The bureau chief's tyranny

My wife's name is Huifang, she's 26 years old this year, and she's very beautiful.

She has big, watery eyes, cherry lips, fair and delicate skin, and a head of jet-black hair. I heard she was a famous beauty in our area when she was young. Although we've been married for many years, she still maintains a great figure; her breasts are still so firm, and her waist is still so slender. She works at the shop at the station, but because the company is doing poorly, they haven't paid her salary for a long time. And even so, I heard there are going to be layoffs again, and I heard she's on the list this time. I pretended to be very experienced and said, "What's the big deal? Who gets laid off is just a matter of the station manager's word. You can bring him some things tonight." My wife said, "You're so smart, how could anyone not think of that?" But there was no other way at the moment, so I had to try. And I never imagined that it was this idea of mine that led her to a life of debauchery.

That evening, my wife prepared some gifts, put on light makeup, changed into a tank top, and sprayed on some perfume. She looked like a princess. She kept asking me if I looked good, and I kept saying, "Honey, you're so beautiful!" She smiled happily, said goodbye, and left. Who knew she'd be gone for two hours? When

she came back in, I noticed she seemed flustered, her eyes avoiding mine, and two rosy cheeks appeared on her delicate face. I asked her how she was doing, and she stammered that she was almost done. Then she turned and went into the room, sat in front of the mirror, and took out some more cosmetics. That's when I noticed her hair was a little messy, and her lipstick was gone, with some even smeared on the corners of her mouth.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: could it be…? Even the scene of my wife at the stationmaster flashed before my eyes, but strangely, thinking about it made my penis hard, and I felt incredibly excited. In the days that followed, my wife would often find time to go out in the evenings, and each time she would dress up beautifully. After a couple of times, I became suspicious. One evening, she said she had to go out again, and I quickly said, "Okay, I was just thinking of reading by myself."

She smiled and went out the door. I waited for her for two minutes, then hurriedly followed her out. She seemed a little nervous, glancing around every now and then. Luckily, I hid well and wasn't seen by her. I

followed her for about ten minutes until I saw her enter a residential building. I had no choice but to wait outside. After a while, I saw the stationmaster's car pull up, and he got out and hurriedly went into the building.

I knew the stationmaster before; he had eaten at my house and had been investigated for personal conduct issues before.

The stationmaster was probably in his fifties, very fat, with a protruding belly, and a balding head with only a small fringe of hair remaining. His teeth were stained yellow from long-term smoking.

Seeing him eagerly enter the same room my wife had just gone into, I knew everything. At first, I was furious and really wanted to rush in and confront them, but I didn't know what they would be doing if I did. Just thinking about it made me imagine the stationmaster pressing heavily against my wife, his purplish-red glans against her delicate labia, and then… As I thought about it, my penis became as hard as iron again. I quickly found a public restroom, fantasized about my wife and the stationmaster having sex, and masturbated, ejaculating inside before running home. My wife

didn't return for a long time. This time, I pretended to be reading a book, completely unaware of my following. I wasn't willing to let it go, but I didn't say anything. Lust drove me to take further action. But a long time passed without any opportunity. My wife still frequently went out at night, and I still occasionally followed her. Until one morning, my wife went out to buy groceries. I got up and drank my milk, and saw my wife's keys on the table. I picked it up to play with it idly, and suddenly I saw a key I'd never seen before. A sudden thought struck me: could this be the key to the house where my wife and the stationmaster had sex? So, before my wife came home, I secretly slipped downstairs, went to a street vendor to have a key made, and then returned unnoticed.

My wife came back without noticing anything. I tentatively asked, "Honey, I want to see a movie tonight, do you want to come?"

My wife said, "I've made plans with Aunt Chen tonight, you go see the movie by yourself."

Oh. Just as I expected!

That evening, I used the excuse of seeing a movie to leave early. I ran to the door, picked up the key, and easily turned it. I went inside. The house was simply decorated and furnished: there was a large, very soft bed, and a home theater system. I pulled a VCD from the CD case on the table; the title told me it was an adult film. Don't let my young age fool you, I've seen plenty of adult films. I rummaged through the box again and found it full of pornographic films. I took one out, put it in the player, and a Japanese pornographic film immediately started playing on the screen. The female lead was moaning and groaning as the male lead thrust into her vigorously. I couldn't help but pull out my penis and start masturbating.

Suddenly, the sound of a car woke me up. I looked out the window and, oh my god, the station manager was already there, coming upstairs! I panicked: it was too late to run out now, and he knew me. I looked around and realized the only place to hide was under the big bed. Luckily, the sheet was large enough to cover the foot of the bed. So I quickly turned off the TV and crawled under the bed. Just as I

crawled in, the station manager opened the door and came in. He closed the door, took out a pornographic DVD, and started watching it. I didn't dare to breathe, but my position was good; I could see everywhere in the room through the gaps in the sheet. I saw him sit down, pull out his penis, and I really didn't expect a man in his fifties to have so much energy. His penis was dark, thick, and long, with a huge glans, and the veins on it were bulging. I started to worry about my wife: how would she handle it?

The stationmaster played with his penis for a while, and it grew even bigger. I saw him take a blue pill out of his bag, chew it, and swallow it. I thought it was Viagra. I wondered how he would satisfy his wife.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It must be my wife. I saw the stationmaster, with his huge penis still erect, go to open the door. As soon as he opened it, I heard my wife gasp, her face flushed red with embarrassment, her eyes fixed on that huge penis. The stationmaster pulled her in, closed the door, and said, "I love you like this. I've fucked you so many times and you're still so shy. Come on, touch me first. Today I'm going to fuck you to death." He then pulled Huifang down to sit, and the two of them started watching porn together. The stationmaster pulled Huifang's hand and placed it on his large penis. Huifang gently grasped the hot penis and began to stroke it up and down. The stationmaster, with his large mouth full of yellow teeth, pressed it against Huifang's cherry-like mouth and sucked desperately. His hands weren't idle either; he reached under Huifang's skirt and began to move. I could imagine him rubbing Huifang's clitoris and labia. Soon, I heard Huifang let out a lewd moan. While rubbing his genitals, the stationmaster used his other hand to reach into Huifang's collar and forcefully grab her breasts. He grinned and said, "Goodness, you're all wet down there."

He grabbed Huifang's hair and said, "Quickly, suck my penis and make me feel good." Huifang obediently lowered her head, grasped the large penis, and opened her red lips. I really worried for her; how could she possibly take in such a large penis? The wife gently took the large, purplish-red glans into her mouth, her obedient tongue licking the slit. The stationmaster exhaled deeply, lost in ecstasy, and with a forceful push, pressed his wife's head down, completely engulfing the approximately 18-centimeter-long penis in her mouth. Her lips pressed against the stationmaster's scrotum, but it was incredibly strenuous for her; she made whimpering sounds, yet she still diligently nodded up and down, giving the stationmaster oral sex. The stationmaster grabbed his wife, making her kneel and give him a blowjob, then slipped his hand inside her panties, stimulating her cunt. Unable to withstand the stimulation, his wife's genitals moved even more vigorously up and down. The stationmaster enjoyed his wife's oral sex while watching porn; she really knew how to have fun. Meanwhile, his own penis was already rock hard from the intense stimulation. After

Huifang performed oral sex on the stationmaster for over ten minutes, he suddenly cried out: "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" I saw my wife try to spit out his penis, but he pressed her head down firmly and told her to swallow it. "This time you have to swallow it." My wife's throat moved, and it took her a while to swallow all the semen.

But the stationmaster didn't let her off the hook. He told her to quickly take off all her clothes. My wife wiped the semen from her mouth, stood up, and took off her coat and skirt. I then realized that my wife wasn't wearing any underwear. The stationmaster pressed her down (thankfully on top, otherwise I wouldn't have seen anything!), spreading her two fair and delicate thighs apart, revealing her pink labia. She even had her pubic hair trimmed, making it look like a girl's vulva.

The stationmaster lowered his head and carefully licked my wife's vulva with his tongue, even pulling back the foreskin to lick her clitoris.

My wife trembled all over, moaning incessantly, glistening vaginal fluid flowing down her labia, only to be immediately sucked in by the stationmaster's thick, fleshy lips.

A moment later, the stationmaster stood up, his large penis erect like an iron rod, proudly facing my wife's tender, horny vulva. It seemed the Viagra had worked. The stationmaster pressed his penis against his wife's vulva and slowly began to insert it. As he did so, her vagina released a gush of fluid, and she began to tremble and moan. Soon, his penis was completely inside her.

He pulled his penis out a considerable distance, and his wife's body relaxed slightly. Then, with lightning speed, he forcefully thrust his penis back into her vagina. This time it went in even deeper, and the stationmaster pumped his hips violently, each thrust deeper and faster than the last. His thick penis cruelly pounded into his wife's tender flesh, the pink vaginal walls clinging tightly to his black penis, being pulled out and pushed back in. After

a while, the stationmaster lifted his wife up. "Now we'll play the horse-riding position," he said. His wife raised her snow-white buttocks, gently grasped the stationmaster's large penis, and slowly sat down. The stationmaster vigorously kneaded his wife's breasts from behind, while she began to move her hips up and down on him, thrusting in and out. When she paused to rest, the stationmaster would automatically straighten up from below, ensuring the thrusting didn't stop.

This brought his wife to another climax; she opened her mouth wide, panting heavily, her breasts bouncing with the up-and-down movements. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex. I bet she would do anything the stationmaster asked her now.

Sure enough, the stationmaster commanded: "Flip over, crawl like a bitch." He dipped his finger in the vaginal fluid from his wife's pussy, smeared it on her anus, then inserted a finger and began thrusting. After a while, he inserted another. His wife continued to moan. The stationmaster felt it was about time, so he held his glans against her anus and slowly inserted it.

His wife cried out even louder: "Slow...slow...a little!" The subsequent thrusting went more smoothly.

I really couldn't believe the stationmaster would insert his huge black cock into my wife's tiny anus. My wife moved her hips, actively helping the stationmaster thrust in and out. My wife cried out: "Fuck my asshole harder, fuck me to death..." The stationmaster started to speed up his thrusting, her hair flying in the air, her breasts bouncing on her chest. A few minutes later, she convulsed again, it seemed she was having another orgasm.

Soon after, the stationmaster let out a low growl, it seemed he was about to ejaculate. He looked at Huifang and said: "Slut, come on, your treat is here again." The stationmaster pulled out his penis, then immediately turned to Huifang's head and shoved his cock, which had just been in her anus, into Huifang's mouth. A large gush of white semen immediately shot into Huifang's mouth, and Huifang immediately began to swallow.

But the stationmaster ejaculated so much semen that a lot still dripped from the corners of Huifang's mouth, dripping onto her breasts, dripping onto her pubic hair, and finally dripping onto her clitoris.

But my wife still managed to help the stationmaster ejaculate the remaining semen, swallowing the last drop. She even cleaned his filthy penis with her mouth before spitting it out. The stationmaster immediately cupped her face in his hands, his large mouth, full of yellow teeth that seemed never to have been brushed, greedily sucking on her cherry-like lips. Their tongues intertwined, and he slowly dripped saliva into her mouth.

They finally finished, and I ejaculated under the bed. Only afterward did I feel a little scared. Luckily, they were so focused on sex that they didn't realize someone was under the bed; otherwise, I would have been in big trouble. They kissed for a while longer, then tidied their clothes and left. Only then did I swagger out of the room. But I never imagined my wife would become so increasingly promiscuous.

My wife and the stationmaster's relationship continued like this, and I grew bolder and bolder. I would often sneak into their love nest while my wife was putting on makeup, then hide under the bed and peep at my stunningly beautiful wife and the greasy, overweight stationmaster, sweating profusely and seemingly in ecstasy. Then I would masturbate under the bed.

One evening, my wife sat by the mirror again. Her already delicate, fair, and flawless face, after a touch of makeup, was indescribably radiant and captivating, making her incredibly alluring. I knew she was going to make love to the stationmaster again. So I lied and slipped away, then easily found my way to their little nest. I calmly watched some porn, and when I figured it was about time, I quietly hid under the bed again.

A little while later, my wife arrived. She was wearing a black halter dress, her fair shoulders and arms exposed like two lotus roots, her shapely, smooth calves also incredibly alluring. Seeing that the stationmaster hadn't arrived yet, she picked up a book, sat down, and slowly began to read. I recognized the cover as something like *Playboy* or *Dragon Tiger Leopard*. As

she slowly turned the pages, a blush crept onto her face. She gently bit her small, red lips with her white teeth, and ran her slender hand along her thigh, slowly moving it to the inside of her thigh. She lifted her skirt, slipped her hand inside, and began to move it up and down. She moaned softly as she moved. Gradually, Huifang's hand moved faster and faster, and her moans grew louder. Suddenly, she cried out, her body stiffening. After a few soft gasps, she slowly regained her composure. I knew she had reached orgasm.

She rested for a while, but the stationmaster still hadn't arrived, so she watched TV listlessly for a bit. I found it strange, because the stationmaster usually rushed over to relieve himself; why was he taking so long this time?

After a while, I heard the sound of a car downstairs. I knew the stationmaster had arrived. My wife was delighted. She ran to the window, waved, then went to the mirror to fix her hair and check her makeup.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and she rushed to open it. As soon as she opened it, I heard her gasp. Then I saw another pair of large feet in black leather shoes besides the station chief's feet. This was unprecedented; no other man had ever been to this place besides the station chief (and me, of course). No wonder my wife was standing there, bewildered.

The station chief patted my wife on the shoulder. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and invite the guest in." He then stepped inside with the man and closed the door behind them. Only then did I get a clear look at the man: slicked-back hair, a shiny face, small eyes and a large mouth, carrying a briefcase—he looked every bit the official.

The station chief gently put his arm around my wife's shoulder, stroking it with his large hand, and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Director Zheng. Whether the station's funding arrives this time depends entirely on Director Zheng." "Isn't that right, Director Zheng?"

Director Zheng smiled: "Of course, of course." His small eyes darted around his wife like a pair of sharp scissors, eager to tear her skirt to shreds. His wife blushed and took a step back.

Seeing Director Zheng's expression, the station chief smiled smugly. "Director Zheng, let me give you a shout-out too. This is our section's belle, a famous beauty. She got married a little too early, but her husband isn't here, he doesn't come all year round. Poor beauty! Director Zheng, today you'd better act as leader and comfort our comrade!" He pushed his wife next to Director Zheng.

Director Zheng reached out and tightly grasped his wife's small hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with his other hand. Looking at his wife's flushed face, he practically drooled, nodding repeatedly: "Of course."

The station manager patted his wife's bottom again. "Didn't you want to work in the office instead of the shop? I've taken care of everything for you. How are you going to thank me?" His wife blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I...I don't know."

The station manager pinched her bottom hard, saying, "I just want you to make Director Zheng happy. If Director Zheng isn't satisfied even a little bit, you're fired, understand?" His wife nodded slightly. The station manager pushed Huifang into Director Zheng's arms. Director Zheng took the opportunity to embrace Huifang. Huifang struggled but couldn't break free, and could only let Director Zheng hold her.

The station manager said to Director Zheng, "Then you can enjoy yourself. I won't disturb you any longer." He then left the room, closing the door behind him. Now only his wife and Director Zheng (oh, and of course, me) were left in the room. Director Zheng, still holding Huifang, pinched her rosy cheek and said, "Beautiful lady, let's go upstairs and chat." He pulled Huifang down to sit on the sofa, one arm around her shoulder and the other on her thigh. Director Zheng chuckled, "Your station chief is so thoughtful! He knows I'm tired of all those ordinary women out there, so he sent me to 'guide' a comrade like you. Very good! By the way, how old are you, miss?"

His wife lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and replied, "Almost thirty." Director Zheng exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe it! I thought you were newlywed. You look so young. Besides sleeping with your station chief, have you slept with any other men?" Huifang hadn't expected such a blatant question. Her face flushed crimson, and she answered in an almost inaudible voice, "No." Director Zheng nodded in satisfaction, "That's good. Tender and clean. When I fuck you later, will I wear a condom?" His wife froze, too embarrassed to answer. Saying yes or no seemed like a bad choice. Director Zheng himself said, "It's more comfortable to just fuck directly. Anyway, you're clean. Did you wash your vagina?" His wife nodded slightly.

Director Zheng continued, "My dick hasn't been washed in ages. You'll have to use your little mouth to clean it for me later. By the way, where do you think I should ejaculate?" Seeing that his wife didn't answer, he pulled a long face. "You're not cooperating with my work at all. What are you pretending to be, lady? If you don't want to do it, then leave!" Seeing that

he was angry, his wife didn't dare to refuse anymore and could only say with a stiff upper lip, "Whatever you want."

Director Zheng smiled smugly, "Oh, then I'll have to give you a good beauty treatment! Come on, let me see how moist your big breasts are." As he spoke, he slowly lifted his wife's skirt. Huifang cooperated by raising her hand, allowing Director Zheng to take off the entire skirt. His wife was wearing black lace underwear and panties, which accentuated her snow-white skin. She was incredibly beautiful.

Director Zheng slurped, leering, "You're as tender as dough. I'll just kill you." He pulled up Huifang's bra a little, revealing two glistening pink nipples on her snow-white breasts. Director Zheng leaned in, sucking frantically on Huifang's right nipple while his other hand played with her left. He pulled up her nipple, then snapped it back, licking it rapidly with his tongue. Huifang closed her eyes, moaning softly.

Director Zheng raised his head, pressing his large mouth tightly against Huifang's cherry-like lips. He thrust his tongue in, stirring it vigorously inside her mouth, making her gasp for breath. Director Zheng suddenly lifted his head, grabbing Huifang's chin and commanding, "Stick your tongue out!" Huifang obediently stuck out her small tongue, which Director Zheng immediately sucked on, their tongues intertwining.

After kissing her enough, Director Zheng said, "Sweetie, let's go to bed." I felt a pang of regret; that way, I wouldn't be able to see anything under the bed.

I saw a pair of delicate pink feet and a pair of large feet approach the bed. I heard Director Zheng say, "Who told you to get on the bed? Take off all your clothes first, and mine too!"

Through the gaps in the sheets dragging on the floor, I could only see clothes sliding off one by one. First, my wife's underwear and panties, then the man's shirt and tie, then his trousers, and finally, his underwear. I could imagine they were all completely naked.

I heard Director Zheng lewdly chuckle, "Your little cunt is so pink and tender. Look, isn't my cock big enough? Come on, hold it, feel its warmth!" A moment of silence followed. Unfortunately, I couldn't see my wife touching Director Zheng's cock; I could only imagine it.

A short while later, I felt the bed move slightly. At that moment, Director Zheng's heels were right in front of me; I knew he had sat down on the edge of the bed.

I heard him say, "Come on, kneel down and give me a blowjob." I saw my wife's rounded knees slowly lower to the floor, no more than ten centimeters from my face. I knew my wife was about to give Director Zheng oral sex. Then came the familiar sucking sounds, the sound of saliva in her mouth, my wife's moans, and Director Zheng's satisfied breathing. I heard Director Zheng shout, "Deeper, all the way down to my throat…faster…don't use your teeth…yes, swirl your tongue around the glans…ah, so good…lick that slit…it feels so good…"

From Director Zheng's enthusiastic shouts, I could tell my wife was working very hard. After sucking for more than ten minutes, I heard Director Zheng shout loudly, "Ah, faster, I can't take it anymore…ah, I'm going to cum…a shower of flowers!…Ah!!!"

Then came a series of rapid, panting breaths. "Get it all out, not a drop left. Look at your face, it's covered in high-end beauty products. Come on, let me use my glans to spread it all over you." I saw a lot of sticky, thick semen spilled on the floor, and two drops even dripped under the bed. My lust was aroused, so I climbed down and licked it into my mouth. It tasted pretty good, except for being a little bitter.

Then I heard Director Zheng say, "Keep it in your mouth, don't take it out. There's still some semen under the foreskin. Pull it back and lick it clean. Come on, keep it in your mouth and don't move. Come on, come to the bed with me. Come on, slowly..." From his words, I knew Director Zheng was playing a game of bait: putting his penis in Huifang's mouth to drag her onto the bed.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything now.

After five or six minutes, I heard Director Zheng shout, "It's up again! The medicine your station chief gave me is really effective! Come on, let me fuck you properly for your husband! Look how much you're wet!" Then I felt the bed shake violently.

Accompanied by Huifang and Director Zheng's panting and moans, I heard Huifang cry out: "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...so good...harder...faster...don't stop...turn a few more times..." It seemed my wife's shyness and reserve had been completely conquered by lust; she was completely immersed in the pleasure of intercourse.

They tossed and turned in bed for over an hour, Director Zheng directing my wife to try several positions.

After Director Zheng ejaculated into my wife's uterus for the third time, both of them were exhausted and couldn't move. Soon, I could hear Director Zheng's loud snoring. My wife got up after a while and went to the bathroom to shower. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped away! However, my wife didn't come back that night. She returned the next morning with red eyes. I guess she must have had a very enjoyable night.

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