Fellow mature woman Liu Li

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I won't go into the specific industry I work in, but my clients are generally moderately wealthy, because our products are quite valuable; I won't specify the time or place, as it's irrelevant. My job is sales management, and I have a small sales team under me. This team of guys can do everything except sales. This means that besides managing the team, I also have to occasionally handle some business to help those guys meet their performance targets, while also keeping a keen sense of the market.

This March, I was inspecting a local office in a prefecture-level city in the south when I inadvertently saw a phone number on a product listing. Out of professional habit, I called. After a rough "hello" from the other end, I suddenly heard a woman's shrill voice shouting from afar, "Hang up, hang up now!" The rough voice also seemed distant, and I could only hear the voice panting, "I won't hang up, I won't hang up, I won't hang up..." These three words were like a rhythmic note, accompanied by the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh, telling me that a life-or-death struggle was underway on the other end. I thought to myself, "This guy's got some interesting; he's not idle even at midday." It was my first time experiencing a phone call like this, and I was quite intrigued. I held my breath and listened intently for about two minutes before the call ended… Listening to others reach climax while I couldn't ejaculate myself was a very conflicted feeling. I called the hotel front desk to ask if they had any massage services available. They said they were all still resting. Frustrated, I washed my face with cold water and went downstairs for lunch. In the afternoon, I met a male client for tea. Business between men is really nothing more than wine, women, money, and power. Perhaps I was anxious that day, because we talked mostly about sex. The client was also a womanizer, listing all the women he'd been with, and we got along very well. Before leaving, the client gave me the phone numbers of several people in the industry. As I jotted them down and asked some specific questions, I suddenly noticed the number I'd called at noon that had been making me anxious. A sudden, inexplicable tension gripped me, but I casually pointed to the number and asked, "What's this boss's name?" To my surprise, the client suddenly said lecherously, "Her name is Liu Li, she's a beauty!" A beauty?! And who was that husky voice? There are already few women in our line of work, and even fewer beauties who can make a womanizer suddenly so lustful. I casually asked some more routine questions, but then I couldn't control my erection. The excitement was sudden and intense, like I'd unexpectedly witnessed a passionate sexual encounter, and I was even participating in it. After the client left, I sat in the teahouse imagining this woman named Liu Li, imagining her aroused state, her high-pitched voice, her legs spread beneath me… These chaotic thoughts acted like an aphrodisiac, making me feel hot and restless, unbearably thirsty.

I remember someone once said, "What we fear is not turning to ashes, but having nowhere to burn." I'm definitely not a novice in this area; after more than ten years of navigating the world of women, I've never been blinded by temptations. I'm confident in my composure, and my rational mind told me to first think about how to make the call and determine the steps for the arrangement. But that day, I just couldn't calm down. Later, I forced myself back to my room and used my "five fingers" to soothe myself for a long time before I started to regain some composure. The whole thing is actually quite bizarre: a woman I'd never met, a passionate phone call, a client of a womanizer, a time gap in the schedule for a date… That's how Liu Li and I started. The next morning, I called her with a different number, introduced myself, and she said, "Then come over for a face-to-face meeting." Her voice wasn't as high-pitched as yesterday; it was quite smooth. I found out which company she worked for and went there. The receptionist led me to her office. Just as we reached the door, a voice shrieked from inside, "What kind of service is this? I've made several calls and nobody cares..." The voice was the same one I'd heard on the phone yesterday. I glanced at the receptionist, who gave me a knowing look and whispered, "Sister Liu's computer can't connect to the internet, it's okay." I knocked and went in. A woman in a business suit stood in front of her desk, phone in hand. Seeing us enter, she gestured for me to sit down. Behind her was a window, casting light that obscured her face, but her features were soft. This made me nervous, especially since I'd come with ulterior motives and she seemed to be in a bad mood. Thankfully, she quickly hung up and smiled at me. Now I could see clearly—she was indeed beautiful, with a bright smile. Suddenly, I felt a stirring in my lower body, which added to my anxiety. This was quite rare these days; I'd always thought my skin was as thick as a city wall, impervious to any arrow. In a panic, I blurted out, "What's wrong?"

It was an extremely inappropriate opening line; my colleagues would have laughed their heads off if they'd heard it. She paused slightly, then said, "The computer can't connect to the internet..." Then, almost without thinking, I blurted out, "Let me take a look? I studied computer science in college..." I did study computer science in college, but heaven knows I was only a half-baked expert. The consequence of this casual exchange was that I sat down at her desk, pretended to fiddle with things, the mouse flashing across my face, but the network still wouldn't connect. Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly noticed the wireless router wasn't plugged in. Good heavens, I knew that! I plugged the cable in, the light came on, and the network was working again. Suppressing my excitement, I calmly said to her, "The network is working, but the computer is a bit slow. Do you want me to optimize it for you?" This experience taught me that expertise is still useful, even if you're not an expert for most of your life; just occasionally being a little bit professional can be very meaningful. Sure enough, she was very happy to hear that, repeatedly saying "okay," and her attitude became noticeably warmer. I then used 360 Security Guard to optimize her computer a bit, and the boot speed was indeed greatly improved. The rest of the chat went much more smoothly; we talked about products, after-sales service, and everyday things. Putting aside my ulterior motives, this should be considered a very successful visit. When I was saying goodbye, I suddenly remembered that she had QQ installed on her computer, so I suggested that she add me on QQ, claiming that if she had any more computer problems, I could help her online. At the end, I made a joke, saying, "I'm a very useful person; I can fix computers." The joke itself wasn't funny, but the atmosphere at parting was very pleasant. Back at the hotel, I turned on my computer and went online. A friend request message kept flashing, and my heart was fluttering. Hehe. Next came online chatting. Online chatting follows the same old routine: from simple to complex, from the basics to the more advanced, employing strategies from Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems one by one. Generally, if an older woman is willing to listen to your online banter, it means she at least doesn't dislike you. If she listens to about a third of your strategies, she usually has a considerable liking for you. Having been involved in online chatting for many years, I've mastered various techniques. As for how to seduce older women online, I'll write another story about that later. Anyway, Liu Li and I transitioned from real life to online, from casual acquaintances to chatting about life. Several casual attempts led to discussions about sex, but always remained purely technical. And just like that, a month passed.

One night around 9 PM, she called to ask if I was on a business trip; she had arrived in my city. Friends come with fine wine, clients come with beautiful women, and when a female client comes, of course, it's fine wine first, then she'll offer herself. While drinking at the bar, looking into her alluring eyes, I knew things were about to get interesting. Listening to music, I was thinking about how to get her flushed quickly. After all, she was an important client, after all, we hadn't crossed that line yet, after all… there were too many things to consider, I couldn't be too presumptuous; the preliminaries were important, my fellow wolves. After finishing a bottle of Chivas Regal, her face flushed, and she patted her head, saying with a radiant smile, "I really can't go back anymore." Such an obvious signal—how could I let it pass? I offered to take her back to her hotel. She blushed and said, "No need, I can get back, it's not far..." Her voice was soft, a hesitant attempt to refuse, but I ignored her and firmly said, "Absolutely not! How can I feel at ease if you do that!" When we reached the hotel lobby, she hesitated for a moment, saying, "I'm at the hotel now, you should go back and rest. Thank you for your trouble." I remained unmoved. What's the point of resting if I can't get my hands on such a tempting offer? I told her more firmly, "I absolutely have to take you upstairs." I helped her into the elevator. She was a little embarrassed. She pressed the button for her floor, and the elevator ascended rapidly. I knew that at the end lay a feast of desire. This woman, reeking of alcohol and perfume, would soon be writhing beneath me, ready to revel in my pleasure. I was going to use my rough penis, smeared with her nectar, to mercilessly pierce the depths of her heart… Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the elevator suddenly stopped, a distinct feeling of falling. She cried out and grabbed me. I turned and embraced her. "Ding!" The floor arrived. I swiped my card to open the door. Surprisingly, the hallway light wasn't on. In the darkness, I pulled her close, my lips searching for hers. She fumbled to close the door before coming forward, a gentle tremor in her eyes. A long, intoxicating kiss, tinged with the faint scent of Chivas Regal. The alcohol and the kiss stimulated my senses; my lower body was erect and hard as iron. I pressed myself tightly against her pubic bone, gently rubbing against her. One hand slipped inside her clothes, accurately grasping the clasp of her bra. With a gentle squeeze, the clasp sprang open, freeing her full breasts from their confinement. I felt a jolt in my chest, like a firework suddenly bursting open. She held me, panting softly, saying, "I can't stand anymore, I can't stand anymore..." and slid down to the floor. I took the opportunity to pounce on her onto the carpet, accurately kissing her nipple. One hand slipped inside her pants, finding a pair of shallow, narrow panties. The panties were incredibly slippery, and I gently rubbed my middle finger against the outside, drawing circles. Her hand was also groping for her unbuckled belt, grasping my penis and gently stroking it, murmuring incessantly. I pressed my middle finger against her panties, feeling her clitoris through the fabric. She let out a soft moan and said, "Put it in quickly!" I laughed and asked, "Don't you want foreplay?" She gripped my penis tightly and said, "I don't want foreplay, I just want this." I understood the needs of this mature woman. I reached down and pulled down her trousers, then her underwear, grabbed a handful of her pubic hair, and said, "The floor is dirty, let's go to the bed." She obediently sat up, then lay back down, saying, "I want you to hold me." I quickly pulled down my own pants, carried her to the bed in the dark, and threw her onto it. As soon as she said that, I pounced on her like a wolf, roughly spreading her legs and thrusting my erect penis inside. She cried out again, "It hurts! It hurts! Slower, slower." Her vagina was wet, while my penis was dry. It definitely hurt a little when I first went in, but when I pulled out and went back in, there was no resistance. A warm sensation enveloped my penis as I pressed tightly against the urethra deep inside her vagina. She held my buttocks tightly with both hands. We remained motionless, pressed together. The woman on the phone, the woman the client spoke of, the woman throwing a tantrum in the office, the woman alluring in the bar—finally, she was the woman beneath me. I asked her, "Do you like it?" She nodded silently. In the darkness, only the colors of night remained: frenzied, brutal, lewd, wanton… We would experience them all. I thrust in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Her flower path was full of moisture; her vagina was narrow, confining my penis, her buttocks undulating upwards. This nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting prevented her desire from being fully released, further arousing her. With each deep thrust, she pressed herself against me, preparing to receive the frenzied ravaging, but the slowly withdrawing penis forced her to give up again and again. Her moans grew urgent, like an alarm bell blaring on a fire, her small hands gripping my buttocks tightly. She kept urging, "Faster, faster..." I remained unmoved, moving calmly until my hands began to give way, then I thrust deeply into Liu Li's vagina, collapsing onto her. Liu Li probably thought I was about to exert myself, and she shuddered excitedly. I felt a tightening in my lower body, and her hands gripped even tighter. I knew she had reached her climax, and I began to thrust forcefully. At the moment of climax, a woman doesn't need empty or gentle caresses, but rather a relentless, penetrating thrust. I changed from nine shallow thrusts to one deep one, launching a full-force attack, using my weight to push my penis against her cervix again and again. Her voice began to change, her once-mellow voice breaking, her cries becoming somewhat incoherent. "Husband, husband, faster, faster, faster, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck me faster, fuck me faster, ah..." With a long, high-pitched scream, everything returned to calm. I got out of bed, found her room card, and inserted it into the slot. The lights came on, and in the soft glow, the clothes on the carpet showed signs of the frenzy that had just taken place. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air. A fair-skinned woman lay on the bed, legs spread, panting. I went to the bedside, and she smiled weakly at me, saying, "You were too strong. I need to rest." I silently held her and fell asleep.

[The End]

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