Disciplining an old woman

A secretary was transferred from another department; I heard she's very beautiful, but she won't let anyone have sex with her. That's why she's been transferred between different departments.
There are only two things to do as a secretary: falsify accounts and get sexually assaulted. Rumor has it that this old woman is a Christian, neither falsifying accounts nor getting sexually assaulted, which puts the various leaders in a difficult position.
This statement piqued my curiosity. I'm the manager of the administrative department, and I've slept with my previous secretary many times. I wonder what it's like to have sex with this old-fashioned woman.
That day, as soon as I arrived at work, my secretary brought me a tray of coffee. She was about thirty years old and dressed in standard business attire. She looked rather old-fashioned, but it couldn't hide her beautiful face and slender figure. She was quite "busty," and there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face. The nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth only accentuated this impression—serious, earnest, and not to be trifled with.
Perhaps it's a stereotype, but I didn't have a good impression of this old woman. After exchanging a few polite words, I didn't say anything more.
In the following days, the boss was miserable. He had to go home to his wife, who looked haggard, and go to work to deal with an older woman. Whenever he had a spare moment, he would come to me and pour out his grievances. This amused the assistant, who chuckled. I knew this lecherous old man wanted to change his secretary, and he actually wanted to change her to me.
How could I allow that? My assistant is only in her early twenties, in the prime of her youth. Do you think I'd let her have fun all by herself? After all, he's the boss, so I could only stall for time and try to persuade him to transfer the older woman out.
The older woman was very disciplined at work, almost as if it had become a habit; she would pour herself coffee on time. That day, as she was doing her routine, she noticed a cross on my desk when she put down her cup.
She beamed with joy, as if she had discovered a new world. She quickly asked me if I was a Christian.
It was just a cross necklace, a little something I bought as a bed gift for a younger woman. But seeing the older woman's excited expression, I sensed something was up.
I said in all seriousness, "May the Lord bless the blessed."
After I finished speaking, the old woman reacted very strongly, and she stopped bringing me coffee. She sat down at the table and started talking to me about Jesus.
Actually, I don't understand Jesus at all; all my knowledge about God comes from movies. I'm just talking nonsense, but the old woman seems to believe me completely. I don't know why she's like that; I guess it's some kind of religious psychological disorder.
As we talked more, I discovered that she would do anything, no matter how illogical, as long as I tempted her with God's word. I thought of a way—to seduce her into bed with God's word.
This chaste old woman was utterly unable to resist "God's will." I used God's words to command her to send me an email commenting on the lewdness of Eve. She actually did it. Normally, she would have slammed the table and left long ago, but instead, she sent a lewd email.
I read it carefully, and it wasn't her understanding of Eve; it was entirely her own monologue—a monologue about wanting to be fucked.
Even if a slut dons the cloak of God, she cannot conceal her desire to be pinned down on a man's bed. She keeps hiding it, keeps running away.
I felt the time was right, so I called her into the office and closed the doors and windows. I ordered her to bend over and lie face down on the desk, and she obeyed without resistance when she heard it was a divine command.
I touched her buttocks, and seeing that she didn't resist, I became bolder and pulled out my penis, ordering her to kneel down.
She knelt on the ground, looking at my penis, somewhat bewildered. I said to her, "Do you know why God didn't protect you?"
She was a little scared and didn't answer.
I said, "Because God can't hear your prayers at all, you have to blow the trumpet beneath me so that He can hear your requests. Then He will bless you and protect you."
As soon as I finished speaking, her psychological defenses completely collapsed. She started frantically licking my penis, but to be honest, her oral skills were terrible; she kept hitting my teeth, probably because she wasn't very skilled. I realized that if this continued, she would bite my penis off, so I quickly ordered her to take off her clothes and sit on the sofa chair.
The older woman was very well-maintained; her nipples were pink and tender, showing some signs of sagging, but there wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her waist. It was probably because she was a vegetarian. I kissed her nipples, my hand already penetrating her genitals. Suddenly, I noticed she had no pubic hair.
I never expected this old woman to be a shaved pubic hair. I was incredibly excited, but I pretended to be angry and questioned her about why she shaved her pubic hair.
She was terrified, incoherent, and on the verge of tears. It was quite amusing to see this usually strong-willed older woman reduced to this state. I parted her vulva, and some vaginal fluid had already flowed out. I circled my tongue around her labia, and she seemed to be begging me to suck her clitoris, constantly pressing her vulva against my mouth.
"Have you been masturbating secretly?" I asked her sternly.
She nodded silently. "Don't you know this is forbidden, a violation of the rules?"
Without waiting for her reply, I thrust my already throbbing, veiny penis into her wet hole. The old woman's vagina was incredibly tight, even tighter than the younger girl's. And the old woman had a top-tier squirting hole, very wet. Inserting it felt like falling into the ocean, unable to reach the bottom yet tightly enveloped. After a few dozen thrusts, I realized I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly pushed her back onto the desk, using the time to adjust myself.
The old woman, seeing that I hadn't penetrated her yet, actually started wiggling her hips to seduce me. I took out some Tiger Balm and smeared it on her clitoris. She immediately trembled all over, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs. I then pressed her mouth shut hard, otherwise the whole company would know that I had slept with this old woman.
I held her slender waist with both hands, thrusting into the old woman's vagina at varying speeds. The old woman moaned softly on the table, knowing she couldn't shout too loudly. I gripped my penis, rubbing the head against her clitoris. Her clitoris was already engorged and fully erect, rubbing against my glans with great pleasure. The old woman couldn't take it anymore; her vaginal fluids flowed more and more, soaking the floor.
I estimated the time, then immediately thrust in and out, fucking her until she collapsed onto the table, limbs limp. I grabbed her thighs and thrust all the way in each time, ejaculating in just a few strokes.
Sleeping with her isn't the problem; the problem is that these kinds of people are hard to deal with. Once she finds her anchor, she'll throw herself into it completely, and then you'll be exhausted. I'm not a god; how can I stand you contacting me every day?
But the old woman didn't care about any of that; once she turned on me, she was capable of murder and arson. When I got home, I broke out in a cold sweat and began to reflect on whether what I had done had gone too far. Controlling someone else's beliefs was really unkind.
I was sprawled on the sofa when I absentmindedly picked up my phone. I saw five missed calls, all from older women. Just as I was hesitating whether to turn it off, it rang again.
Luckily, it was my assistant calling, inviting me to karaoke downtown. I quickly agreed and then promptly turned off my phone.
What's so great about karaoke? A bunch of women chattering away, and a bunch of men with ulterior motives. There are a few attractive professional women among them, but their boyfriends are keeping a tight rein on them. Forget chatting, they don't even have a chance to sing together.
I'd better focus on my younger sister. After the party ended, the girls tacitly went to the restroom. We, with our few coins, went to pay the bill.
Actually, I'm not that kind of promiscuous woman. The reason they sleep together is all about social obligations. You helped her, but she had nothing to give you in return. She had to repay you with her youthful body, or else she would refuse your help or leave on her own. Love and greed for fame and fortune are all bullshit.
But the old woman's problem kept nagging at my mind. I even felt a pang of regret; my actions might have ruined her life. Someone like her, sustained only by a mental pillar, is like someone who might commit suicide because of online games. Once that pillar collapses, life loses its meaning. She'll either commit suicide or go to sleep; she'll be completely ruined.
Holding the younger sister made me feel much better. As soon as we got in the car, she, emboldened by the alcohol, started pulling down my pants. I must say, her oral skills were quite good; she licked my penis and made it feel incredibly good, her slender hands kneading my testicles. Her little mouth sucked and licked, occasionally giving a light bite, teasing my penis until the veins bulged. My hands weren't idle either; in no time, she had stripped me completely naked.
I picked up my little sister and sat her on my penis, her vaginal opening enveloping it and gently undulating. She leaned close to my ear, moaning softly. Men love this feeling; it's like dancing the tango—not intense, but incredibly stimulating. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest, her slender waist swaying back and forth in rhythm with my movements. I adjusted the seat, lying flat on my back at a 180-degree angle. I pressed my body against her and thrust forcefully, my hands gripping her breasts tightly.
The younger sister screamed, yelling that I had hurt her. This made us very embarrassed. If it had been an older woman, I would have slapped her twice, or—she needed to feel pain.
It's strange to be having sex with a younger woman while thinking about an older woman. This time, the sex was unpleasant. It wasn't the younger woman's fault, but I deeply felt that I needed that kind of crazy passion, that authority and control.
It was past midnight when I dropped my younger sister off at home, and anxiety kept nagging at me. I decided to call the old woman over and then give her a good beating.
"Are you free? Are you busy?" I asked the older woman on the other end of the phone.
"I'm coming right away," the old woman replied immediately.
After I gave her the address, the old woman arrived before me. The slut immediately adopted a subservient posture upon seeing me, and I remained silent. The old woman obediently followed behind me; it was clear she was afraid of me. And that's the kind of satisfaction I crave, this complete control.
I sat on the sofa, and this bitch knelt on the floor, ready to lick my cock. My cock had just been played with by the younger sister, so it had no strength left. I ordered her to lie on my lap and lifted her skirt. This slut wasn't even wearing underwear. I pulled down her stockings and slapped her big, white ass hard with my right hand.
His left hand slipped inside her collar, kneading her large breasts desperately. This slut actually enjoyed the pleasure of being humiliated. Although she kept crying out, "Please be merciful, Master," her cunt was overflowing with lustful fluids.
Her buttocks were already covered in red and blue welts from my spanking. I took off her stockings, twisted them into a rope, and tied them around her hands. Then I made her bite on a lemon and told her, "If the lemon falls, you'll have to eat shit."
The old woman kept nodding as she looked at me. I turned around and searched the kitchen thoroughly, but there were no cucumbers or eggplants to be found. Just as I was at my wit's end, I saw—
The old woman was waiting for me to discipline her on the living room sofa. Her eyes were covered, and she immediately curled up into a ball when she heard my footsteps. Seeing this scene, a feeling shot straight to the top of my head.
I pried open her vulva, took out an ice cube, and stuffed it inside. The old woman whimpered several times, twisting her hips as she tried to stop the coldness of the ice cube.
That was useless, so I took out some mentholatum and applied it thickly to her vulva and clitoris. The coolness made the old woman's skin crawl all over, and her anus twitched and contracted. I suddenly became very interested in her anus; I had never fucked an anus before, so this bitch was the perfect starting point.
I fetched my wife's vaginal douching device, filled it with warm water, and gave her an enema. The old woman's vagina was cold while her rectum was hot; this extreme contrast of ice and fire made her feel like she was dying. Most people would have turned and left long ago. But this old woman needed to be dominated and humiliated. Simply because she was cheap. The pain and humiliation brought her not suffering, but satisfaction.
I poured all the water from the 1-liter thermos into the old woman's anus, then grabbed a small pear and tightly clamped it against her anus, smoothing out the wrinkles.
Watching the old woman writhe helplessly filled me with immense satisfaction. My penis regained its power, commanding the old woman to carefully lick it. The old woman was indeed very attentive, her tongue slowly tracing the urethral opening, her lips constantly kissing my penis. The glans rubbed against any part of her face.
I untied her hands and made her give me a blowjob. The bitch didn't know what a blowjob was and was a little scared. I pretended to be very angry, kicked her down, then wrapped her big breasts in plastic wrap, applied lubricant, and started thrusting into her.
Actually, the feeling of masturbating isn't that great; it's just a form of sexual satisfaction. After slapping her a few times, I took her to the bathroom to relieve herself. No one likes the feeling of anal ejaculation, and the old woman was almost unable to move from the torment. I checked my watch; it was already 3 a.m.
Suddenly, a wicked thought arose in my mind. I grabbed the old woman, who was like a bitch, and tied her hands to the railing with a clothesline from the balcony. The old woman could only face outwards, gazing at the night view of the neighborhood; her buttocks facing inwards, enjoying the thrusting of my penis. If anyone were to look at us at that moment, they would have a complete view. But in the early morning, there were only a few garden lights in the neighborhood, and the occasional roar of car horns could be heard from afar. Even so, the old woman's sense of shame was fully aroused, and she felt both pleading and desire.
With my cock erect, I thrust it into her clitoris, following the wetness of her cunt. The old woman didn't dare to make a sound, only letting out soft moans to express her approval of my penis.
Seeing that my penis was already wet with her juices, I pulled out the head of my penis and rubbed it against the folds of her anus. The old woman's anus was slightly open, and I could see the blood-red mucous membrane inside. The bitch was so frightened that she trembled. If I hadn't been holding her waist with both hands, she would have collapsed long ago.
Ignoring the bitch's pleas, I thrust forcefully, breaking through her anus's defenses. The temperature inside her anus was incredibly high, and her clit was tightly clenched; each powerful thrust brought immense satisfaction. It was a symbol of conquest, conquering the woman's three orifices and forcing her to submit to my crotch. But the old woman had never experienced such stimulation before, and could only beg me to go slower.
In retaliation, I thrust deeper and deeper each time, my testicles slapping against her vulva with a loud slapping sound.
"Master, please don't..." the old woman said to me. Her voice was very soft, perhaps afraid of being heard by others, or perhaps afraid of being heard by God. The sound seemed to travel from her mouth, which I had just fucked, down her anus to my penis and then to her brain. I used even more force, pulling the old woman's sphincter out of her anus each time before thrusting in hard.
The old woman's vaginal fluids flowed more and more, running down her thighs. I pulled out my penis and smelled it; it still had a slightly foul odor. Ignoring that, I went back into her vagina.
The old woman's vagina was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, while her anus was the opposite—tight on the outside and loose on the inside. I thrust into her vagina a few times and then into her anus a few times. The old woman's whole body was burning hot from all the fucking. I then took the clothespin from above my head and clipped it to her swaying breasts. I told her I would clip one for every moan she made.
The old woman nodded, but couldn't help letting out a soft moan. Soon, her two large breasts were clamped shut with clips. I said to her, "You slut, do you like this feeling of being fucked?"
"No—that's not true," the old woman said softly. Before she could finish speaking, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, and I immediately knew that this slut had lost control of her bladder.
"You bitch, what are you doing?" I said angrily.
"I'm sorry, Master... I..."
I thrust into her anus again with great force; my penis was already being squeezed so tightly it was almost unbearable. I then pressed down on the old woman's waist and began to thrust hard. The violent ups and downs made the slut tremble all over, and several of the clips on her breasts were rubbed off.
This bitch was also at her limit. Although she was in excruciating pain, her ass still responded to the frequency of my penis. The semen entered her narrow anus with my penis, like breaking through a barrier and flowing into an endless plain.
The old woman's brows were furrowed, as if she were sighing and deep in thought. Her trembling nerves seemed to relax suddenly from tension, and the scalding semen was mixed with the tenderness of pleasure. Under the boundless starry sky in the deep night, what night could be like this again?
【over】

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