Urban Beauty Yunmei

I first saw her two years ago when I joined this mid-sized company, working on development. She was in another department, so we had virtually no interaction except for being geographically connected by being on the same floor of the same office building. She was petite, about 160 cm tall, but well-proportioned, with a fair, oval face and cherry-like lips, possessing a classic Chinese beauty. Her legs were white and shapely, her waist slender, and her breasts firm and rounded. Any man who saw her couldn't help but stare for a moment. She had been there for a while, and I heard that before she got married, many men pursued her, but none of them succeeded. In the end, she chose a stable life as a civil servant. I met her husband later; he was handsome, had a great physique, and most importantly, a very good temper (she told me this after we got to know each other better). After meeting her husband, I felt that those losers deserved their fate; even I would probably be nothing but dust by now. This company gives me a lot of room to maneuver, and the top-level managers trust me quite a bit. Of course, my performance is important, but on the other hand, I am also well-liked. Whether it is people directly or indirectly, they all respect me, which makes things go very smoothly and makes my days busy and fulfilling. The industry is rife with job-hopping, and I'm fortunate to have met the right company at the right time. I've also been very careful in managing my future. At the time, I had just experienced a setback in a relationship and, feeling disheartened, threw myself into my work. Although the office was predominantly female, most of them were married, and there were only a handful of unmarried women around my age. Of course, there were some beautiful women, but they were all very delicate, and I, being quite proud, didn't like serving these "ladies," so we didn't interact much. However, some young women in their early twenties, fresh out of school, were very kind to me. I always participated in their activities, and I treated them like younger sisters. There were many young people from central and southern Taiwan, and I was one of them. However, most of them were on-site, and my job required a lot of computer use, so I quickly became quite familiar with the office staff within a few months. I became acquainted with Yunmei because of several projects. Actually, I first contacted her boss, and our excellent communication and coordination skills quickly allowed me to integrate into their team. Over time, they started to treat me well. I know her very well. I'm usually helpful and generous, and I have a sweet tongue, so I often get a lot of benefits. For example, sometimes her boss would bring me breakfast (her boss's house is next to a beauty salon), and later I just paid a monthly fee to do it. For a while, when her boss was in postpartum confinement after having her third child, she and a few other madams took over the breakfast delivery job. Yunmei is about my age. She came here after graduating from Tamkang University, while I was recruited after wandering around this industry for a while after completing my military service. The gender factor, plus the fact that "outsiders are better at explaining things," has created a gap in our professional achievements. I'm already on par with her boss, while she's a senior manager. Our work relationship gives us many opportunities to interact, and with our similar knowledge and cultural backgrounds, we've become close friends who can talk about anything. She has some social experience and handles situations with great tact. Chatting with her is as pleasant as a gentle breeze. Perhaps it's because she's a Taipei urban woman, but her clothing has a certain style; even without designer brands, it still shows her taste. Her beauty and intelligence captivated me, and I almost forgot that she's married. Several times she took leave and didn't come, and a feeling of loss would linger all day. Even after breaking up with my girlfriend, I still had physical needs. I'm not exactly a saint, but I would never use money to solve them. This city has many brightly lit places, and of course, many lonely men and women. When I really need something, I'll go to a pub. Young women these days are very open, and they become increasingly provocative as the night goes on. Most of the women who come here aren't exactly virtuous, and given my style, I don't often get disappointed. Office workers, female students, married women, even prostitutes—I don't refuse anyone, and I book rooms with them. He'd done it in the office, in the car, and outdoors in the suburbs—always adhering to the principle of leaving no trace. The longer he knew Yunmei, the stronger his desire to possess her became. When discussing business, he often fantasized about having sex with her, and in moments of passion, he would often compare her to those promiscuous women. June 23rd this year was her 29th birthday, which happened to be the fifth day of her birthday celebration. She wore a white shirt, a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe high heels, without stockings, making her look incredibly sexy and alluring. Some of the unmarried young men and women in her department egged her on to celebrate... In desperation, she had no choice but to call her husband for help. He was very understanding and took on the responsibility of caring for the child, allowing her to play freely. That day, I was actually quite busy, working overtime on a Swedish case, so when the child came to see me, I had to apologetically refuse. Later, they sent her to arrest someone—what to do? I figured I'd just have to go back to the office later. After dinner, everyone went to karaoke. It was the first time I'd heard her sing. I thought it was better to listen to her talk; she probably knew her place, so... The aroma of rosé and soda wafted through the air, making everyone temporarily forget about their image; it was clear she had a high alcohol tolerance. Later, someone brought out a bottle of XO, and some people were too scared to drink, leaving only a few boys, her, and me to handle it. She was the birthday girl, and I was the only manager present; the constant toasts were almost unbearable. I remembered I still had work to do, and around nine o'clock, a girl had already vomited. I thought I'd take the opportunity to send her home and escape, but she chased after me. "I can't take it anymore either, take me home too!" she said, already a little unsteady. "These guys are crazy, it was so hard to get away." As soon as she sat in the front seat, she slumped against the backrest, while Yiqing in the back seat was already lying flat. "Are you going back to the company to drive?" "I'm so dizzy, just take me home." It seemed I had to get her home quickly. There was a section of road under construction, and I regretted taking this route; they both looked very unwell. We arrived at Yiqing's rented apartment. I left Yunmei in the car and helped Yiqing inside. Her roommate quickly came out to help. After settling her in, I saw that Yunmei was asleep. She wasn't sitting properly, and her skirt wasn't pulled up. I was startled when I saw her white thighs, and I could vaguely see her white bra through the buttons of her shirt. I was already hard, driving while my eyes kept roaming over her body. "Stop the car! Stop the car!" After a while, she suddenly woke up. I knew she was going to vomit. I quickly pulled over. She opened the car door and then vomited. She was clearly in a lot of pain. I got out of the car with some tissues and wiped her mouth and collar on the other side, then helped her sit up. "I'll recline the seat back, you can lie down for a while." She nodded. We still had about twenty minutes to go before we arrived at her place. The seat back suddenly reclined, and her legs naturally stretched forward. I had never looked closely at the inside of her thighs before, and this excited me immensely. As we drove, a motel sign came into view. (Note: Except for Yunmei, all other names in the above text are fictitious. Yunmei's birthday is also not real, and I cannot write down the place names. Please forgive me.) (Middle) My reason was in a tug-of-war with my lust. The motel was over. Finally, the alcohol overcame everything, and my moral sense vanished for a moment. I turned around and drove straight in, paid the bill, and backed into the garage. I opened the door and helped her out: "Yunmei, rest for a bit." "Where is this?" I didn't answer, my right hand around her waist and my left hand on her left shoulder. As soon as we entered, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard. "What are you doing! Oh... no!" She struggled constantly, and I believed she was sober. "What else can a man and a woman do in a motel?" I said lewdly in her ear. I threw her onto the bed. She struggled to get off, but I grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart. In an instant, her legs were pressed against the outside of my thighs. The skin felt cold and delicate. Her hands were struggling to support her. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and reached my right hand inside her purple skirt to pull down her panties. Instinctively, she tried to stop her right leg with her left hand and pulled forward. I relaxed her waist, letting her move forward with the momentum. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She tried to pull away with her left leg, but this caused her last line of defense to collapse. The black lace material contrasted sharply with her white right calf. I wasn't in a hurry to control her. Watching her stagger away gave me a sense of pleasure. Her alcohol levels didn't allow her to make any big movements. I wanted to ravage her, to discipline her, and let her experience the pleasure of being raped for the first time. She slowly crawled to a small round table. At this moment, I took off my shirt and pounced on her from behind like a cheetah, grabbing her waist and flipping her petite body over like a toy onto the round table. I spread her legs apart and leaned over to take her down. Her hands desperately pushed against my chest, her breath coming in gasps, which excited me greatly. I unbuttoned her white shirt with little resistance; her breasts, accentuated by her bra, looked full and round, and I slowly savored the feel through the bra. Her ponytail, which had been tied up, was now completely disheveled. Finally, I felt her vulva was soaking wet. I unzipped my trousers and underwear, and inserted the head of my penis into her clitoris. At this point, she stopped struggling; tears streamed down her face as she begged me to stop. Looking into her eyes, I slowly withdrew my penis slightly, paused for two seconds, closed my eyes, then tightened my grip and thrust my hips forward, pushing her vulva to its deepest point. She trembled from the sudden stimulation. "Ah...ah...no...ah..." My continuous, fierce thrusts made her moan incessantly. Her legs...She swayed back and forth, her left foot bare, her right high heel still on, and her panties still hanging on her white right calf. "Yunmei, we've come this far, what's there to hold back?" After a while, I stopped at the deepest point and gazed at her. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white, round breasts. Her areolas weren't large, but they were dark, indicating her husband hadn't wasted his time. Meanwhile, she squeezed her legs even tighter. "Good! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold." I couldn't help but admire her ability to control herself, truly a mature urban woman, and continued thrusting forcefully. Then I flipped her over like a toy, making her knees on the table, and removed her white shirt and bra, leaving her only in a purple skirt. I lifted her left leg from behind, pulling it over my left leg that was already pressed against the table, and my hard weapon once again entered and exited her territory. She was a little unsteady, but naturally adjusted herself with her waist. That small movement told me tonight I'd met my match. It was damp and warm inside; she wasn't a young girl anymore, but her contractions made up for it. I hadn't been this wild in a long time. After a while of thrusting, I carried her to the bed. She seemed skilled and experienced in all positions—core, doggy style, lotus position, etc.—and I was surprised by her performance. She twisted her waist, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly. Her sweat dripped onto my chest like rain. Her wantonness was completely different from her usual gentle and demure image; I was probably the first person in the whole company to notice. I wanted to get up, but she pressed her hands against my chest. Stimulated by this, I moved my hands from her breasts to her waist, and thrust upwards again with force. "Oh...oh...oh..." She simply hooked her hands behind her back, tilted her face back, and closed her eyes to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped her over, lifted her right leg and straddled my shoulder, launching my final, most intense, and deepest attack. "Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ahhh..." She became alert. "Oh...open your mouth...ohhh..." "Ah...no...ah...no..." "Faster...I'm about to ejaculate...faster..." I gradually sped up, almost out of control. Helplessly, she opened her small mouth. In a flash, I pulled out, grabbed her with my right hand, and inserted it into her mouth. A stream of hot, milky white liquid gushed out, filling her entire mouth. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." She couldn't speak with my penis in her mouth, thick white liquid dripping from the corner of her lips. Then I ejaculated four or five more times inside her before pulling out. She tried to spit it out, but I forced the semen from the corner of her mouth back into her mouth to nourish her, until I was sure she had swallowed it all, then I collapsed on top of her, panting. The sheets beneath her were soaked, which surprised me; even my girlfriend hadn't reacted this strongly. Her purple miniskirt was also stained with a lot of discharge, a testament to the passion that had unfolded from beginning to end. After a while, she pushed me away and got up; I figured she was sober enough. I tried to pull her back, but she shook me off. "Even my husband wouldn't dare ask me to swallow," she glared at me fiercely. "I'm your lover!" I said with a laugh, but immediately regretted it; I shouldn't have been so shameless. "Hmph!" She ignored me, stood up, took off her skirt, and turned to go into the bathroom. I gathered up the clothes scattered around me, then went into the bathroom to shower. She was lathering herself with soap, unconcerned about my intrusion; at this point, there was no need for restraint. Her back was to me, her hair was styled in a bun, revealing her white nape. Only then did I truly see how beautiful her alluring, shapely body was. After urinating, I slowly approached her, a surge of urge to possess her completely. Suddenly, I grabbed her from behind, cupping each breast in one hand and kneading them forcefully. "Oh! No!" she cried, trembling, her hands reaching out to escape. I grabbed her hands, turning her around, and lowered my head to press my lips to hers, my tongue forcefully forcing its way in for a passionate kiss. At first, she instinctively resisted, but soon surrendered, her arms wrapped around my neck, our tongues intertwined. I pinned her against the wall, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, our mouths never parting. I knew from this moment on, she had not only betrayed me physically, but also sexually. In the bathroom, we soaped and rinsed each other, kissing every inch of each other's bodies. Then she used her tongue and oral skills to make my penis erect again and again, until we finally had another round in front of the mirror. She was truly a first-rate expert. After the passion subsided, we tidied ourselves up. Watching her apply makeup at the vanity, I couldn't help but admire her composure, and I felt a pang of regret for violating her. Finally, I picked up my car keys and glanced at her. Our eyes met, and she blushed. She got up, went out, and got into her car. We didn't speak to each other the rest of the way... (The End) After that passionate night, it was as if an ice wall had been built between Yunmei and me. She often deliberately avoided me, and unintentional eye contact often led to awkward silences. Actually, I always felt guilty towards her and regretted ruining this beautiful feeling with a moment of impulse. Although I'm not a gentleman, I'm certainly not a scoundrel. I wouldn't bother her, much less break up her family. Gradually, I let the engineers below take over the communication with her department, but those junior colleagues and I remained friends. A little over a month later, on a Sunday, I went to the document management center to look for information. This room had partitions. The outer partition contained general documents such as ISO files, technical books, journals, etc., while the inner partition contained more important business files, research and development results, etc. Generally, the supervisors had keys to the outer door, while the general manager's assistant, the quality assurance center assistant manager, and I (from the development department) could freely enter and exit the partitions. As soon as I entered, a figure in a pale yellow outfit startled me. "You...you're here?" I was so nervous I could barely speak. "Yeah..." She flinched but didn't turn around. I think she was startled too. "What documents are you looking for?" I didn't know what to say. "Instrument School." Oh! I remembered that ISO's annual audit was in a week. "You still have a week to catch up on the documents!" "I took four days off to go to Guam." No wonder she was working overtime. I knew without a doubt who she was going with. Looking at her in a sleeveless jumpsuit, her long hair flowing, her bare feet sometimes raised, sometimes flat, she looked incredibly sexy. Suddenly, I was consumed by jealousy, and the desire I had suppressed for over a month erupted again. I steeled myself, rushed over, grabbed her, pinned her against the wall, and began to roughly knead her breasts. "Let me go...no...please..." I ignored her, pressing my right thigh against the inside of her legs. "Oh...no...my husband is right outside." She struggled, panting, but couldn't overcome me. "Look at you, so wanton, should we call him to come and see?" Mentioning her husband filled me with both jealousy and excitement. "You...you...you..." She struggled, her face flushed with anger. "What? I'm Ximen Qing, and you're Pan Jinlian!" I enjoyed the pleasure with both hands, teasing her with lewd words, arousing her wanton side. Sure enough, she let out a series of moans. I knew she had surrendered. I used my mouth to unzip her suit, took out the key to the cubicle, opened it, and carried her inside. After placing her on the waitress's table, I left and locked the door. She didn't move at all, which I found a little amusing; she had just been acting like a virtuous woman. I quickly stripped her of all her clothes. This wasn't a hotel, and besides, her husband was right outside; I had to finish quickly. Without much caressing, she lay on the table, and I spread her legs, thrusting my penis in and out. She couldn't help but moan. A few minutes later, the sound of the door to the cultural center being pushed open startled us both. "Yunmei! Yunmei!" It was her husband. He'd probably finished reading the newspaper in the lounge and come looking for his wife. "Hehe! He didn't expect his wife to be with him!" I chuckled lewdly, pressing my upper body against her chest. She glared at me, and I deliberately intensified my thrusts into her tender opening. I could see she was trying her best to hold back, her eyes a mixture of anger and pleading. "Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...please..." she pleaded nervously. "Call me good husband, good brother!" I wouldn't give up until I got my hands on her. "Oh...oh oh...you...how could you...mmm...good...good husband...good brother, please spare me..." The situation was against her; she had no choice but to submit. "Mmm! Good girl... Cousin will love you." After thrusting all the way in, I felt a sense of conquest from above. Her cheeks flushed, she was panting, her chest heaving. The touch in my hands was wet and delicate, I couldn't tell whose sweat it was. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, not daring to look at me, I could tell she was both ashamed and excited. Finally, I heard the door close again, I pulled out my penis, picked her up and made her sit against the wall, sitting on the table with her legs spread open, her feet able to support her on the tabletop. Her body was petite, like a toy, completely at my mercy. At this moment, her clitoris was fully exposed, her labia turned outwards, the bright red flesh paired with semi-turbid secretions, truly a feast for the eyes. I picked up her panties and made her bite them, I began to explore with my tongue, the wet pubic hair pressing against my nose, I could only smell a pungent fishy smell. I slowly went deeper, she was stimulated by this, she made random "mmmmmmm" sounds, and squeezed her legs even tighter, I had to use my hands to separate them. Suddenly, her whole body tensed and then relaxed, and a gush of fluid flowed from her vagina; I knew she had orgasmed again. A moment later, I turned her over and had her face down on the table. Just then, her cell phone rang. I picked up her dress and took the...I handed her the phone. "Hello!" It was her husband calling. At the same time, I parted her legs and entered her from behind. "I'm here, it'll be a little while longer." It was the scene of sex. Almost there, almost there, I'm almost done with your wife! "Ah!" I grabbed her round buttocks and thrust all the way in, she couldn't help but gasp. "Oh! No, my colleague is teasing me!" She turned around and glared at me fiercely. I smiled, that "teasing" should be changed to "doing". Then I rhythmically matched her with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. "Okay! Why don't you go to the gym to work out!" I could tell she was a little angry, right! It wasn't over even at the crucial moment. "I'm not that fast, I'll come back at 11 o'clock!" There was still half an hour, I wasn't that good. "Bye!" As soon as I hung up, I immediately sped up. "You slut, of all the other men's wives I've slept with, you're the most lewd!" That wasn't an exaggeration. "Disgusting!" "I'm disgusting, you're shameless, we're a match made in heaven!" She snorted and didn't reply. I thought the days ahead would be quite amusing. Suddenly, the thought of that big green turtle enjoying her every day filled me with jealousy, and I thrust harder for the final time. "Oh...oh...oh...don't ejaculate inside!" She was terrified: "Really...really don't, today is my fertile period." Having learned from her previous experience, she opened her mouth and tried to get up. I ignored her, my despicable nature showing. I gripped her slender waist even tighter and thrust in as deep as possible. A gush of hot fluid shot out, and she cried out "Ahhh!" before her whole body shuddered. I ejaculated four or five more times before I was clean. She was helpless. I flipped her over, pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and made sure all my semen was inside her, unable to flow out any more, before releasing her. "You're despicable!" Seeing her angry expression, I felt a little remorseful. "I promise I'll take precautions next time," I said with a smile. "You... what do you want?" "Yunmei, you can't be unaware of your body's reactions, can you? Life is short, indulging is only right." "Hmph..." She turned to pick up her dress, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. She quickly dressed, fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and went out. Watching her practiced movements, I thought I had hired a high-class prostitute. I even went out to eat with them at noon, playing with his wife and eating his food to replenish my energy. Thinking about it now, I feel really embarrassed. Later, Yunmei became my regular fuck buddy. Going out for casual sex during work hours was commonplace. We tried it in the car, in the wilderness, and even more excitingly, going to her house to have sex after her husband went to work. When her husband went abroad, I even took her to a wife-swapping club. Her record was having sex with eleven men in one night! I thought I'd wait until I got tired of that before looking for new prey.

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