Taking a drunk Susan to a hotel for a second round of fun

Susan is my colleague;
I'm responsible for the business development. She works in another department, so we have virtually no connection, though we work on the same floor of the same office building.
Susan is petite, about 160 cm tall, but well-proportioned. She has a fair, oval face and cherry-like lips, possessing a classic Chinese beauty. Her legs are fair and shapely, and her waist is slender with firm, rounded breasts. Any man who sees her can't help but stare for a moment.
I became acquainted with Susan through several projects. Actually, I first contacted her boss, and our excellent communication and coordination skills quickly helped me integrate into their team. Over time, they got to know me quite well.
Susan is about my age and came here after graduating from university, while I was recruited after wandering around this industry for a while after completing my military service. The gender difference, coupled with the fact that "outsiders are better at communicating," created a gap in our professional achievements.
I'm on equal footing with her boss, while she's a senior manager. Our work relationship gave us many opportunities to interact, and our similar knowledge and cultural backgrounds led us to become close friends who can talk about anything.
She had some social experience and handled situations with finesse, making conversation with her as pleasant as a gentle breeze.
The longer I knew Susan, the stronger my desire to possess her grew. During business discussions, my mind often conjured up images of making love with her.
This year, June 6th was her 26th birthday, which happened to fall on a weekend. She wore a white shirt, a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe 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 her birthday, and she couldn't refuse, so she called her husband to explain. Her husband was very understanding, taking on the responsibility of childcare so she could have as much fun as she wanted.
After dinner, everyone went to karaoke. It was the first time I heard her sing; I figured it was better to just listen to her talk. She probably knew this too, so the microphone was passed around among us. The rose-colored drinks and soda made everyone temporarily forget about their image, and it was clear she had a high alcohol tolerance.
Later, someone brought a bottle of XO, and some people were too scared to drink it. Only a few boys, me, and she were left to handle it. She was the birthday girl, and I was the only manager there. The constant toasts were
almost unbearable. Around nine o'clock, one of the girls had already vomited. I wanted to take the opportunity to send her home and back to the company, but she followed me out. "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." She slumped into the front seat, while the girl in the back was lying flat. "Are you going back to the company to get your car?" "I'm so dizzy, just take me home."
It seemed I had to get her home quickly.
We arrived at the girl's house. I left Susan in the car and helped the girl inside. Her roommate quickly came out to help. After settling her in, I returned to the car. I saw Susan 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, but my gaze kept roaming over her body.
"Stop the car! Stop the car now!" After a while, she suddenly woke up; I knew she was going to throw up. I quickly pulled over, and she opened the car door, then vomited again; she was clearly in a lot of pain. I got out with some tissues and went to the other side to wipe her mouth and collar, then helped her sit up.
"I'll recline the seat back; you can lie down for a bit." She nodded; we still had about twenty minutes to go before we got to her house. The seat back suddenly reclined, and her legs naturally stretched forward. I had never really looked closely at the inside of her thighs before, and this excited me immensely. As we drove, a motel sign came into view.
My reason was wrestling with my lust. Finally, the alcohol overcame everything; morality and reason briefly flashed through my mind, and I drove straight in, paid, and backed into the garage. I opened the door and helped her out: "Susan, rest for a bit."
"Where is this?"
I didn't answer, my right arm around her waist, my left hand on her left shoulder. As soon as I 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, and I believed she was awake.
"What else can a man and a woman do in a motel?" I lewdly whispered 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 my thighs, the skin cold and delicate.
Her hands were struggling to support her. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and reached my right hand under her purple skirt to pull down her panties. She instinctively tried to stop her right leg with her left hand and pulled forward. I relaxed her waist, letting her move forward,
and then 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 thrill. Her alcohol tolerance prevented her from making any big movements. I was going to ravage her, to train her, to 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, pounced on her like a cheetah, grabbed her waist from behind, and flipped her petite body over like a toy onto the round table. I
spread her legs apart with my hands and leaned in to get a superior position. Her hands desperately pushed against my chest, and she kept panting, which aroused me greatly. I didn't encounter much resistance and unbuttoned my white shirt. Her breasts looked very round under her bra, and I slowly enjoyed the touch through the bra.
Her ponytail, which was originally tied up, was now completely loose in the chaos. Finally, I felt her tender opening was completely wet. I pulled down my trousers and underwear, and inserted the head of my penis into the tip of her vulva. At this moment, she stopped struggling.
Tears streamed down her face as she begged me to stop. Looking into her eyes, I slowly withdrew my penis a little, paused for two seconds, closed my eyes, then tightened my grip and thrust my hips forward, pushing my penis to the deepest part of her opening. She trembled from the sudden stimulation.
"Ah...ah...no...ah..." My continuous and fierce attacks made her moan incessantly. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, swaying back and forth. Her left foot was bare, her right high heel was still on, and her underwear was still hanging on her white right calf.
"Susan, we've come this far, what's there to hold back?" After thrusting for a while, I stopped at the deepest point and gazed at her.
After a few seconds of silence, Susan closed her eyes, unhooked her bra, and her snow-white, round breasts immediately sprang out. Her areolas weren't large, but they were a light pink, very pleasing to the eye. Meanwhile, her legs clamped 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; she truly was a mature city woman. I continued thrusting forcefully.
Then I flipped her over like a toy, making her lie face down on the table with her feet on the ground. I removed her white shirt and bra, leaving her in only a purple skirt.
I lifted her left leg from behind, pulling it across my left leg, which was already pressed against the table, and my hard weapon entered and exited her territory again. She was a little unsteady, but naturally adjusted herself with her waist. From that small movement, I knew I had met my match tonight.
Her vagina was moist and warm; after all, she wasn't a young girl, but her contractions made up for everything. I hadn't been this wild in a long time. After thrusting for a while, I carried her to the bed. She tried various positions—core position, doggy style, lotus position, etc.—she seemed mature and experienced, and I was quite surprised by her performance today.
She swayed her hips on top, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly, and her fragrant sweat dripped onto my chest like rain. Her wantonness was something I could never reconcile with her usual gentle and demure image.
I was probably the first one in the whole company to find out. She made me want to get up, but she pressed her hands against my chest. Stimulated by this, I moved my hands from her breasts down to her waist, and thrust upwards again with a fierce upward movement.
"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, making one last, most intense, and deepest attack.
"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ahhh..." She became alert.
"Oh...open your mouth...oh..."
"Ah...no...ah...no..."
"Quick...I'm about to ejaculate...quick..." I gradually increased the speed, almost losing control.
She helplessly opened her small mouth. In a flash, I quickly pulled out, grabbed her with my right hand, and inserted it into her mouth. Immediately, a stream of hot, milky-white liquid gushed out, filling her entire mouth.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." She couldn't speak anymore, my penis still inside her, thick white fluid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I ejaculated four or five more times before pulling out. She tried to spit it out, but I forced the semen from her lips back into her mouth to nourish her, until I was sure she had swallowed it all. Only then did I collapse on top of her, panting.
The sheets below her were soaked, which surprised me; I hadn't expected her reaction to be so strong. Her purple skirt, still on her body, was also stained with a lot of secretions, bearing witness to the passion from beginning to end.
After a while, she pushed me away and got up. I thought she was probably sober by now. I tried to pull her up, 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 smile, but I regretted it as soon as I said 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, then went into the bathroom to shower as well. She was lathering herself with soap, unconcerned about my intrusion; at this point, there was no point in being reserved. Her back was to me, her hair styled in a bun,
revealing the white nape of her neck. Only then did I truly see her exquisite, curvaceous body—it was breathtakingly beautiful.
After relieving myself, I slowly approached her, an urge to possess her entirely. Suddenly, I grabbed her from behind, cupping each breast in my hands 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 was not only betraying me physically, but also committing a sexual infidelity.
In the bathroom, we soaped and rinsed each other, kissing every inch of each other's bodies. Then she used her tongue skills to make my penis erect again and again; her technique was truly top-notch. Besides sucking my penis, she constantly stimulated my testicles with her hands, and sometimes licked my genitals with her tongue.
I had never experienced anything like this before. When I was very excited by her, I pulled her up, pressed her back against the wall, and then lifted one of her legs, inserting my penis into her vagina from below.
Her vagina wasn't very tight, but it was very wet, and I penetrated to the deepest point in one go. She couldn't help but let out a cry of "Ah!"
After that, I kept thrusting hard, trying my best to push my penis deep into her body, and she cooperated by moving up and down in response to my movements. Her breathing became rapid, and her heavy breathing told me that she was enjoying it and becoming excited.
When I was almost finished penetrating her, I turned her body around so her back was facing me,
and then inserted my incredibly excited penis into her wet vagina from behind. With my other hand, I touched her breasts, and then I kept thrusting into her. Each time I thrust, she let out a soft "hmm."
Later, her legs tightened more and more; I knew she was about to climax, so I increased my speed and force, and her moans went from one to another to a continuous stream.
Sometimes, she would turn and kiss my lips forcefully. I thrust deeper and faster, and my hands began to vigorously rub her breasts and stimulate her nipples. After that, I only heard her moans getting louder and her breathing heavier.
I didn't care; I kept thrusting until I climaxed and ejaculated into her vagina. She was probably very excited too;
this time, she didn't tell me not to ejaculate inside her, but silently accepted my massive army. Even
after ejaculating, I couldn't bear to withdraw my penis. My hands continued to rub her breasts and nipples until my penis returned to its original shape and slid out of her body automatically, while my semen slowly dripped from her vulva onto the floor.
After the passion subsided, we both tidied ourselves up. Watching her put on makeup at the dressing table, I couldn't help but admire her composure. I even felt a little regretful for violating her. I said sorry to her,
but she didn't respond at all.

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