The buffet attendant's daughter

At my workplace, there's a buffet run by a woman in her fifties, and her daughter, who is half her age, works in our accounting department. I won't mention her name; I'll call her "HER." So, while celebrating a professional holiday, naturally drinking alcohol, and quite a lot at that, after a couple of hours, people started quietly dispersing. Although I'm a programmer, I used to be a professional soldier, and my health doesn't let me down—so it takes a fair amount of alcohol to knock me out. In the end, the only ones left standing were me and "HER." I drank honestly, while "HER" skipped many rounds but was tipsy.

Left alone together, I started subtly hitting on

"HER." I like voluptuous women: not fat, but rather plump, with something to hold onto. That's exactly what "HER" was like.

When things went further, she started resisting, although during the flirting—she clearly gave consent.

The point is: special forces units of intelligence agencies—they're not like a drunk paratrooper; in short, I gently restrained her and BELIEVE ME—I didn't just take her by force, but literally T-O-O-K H-E-R (!!!) in every position!!!

Since my memory doesn't fail me even after a drunken brawl, when drinking alcohol—I was already planning to turn myself in to the police the next morning, but when I came to work the next day, I was called to the accounting department, kissed, thanked (verbally), and even got a hint of continuation, though if I were in "HER" place, I would have killed.

First: she was a virgin.

Second: I tore both her ass and her p*ssy.

In short, she complained to me about myself, and I explained to her that after the first time, you can't leave the little guy idle. So, I've been plowing... her ever since.