Sex at work

During my senior year of high school, a major upheaval occurred in my family. I won't go into the details, but my parents divorced. I cried and knelt down, pleading with them, but to no avail. This blow was devastating; I was depressed for a long time and lost all interest in studying. In this situation, I completely let myself go, skipping classes, not doing homework, and developing all sorts of bad habits. Naturally, my grades weren't good, barely enough to get into an average third-tier university. However, being more than capable of studying, I didn't choose to go to school. I took the money my dad had prepared for my education and went out to make my way in the world. The two incidents I'm about to recount are real experiences I encountered at work; everything is true except for the names and specific locations.

My first job was as a server at an internet cafe. I thought I was an adult and could easily find any job to support myself. But reality slapped me in the face. As a recent high school graduate with no skills, I couldn't find a decent job. After struggling for over half a month, I was finally hired as a manager at an internet cafe. The job title was "network administrator," but I was really just a waiter. My knowledge of networks was so lacking; I didn't understand anything. There were professional network engineers maintaining things, so I was relegated to tasks like serving tea and water, making instant noodles,

and sweeping. This internet cafe was quite upscale, with a main hall, semi-enclosed partitions, and fully enclosed private rooms. What I'm going to tell you is what happened in one of the private rooms. The private room was quite luxurious, with a large sofa bed that could be converted into a full-size bed, and top-of-the-line equipment. It was meant to elevate the cafe's image, so the price was very high, several times the outside price, and generally, not many people used the private rooms.

Not long after I started working at the internet cafe, I noticed a shady character, all dressed up and flamboyant, who didn't come often, but when he did, he always went to that private room. Every time, he'd order a ton of stuff—skewers, alcohol, and so on—and stay for hours. Nobody in the internet cafe dared to offend him, even though he was never short of money and didn't bully anyone, everyone was afraid of him.

One time, I was on the night shift, and he came in again in the middle of the night. A little while later, he called the bartender to bring him beer. I quickly grabbed a case of chilled beer and went over. After knocking and entering, I saw my older brother shirtless, playing video games. I greeted him and was about to leave after putting down the beer when he suddenly stopped me, saying he couldn't get any more beer right now and asked me to open a bottle and put it next to his computer. Without thinking much, I opened a bottle and placed it on the computer desk next to him. Then, when I looked up, I saw two computers on the desk. My brother was playing a game on one, and the other was playing porn. Although there wasn't much sound, the image of an actress being sandwiched between two people made me glance at it a few more times.

Being young, my sexual desires were almost irresistible. The stimulating image and lewd content were simply irresistible, and I stared for a moment. But that's when the nightmare began. Because, in the next second, someone grabbed my crotch, and I heard my brother's teasing voice in my ear: "Wow, not small!" I quickly bent down to try and get away, but my little brother was already in his hands, leaving me in a real dilemma. I could only bend over and plead with the man. He completely ignored me, operating the computer with one hand while rubbing my crotch through my pants with the other. The pressure wasn't great; it hurt a little, but I could bear it. However, the humiliation was unbearable. If it weren't for his tattoos, which made me hesitant to provoke him, I would have cursed him out. It took a full minute to break free from his clutches and I quickly fled the private room. Embarrassingly, my little brother was now fully erect from his ministrations, forcing me to bend over and run to the restroom after leaving the room, where it took a while to calm down.

I thought that was the end of it, but less than an hour later, the same man called the bar to bring in a pack of cigarettes. Thinking about what had just happened, I really didn't want to go, but I had no choice. I was the only one on the night shift, so I had to bite the bullet and go anyway. I didn't even dare close the door after I went in. I put the cigarettes on the table and was just about to leave. My older brother grabbed me and pulled me onto the sofa, then casually slammed the door shut. A little panicked, I said, "Brother, what are you doing? I'm not gay!" He laughed and said he wasn't either. He told me not to be nervous and to watch a movie with him. I said I couldn't, I had to work the night shift. He said, "It's already 2 AM, basically nothing's wrong. You can go out if you need anything." Without another word, he squeezed me onto the sofa and started watching a movie. What kind of movie was it? You all know. No matter how I tried to distract myself, I was quickly drawn in. As a result, my penis became fully erect, pitching a high tent.

My older brother saw all of this, laughed, and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all men, it's normal to have a reaction." Then, right in front of me, he pulled his shorts down to his knees. Instantly, a thick, dark, already erect penis was exposed before my eyes, swaying wildly. At that moment, I felt both scared and excited, a little dizzy and short of breath. I never imagined I'd encounter something like this in an internet cafe. I had absolutely no idea how to handle it or what to say. I could only keep my eyes glued to the computer screen, but out of the corner of my eye, I kept glancing at his groin.

Looking back now, I realize I probably didn't even realize I was completely under his control. The rest is history. In short, he molested me in the private room. To put it bluntly, he masturbated me. Being molested in a public place was a shock I'd never experienced before; it's etched into my memory. I was trembling violently, feeling like I was about to die.

Of course, I made him ejaculate too, but I used my hands and mouth; the smell was strong and somewhat fishy. After that, he contacted me twice more, both times in private rooms. As for why I left, it was because I accidentally saw his WeChat messages. He was talking to a friend about our affair, and his friend said he wanted to get involved and take pictures, which terrified me. I quit my job the next day, without even taking half a month's wages, and ran away. Although I enjoy sex and excitement, taking photos is just too scary; I'd be scared to death.

My second job was as a waitress in a small restaurant. There were only five people in the restaurant: the head chef, the owner, the owner's wife, me, and an older woman who washed vegetables, washed dishes

, and did odd jobs. The owner usually worked in the kitchen, capable of cooking two out of three dishes at a time. The owner's wife was usually at the cashier, and the older woman also washed and prepared vegetables and did odd jobs in the kitchen. My job was to take orders, serve food, and clean up dishes. The salary was decent, and room and board were provided, but it was much more tiring than working at an internet cafe—I was up early and working late every day. But I was quite happy there. The owner was serious but not harsh, and the owner's wife was quite capable, but she had a sharp tongue but a kind heart. What I'm going to talk about is the sexual encounter with the owner's wife.

The couple were both from Sichuan. Although the owner's wife was almost forty, she was definitely a beauty. Although she had gained a little weight due to her age, she had beautiful eyes, fair skin, and large, round breasts, giving her a unique charm. The proprietress was outspoken and not very fussy. She liked to wear fashionable and sexy clothes, and I would often catch glimpses of her cleavage or under her skirt. Especially when she was wearing a t-shirt and leaning over the bar doing accounts, her deep cleavage was clearly visible from the front. Once, she was wearing a sundress and squatting behind the bar looking for something. I happened to walk over to get a menu, and when I turned back behind the bar, from my angle I could almost see her entire breast through her neckline, and a hint of cleavage at the end of her slightly parted white legs.

As for actually having a relationship with her, it was purely by chance. It was a summer morning last year, around 4 a.m., when I woke up from the heat. I was covered in sweat, but hadn't slept enough, so I got up to take a shower and go back to sleep. However, the showerhead in the bathroom was broken, and no water came out. I ended up sweating again, feeling uncomfortable and oily, so I decided to go upstairs to the owner's sleeping area to take a shower. I forgot to mention, this restaurant is a ground-floor shop facing the street, which the owner has divided into two floors. The downstairs is the restaurant, and the upstairs is the living quarters. The head chef and the old lady who does odd jobs don't live in the restaurant. I usually set up a makeshift cot in the corner downstairs, which I use to sleep on at night and put away in the morning. I almost never go up there, since it's where the owners sleep, and it's not appropriate for me to go up. But today I felt really uncomfortable, so I wanted to take a shower and then

sleep for a while, so I went upstairs. There are two rooms upstairs, one for the owners and their spouses, and the other is full of restaurant supplies. Seeing that the door to the owners' room was closed, I guessed they were still sleeping. I thought, great, I'll quickly take a five-minute shower and then go back downstairs for a nap. So, I tiptoed into the bathroom, quickly stripped naked, and started showering. The cool water felt amazing on my body, and the irritation and greasiness in my heart gradually dissipated. However, my crotch was stubbornly erect in the morning, and I couldn't get it to go soft no matter what.

As I was showering, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and at the same time, the landlady's voice came through: "Honey, why haven't you left yet? What time is it? Still taking a shower?" At the same moment, someone squeezed into the bathroom, but their words stopped abruptly. We were staring at each other, completely naked, my penis erect; she was only wearing a thin black spaghetti-strap nightgown, the kind that revealed glimpses of her large breasts and the dark cleavage of her thighs.

After a brief moment of awkwardness, she slipped out. A moment later, her voice came from outside, asking why I was showering. I said the shower faucet downstairs was broken, the water wasn't flowing, and it was too hot, so I came up to shower; it'll be fixed soon. The landlady paused for a moment, then said, "You silly boy, next time you come up, you should let me know." I hastily dried myself, put on a tank top and shorts, opened the door, and apologized profusely to the landlady. The proprietress had already changed into a t-shirt and shorts. She shook her head and said, "Alright, that's fine. Next time, be sure to give me a heads-up. Luckily, your uncle went to the market early this morning, otherwise there would have been a misunderstanding." I quickly nodded in agreement and ran downstairs.

Relationships between people are strange; a single transgression, if left unchecked, can quickly escalate into a wildfire.

From then on, I would always chat with the proprietress and pay attention to her clothing. If I could catch a glimpse of her skin, I wouldn't let it pass. The proprietress didn't mention it again, but whether I was overthinking it or she was doing it on purpose, the frequency of her accidental exposure in front of me increased significantly, and the extent of it became increasingly daring. Several times I even saw her nipples.

Until one evening after closing time, the head chef and the proprietress had both gone home, and the owner had gone out drinking with friends. Only the two of us were left in the shop. I had a feeling something would happen that day.

Sure enough, after washing up, I lay naked on the bed, thinking about how to make my move. Suddenly, I heard the landlady calling me from upstairs for help. I quickly slipped on my shorts, closed the shutter, and ran upstairs in a few strides. I saw that she had just finished washing clothes and was carrying a pile of laundry, asking me to hang them on the rack. I rushed over and stood on a stool to help her hang the clothes. As I hung them, I secretly admired her sexy body; she was wearing that sheer black slip dress again. From my vantage point, I could clearly see her two plump, white mounds of flesh, and the two deep red nipples hidden beneath the lace. The landlady seemed completely oblivious, handing me the clothes while chatting idly.

After hanging the clothes, she sat back down on the stool and continued washing the clothes in the basin, gesturing for me to sit down so she could hang more clothes later. By this point, I couldn't take it anymore. When I sat down, I realized the landlady was sitting right across from me, legs spread apart washing clothes, her pubic area completely bare. Thick pubic hair couldn't conceal a slightly parted slit, exposed wetly before my eyes. At that moment, I understood her intentions completely and no longer hesitated. I got up, went over, hugged her, and started kissing her. She initially struggled slightly, muttering, "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Later, after I spread her legs and pressed her down, and penetrated her, she let out a long moan, stopped resisting, and began to reciprocate.

Over the next two hours or so, I ejaculated three times—twice inside her and once in her mouth. Afterwards, I asked her why she let me ejaculate inside. She said she had an IUD and wouldn't get pregnant. She also said that young people are good; she didn't go soft even after I ejaculated. That was true; after my first ejaculation, I didn't go soft, so I didn't pull out and continued for a long time. However, after the second ejaculation, I went soft, but quickly became erect again.

From then on, we were like cats stealing fish, seizing every opportunity to...

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