "Xiao Lan, can you give me your phone number?
" Under the mayor's teasing gaze, I gave it to him. "Mayor, remember this: eight digits, shady, shady, haha!
What kind of phone number is that?"
Perhaps the mayor and I danced too beautifully, because after a slow waltz, the whole hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.
This applause wasn't for me, it was for our mayor.
Next, the lights dimmed, and everyone gradually came down to the stage to dance a slow dance. I danced with the mayor to a fast tune.
At that moment, the mayor asked if I wanted to dance another slow dance. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't hesitate at all and followed the mayor's hand to the dance floor. I started dancing with the mayor to the slow music again... The dance floor was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. I only managed to avoid bumping into anyone else because the mayor was holding my hand. When the mayor was holding my hand, he would often intentionally or unintentionally tug at my body, so the two of us would often bump into each other in the darkness.
As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I noticed many people were dancing together, embracing each other. Since it was a slow waltz, everyone on the dance floor seemed very close. The mayor only occasionally pulled me aside to prevent me from bumping into others. But I hadn't danced in a long time, and I often missed the steps. I softly told the mayor, "This isn't suitable for me anymore. Let's go back and have some drinks."
"It's alright," the mayor said. "It's rare for you to be in such a relaxed mood, and besides, your husband isn't home. Have some fun."
As he finished speaking, I clearly felt his hand on my waist pull me closer to him. Still slightly drunk, I thought, "Yeah, it's just dancing, what's wrong with that?"
So, I generously put my other hand on the mayor's shoulder. At that moment, both of the mayor's hands naturally rested on my waist, and the distance between us suddenly increased considerably. I could even smell the mayor's scent. I closed my eyes, finding it quite pleasant, and felt a warm sensation return to my body.
The mayor said, "Xiao Lan, ever since I danced with you, I've realized we're destined for each other. Look at your smile, so radiant, it seems to illuminate the entire hall; everyone is captivated by you.
" "Mayor, are you drunk?" "
I haven't drunk a drop." "
Then you're talking nonsense!"
As he spoke, I felt the mayor's eyes constantly fixed on my breasts, those two adorable toy breasts causing a commotion as we walked. The mayor stumbled and stepped on my foot. "
Sorry, I told you I haven't danced in a long time, I really can't keep up with your pace!" "
Oh, no, Mayor, you wouldn't be thinking about other women, would you? I think you have some woman's lipstick on your face!"
"Nonsense, tonight, you're enough. Just being close to your chest is enough, just smelling your fragrant scent is enough."
The man before me was majestic and dashing, and his words were even more heartbreaking for a woman. At that moment, I really wanted to lean on the mayor's shoulder, slowly tilting my body towards him, letting his tall frame embrace me, soothing my lonely heart in this romantic spring night, letting his strong hands caress my smooth skin.
Slowly, to the mellow music, I seemed to feel the mayor's hands gradually begin to gently stroke my back; it felt so comfortable and warm. My husband hadn't done this to me in so many years. Perhaps influenced by my emotions, I naturally rested my head on his broad shoulder.
"You smell so good," the mayor murmured softly in my ear. "You too," he replied.
Then, I felt the mayor's hand gently support the upper part of my buttocks and push inwards. Because I was wearing a thin skirt, I could clearly feel his erection pressing against my genitals.
"No! Mayor, please don't!" I said weakly. "After tonight, everything will be as usual. I mean no harm—"
Actually, I didn't want to push the mayor away. Who wouldn't want to climb up to the mayor's tree? I was just acting out of a woman's unique shyness. At this moment, with the mayor's movements, my whole body was pressed against him. The mayor's hands on my back moved more and more widely. Soon, his entire back was covered, even my buttocks weren't spared.
When his hands were on my buttocks, he intentionally or unintentionally tugged at the elastic band of my shorts several times, and seemingly casually slipped one hand between my buttocks, rubbing it back and forth.
"No, don't do this, Mayor, others will see," the mayor ignored me, continuing his actions, and suddenly kissed my lips forcefully.
At that moment, I felt numb, wanting to push the mayor away, but only making a symbolic gesture. I let the mayor's tongue enter my mouth, and soon, I involuntarily responded to him, sucking on his tongue. It was much softer than my husband's.
Under the influence of alcohol, I felt myself becoming wet, and my whole body was in a state of indescribable excitement.
Gradually, I could feel the mayor's hand touching my breast. Because I was wearing a shirt issued by my department, and several buttons at the collar were undone, the mayor gently slipped his hand inside and squeezed and kneaded my breast.
I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away with great force, saying I felt stuffy and wanted to get some fresh air.
The mayor very considerately agreed, and we went back to the sofa in the hotel lounge together.
Sitting on the sofa, I was confused and afraid the mayors would notice something. I felt very uncomfortable, as my lower body was wet from the mayor's actions. I checked my phone and saw that my husband had called several times.
I wanted to call him back, but just as I was about to, the mayor said, "It's getting late. There's a lot of work to do in the city tomorrow morning. Let's call it a day. I'll take you home." Seeing the mayor's words, I got up, went to our bureau chief, said goodbye, and we left.
On the way home, I didn't say a word, my face burning red.
Then, while driving, the mayor placed one hand on my thigh. I tried to pull away, but he firmly grasped it and intentionally touched my genitals.
"Don't do this, Mayor!" I protested. Passing the park near the martyrs' cemetery, the car turned in. "Mayor, what are you doing?" The mayor ignored me.
In a very quiet place, he stopped the car. He slowly said to me, "I want to kiss you again. I've missed you for so long."
Without asking my consent, he suddenly hugged me. I tried to resist but had no strength. So I numbly let him do whatever he wanted to me. Soon, all the buttons on my shirt were undone, and he kept kissing my exposed breasts. He even bit and sucked on my nipples.
Under the mayor's kisses, the sensations in my body were aroused again. Without realizing it, I hugged his head and started touching it.
At that moment, the mayor moved one of my hands to his crotch and unzipped his pants. I tried to pull my hand back, but couldn't. Instead, I instinctively grabbed his already erect penis and started stroking it. His penis seemed thicker and longer than my husband's. My mind even compared the mayor's penis to my husband's.
After touching the mayor's penis, I felt like my body was on fire, and I kissed him. The mayor's hands weren't idle either; he lifted my skirt, pulled my shorts aside, and inserted himself.
Unlike my husband, who just thrust back and forth, the mayor rubbed it left and right, up and down. In his hands, I quickly reached orgasm.
Then, the mayor told me to go to his back. I knew what he meant. Although he was the mayor, I wasn't willing to lose my virginity so easily, and I disagreed. I said, "Mayor, let's stop here for today. We're both married. You've gone too far."
The mayor didn't force me; he just asked me to help him finish. He pressed my head down. I didn't really want to kiss his penis; once it was exposed, the car was filled with the smell of the mayor's penis. I was thinking of going home early, in case my husband found out; it would be a disaster.
But after the mayor's repeated requests, and to hold onto this protector, I couldn't refuse, so I had to take his penis into my mouth. At first, when the mayor thrust, it almost reached deep into my throat, and so I continued to suck and stroke his penis. One of his hands was still inside me, and the other was caressing my breasts.
Just then, my phone rang again. Ignoring the mayor's attempts to stop me, I answered. It was my husband calling from Shenzhen. He asked why I wasn't home so late, as he knew I wouldn't be back tonight. I told him I was working overtime at the bureau and would be home soon. Overtime is common at our bureau, and my husband just said he'd call me when he got home because he was worried. Even while I was on the phone with my husband, the mayor didn't stop assaulting me; instead, he touched my genitals even more forcefully, making me extremely uncomfortable. I tried my best to control my emotions so my husband wouldn't overhear me.
After hanging up, I don't know why, maybe it was the guilt I felt from my husband's call, but I wanted to end our affair as soon as possible and get rid of the mayor's entanglement. So I immediately pounced on the mayor and kissed him hard on the lips. Our tongues intertwined, sucking and licking each other's saliva. At the same time, I grabbed the mayor's penis with one hand and started stroking it vigorously. After a few strokes, I felt a warmth in my hand, and the mayor's penis was throbbing in my hand.
I knew the mayor had ejaculated, and a lot of it; the semen was all over his pants and my skirt and clothes.
We hugged like that for a while before letting go.
"I have to go back," I said to the mayor.
Following my directions, the mayor reversed and drove towards my house.
When we arrived at my apartment complex, there were no streetlights due to construction. The mayor offered to take me to the elevator. It was late, and I was a little scared, as all the security guards were outside. So I agreed to his request.
When I got out of the car, I noticed the mayor's trousers were open and reminded him to button them up. The mayor said it was okay, that no one could see him except me at night. Because I was in a hurry to get home to answer my husband's call, I ignored the mayor and walked ahead.
When we got downstairs, I saw two elevators on the first floor and told the mayor I could go. The mayor looked at me but didn't respond. Then I said, "I saw you get in the elevator,"
and without further ado, I got in, waved to him, and went inside.
When I got to my floor and was about to open my apartment door, someone suddenly grabbed me, startling me. I didn't know what to do. I turned around and saw it was the mayor! He had followed me in another elevator. I was about to say something about how bold he was, not afraid of being seen, when he covered my mouth and took the keys from my hand, opening my door. As soon as the door closed, the mayor hugged me tightly, and we kissed passionately again.
I cried out, "No! I don't want this to happen in my own home with the mayor. That's so unfair to my husband!"
But in the darkness, the mayor gradually stripped me naked, leaving me with nothing but underwear. I struggled to break free and turned on the light, only to find myself completely exposed to the mayor. Suddenly, I didn't know what to use to cover myself.
Under the mayor's burning gaze, I knew what he was going to do next. But I couldn't refuse him anymore. And so, the mayor carried me to the sofa, and he quickly undressed himself. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look.
I felt the mayor sitting on the sofa, with me sandwiched between his bodies, my genitals completely exposed to his view. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My whole body was burning, and I could feel something constantly gushing out from below. In waves.
Suddenly, the mayor kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for five years, and he has never kissed me there before. I could feel the mayor's hardness pressing against my buttocks. He spread my thighs, kissed me, and sucked hard. With his sucking, I felt increasingly weak, as if the mayor had hollowed out my entire body. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something, a feeling I had never experienced before, simply exquisite.
After a long while, when the mayor's attention returned to my breasts, I finally came to my senses. I felt completely drained. He said, "Give me another kiss, okay?"
At that moment, I completely lost the courage to refuse. I obediently climbed off him, knelt on the floor, and kissed his erect penis. "Ugh, it stinks!" I spat out the mayor's overflowing semen and said to him. The mayor very considerately said to me, "Shall we go wash up before we play?" Before he finished speaking, I obediently nodded. Then I told the mayor to sit down for a while, and I went to wash up first. But as soon as I finished running the water, he came in and gently hugged me from behind, saying, "I'll help you wash."
I didn't know I would be so obedient to him at that moment. I stood obediently in the bathtub, letting him pour the bath soap over my body. He washed me very gently, especially when washing my breasts, which made my lower body produce a lot of secretions. While he was washing my genitals, he gently asked me to open my thighs, which I did. He wet his hands with shower gel and gently rubbed my genitals, saying as he washed, "You're such a beauty, your vulva is so prominent, and the pubic hair looks so meticulously groomed. Your breasts are much fuller than I imagined, I can still feel their firmness, you've never had children, and your genitals are so tender and pink—"
I was deeply moved by the mayor's praise during his touch. After the mayor finished washing me, I said, "Let me wash you too."
So, I carefully washed him from head to toe. The mayor said that no one had ever washed him since he was old enough to understand. Neither had his wife. He said he was very excited, and even though we were in the bathroom, I could still see that the mayor's eyes were a little moist.
While I was washing his penis, it became restless again and soon became hard. Only then did I have time to carefully examine the mayor's member. Although we were both men, they looked completely different. His glans was large, and his shaft was thick. The mayor said that he had been circumcised before. I couldn't help but rinse myself with water, then gently bit the mayor's glans and rubbed it. While biting his glans, I could feel the mayor's semen seeping out; although it tasted strange, I swallowed it anyway. I sucked on his penis and stroked it with my hand.
"The phone's ringing," the mayor reminded me. I didn't hear it. I knew it was my husband calling. So, I quickly put it down and answered the phone without even drying myself.
Sure enough, it was my husband calling; because I was wet, I had to stand to answer. After a while, I saw the mayor come over with a towel and gently dry me. My husband was probably drunk; he kept talking on the phone, and I couldn't put it down, because I usually listen to him very patiently.
After the mayor finished drying me, he gently lifted me up from the phone. The mayor sat on the sofa, and I sat on his lap listening to my husband's call. We were both naked, and I could feel the mayor's penis getting hard beneath me.
At first, the mayor was quite patient, stroking me from behind. But then, he lifted my hand and started kissing my breasts. My voice trembled as he sucked on them, making my voice sound hoarse when I spoke to my husband. My husband asked me what was wrong on the phone, and I said nothing, just that some mosquitoes were biting me.
But before I could finish speaking, the mayor gently bit my nipple. It was really a situation that left me both amused and exasperated. I had to answer my husband's call while also dealing with the mayor's increasingly harassing behavior. Later, he simply put his hand inside me. I glared at him several times, but it was no use, so I had no choice but to let him do as he
pleased. The mayor made me lean forward onto the sofa, raising my buttocks high. I didn't know what he wanted to do; I thought he just wanted to look at my private parts again. But unexpectedly, the mayor suddenly thrust his penis into my vagina. This made me cry out "Ouch!" on the phone. My husband asked me what was wrong, and I turned around and pushed the mayor away, then told my husband that another big mosquito had bitten me and left a huge welt.
My husband thought he hadn't closed the screen window when he went out that morning and kept apologizing to me!
At that moment, the mayor behind me started twitching, and I really didn't have the energy to deal with my husband's call anymore. I just quickly told my husband, "I can't take it anymore, I'll call you back later," and then I hung up.
I lay on the sofa, trying to turn over several times, but the mayor forcefully blocked me each time. With his vigorous thrusting, I experienced another orgasm.
The mayor's penis was clearly deeper than my husband's; my husband needed me to sit on top of him to reach that position, but the mayor easily penetrated me deeply. Moreover, while he was doing it, he would occasionally sway from side to side, making my entire body feel incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, the mayor stopped thrusting from behind and asked if he could ejaculate inside.
I said it was up to him, even though I really hoped he would. But the mayor asking me that made me feel very good. After he thrust a few more times, I felt a warm sensation in my uterus; I knew the mayor had ejaculated all inside me. Then, he held me and stood behind me, motionless.
After a while, I told the mayor he couldn't penetrate me while I was on the phone, because if my husband found out, it would be a big problem. But the mayor didn't say anything. He carried me to the bathroom again.
When I came out again, I was completely weak, my legs trembling. Then I remembered my husband was waiting for my call, so I lay down in the bedroom and called him.
He didn't seem to notice anything amiss, just told me to get some rest and hung up.
While I was on the phone, I thought the mayor was getting dressed to go home. But to my surprise, he walked in naked.
"This is your wedding photo," the mayor said, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. "You were quite thin back then."
He then lay down beside me and gently stroked me. Looking at his now-soft penis, I couldn't help but think of the pictures online. So I played with his penis and asked, "Can it get hard again?"
"If you want it, it can get hard again," he said. "I don't believe it," I said. "I want more," I joked. The mayor smiled at me, climbed on top of me, and said, "You really want more?"
I nodded with a grin. Looking up, I saw my wedding photo with my husband, and a sudden unease washed over me.
However, with the mayor's kiss, I quickly forgot about it. At this moment, I noticed that the mayor's penis, after the second round of rough handling, was no longer very hard; it felt soft to the touch.
Then, the mayor whispered in my ear, "Judging by how horny you are, your husband's penis must be small." I didn't want to answer the mayor's question; I didn't want to think about my husband. But I couldn't resist the mayor's persistent questioning, so I told him the truth: "It's not as thick or long as yours, but he loves me very much!"
"How does your husband usually make love with you?" I hesitated for a long time before telling the mayor, "Since we got married, I haven't felt this excited for a long time. My husband is busy with work, and when he needs it, he often lies on top of me, but after penetration,
I rarely orgasm—" As I spoke, I felt the mayor's penis gradually hardening again in my hand. I felt so strange; the mayor was amazing. To thank the mayor for the excitement he had given me that night, I crawled to his penis and kissed it again. The mayor's penis hardened quickly in my mouth, and immediately, the mayor rolled over, spread my legs, and tried to penetrate me again.
I said, "I can't take it anymore. It seems like you've already made it all red and swollen down there. If you do it again, I won't be able to explain it to my husband when he comes home tomorrow."
The mayor, with his erect penis, straddled me. "Then you'll make it come with your mouth—"
I saw the usually dignified mayor now presenting his ugly penis to me, his impatience quite laughable.
So I started sucking hard with my mouth. I knew the mayor had already ejaculated twice, and it would take a long time for him to ejaculate again. My husband once told me that to make a mature man ejaculate after he's exhausted, you should lick the head of his penis where he ejaculates, and it's best to keep stimulating the inside with your hand. When I can't sleep at night, I often stimulate my husband like this.
After I did the same to the mayor, I could feel that he was in great discomfort under my stimulation, tossing and turning. When my hand started to get tired, the mayor forcefully pressed my head down, not letting me lift it. I had no choice but to suck on his penis and stroke it. "Thump, thump, thump—" Although it wasn't much, it reached another orgasm under my kisses.
I swallowed it all. It tasted awful.
Finally, the mayor lingered with me all night, touching and licking me. It was past midnight when he left, and at the door, he held me and kissed me for a long time. As he went downstairs, I told him I hoped this was the first and last time.
But seeing the look in the mayor's eyes as he left, I knew it was impossible, even though I still loved my husband very much.
A few days later, the mayor called me on his cell phone, and that's how I became his mistress.
Soon after, I became a department head.
Later, everyone said I was the mayor's mistress, and my husband wanted a divorce, but under the mayor's personal "comfort" and with some generous benefits, he slowly compromised.
But this didn't last long. The mayor was finally exposed for cheating on another man's wife and was placed under investigation.
Before the mayor went to jail, the disciplinary and supervisory departments interrogated me thoroughly, even going back eight generations.
Fortunately, they didn't find anything out, and I remained a department head.

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