Mature female deputy manager

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Our relationship started very dramatically and excitingly. We were both employees of a state-owned enterprise in a northern province. I was a staff member in the provincial branch, and she was the deputy manager of a county branch. I was 34 that year, and she was 35. Once, I accompanied my boss on a business trip to the county. We arrived at the hotel around 4 PM, and she greeted us in the lobby. She was wearing an office lady pantsuit, stood there, smiled, and didn't say anything. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was above average. She seemed very gentle and had a good figure (which I later discovered was genuinely good). Since we had never met before, and there were other leaders from the city and county branches present, she stood at the back and didn't approach us. I assumed she was the hotel lobby manager.

After checking in, we went to a restaurant around 5 PM. There were about a dozen people at our table, and she came too. That's when I learned she was the deputy manager of the county branch. I drank quite a bit at the dinner table and exchanged a few words with her. Then we went to a barbecue restaurant to continue drinking, and that's when she went home instead of coming with us. Drinking in the county is fast-paced. I was already throwing up at the barbecue. After we finished drinking, we all went back to the hotel together, arriving around 8:30 PM.

Alcohol is a matchmaker for women! Because I had thrown up, I sobered up a bit after getting back to my room and started replaying the drinking scene in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more alluring she seemed. So I went through my phone's business contacts, found her number, and called to flirt. I don't remember the details, but I remember she went home, changed into workout clothes, and was briskly walking in the square downstairs. I said I was bored and wanted to join her, but she refused. The next day, when I sobered up

, I checked my phone records and realized I didn't know why I was so persistent. After being rejected, I called five or six more times. Finally, she couldn't resist and told me where to go. The county town wasn't big; it only took about five minutes by taxi. I saw her after getting out of the taxi and started walking with her, chatting nonsense. I'd already forgotten what we talked about the next day. When she saw I was walking unsteadily and slurring my words, she laughed and said, "Don't walk anymore, I'll take you back to your hotel." I pleaded, saying, "Unless you take me." She said okay, I'll take you to the hotel. We hailed a taxi, and I pulled her straight to the back seat and started holding her hand. She said, "You've had too much to drink, don't do this." I said, "I like you, you're so pretty." She said, "Stop messing around." I

said, "If you take me upstairs, I won't mess around." We got out of the taxi, went upstairs, and when we got to the room, I swiped the door open. She said, "I'm leaving." But I wasn't going to let her go now. I said, "Come in and sit for a while," and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind me. I remember once inside, I didn't say a word, just pushed her onto the bed. She struggled, trying to get up, saying, "You've had too much to drink, this isn't right." I just kept holding her down, saying "I like you," and pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees (thank goodness for those convenient sweatpants!). I stood by the bed, straightened my upper body, pressed down on her upper body with one hand to prevent her from getting up, and used the other hand to lift her legs. Looking at her hairy vulva, I lowered my head and licked it. A strong scent of female hormones rushed to my brain, almost making me faint. The instant I licked her vulva, I felt her body go limp, giving up resistance. She stopped speaking, only letting out soft moans.

I licked for about two minutes, her vulva already soaked with saliva. I felt the time was right. While licking her vulva, I supported her legs with one arm and unzipped my pants with the other, revealing my long-awaited penis. Then I stood up, looking at her limp on the bed, her eyes closed resignedly, her legs raised high, her pants and underwear still hanging on her thighs. She whispered, "This isn't good, this isn't good... Ah~~", her already burning vulva groaning as my penis plunged all the way in.

Alcohol makes me last longer. I thrust vigorously, reveling in the flesh beneath me. Before I knew it, during our lovemaking, we'd removed all our clothes and tried several positions. When she was on top, I noticed how beautiful her breasts were—truly beautiful! A perfectly proportioned figure with a C-cup, the shape flawless, the nipples a proud, pinkish hue. Her buttocks were beautiful too; during

doggy style, her soft, white flesh rippled with each thrust. Just like in many classic movies, her husband called, asking why she hadn't come home yet! She gestured for me to stop, then calmly answered the phone, saying she was at a hotel, her boss was chatting in the room, and she'd asked her to buy some fruit. I lay on top of her, our bodies still tightly joined, and I thought her composed demeanor was beautiful. After the call ended, I launched into an even more intense assault. Finally, I asked her if I could ejaculate inside. She nodded shyly and hugged me tightly. I ejaculated inside her.

After the passion subsided, we were speechless. She took a quick shower and came out to get dressed. That's when I realized I was hard again! It was the first time in my 30s that I could still be hard a few minutes after ejaculating! I pushed her down onto the bed and started fucking her hard from behind.

"No~ I have to go home~ My husband is looking for me~", she pleaded.

I regained a sliver of reason, thrust a few more times, then pulled out and let her go. I fell asleep quickly after she left, it felt like a dream. The next morning, I found her WeChat account through her number, added her as a friend, and she accepted quickly. I said, "Hello, I'm the one from last night~", and she replied with a fist-throwing emoji. We finished our work that morning and left that afternoon.

Then we started chatting every day. After about a week, I skipped work and drove to see her (an hour and a half each way). She seemed very nervous; she treated me to lunch but resolutely refused to go to a hotel with me again, and wouldn't let me hold her hand. So after lunch, we parked the car on the side of the road and chatted in the car. When it was time for me to leave, I couldn't resist kissing her and caressing her large breasts. She responded passionately. A week later, I skipped work to see her again, and we immediately started having sex.
After that, we chatted almost every day, occasionally skipping work to drive over, meet, book a hotel, and have sex. She told me that sex with me was incredibly harmonious; I could always hit her clitoris immediately, but I was too rough, and her vagina would be swollen and painful for a day or two afterward.

This relationship continued until she decided to have a child, at which point we stopped having sex, but we still chatted like friends. I watched her get pregnant, give birth, and return to work after maternity leave, until we broke up this time.

There are other stories in between, but they don't matter anymore. The important thing is that there are no photos; she wouldn't let me take any. I only secretly took one picture, and I didn't save it. That's all for now.

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