I slept with the hotel owner

I mentioned before that I'd tell you about the hotel owner, so I'm writing about it today since I have some free time. I'm not picky, but I won't just go for anything. Since most of the construction was finished, and I was in charge of the final touches, the owner said he'd canceled the lease on my apartment and found me a hotel. I negotiated with the owner, it was 500 yuan a month, and he told me to hurry up and finish the inspection, so I went there rather leisurely. I hadn't had sex since Sister Zhou left, but going outside wasn't satisfying and wasn't safe. But when I got to the hotel, I saw the owner, almost 40, voluptuous, maybe a C-cup—basically my type. So, I got aroused again!

It was past 7 PM that day. After eating at the construction site canteen, I watched the workers playing fishing games. The canteen was a large shed; the owner had set up a TV and a fishing game machine. Many people were watching TV. I looked around to see if there were any girls I could pick up. After watching for a while, I spotted the canteen owner's cousin, a divorced woman in her thirties, playing cards on her phone. She had a big butt, and from what the workers were saying, she probably wasn't a good person. She often chatted with the young, handsome guys on the construction site, and she would even take extra food from them when they were getting their meals. I went over to chat her up, offering my opinions on the cards. She gave a slightly flirtatious smile, her lipstick and perfume were too heavy, her eyes were slightly upturned, her cheekbones were high, her lips were thin, and she had a small mole at the corner of her mouth. This woman was dangerous; she was not someone I could mess with. Disappointed, I headed back to sleep.

As soon as I entered the hotel, I didn't see the landlady. I greeted her politely outside, "Hello, I was introduced by Mr./Ms. XX." A voice came from inside, "Oh, I know, 101. Go find the door isn't locked. Come down and register." "Okay, thank you!" Passing through the narrow corridor to a small courtyard, the building resembled a tenement building. First floor? Holy crap! Only two rooms on the first floor; the rest was piled with stuff—electric scooters, bicycles, miscellaneous items… I immediately cursed the owner's ancestors in my mind. "Don't let your wife see me alone, or I'll make you a cuckold!" So, only one room on the first floor was for accommodation. No wonder it was so cheap; no one else would choose it. Still not giving up, I asked, "Can I change rooms?" "Want to change? Second floor, shared bathroom, add two hundred. Third and fourth floor, standard rooms, 110 a night." Damn it, I had to stay for now. If it didn't work out, I'd ask for a refund and find another room myself. Opening the door, not bad, there was even air conditioning! The power switch was outside the door—how awesome! The temperature warmed up quickly, thankfully. Just as I was resting for a bit, it sounded like someone was calling, "10… register…." I didn't pay much attention, and finally knocked on the door. I opened it to find the landlady, a C-cup, voluptuous woman in a fluffy nightgown, quite attractive. She was holding a small booklet for registration. I showed her my ID; she wasn't very old. "Young man, how long have you been working here?" I asked. After a few casual words, I finished registering and, as I left, said to her, "Sister, I'm sorry to have troubled you. I feel terrible that you're dressed so lightly and have caught a cold. Thank you." "No need to thank me, it's nothing."

A few days passed like this. One night, the boss suddenly called me in the middle of the night. I rushed to the construction site; the alarm had been going off all night, so I went to turn it off. "Damn it!" I fumbled my way to the door in the freezing cold. It was locked. The landlady's place was right next door. I knocked, "Sister, I need to go out for a bit. There's been an accident at the construction site. Please open the door." Then the light came on, and I heard a complaint: "You guys, can't you let people rest?" The window was right next to the door. The curtains were drawn, but there was a small gap. On a whim, I peeked inside. My God, the landlady wasn't wearing a bra! Those two mounds were so alluring they made my eyes pop out. Further down, I could see a large patch of dark skin through her thin panties. It was terrifying! What could I do? I reached into my pants and smoothed my penis up, otherwise it would be indecent to see it when the door opened. Finally, I forced a hard erection, as a sign of respect! The landlady was unlocking the door in her pajamas. Watching her round buttocks, I secretly made a few thrusting motions behind her—extremely lewd! The door opened, and I apologized and begged, "Sister, I'll be back in a bit, please leave the door open." "You! Call me when you get back, hurry up, or if you fall asleep, no one will open the door for you." More sweet talk, "Sister, I'll treat you to barbecue when I get back." She said, "What for? Hurry up, who's going to open the door for you in this cold weather?" I left, holding my breath, went into the construction site, turned off the control panel, and rushed back—it took about half an hour. As I approached the hotel, I saw a barbecue stall. I ordered some meat and vegetables, and took a bottle of beer and a small bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) with me on my way back. When I arrived at her room, she apologized and offered me the barbecue. She initially refused, but I didn't say anything, just put it down and went back to my room.

The next morning, I woke up late. When I went outside, I saw her room door was open, but she wasn't there. I peeked inside and saw that most of the barbecue was left, the vegetables were gone, and the beer and the small bottle of baijiu were gone. I felt a surge of joy; I had the answer. I knew she liked vegetables and didn't like meat, and I knew which kinds of vegetables she liked and disliked. I bumped into her as soon as I stepped outside and greeted her, "Sister, thank you for last night, I'm sorry to have troubled you." She smiled and said, "It's nothing, just call me next time." It seems that people need to respect and understand each other.

A couple more days later, the weather was getting colder, and I turned on the air conditioner at night. However, she would turn the power off and on again in the middle of the night, so I often woke up cold. One night, I woke up shivering in the middle of the night, and the air conditioner was off. Since I like to sleep naked, I quietly went to the door and turned it on, still naked. Only after lying down did I realize there were security cameras on the first floor! Damn it, who would check the cameras if nothing happened? The second night was even weirder. I forgot to turn off the light and fell asleep. I vaguely heard a knocking sound. A knocking sound? Was it a hallucination? A ghost? I turned off the light, holding an ashtray, and quietly opened the door. There was the landlady in the doorway, wearing a white fluffy nightgown and with her hair down. Was she trying to be dramatic? I almost smashed her head with the ashtray! Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me! Then she turned and left, saying to remember to turn off the light at night. I was furious! This hotel is so nosy! Did she see me lying in bed? I was sleeping naked! When I woke up in the morning and greeted her, she looked a little embarrassed. She definitely saw me! The final stages weren't going smoothly, and it was almost Chinese New Year. The hotel was nearly empty, so I was busy with setup and often got back very late. The final few days were for the inspection, and I subtly probed the landlady's intentions through casual conversation and hints. She didn't seem bothered, so I figured if everything was fine, I could move on.

The inspection failed that day, and we had to retest it two days later. That afternoon, I went back to the hotel and told the landlady I'd be back late that night and asked if she could open the door for me and I'd treat her to barbecue. She readily agreed. That night, I stayed at an internet cafe until midnight, determined to win her over. I sneaked off to a barbecue stand, chatted with the owner, and even got him a few customers. We started talking. "Hey bro, where are you staying?" I said, "XX Hotel." He said, "Oh, I know. That woman's a local. Her husband's a live-in son-in-law who owns a restaurant in the city; he rarely comes back." I probed, "Sister X, she's a nice person, pretty, and very friendly." When the owner heard me say "pretty," his eyes narrowed slightly. "Hey bro, you've got your eye on her?" the owner said mysteriously. I replied, "Brother, are you kidding? I just think she's a nice person." The owner looked slightly disappointed. "Yeah, I was just kidding." I said, "Brother, how about I introduce you?" He chuckled. "A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, but I'll snag her in no time." I said, "Of course! I'm a good guy, no problem at all!" I thought to myself, "You're such a roughneck, you actually like me?" In the end, I grilled a lot of the stuff she had eaten last time, and brought four 2-ounce bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), thinking, "This is it!" The barbecue owner was surprised. "Brother, can you finish that?" I said, "My colleague's here, the two of us easily finished it, grilling over 200 yuan worth of food, and the owner even gave me a free plate of shrimp."

I knocked on the door, and it opened. I said, "Sister, I'm treating you to barbecue!" She said, "I was just kidding, you actually bought it?" I said, "It's okay, I'm leaving in a few days, thank you for taking care of me." As I was talking, I sat down in her room and started eating barbecue. I started pouring her drinks, but she lied and said she couldn't drink much and could only drink a little. I said it was okay, she could drink as much as she wanted.

I sat opposite her at a low table, hunched over, eating and chatting. Her pajamas had a low neckline; at first, she'd only partially covered it with one hand, but I kept glancing at her. As we drank and chatted, she loosened her grip, and I kept peeking in. She noticed my gaze but didn't react—haha, interesting! I said, "Sister, your skin is so nice, so firm…" She smiled and said, "Oh, not fair." She even pulled down her neckline to check herself. We exchanged compliments, and before we knew it, we'd finished four bottles. I'm not a big drinker, but she seemed perfectly fine. I said, "Sister, you've got a good capacity! You don't even flinch." She said, "Of course, I'm a good drinker; this little isn't enough." I knew immediately she'd reached her limit. People who aren't drunk usually say they're getting drunk, while those who are close to drunk usually say they want more. I said, "How can I? I have to keep you happy today, but we're out of wine. I'll go out and buy some." She said, "No need, we still have half a bottle at home." She stood up to get it. As soon as she opened her leg, I saw her panties. I was already hard, and now I was even more aroused! She swayed slightly when she stood up, so I quickly stood up to support her. My penis was pressed against her butt. She said it was okay, and brought more alcohol. I didn't dare let her drink anymore, otherwise, if I did it, she'd report me for sex tomorrow, and that would be troublesome. I said I wouldn't drink anymore, let's just chat. Just then, she got a WeChat message and sat on the edge of the bed to read it. I sat down next to her, and she showed me a funny GIF. I pressed close to her, and she didn't resist. I casually put my arm around her lower waist. I said this picture was funny, and gently pinched her butt. She posted a few more funny pictures in the group chat, and my hand on her butt became restless, pinching her repeatedly, but not too hard. After a while, she smiled and said, "Where are your hands? Aren't you going to put them away?" I playfully said, "No, look." She said, "I meant my other hand." We stared at each other for a few seconds, then she rolled her eyes at me and put her phone down. Then I hugged her and said, "Sister, you're so pretty..." She didn't say anything. My hands started to roam over her body, and she leaned against me. I slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes and grabbed one of her breasts. She pulled it down a little and then let go. I started groping her all over, almost touching her genitals. I pulled open her clothes and started sucking on her nipple. She gasped softly and began to enjoy it. I played with her breast with one hand and slid the other down to her genitals. I could feel the warmth and wetness through her underwear. I pulled her hand inside my pants. At first, she pulled away a little, but as soon as she touched my genitals, she started pinching and stroking them. After a while, she said, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower. You go back to your room and sleep." I insisted for a bit, but she still decided to go, so she slunk away. I took a shower back in my room, but my penis was still very hard. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, wondering what had gone wrong. Just as I was about to go back, she knocked on the door. "Are you asleep?" I asked. I turned on the light, opened the door, and pulled her in. I pulled off her pajamas; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. We didn't talk. She lay on the bed and asked me to turn off the light, which I reluctantly did. Without a word, I pounced on her, spread her legs, and started licking her. She began to moan softly. After a while, she said, "Quick, touch your thing." I moved my lower body towards her, and she gave me oral sex after a few strokes. Soon after, she suddenly squeezed her legs together. I slowly licked upwards, taking her nipple into my mouth. Her moans grew louder, and I thrust in. She cried out and grabbed my buttocks. I started thrusting hard. After a while, I told her to get on top. She rolled over and got on top. The movements were incredibly pleasurable, like an AV actress's. I felt like I was about to be shaken apart. Her vagina suddenly contracted, and she cried out, collapsing onto me. After about a minute, I started penetrating her from behind. Listening to the slapping sounds and her moans, I asked if I could ejaculate inside. She said yes, and after a long, intense thrusting, I finally ejaculated inside her. Finally, we hugged each other. She said when she first touched my penis, she felt it wasn't long enough and was worried she wouldn't be satisfied. But then she said she orgasmed twice. My penis isn't very long to begin with, maybe only 11cm, but I have some skill and stamina, so it wasn't a problem! After resting for a bit, I vaguely wanted to do it again, but then I thought we'd sleep together anyway, so a quickie in the morning would be fine. Later, she was going to wash her genitals, and she said I should go back to my room afterward, otherwise someone might see us in the morning. I thought a quickie in the morning wasn't realistic, so I said, "Let's wash together," and she agreed. As everyone knows, while we were washing, I ended up penetrating her again, this time with a full-on thrusting until I ejaculated. She was satisfied with my performance that day, kissed me on the forehead, and went back to her room.

Three days later, I said I was leaving the next day, and she said, "Yeah, that's how it is." I said, "I want more tonight, is that okay?" She said, "Sure, but I want four times tonight, can you handle that?" Holy crap, was she going to drain me dry? In the afternoon, I sneaked to the family planning store and bought two packs of wet wipes and two cans of Red Bull, ready for a night of passion—I couldn't lose face as a fellow pervert! Her husband came home that evening, and oh dear, this was going to be awkward. But the unexpected happened so suddenly; her husband was no good either. He had sex with her as soon as night fell, then got up in the middle of the night saying he'd forgotten to turn off the coal stove while making bone broth at the restaurant, and wouldn't be coming home that night. So she came to my room and asked me to have sex with her again. I was a little scared at first, worried her husband might come back, and also felt a bit strange since I'd just been with her. I didn't turn off the lights at first, and secretly used the wet wipes. Then I tried to make her squirt with my fingers, but whether it was because my technique wasn't good enough or she simply didn't have any, I didn't ejaculate, but there was so much fluid! I even secretly took a few pictures. The wet wipes were amazing that night; it took at least an hour. When she ran out of fluid, I gave her oral sex until she was wet again, and it took three rounds of this before I finally ejaculated. Around 4 or 5 a.m., she was half asleep when I had sex with her again. She woke up at 7 a.m., and I asked why she hadn't opened the door. She said there were no guests last night, so she could sleep soundly. It was still dark at 7 a.m. in winter, and she said, "I knew you were a bad person. What were you doing behind me when you asked me to open the door in the middle of the night?" I was speechless… "That time you sneaked out to open the gate and you weren't wearing anything," she said, laughing. I was still speechless… "That night I asked you to turn off the lights, did you think I was a thief? My little penis was so cold it was shivering." I was still speechless… Who the hell has a voyeuristic tendency? What to do? I turned her over and fucked her to death. That day when I left, I played with her breasts again, and then left without leaving my phone number or anything else. The following summer, when I went to do maintenance, I had sex with her again, bought her a bag, and then we never spoke again.

[The End]

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