Landlord's Bitch 2

Urban villages seem to have a natural attraction for men. Late at night, walking through the alleys, I can't help but look around. If you ask me what I'm looking at, I can only say I'm looking at the everyday life, the bittersweet experiences.
Being a young man, I occasionally seek out some fun. Since my rented apartment is here, I usually bring it back directly, just for safety. That day, I was bringing it back as usual, but when I went upstairs, I ran into the landlord. He smiled awkwardly at me, and I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled politely and went upstairs.
The small watchtower itself probably wasn't very soundproof, and since I'm a young man with a lot of energy, I inevitably made a lot of noise. I could hear things being moved upstairs very clearly, so it was impossible for the landlord not to hear the noise downstairs. She probably heard it every time I brought someone back. Actually, it was good that she heard it; it was a long-term strategy to reel in a big fish, and whether she took the bait or not was up to her. From then on, I started to test the landlord. At the end of the month, I jokingly asked her if I was short of money and could pay next month's rent in kind. The landlord was also on edge, and she spoke incoherently and nervously, saying a lot of things. Finally, she said yes. At that moment, I was a little excited. We chatted awkwardly for a while, and she asked me if I should go upstairs that night or if she should come down. I thought about how messy my room was, and I said I would go upstairs. She said okay, and I left while we were chatting and laughing. Since it was noon, I went to work.
All day long, I was in a state of high excitement. The more I paid attention to time, the slower it seemed to pass. Finally, it was past 10 pm when I got off work. I checked my phone and saw a message from my landlord. I was overjoyed. It seemed that the joke at noon was not a joke. She asked me, "Are you off work?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Oh." Just when I didn't know how to start the conversation, she took the initiative to ask me, "Are you coming again?" I replied, "Of course." As I was secretly pleased, she sent me a few photos of her thighs in high heels and asked me, "How is it?" I couldn't help but praise her repeatedly. We chatted like this until we got to the house. I lit a cigarette and smoked outside to calm myself down. I don't know why my heart wouldn't calm down. Although my heart would usually race when I brought women home, I don't know why it was beating so fast this time. Is this the charm of a respectable young woman's forbidden fruit?
Finally, I finished my cigarette and went upstairs to knock on the door. It opened quickly. The landlady was wearing a white shirt on top and the stockings and high heels I'd shown her in the photos earlier. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. After a little playful banter to liven things up, I don't know why, but my brain short-circuited, and I blurted out, "Really coming?" As soon as I asked, I regretted it and wanted to slap myself. Was I going to run away? The landlady didn't say anything, just came in and said, "Come on in." Married women are so composed. With her saying that, I knew there was no turning back, so I followed her inside.
When we got to her bed, she asked, "Want to get on the bed?" I immediately understood. Getting on the bed basically meant being on the bed, mainly the missionary and jackhammer positions. If you weren't on the bed, it was just on the edge. She climbed on top, and I stood by the bed, my hand constantly touching her buttocks. I said, "Of course!" She climbed onto the bed, and I traced her buttocks down to her ankles. The smoothness of her stockings and the fleshy feel of her thighs traveled through my fingers to my brain. She turned and asked, "Did you use a condom?" When I came back, I brought two [items] from home. She asked me, "Do you want to take them off?" I told her, "Take off your top, but leave the stockings and heels on." So I took off my clothes and got on top of her. She lay on top of me, and I put one of her legs on my shoulders. My hands ran down her neck, across her breasts, her lower abdomen, and her thighs. Finally, I put one hand on her right leg and used the other hand to rub her labia repeatedly. The landlady couldn't help but let out a soft moan. After rubbing, I still made her take off her stockings because she wasn't wearing the kind with a crotch. I didn't want to tear a hole in them, as that would seem a bit impolite. The landlady was very obedient and took off her stockings. She wasn't wearing any underwear, which excited me a lot. I put my penis on her labia and rubbed it repeatedly. She asked me in surprise, "Aren't you going to wear a condom?" I said, "I'll just rub it first, and then I'll wear one when I penetrate." She stroked my penis with her hand and said, "You should wear one." The landlady's hands were warm. After putting on the condom, a passionate lovemaking ensued. I slowly slid into her vagina, feeling her warmth. As her vagina gradually opened and adapted to me, I began to speed up. The landlady hooked her legs around my waist, her hot, panting breath hitting my face. I was a little embarrassed, so I tried not to look directly into her eyes, instead focusing my gaze on her chest. Once we were in the mood, I changed positions, hoisting both her legs onto my shoulders and half-squatting up like a beast in heat. I didn't notice that the landlady was almost folded 180 degrees like a piece of paper. The landlady seemed to enjoy it, as if the rougher I was, the more she could... I used about half my strength to squeeze her breasts, and she didn't resist. This rough penetration brought her to orgasm, and I ejaculated inside the condom. After regaining some composure, I noticed red and white spots on her breasts and thighs. The landlady seemed still somewhat dazed; perhaps she hadn't reached orgasm yet, and seemed unsatisfied, or maybe I was just too nervous. I asked her, "How was it, sis?" She smiled at me, stroking my already limp penis, her eyes showing a desire to continue. I got dressed and chatted with her casually. Finally, it was getting late, and I said, "I'll go downstairs now, sis." She said, "It's okay, you can sleep here." I thought about it and felt embarrassed, but I went downstairs anyway.
When I left, the landlady opened the door for me. She wasn't dressed yet. As I left, I knelt down and kissed her genitals. Even though I had just finished, I wasn't ashamed of myself. She blushed, and I went downstairs. At that moment, I guessed she had masochistic tendencies, and an evil thought slowly began to sprout in my mind...

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