Office Desire (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

From childhood to adulthood, the only woman I have ever had is my wife, with whom I plan to live for the rest of my life. I have never thought about having an affair, nor have I dared to think about it, mainly because the leader of our family is too sensitive in this regard. You may think that kind of affair can only be experienced in novels or other media. But I didn't expect that such an accident would really happen to me.

It was a summer a few years ago. I had just reported to a new company and took the position of deputy director of the company's marketing management department. With the help of my friends, I got the hang of things quickly and everything was going on as planned. It is inevitable to joke and play with some young female colleagues at work, but it has always been like this and I have never had any thoughts of doing anything inappropriate.

Two months later, a new girl came to the department (I thought it was her at first, but later I found out that she had just gotten married. Her husband had been working abroad for many years, and after her honeymoon she went to a coastal country).

To be honest, she is not pretty, but she has a good figure. She is of medium height and has big eyes. The minister arranged for her to sit opposite me.

In a flash, several months have passed. Although we work face to face, the things we talk most often are just a few office terms. Sometimes we have lunch together because of work, that's all. But as a small manager in the department, it is inevitable to take care of a female colleague or a female subordinate as it should be.

However, because men are generally lustful, I always tease her with words from time to time, and she is quite accustomed to it. At the same time, she also throws me a wink, and then replies with a "hate". The most provocative one is "Do you dare?"

I didn't dare to do it. First, I had no experience in this area. From the day I got married to my wife, I decided to be a good man, so I never thought about this. Second, I didn't have the courage. Even when I secretly downloaded some adult movies on the office computer, I was scared. Sometimes I was scared all night because I forgot to hide the files when I got off work.

One day, the company suddenly received a potential order and needed to do some preliminary preparations, so overtime was inevitable. Due to limited manpower, this preparation work can only be done by the two of us.

For the sake of work and the good salary, I worked all night for three consecutive days. We are all approaching the limit of fatigue.

It's finally almost over. According to the current progress, it will probably be finished in one more night. She said.

There are still two hours until daybreak. Anyway, it’s almost done. I looked at the watch, stretched and yawned.

Yeah, I haven’t been this busy for a while, but it’s okay, being busy is better than being busy. She replied. He poured himself a cup of coffee and refilled my cup.

Thanks! Dry!

Dry!

Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be three bottles of beer left in the department’s buffet last week. How about we celebrate with some as a reward for our successful cooperation over the past two days? Because I was in a good mood and we had been together day and night for the past two days, I felt a little more relaxed when talking to her.

OK! I'll get it! Maybe because she was so happy, she also seemed very excited.

The air conditioning in the office has been working intermittently since I added Freon last week. Even though it is the late night, it is still a bit hot. I dare not open the window because the mosquitoes outside are really fierce.

After a while, she took the beer back, but she couldn't find the universal opener. How could she open it?

Well, this little thing can really stump a strong man like me. Let me do it! As usual, I opened the two bottles with my teeth and handed her one.

To be honest, I'm not really a strong guy. My height is okay, but my wife has fed me well since we got married, so my belly is a little unusually big. So after I said this, she laughed.

Come on, it seems that apart from the strong belly, nothing else can be seen!

Oh, you don’t know, a man’s strength is not only reflected in his belly. You will never be able to experience my strength.

Even I didn't know how I could follow such a sentence. After a moment of silence, I realized that this was a bit too much. I looked up at her and said, "I'm sorry, I...I don't know how to explain it to her."

She was equally speechless. She just glanced at me, then sat back at the desk, took a sip of beer, and stared at the screen blankly.

After taking a sip of wine, I started chatting nonsense to break the awkwardness.

I heard that your husband is in international trade. How is it? Is it easy to do?

What's so good about it? It's just earning some hard-earned money. Maybe her emotions eased a little, and she returned to her normal self.

Don’t say that, if he doesn’t have the ability, the company won’t let him out!

That's right. In the first half of the year, his area was the largest in the entire company. There was a sense of pride in his words.

That’s great. It looks like your husband will get a considerable year-end bonus this year.

Almost. He got more than 200,000 last year, and it looks like he will get more this year.

I really envy him. Unlike me, I work hard until I die but only get that little salary.

Do you still envy him? I would like him to stop doing this next year. He only goes home three times a year, except for the Spring Festival, and each time he comes back he goes back again within ten days. What’s the use of having more money! Just enough to spend.

A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man. I also want to have enough money to spend, but your sister-in-law always complains that I spend more than I earn. Ha, really, if I can see my sister-in-law one day, I will advise her not to be ungrateful for the blessings she has. Having a husband by her side every day is better than anything else!

Okay, I'll leave this task to you. If you fail to complete it, I will never let you go!

Okay, no problem, as long as my sister-in-law doesn’t get suspicious! Hahaha! There was another burst of keyboard clicking sounds, followed by silence.

It was so hot in the room that I stood up and used a folder to cool myself down. I glanced at her secretly. She was also wiping her sweat with a handkerchief while also using it as a fan. I really want to take off this shirt, but I feel embarrassed. Well, I'll just bear with it. It's just a matter of unbuttoning one more button, and I'll feel a little cooler.

Maybe she couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off her uniform worth more than 1,000 yuan and went to work wearing only a white, short-sleeved, lace women's shirt.

Your husband has been gone for half a year, right? How about it, how often do you usually make phone calls?

Yes, it will be soon. He calls me every day, but he always says that we can’t talk too long because the calls are expensive. When I miss him, I call him on QQ, but I may not be able to see him every time.

Haha, be careful, that place can turn good people bad once they go there.

Crow Mouth, he is not that kind of person. Don't think that everyone is the same as yourself.

Oh my God, I am more wronged than Dou E’s grandmother. How do you know what kind of person I am...

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "plop" sound, followed by a "clang", and a mouthful of beer was spat out onto the display screen. Most of the beer left in the bottle, after the bottle fell on the table, was spilled all over the chest of her white, short-sleeved, lace women's shirt.

I know I have a sense of humor, but you don't have to acknowledge my humor in this way. Having said that, he quickly ran over, took a tissue and wiped the wine stains on her desk. If this little bit of stuff seeped into the computer, it would be really troublesome. It would be the result of three whole nights of hard work.

She covered her mouth, coughed violently, and said while gasping: Why are you like this? People are like this, and you still have the mind to make fun of them.

I turned around while talking and said, "No matter what, you have to get the file back. Once...

I couldn't believe my eyes. The wine spilled on her chest could actually make the white color see through. If she didn't have a bra tattoo, I might be able to see her entire breast. But even so, I could see her belly button. What surprised me even more was that through her white, short-sleeved, lace blouse, I saw a thumb-sized tattoo on the right half of her breast.

Perhaps she sensed that I stopped talking before I finished, and she also noticed that I was looking at her, and discovered the secret that she shouldn't have known, so she quickly covered her upper body with her uniform, stood up, and ran to the company's women's locker room. I also came to my senses, turned around, and started wiping the table, chairs and machine.

After a long while, she slowly walked out, and when she saw me, she seemed to want to say something but hesitated. I looked again and realized that she could not wear that shirt anymore. She also knew that because I played table tennis with my colleagues at noon every day, I had a spare T-shirt to keep neatly dressed. But that T-shirt was the one I took off after playing table tennis at noon, and it smelled of sweat. Even I didn't want to smell that smell, let alone her.

Got it. I stood up and said to her, "Wait a moment." I took out the T-shirt from my locker, went to the men's locker room, took off the shirt that had a relatively small smell, put on the T-shirt, then walked back to the office and handed the changed shirt to her. If you can stand the smell of my sweat, you can change it first.

Without saying anything, she took the shirt and went out. When she came back, she was holding her wine-stained clothes in her hand, and she was wearing the Saint Laurent bag that still retained my body temperature and my body odor. Sitting back at the desk, she folded the clothes she had just changed into small pieces until they could fit into her handbag, which was not very big to begin with. Then she turned around and continued our work without even looking at me.

It was dawn, I stretched, turned off the computer and said to her: Wash your face, take a rest, put on some makeup, your colleagues will be here soon.

OK It will be over soon. She acted as if nothing had happened, which was consistent with my thinking. This is how modern people should be, and besides, it was nothing for us!

After she turned off her phone, I patrolled my office again. When we were about to go out, I suddenly noticed that there was a large stain on the back of her uniform skirt due to beer.

I called her and told her to leave later.

What's up? He asked me a little surprised.

Go to the dressing room and take a look behind it yourself! I tried to soften my tone.

She went inside and I went back to the office.

I need to explain in advance: because our employees frequently work overtime, in order to ensure that employees have enough rest, the company specially booked two standard rooms on the 28th floor of a three-star hotel facing the street, which are face to face. If employees cannot go home after working overtime, they can take a temporary rest there.

These days, she and I stop working after dawn every day, go back to the hotel, have breakfast, sleep until 9 o'clock, and then go back to work. In order to concentrate on my work, I informed my family's leader in advance, and my wife also agreed that I should not go home for the time being. In fact, I think that if I really have to go home in the middle of the night and leave a girl alone in the company, if something happens, I, as the deputy manager, cannot bear the responsibility. To put it bluntly, I'm just lazy. I'm too lazy to go home to make breakfast, too lazy to fold the quilt, and I don't have to sulk with my wife every day. After a while, she came out and blushed when she saw me. I was thinking, what should I do, how are you going to walk back to the hotel? After taking a look at the computer, I suddenly thought of a solution. I picked up my laptop bag, walked to her side, put the bag on her shoulder, and then without even looking at her, I said very casually that it was time to go back to bed because I had to go to work soon.

When I reached the door of the hotel, I looked back at her. I have to say, she is really smart and understood what I meant. My laptop bag is large, and her butt is not that big, so she casually put the bag on her butt and no one noticed.

The elevator arrived, an empty elevator with only the two of us in it. She lowered her head and didn't say anything. I pretended nothing had happened, raised my head and hummed a tune. God knows what I was humming. I just wanted to ease the awkward atmosphere.

I got out of the elevator and walked towards the room, speechless. Everyone opened their own door, and at the moment before closing it, I clearly heard two words: Thank you.

I opened the door and entered the room, just thinking about taking a shower first, when the phone on the bedside table rang.

Sir, do you need any help in the morning?

Sorry, no thanks. I hung up the phone. It’s like this every day. I don’t want to be disturbed anymore, so I just unplug the phone.

I took off my clothes, pants and underwear, and was adjusting the water temperature in the bathroom when the doorbell rang again. Put it back on quickly, don’t wear clothes anymore, man, what’s wrong with being shirtless. When I opened the door, it turned out to be her.

What's up? She didn't say anything either, just looked left and right in the corridor.

I reacted and came in and said. She came into the room, looked at me, her face blushing, and wanted to say something, but she didn't open her mouth.

Speak up, miss! I was anxious.

I, I, how can I get out? Her voice is as small as a mosquito.

Oh, why didn’t you tell me earlier? It made me so anxious. Let me think... How about this, you wear my pants first, and then go to the mall downstairs to buy a pair of pants. No matter whether they are expensive or cheap, or whether they fit you well or not, just put them on first. This is solution one.

Well, what about method two?

The second solution is, I'll take a shower and then go down to the mall to buy you a set of clothes. But the prerequisite is, I paused for a moment, then pointed at her breasts, waist and hips, and said, "You have to tell me the size first." I said that somewhat deliberately. Get lost! After saying this, he left without looking back.

Hey, it’s just a joke, don’t be angry. Besides, what can happen? No, don’t go to work today. You don’t care about that money anyway! I shouted from behind her, not caring whether she could hear me or not.

Close the door and lock it. Now no one can disturb me. I need to have a good rest.

…there’s a phone call. There's a phone call. There's a phone call. There's a call... My phone keeps ringing.

I picked it up in a daze and saw that it was her number.

What's up miss?

Manager, I'd like to take half a day off. Before I could reply, she hung up.

The next time I saw her was after lunch. She was wearing a light blue uniform, looking uniquely pretty.

Redo this document in the afternoon, I ordered in a loud voice. When she came over to get the document, I whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear: Have you finished changing it?

She blinked and returned to her desk as if nothing had happened.

The air conditioning in the room was still intermittent, and I felt really uncomfortable wearing my sweaty T-shirt.

She may have sensed it too. She raised her head and looked at me apologetically. After a while, she handed me a note and said, "I will return the clothes to you after I finish washing them. Thank you again."

I suddenly felt playful and wrote under that line of words: Will you pledge yourself to me? After handing it to me, she quickly wrote a few words on it and passed it back to me. I looked at it again: Do you dare? I pretended to be frightened and she smiled, looking very proud. I also laughed, with a look of helplessness on my face.

It's time to get off work, manager. It looks like you'll have to work all night again today. My colleague didn't forget to tease me before leaving.

Yes, if you are jealous, I will definitely tell my boss to let you do this kind of job next time. I replied.

No, I dare not. I’m afraid that the one in my family will get angry with me! Also, I'll have to ask my sister-in-law one day why she doesn't have time recently or what, and she doesn't even wash our manager's clothes. This tattered T-shirt of yours has been making us feel nasty all day.

Just go your way, there is no groove that you can't reach. I laughed and cursed, and glanced at her. She seemed fine, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her face was a little red.

…It’s almost twelve o’clock again, and it looks like the air conditioner in this room is completely broken. I looked up at her quietly. Sweat was dripping down her cheeks and she kept wiping it with a handkerchief.

How about this, I'll go back to the hotel to take a shower and come back later, then you go, and don't come back after you take a shower, okay? It looks like the remaining work will be finished in more than an hour.

She raised her head, looked at me, and said in a low voice: OK.

Also, you can retrieve the information in my computer at any time, and I won’t tell you the specific location. You fix it yourself, I'll be back soon. Seeing her puzzled face, I couldn't help but ask again: Is there anything else?

You…you please come back early, I…I…I’m scared.

Hi! No problem. Besides, once you lock the office door, who can come in except me? Okay, I'm leaving first. It is so pleasant to take a shower on such a hot day. Lying naked on the bed and enjoying the cool air from the air conditioner, I can't help but feel extremely comfortable.

Oh no, my hard drive contains the adult movies that I downloaded from the Internet a few days ago. She wouldn’t have been able to see them by chance! I am not a gentleman, but I know that, if nothing else is going on, it is best not to leave a very bad impression on a female colleague, especially a female comrade working in the same office with her!

Go back quickly and change her back, but don't create any other scene.

When I walked to the door of the office, I couldn't help but tiptoe, and a child's playful spirit arose spontaneously. What was she doing? She walked quietly through the partition between me and her. I took a peek and was stunned: my female colleague had taken off her uniform jacket and was only wearing a white bra and light yellow triangle panties. Maybe she felt bolder because no one was in the room after I left and wanted to cool down. That was still understandable, but what was even more unbearable was this. She is now in front of my computer, with headphones on her head (no wonder she didn't hear it when I opened the door), operating the mouse with her right hand, watching the adult movies on my computer's hard drive. Although she is from behind, I can be sure that her left hand is caressing her breasts.

Suddenly, I, a man's impulse, a normal man's impulse could not be controlled by me. At this time, I was no longer a gentleman who cared for his subordinates and remained calm in the face of temptation.

I walked quickly behind her. She seemed to see me on the screen. Just as she was about to turn around, I hugged her from behind. I reached my hands under her breasts and pushed aside her bra. I held her breasts in each hand and kneaded them vigorously. I used my mouth to kiss her shoulders, neck, and ears.

She dodged and twisted her body, trying to break away from my arms, no! No, don't do this. Don't do this. Don't do this.

But I am a man after all, a man who is stronger than her under normal circumstances, not to mention that this is an abnormal situation.

My hands were rubbing her breasts with increasing force, and I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, but she moaned. I continued to squeeze her right breast with my left hand, and my right hand began to move down and caress her belly. It must be said that the belly of a woman who has not given birth is flat, much better than that of my wife. I felt that her resistance seemed not as strong as at the beginning, and her body was not twisting as vigorously. Her head tilted back and leaned on my left shoulder. She no longer pushed away with her hands. Her two hands were just symbolically placed on mine and moved with my hands.

I kissed her ears and gently licked her earlobes and earlobes with my tongue. My left hand kept changing the technique to caress her breasts. Sometimes I held her breasts in my hands and then squeezed them hard, and sometimes I used my index finger to draw circles around the nipple of one of her breasts to stimulate her reaction. Sometimes, pinch the two nipples with your thumb and index finger respectively, and squeeze them hard together. While his right hand was moving on her lower abdomen, slowly moving downwards, reaching into her panties, gently rubbing her pubic hair, and then moving downwards, gently scratching her vulva.

Ah…ah…don’t touch that, don’t touch that! She kept moaning and refusing.

In order not to rush things, I changed my method and continued to kiss her neck with my mouth, stimulating her breasts with my left hand, while my right hand gently stroked her thighs, from outside to inside, from bottom to top, gradually approaching her vagina. Through her panties, I could already feel the heat radiating from her vagina because of excitement.

I pressed my big hand on her vagina, ah. Her body suddenly stiffened, and after a tremor, she relaxed again, and my right hand clearly felt a dampness, a sticky dampness.

I pulled her over and made her face me. Let me kiss you, okay?

She didn't say anything, just lowered her head and nodded slightly. Because she was shy, she hugged me with both hands and hid her face behind my head.

I forced her to turn her face around and lifted her arms. She cooperated with me very well and took off her bra.

What a delicate pair of small breasts, definitely not as big as they appear when she wears a tattooed bra. My hands are not big, but I can actually hold her entire breast with one hand. Compared to her two small breasts, her nipples are abnormally large and her areolas are very small. According to my knowledge of adult movies and A4U photos, this pair of breasts should not be touched often, but I can say for sure that this pair of breasts is definitely her sensitive area.

What caught my attention more was that, when I observed closely, there was indeed a tattoo on the upper part of her right nipple. It was a word "love" about the size of my thumb. I really don't know how she could endure the pain of getting the tattoo.

I couldn't help but lick the tattoo with my tongue. My guess was correct. Her body shook slightly again. I licked it again, and it shook again. I was so happy that I licked her nipple again. She couldn't control herself and her upper body fell on me. I raised my head and kissed her earlobe gently, while gently scratching one of her nipples with my two fingers and gently kissing her lips. She dodged gently, as if she didn't want me to kiss her mouth. If she didn't want to kiss me, then she wouldn't. Anyway, there were many places waiting for me to touch.

I picked her up all of a sudden, she hooked her right hand around my neck, and her shy look made me even more unable to control myself. I laid her flat on the long sofa in the office and I knelt beside her. Gently, he kissed her two small breasts, and his left hand occasionally scratched her nipples, while his right hand always moved between her legs, without touching the mysterious part between her legs.

She finally couldn't control herself anymore and let out moans that became louder and louder. My mouth gradually moved towards her lower body. My left hand was still playing with her two small tender breasts. I just kissed her belly button, but unexpectedly her body shook violently again and she had another orgasm.

Are you comfortable? I asked her softly.

Um. She answered shyly.

Can I kiss you again?

Um. She shyly turned her face to the other side.

My right hand once again rubbed her small breasts, and my left hand gently moved on her neck, and I used my tongue to tease her earlobes. She looked very happy and moaned softly in her throat. My tongue moved down little by little, biting her two small nipples with my teeth. At the same time, I put her two small nipples in my mouth and continuously tapped them with my tongue. Her moans became louder and louder.

I raised my head and glanced at her secretly. She closed her eyes and was enjoying my service very much. She sensed my pause, opened her eyes, and found that I was looking at her. She covered my eyes with her hands embarrassedly. I ignored her and continued to lick her belly. Her moans seemed a little uncontrollable.

I helped her sit up and rubbed her nipples hard with both hands, while my mouth gradually moved down and hit her vulva with my tongue through her panties.

Ah...ah...her voice was getting louder and louder. I was so scared that I quickly stopped, raised my head and looked around. In fact, our office is on the 16th floor, and we are the only unit with people working on the entire floor. Even if we shout at the top of our lungs, no one will hear us.

Auntie, please be gentler, it shouldn't be that serious! I said to her with a hint of sarcasm.

You...you...you are so powerful, I can't stand it. She said a little breathlessly.

Damn, no way, your husband has never played with you like this. He never does this. He always comes straight away and has never played like this before.

Ha, then do you still want it?

She didn't say anything, but very shyly held my head with her hands, pressing it hard against her belly.

I continued my tongue skills on her lower abdomen, and with both hands, I pulled her panties down to her knees in one go.

No, not here.

I was a little surprised that she could still stay awake in such a state. It seems that I underestimated her.

…What's wrong? I asked her in a low voice.

Don't be here, I... I'm a little uncomfortable.

I also became a little sober, and at this time, my rationality, which made me happy and sad, overcame my impulse.

How about this, we still have some work to do, so let’s go back after we finish it, okay?

She nodded, but I still saw a little disappointment in her eyes.

Still want to? I asked.

And you? Rhetorical question.

I picked her up and kissed the word of love on her nipple.

First tell me, why do you have this tattoo?

...I won’t tell you. Okay, don’t regret it. As I said this, I bit it hard with my teeth as if to play a prank.

Ah, be gentle, it hurts. Then tell me.

My husband did the tattoo, and he said only he could see it.

Damn, then I would be your husband too.

You are bad! She raised her fist and wanted to hit me.

Okay, finish this work quickly. If you really want to, go back to the hotel and talk about it later. I put her down and walked back to the computer.

I looked back at her and saw that she was putting on her bra. I snatched it away and said, "Don't put it on. I saw it. You can go back empty-handed later."

I don’t, I look like a little girl. Come over and grab the bra, I hug her again, kiss her neck, and she collapses in my arms again.

Okay, be obedient, that’s all. I’ll serve you well after you’re done.

She sat back next to the computer very obediently. I looked up at her and saw that she was so beautiful. The two small breasts are slightly drooping, with the nipples erect.

…finish our work as quickly as possible. I watched her put on her clothes and short skirt. Of course, I didn't give her the bra, and she couldn't snatch it away because it was in my crotch.

On the way to the elevator, I noticed that her walking posture was a little strange, so I asked her what was wrong. It’s all your fault. I’m all wet down there and it’s so uncomfortable.

Then just take it off, it saves trouble. It was the middle of the night and no one saw it. Before she could react, he pulled off her panties. She resisted a little and then obeyed me.

As soon as we closed the hotel door, I couldn't wait to hug her, and she cooperated very well by taking off all the burdens on her body. I kept kissing all the sensitive areas on her upper body that I had just discovered, and she moaned in ecstasy. Before I knew it, I realized that she had put her hand into my crotch and was stroking my penis.

Sitting at the end of the bed, I held her and made her sit above my knees. My hands kept stroking both sides of her waist, and my tongue kept kissing her two small nipples. She hugged my head tightly, moaning constantly, and her body kept shaking.

Ah...ah...XX, I can’t take it anymore, ah...ah...I suddenly had an idea, don’t call my name. His hands kept rubbing her nipples.

Ah...ah...then I'll call you brother. Ah...Brother, I want you, I want...want you!

I want it now, I haven’t had enough fun yet!

Stop…playing…. Please….

I laid her flat on the bed, and looking at her in the light of the room, she looked so sexy.

I really should get the company's camera and take a picture of what you look like now. I chuckled.

Ah...you are bad...

I was just about to take off my pants when I found a large wet spot on them. You see, I can't wear these pants tomorrow.

She raised her head slightly and saw the large wet spot on my pants. Who told you to play with me like this? You deserve it!

You're so brave, you dare to say that to me, wait and see how I'm going to deal with you. I said with a smirk on my face. I quickly took off all the coverings on my body, pushed her on the bed with her face facing outwards, and lay on top of her, putting my mouth directly on her vulva.

Ah... she screamed loudly, but because my penis blocked her mouth, I couldn't hear what she was trying to say.

I used my hands to force her legs apart and licked her vulva with my tongue. I couldn't hear what she was shouting, but I could feel my penis rubbing against her face at her mouth. Ah…ah…ah…I…am coming. As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a large amount of liquid rushing towards me.

I raised my head and looked at her slightly flushed face. She was closing her eyes and enjoying the aftertaste of the climax because of excitement.

Walk to the bed. I lay down side by side with her, supporting my body with my right elbow, kneading her small breasts with my left hand, kissing her neck, and gradually kissing her little mouth. This time she did not refuse, and actively put her tongue into my mouth, holding my head tightly with both arms, as if she was afraid that I would run away.

My left hand gradually moved down, passing through her lower abdomen and reaching her vulva. I felt that her pubic hair was sparse and very short. I used two fingers to open her labia, and my middle finger slowly squeezed into her vagina, rubbing the inner wall of her vaginal opening. She couldn't help but moan again. Her two hands loosened their embrace on my head, and her right hand immediately grabbed my penis.

Hey, be gentle, don't hold it so tightly. Maybe because I was too excited, she grabbed me and it hurt a little.

She opened her eyes, looked at me embarrassedly, smiled, pressed her face against my chest, and said while panting: Brother, why does your mouth smell fishy?

Why are you pretending to be confused? That's your own taste.

My own, puzzled look, what smell do I have?

I'm really surprised that she doesn't even know this? I find it a little unconvincing. I inserted the middle finger of my left hand into her vagina hard and felt its tightness and wetness. Right here, half of what you squirted out just now went into my mouth, and the other half was on my face. I didn’t expect that you are a woman who can squirt.

She raised her head and looked at me with a very surprised expression, I... I don’t think I have this smell, I never knew it. You seem very special. You don't even know the most basic knowledge of making love. How do you and your spouse do it? I asked with a little curiosity.

He, he is always very direct, never like you, he always goes in all at once, he doesn't play with me like you do. You haven't read any textbooks or watched any third-level movies before, but you can learn it by watching.

I don’t know whether he saw it or not, but I’m a good girl and I never look at those things.

Good girl,…I smiled and said nothing more.

You are bad. It's all your fault. He raised his arm and hit me lightly.

Yes, it's my fault. But, who makes you always make me think about you? I retorted with a smile.

I don’t know what happened. She lowered her head and whispered in my ear, “When I came to this unit and worked with you, I felt that you were someone I could rely on. That feeling was stronger than when I was with him.” I always want to be with you, but I feel that it is not right and I feel sorry for him. But I can't control myself.

I lifted her head and looked at the sincerity in her eyes. I was so moved that I kissed her gently in response to her emotion. I don’t know how I attracted her. I only know that today it was purely an impulse of mine. If I had such a thought before, it was only a fleeting thought in my mind.

I thought I was a person who could endure it, she continued, since he left, I dare not watch romance movies on TV, I don’t watch any movies at all, and even I don’t read the romance novels that I used to like to read. I’m afraid I can’t bear it. I don’t even dare to take a shower carefully, for fear of touching that place and not being able to bear it. I thought I could hold on, but ever since I saw your computer that day, I knew that everything was in vain.

My computer? What happened? Tell me. I looked at her in surprise, but with such a beauty in my arms, how could I miss her just because of talking? I stood up, kissed her small tender breasts, and continued to dig her little pussy with my left hand.

Ah… She moaned seductively. One afternoon, you went out to work with the minister. Ah… I was just about to check the information in your computer. Ah, ah, it felt so good. I accidentally found that your player was still working. I… Ah, ah… Ah…

I was listening with rapt attention when it was suddenly interrupted. I couldn't help but feel anxious, so I looked up at her and said, "Keep talking, don't stop. We won't waste time."

You...are so bad...you...do this, how can I...speak...

Then let’s not talk about anything else, just get the business done first. I laid her flat, spread her legs, knelt between her legs, held my penis with my hand, found the hole, and rushed in with a "swish".

Ah...be gentle, it hurts...ah...ah.

Maybe it was because she hadn't had sex for a long time, or maybe she was born with a narrow vagina, so when I inserted it, it felt really comfortable and tight, wrapping around my penis. I looked at her face, and the pain at the beginning turned into enjoyment. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the moistness after a long period of drought.

It might also be because he hadn't had anything fishy in days, and it was his first time having an affair. After a few piston movements, an impulse after the pleasure rose up his back, and he quickly pulled the penis out of her vagina.

She was enjoying it, but suddenly she lost that fulfilled feeling, and a sense of loss was clearly reflected on her face. She opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I didn't say anything, but just pinched the base of my penis with both hands, raised my head, took a deep breath, lowered my head, aimed at the target, and pushed my penis in again.

To be honest, I envy those penises in various erotic novels that describe a man like a stud. In all those descriptions, they are all described as being as thick as a baseball bat and as long as a rolling pin, and able to be used thousands or even tens of thousands of times without ejaculation.

But I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it from the day I became a man from a virgin. So after I got married, I tried my best to find some articles to learn such things as how to do good foreplay and how to make your woman love you more. I then applied the knowledge to my wife, and the effect was quite amazing. Every time I see my wife lying on the bed in a desperate state after having sex with her, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Today it might be a feeling of nervousness, the nervousness of having an affair for the first time, plus the first time I touched the vagina of a woman other than my wife, and I had a feeling of being a newlywed (I later asked the wolf friends around me, and almost all of them said that they gave up soon after the first time they entered), so I didn't control myself better.

After a little control, the penis may have adapted to this environment that it had never seen before, and under my operation, it began to gradually display the prowess demonstrated in previous training. Because I knew that her husband hadn't had sex with her for quite a long time, I deliberately wanted to leave her some commemoration.

I lay on top of her, sometimes fucking her like a storm, sometimes thrusting gently like a drizzle, and when I couldn't control the urge, I pulled out my penis, gently fingered her little pussy, and gently bit her nipples at the same time.

Ah…ah…her voice was getting louder and louder. Brother, brother…I…I…

Finally, the impulse after the climax could no longer be controlled and I didn't want to control it anymore. At this time, I still retained a little bit of rationality, which was that I couldn't let her get planted. Now that I think about it, it wasn't entirely for her good at the time. It was mainly because I was afraid that if such consequences occurred, I would not be able to explain to my wife. But just when I wanted to pull it out, she actually held my butt tightly with both hands. After shaking a dozen times, tens of millions of my descendants happily rushed to the finish line in her vagina.

I looked up and saw her excited face, seemingly still immersed in the climax just now. I didn't know what to say.

When is your period? Ah… she moaned. Just one week had passed.

My God, with seven in front and eight in the back, it’s not particularly safe.

She hugged me tightly, pressed her face against my chest, gasping for breath, and said nothing. I had no strength left, so I put my right hand through her neck and stroked her sweaty back, and my left hand gently pinched her nipple. They just hugged each other, with nothing to say.

In a daze, I felt her kissing my nipples gently, and she held my two testicles in her right hand and played with them, pinching them a few times mischievously. I secretly opened my eyes and watched her actions without saying a word.

My penis was erected high up in the sky again as she stroked it. She seemed surprised and secretly looked up at me. I quickly closed my eyes. She didn't seem to notice and lowered her head and licked my glans with her tongue. The stimulated baby was even more proud than before. I turned over and pretended not to know, lying flat on the bed so that she could touch my baby more conveniently.

She lay on top of me, her back facing me, her little butt sticking out, her two little hands stroking my penis, occasionally sucking it with her little cherry mouth, her two little hands stroking it clumsily, and after a while, her left hand stroking her nipple, with an expression of self-reliance seen in adult movies.

My penis has a different feeling than before, an indescribable feeling surrounds my penis, and that kind of comfort is something I have never felt before. If I have to describe it, there is only one word: awesome.

I hugged her butt against my body. She screamed and was about to turn back. I held her head with my left hand, not letting her leave her position. I put her butt on my face, with her pussy facing my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and started a new round of battle with her pink tender flesh.

I gently bit the two small pieces of flesh on the outside of her pussy, stretched my tongue into her vagina, rubbed her breasts with my right hand, and lifted my butt slightly to let my penis go as far as possible into her little mouth. I don't know how many rounds had passed, but when her vaginal fluid wet my face several times, my penis also exploded in her mouth.

Um… Um… She choked and coughed, turned her head, milky white semen hanging from the corner of her mouth, took a few breaths, and said angrily: Brother, how could you… how could you… I… I have never…

I felt a little embarrassed. After all, I couldn't control myself just now, and I was teasing her, but I still felt sorry for her.

I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself...but you also sprayed me in the face. I held her in my arms, kissed her little breasts, and cleaned the vaginal fluid on my face and mouth. The right hand also gradually moved from her flat belly to her vagina.

She hugged my head, bent her body naturally towards me, and moaned unnaturally.

I raised my head and kissed her lips again, and she stuck out her little tongue and circled it in my mouth. It can be seen that she is not even particularly skilled at kissing. I guess it has something to do with the fact that her husband has been away for a long time. I dug my fingers into her pussy hard, first with one index finger, then two fingers, then three, and occasionally lifting them upwards.

She suddenly sat on me, took my hand out of her vagina, and clumsily inserted my half-hard penis into her vagina little by little. With a cry of "ah", she lay on me again, and I lay motionless, stroking her breasts with one hand and pinching her little butt with the other hand weakly.

My penis was gradually regaining consciousness in her warm, wet and tight vagina. What puzzled me was that its secondary erection speed was abnormally faster than before. But no matter what, it was better to be fully erect than to be half-hearted.

After a while, she raised her head, closed her eyes, supported her body with both hands on my sides, slightly raised her buttocks, then put it down, raised it again, and put it down again. With each entry of the penis, her mouth made rhythmic "ah...ah" sounds.

I looked at her with great interest. I have been married for nearly ten years. Although I play different tricks with my wife every time and have different feelings, I have never had such a special feeling as this time. Although I have read a lot of erotic literature and know what the so-called famous instruments of women are, it is completely different when those instruments are used on my wife.

But at this moment, I would rather believe that this little woman on me is indeed holding a famous instrument, because my penis always feels a kind of sucking feeling, and what I can feel more clearly is that her vaginal fluid is continuously flowing down along my thin stick, and every time she falls, it is accompanied by gurgling sounds over and over again and a sound that I cannot accurately describe, similar to a heavy object hitting the water, and it gives me a kind of pleasure just listening to it.

Finally, she let out a long scream and collapsed on me, but because I was too focused on her expression and enjoying the sound, I had no urge to ejaculate at all. I simply held her little butt and pumped hard under her. She seemed to have no perception and let my movements gradually increase in amplitude and frequency. Finally, I could no longer control my urge and sent all my essence into her body once again. Then I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I found that I was the only one in the room. I looked around and saw that her clothes were still there. I listened carefully and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom door, shouted "I'm coming in", walked inside and pushed open the door. In the steamy bathroom, a naked woman was standing under the shower head with her eyes closed and her head slightly raised, as if she was enjoying the stimulation of the water hitting her skin.

Her slightly dark skin created an obvious contrast in this slightly dark little room. Her small breasts were slightly raised. The hot water slid down her flat belly to her vulva, combing her pubic hair neatly. Although she was not tall, her calves were straight and her legs were slightly close together. The gap between her legs was probably not enough to accommodate a palm.

I walked over and hugged her tightly, with my hands resting on her back and her soft buttocks. She hugged me too, with her hands tightly around my neck and her head pressed against my chest. We didn't say anything to each other, just stood there silently, letting the hot water hit our bodies.

I don't know how much time had passed, but we both raised our heads at the same time. She didn't say anything, but just gently circled my left breast with her right hand.

I turned off the shower head, picked up the bath gel and poured it directly on her back, then gently smeared the bath gel on every corner of her back, from top to bottom. When I reached her buttocks, my fingers paused for a moment on her anus. Her body trembled slightly, and she pushed me away, looking at me with a little anger. She turned around and gently wiped my body from top to bottom with a towel soaked in shower gel. When she wiped my penis, she looked up at me again, said nothing, and carefully wiped my penis from inside to outside.

I felt her tenderness towards me, and used my hands to spread the bath gel on her back little by little towards the front of her body, from top to bottom, bit by bit, gently passing over her breasts, across her cleavage, across her lower abdomen, and across her black and slightly yellowish valley. Her body shook again until the clean water washed away all the foam on both of us.

When I returned to the room, I turned off the central air conditioning as usual. She was stunned, and her eyes showed gratitude for my action.

Both of them seemed a little embarrassed by their frankness. They turned around and did what they wanted to do. At this moment, it seemed that there was nothing else for me to do except put on my clothes.