Wall Street Women's Night Feast

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In Beijing, winter nights fall exceptionally early. After finishing the last document, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Dean Wu wrapped his coat tighter, picked up his briefcase, and hurried towards the faculty apartment. Today was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Dean Wu had accepted an invitation from Emma, a foreign teacher, to enjoy her Christmas dinner. Emma had been laid off from Lehman Brothers in the fall; her husband was also a Lehman executive and now worked in real estate in New Jersey. This semester, the business school had temporarily hired several high-

earning professionals from Wall Street, including both overseas Chinese and Americans;

Emma was the youngest among them. The candlelight flickered at the table. Emma was busy, dressed in all black: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Dean Wu knew exactly what the American woman's intentions were. Only three foreign teachers would be rehired next semester; this woman wanted to build connections. She learned quickly, knowing how easy it is to talk at the dinner table in China!

It couldn't compare to the New Year's Eve dinner—just turkey and potatoes. We American women aren't great cooks, but dessert is our specialty. Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully, "I'll make sure you never forget it!"

The turkey and potatoes were finally cleared away. Dean Wu smiled and said, " It

's going to be unforgettable. Should I close my eyes?"

"Okay, close them. No peeking!"

A rustling sound followed.

"Alright, you'll never forget this!"

Dean Wu opened his eyes and jumped up abruptly:

"Emma, what are you doing?!"

A beautiful woman stood there, graceful and elegant. Blue eyes, golden hair. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her lips were red and her teeth were white. High, firm breasts, a full waist, and rounded, shapely hips. She wore a flesh-colored, transparent nightgown, without a bra or panties. On her fair, high breasts, two slightly trembling pink nipples; between her soft, plump mons pubis, a soft, golden mound.

The man took a step back, the woman stepped forward.

"Don't do this! This is a school, not a brothel, much less the White House, and you're not an intern!"

"So what?" "The ocean accepts all rivers, men accept mistresses, don't you want some? Am I not sweet enough?"

(Am I not sweet enough? Don't you want some?) The woman's tender, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around the man's neck, followed by a long, slender, white thigh that coiled around his waist. Her soft vulva pressed against a hard object, grinding against it.

The man forcefully pushed the woman away. "

This isn't America! Please have some self-respect!"

Falling to the ground, the woman cried. "

It's over! It's all over! You look down on me now, and you won't renew my contract! My whole family is unemployed, there's the mortgage, and I still owe 100,000 yuan on credit cards, God, what am I going to do?"

Dean Wu listened quietly and sighed deeply. "

Things aren't that bad, and I didn't look down on you, really!"

Dean Wu helped Emma up, trying not to touch her naked body. "

Emma, you're a woman, so let me tell you a story.

You know, I've been married twice. My ex-wife was the best woman in the world, but we only lived together for less than a year. Back then, I was just a small lecturer, penniless, while my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house, and then our finances collapsed; layoffs were everywhere. To keep her job, my wife slept with her boss, Jack. That bastard went too far, even coming to my house, where I caught them. I panicked, grabbed a lamp, and smashed his head open—blood gushed out. He knelt down and begged, and my wife held me tightly, which saved his life. I kicked them both out! Get them as far away as possible!"

Later, I learned the whole story, and I regretted it! But before kicking them out, I did one good thing. I made that bastard swear a solemn oath to give Fang'er a proper title.

Did he, that bastard, keep his word?

Hmm, his wife, coincidentally, is also named Emma. She couldn't stand him anyway, extorted a huge sum of money, and then dumped him like a fart.

Are they doing well now?

They're married, have a child, in Canada. You know that place, you won't starve, even if you don't eat well. Sigh, more than ten years have passed in a flash. It's true what they say, fortunes change.

Emma said, tears welling up in her eyes. "

I never thought you'd have it so easy. I thought you'd always had it so good." I'm a woman with a hard life too. During my internship at Lehman Brothers, my boss's name was Jack—shit! American names are so monotonous. One night, he kept me behind, shoved his penis in my mouth, and said oral sex didn't count as intercourse, and that complaining was useless. I ran home and caught my boyfriend and my best female friend in bed together.

I couldn't do anything; not a single company gave me even a single interview. I knew that bastard was behind it all. But I had no choice but to give in. The first two years were okay; we squandered our money. Now, it's all over. That bastard has no skills other than falsifying accounts; he even became a real estate agent—doesn't he realize the consequences?! Idiot! Now, it's all over. That old bastard's penis is useless now, and he beats me. I'm a woman, coming all this way to be humiliated.

When you touch a raw nerve, women will kneel down. "

I don't care if you don't teach, I can be your secretary, Dean, please save the market!" "I don't want to take nude photos for Playboy!"

"No! No!" It's been almost a century since the abdication of the Xuantong Emperor. Dean Wu quickly helped the woman up. "

The hearts of the Chinese and American people are connected."

"Oh my god, don't be like that, I told you, it's not that bad." "I might reveal a little, the teachers and students have a very high opinion of you. You're not like those guys who keep saying 'brother, when I was on Wall Street.' Everyone says your classes are very practical, some of which aren't in the syllabus, like how you talk about estimating the inflation in financial statements, which is very popular!" "The students say you also teach them how to dress properly, the graduating class benefited greatly!"

However, there are also negative reactions. Dean Wu smiled. Several girls from other departments came to complain that their boyfriends, after attending her class, gave them the cold shoulder and called them unfashionable.

Emma smiled too, and the atmosphere relaxed.

"Emma, I've been too busy to attend your class. How do you manage to make those young men so infatuated? Don't tell me you went to the podium wearing just that." "

Of course not, it's simple, wait a minute!"

The woman turned and went into the bedroom.

There was another rustling sound.

Dean Wu slowly stood up, and a charming and elegant white-collar woman appeared before him, so real. A creamy white silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Fang'er, it's you! You're back! You're finally back!"

The woman was lifted up, carried through the bedroom door, and placed on the large Simmons bed. Her clothes were tossed to the floor: the man's sweater, vest, trousers, briefs, socks, and shoes; and the woman's silk blouse, suit skirt, lace bra, and lace panties.

Emma closed her eyes.

A hot, smooth body pressed against her, gentle, large hands skillfully caressing every hill, every plain, and every valley, again and again. Thick, full lips bit into the woman's earlobe: "

Fang'er, don't go again, I won't let you go."

The woman's body went limp, languidly yearning for the man. His gentle lips and tongue continued their exploration, from top to bottom, from the outside in, kissing every nook and cranny, every forest and meadow. The woman's body grew hotter and hotter, a surge of desire rising within her. The man straightened up, gently parted the woman's legs, knelt between them, and carefully, his hard, iron-like penis slowly sank into the pale golden pubic hair.

"Fang'er, I'm coming.

It feels so good!" With a moan, the woman yearned.

(Ah, so good! A Chinese-made penis thrusts into the tender hole of an American beauty.) Outside the window, the north wind howls.

Inside, the candlelight flickers, the boudoir warm.

The man's movements are not rough, not wild, only infinite tenderness and infinite care. The woman is like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling as she pleases.

Oh, Fang'er, oh, Fang'er.

Suddenly, snowflakes begin to fall outside the window, swirling and endlessly.

In the warm, soft candlelight, the passionate couple offer themselves to each other, forever.

Emma thought she would forever be intoxicated by the gentle waves, but then the man's thrust arrives. In her ears, heavy breathing grows ever more rapid! Between his legs, frantic thrusting, ever more intense! A series of violent storms tossed the woman to the depths of despair, then propelled her to the crest of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melting soul drifting out of her body, fluttering in the air like feathers. She looked down and saw a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, tightly entwined on the soft, comfortable bed, inseparable. The woman clung tightly to the man's broad arms, her legs clamped tightly around his waist through thin flesh-colored stockings. One high-heeled shoe still clung precariously to her taut toes, swaying with the rhythm of their intercourse, while the other was nowhere to be found.

The woman moaned desperately, pleading, "

Ah, deeper! Deeper!" "Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!

Oh, Fang'er, I'm coming! Oh, it's for you! It's for you!"

The man's breathing grew more and more rapid, and finally, the woman's high heels rolled off her feet. The passionate couple trembled, their semen gushing forth, their love flowing freely. They melted together, limp together.

Dean Wu lay contentedly on the bed, Emma's head resting on his chest, gently stroking her smooth belly. "

I'm so jealous of your ex-wife."

There was no response.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke:

"Emma, did I do well?"

"What is it?" "

I mean, did I satisfy you?"

"Of course! I don't lie in bed!" Emma teased, "You're great, really. I like gentle men."

"That's good." The man laughed too. "I see people on porn sites saying we're not as good as your men.

That's nonsense! I started dating when I was fifteen, I know men too well! We American men, if we don't take pills after thirty-five, we get whipped! I've traded biotech stocks, do you know which pharmaceutical companies in America are the most promising? Birth control pills and aphrodisiacs! Birth control pills are because we have too many teenage mothers, aphrodisiacs are because our men are too bad!"

Emma's hand continued to stroke downwards. "

When I was in school, I dated Asian boys, South Korean? Japanese? I can't remember, anyway, they were all so insecure. But you're different, you're Chinese men!" These are the Chinese men who beat our men to a pulp in North Korea and Vietnam! You're like mountains, stretching from Shangganling to the Kejie Lang River Valley, from Zhenbao Island to Liangshan! Why are you hesitant in bed?

Emma, you know so much. I think

the Chinese man couldn't continue, because the American beauty had already grasped his penis and was slowly stroking it. A wave of warmth, a wave of tingling, her sexy red lips enveloped his swollen glans.

How could our Dean Wu withstand such stimulation?

Ah, ah, Emma, stop! I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth!

Dean Wu pulled the woman into his arms, kissing her tenderly.

What a night this is, to meet such a wonderful woman!

Darling, give me one more time, please? Treat me like Fang'er.

No, you're not Fang'er, you're Emma, the one and only Emma, I need you!

The Chinese man once again pinned the beautiful Hu woman beneath him, his raging penis thrusting forward. "

I've heard that ancient China had some kind of bedroom arts, darling, tell me about them?"

"Alright, isn't it delightful to learn and practice what you've learned? Let's start with the simplest one, 'Fire from a distance,' also known as 'the old man pushing the cart.'" Dean Wu got up, knelt down! Spread your legs! Stick your butt out! Yes, stick your butt out a little higher, spread your legs a little wider!

Dean Wu knelt between the woman's legs, staring at her white, tender buttocks and the dark cleft. Hairy, wet, dark red labia trembled slightly. This is intolerable! He held his hard, steel-like penis against her wet, tender opening, took a deep breath, grasped the woman's slender waist, and slowly thrust forward! The swollen, purplish-red glans, made in China, parted the two delicate labia and slowly squeezed into the American woman's body. Then, the unyielding penis, little by little, inch by inch, finally, was completely inside.

When East meets West.

Oh, so good! Emma moaned, her fair, full buttocks involuntarily twisting with the man's friction. The man's panting, the woman's moans, the slapping of their bellies and buttocks against each other, and the soft, wet sounds of his penis sliding back and forth in her sticky vagina echoed in the night air.

Dean Wu, supporting the woman's waist, calmly and deliberately used the nine shallow, one deep technique, savoring and enjoying the sensation.

The American woman's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her white, high buttocks swaying back and forth, her love juice flowing like a stream. With each thrust of the man, pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, unstoppable!

Ah, don't stop! Lord, fuck me, fuck me hard!

(A fire is lit across the mountain.) (Candles are poured over the flame.) Midnight has passed, and the entire apartment building is silent and dark, except for one window, where a tireless light still shines. The Chinese Traditional Culture Symposium is still going on in depth and for a long time.

Guanyin seated on a lotus.

Candles are poured over the flame.

Winter in Beijing gets dark particularly early. After finishing the last document, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Dean Wu wrapped his coat tighter, picked up his briefcase, and walked quickly towards the teachers' apartment. Today is December 24th, which is Christmas Eve in the West. Dean Wu accepted the invitation from foreign teacher Emma to enjoy her Christmas dinner. Emma was laid off from Lehman Brothers in the fall. It is said that her husband was also a senior executive at Lehman Brothers and is now in the real estate business in New Jersey.

This semester, the business school temporarily hired several high-earning professionals from Wall Street, including both Chinese and Americans. Emma was the youngest among them.

(This semester, the business school temporarily hired several high-earning professionals from Wall Street, and Emma was the youngest among them.) At the dining table, candlelight flickered. Emma was busy, dressed in all black: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Dean Wu clearly understood the American woman's intentions; he only renewed three foreign teachers for the next semester, and this woman was trying to build connections. She learned quickly, knowing how easy it is to talk at the dinner table in China!

It couldn't compare to the New Year's Eve dinner; it was just turkey and potatoes. We American women aren't great cooks, but dessert is our forte. Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully, "I'll make sure you never forget this!"

The turkey and potatoes were finally taken away. Dean Wu smiled and said, "

It's going to be unforgettable. Should I close my eyes?

" "Okay, close them, no peeking!"

A rustling sound. "

Alright, unforgettable now!"

Dean Wu opened his eyes and jumped up abruptly:

"Emma, what are you doing?!"

A beautiful woman stood gracefully. Blue eyes, golden hair. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her lips were red and her teeth were white. High, firm breasts, a full waist, and rounded hips, all perfectly proportioned. She wore a flesh-colored, sheer nightgown, without a bra or panties. On her fair, high breasts, two slightly trembling pink nipples; between her soft, plump mons pubis, a soft, golden mound.

The man took a step back, the woman stepped forward. "

Don't do this! This is a school, not a brothel, much less the White House, and you're not an intern!"

"So what? The ocean accepts all rivers, men accept mistresses, don't you want some? Am I not sweet enough?"

(Am I not sweet enough? Don't you want some?) The woman's tender, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around the man's neck, followed by a long, slender, white thigh that coiled around his waist. Her soft vulva pressed against a hard object, grinding against it.

The man pushed the woman away forcefully. "

This isn't America! Please have some self-respect!"

The woman fell to the ground and cried. "

It's over! It's all over! You look down on me now, and you won't renew my contract! My whole family is unemployed, there's the mortgage, and I still owe 100,000 yuan on credit cards. God, what am I going to do?"

Dean Wu listened quietly and sighed deeply. "

Things aren't that bad, and I didn't look down on you, really!"

Dean Wu helped Emma up, trying not to touch her naked body.

Emma, you're a woman, so let me tell you a story.

You know, I've been married twice. My ex-wife was the best woman in the world, but we only lived together for less than a year. Back then, I was just a small-time lecturer, broke, and my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house, and then our finances collapsed; layoffs were everywhere. To keep her job, my wife slept with her boss, Jack. That bastard went too far and came to my house, where I caught them. I panicked, grabbed a lamp, and smashed his head open—blood gushed out. He knelt down and begged, and my wife held me tightly, which saved his life. I kicked them both out! I wanted them to get as far away as possible!

Later, when I learned the whole story, I regretted it! But before kicking them out, I did one good deed. I made that bastard swear a solemn oath to give Fang'er a proper status.

Did he keep his word?

Hmm, his wife, coincidentally, is also named Emma. She never wanted to live with him anyway, extorted a huge sum of money, and then dumped him like a fart. Are

they doing well now?

They're married, have a child, in Canada. You know that place, you won't starve, even if you don't eat well. Sigh, more than ten years have passed in a flash. The wheel of fortune really turns.

Emma said, tears welling in her eyes.

"I never expected this. I thought you'd always had it easy. I'm a woman with a hard life too. When I was interning at Lehman Brothers, my boss's name was Jack. Shit, American names are so monotonous. One night, he kept me behind, shoved that thing in my mouth, and said oral sex doesn't count as intercourse, and complaining wouldn't do any good. I ran home and caught my boyfriend and my best female classmate in bed together."

I had no choice; not a single company gave me even a single interview. I knew it was that bastard who was behind it all. But I had no choice but to go along with him. The first two years were alright; we squandered everything. Now, it's all over. That bastard has no skills other than falsifying accounts; he even became a real estate agent, without considering the consequences! Foolish man! Now, it's all over; that old bastard's thing is no longer working, so he beats me. I, a woman, have come all this way to embarrass myself.

When the sore spot is touched, the woman is about to kneel. "

I don't care about teaching anymore; I can be your secretary, Dean, please save the market!" "I don't want to take nude photos for Playboy!"

"No! No!" It's been almost a century since the abdication of the Xuantong Emperor. Dean Wu quickly helped the woman up.

The hearts of the Chinese and American people are linked.

Emma, don't be like that. I told you, it's not that bad. I might as well reveal a little something: the teachers and students speak very highly of you. You're not like those guys who always say "brother, I was on Wall Street." Everyone says your classes are very practical, with some topics not in the syllabus. For example, your lesson on how to estimate the inflation rate in reports is very popular! The students say you also teach them how to dress properly, and the graduating class has benefited greatly!

However, there are also negative reactions. Dean Wu smiled; several girls from other departments came to complain that their boyfriends, after taking your class, gave them a hard time and called them unfashionable.

Emma smiled too, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Emma, I've been too busy to attend your classes. How do you manage to make those young men so infatuated? "Don't tell me you went to the podium wearing this."

"Of course not, it's simple, wait a minute!"

The woman turned and went into the bedroom.

Another rustling sound.

Dean Wu slowly stood up, and a charming and elegant white-collar woman appeared before him, so real. A cream-colored silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Tears welled up in her eyes. "

Fang'er, it's you, you're back! You're finally back!"

The woman was lifted up, carried through the bedroom door, and placed on the large Simmons bed. Clothes were thrown to the ground, piece by piece: men's sweaters, vests, trousers, briefs, socks, and leather shoes; and women's silk blouses, suits, lace bras, and lace panties.

Emma closed her eyes.

A hot, smooth body pressed against hers, gentle, large hands skillfully caressing every hill, every plain, and every valley, again and again. Thick, full lips bit her earlobe: "

Fang'er, don't go anymore, I won't let you go."

Her body went limp, languidly yearning for the man. Gentle lips and tongue continued to roam, from top to bottom, from the outside in, kissing every nook and cranny, every forest and meadow. Her body grew hotter and hotter, a surge of spring tide rising within her. The man straightened up, gently parted the woman's legs, knelt between them, and carefully, his hard, iron-like penis slowly slid into the pale golden pubic hair.

"Fang'er, I'm here.

So good!" The woman moaned, yearning.

(So good! A Chinese-made penis enters the tender vagina of an American beauty.) Outside the window, the north wind howled.

Inside, the candlelight flickered, the boudoir warm.

The man's movements were not rough, not wild, only infinite tenderness and care. The woman was like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling as she pleased.

"Oh, Fang'er, oh, Fang'er."

Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall outside the window, swirling and endlessly.

In the warm, soft candlelight, the passionate couple offered themselves to each other, promising eternity.

Emma thought she would forever be immersed in these gentle waves, but then the man's thrusts came. Her ears were filled with heavy, increasingly rapid breathing! Between his legs, the frenzied thrusting grew more and more intense! A storm of passion tossed the woman to the depths of despair, then propelled her to the crest of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melted soul drifting out of her body, fluttering in the air like a feather. She looked down and saw on the soft, comfortable bed, a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, tightly entwined, inseparable. The woman clung tightly to the man's broad arms, her legs clamped tightly around his waist through her thin, flesh-colored stockings. One high-heeled shoe clung precariously to her taut toes, swaying with the rhythm of their intercourse, while the other was nowhere to be seen.

The woman moaned desperately, pleading, "

Ah, deeper! Deeper! Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!

Oh, Fang'er, I'm coming! Oh, it's for you! It's for you!"

The man's breathing grew more rapid, and finally, the woman's high heels rolled off her feet. The passionate couple trembled, semen gushing forth, their juices flowing freely. They melted together, limp together.

Dean Wu lay contentedly on the bed, Emma's head resting on his chest, gently stroking her smooth belly.

"I'm so jealous of your ex-wife."

There was no response.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke:

"Emma, did I do well?

" "What?

I mean, did I satisfy you?"

"Of course! I don't lie in bed!" Emma teased, "You're great, really, I like gentle men." "

That's good." The man laughed too. "I see people on porn sites saying we're not as good as your men.

That's nonsense! I started dating when I was fifteen, I know men too well! If American men don't take their pills after thirty-five, they get whipped! I've traded biotech stocks, do you know which pharmaceutical companies in America are the most promising? Birth control pills and aphrodisiacs! Birth control pills are because we have too many teenage mothers, and aphrodisiacs are because our men are too bad!"

Emma's hand continued its downward stroke.

"When I was in school, I dated Asian boys, from South Korea? Japan? I can't remember, but they were all so insecure. But you're different, you're Chinese men! You're the Chinese men who beat our men to a pulp in North Korea and Vietnam!" You're like mountains, stretching from Shangganling to the Kejie Lang River Valley, from Zhenbao Island to Liangshan! Why are you hesitating in bed?

Emma, you know so much. I think

the Chinese man couldn't continue, because the American beauty had already grasped his penis and was slowly stroking it. A wave of warmth, a wave of tingling, her sexy red lips took his swollen glans into her mouth.

How could our Dean Wu withstand such stimulation?

Ah, ah, Emma, stop! I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth!

Dean Wu pulled the woman into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

What a night this is, to meet such a wonderful woman!

Darling, give me one more time, okay? Just treat me like Fang'er.

No, you are not Fang'er, you are Emma, the one and only Emma, I need you!

The Chinese man once again pressed the beautiful Hu woman beneath him, his raging penis thrusting forward. "

I've heard that we have some kind of bedroom arts in ancient China, darling, tell me about them?"

"Alright, isn't it delightful to learn and practice what you've learned? Let's start with the simplest one, 'Fire from a distance,' also known as 'the old man pushing the cart.'" Dean Wu got up, knelt down! Spread your legs! Stick your butt out! Yes, stick your butt out a little higher, spread your legs a little wider!

Dean Wu knelt between the woman's legs, staring at her white, tender buttocks and the dark cleft. Hairy, wet, dark red labia trembled slightly. This is intolerable! He held his hard, steel-like penis against her wet, tender opening, took a deep breath, grasped the woman's slender waist, and slowly thrust forward! The swollen, purplish-red glans, made in China, parted the two delicate labia and slowly squeezed into the American woman's body. Then, the unyielding penis, little by little, inch by inch, finally, was completely inside.

When East meets West.

Oh, so good! Emma moaned, her fair, full buttocks involuntarily twisting with the man's friction. The man's panting, the woman's moans, the slapping of their bellies and buttocks against each other, and the soft, wet sounds of his penis sliding back and forth in her sticky vagina echoed in the night air.

Dean Wu, supporting the woman's waist, calmly and deliberately used the nine shallow, one deep technique, savoring and enjoying the sensation.

The American woman's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her white, high buttocks swaying back and forth, her love juice flowing like a stream. With each thrust of the man, pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, unstoppable!

Ah, don't stop! Lord, fuck me, fuck me hard!

(Sparking fire across the mountain.) (Pouring candles down.) Midnight has passed, and the entire apartment building is silent and dark, except for one window, where a tireless light still shines. The Symposium on Traditional Chinese Culture continues in depth and persistence.

Guanyin seated on a lotus.

Pouring candles down.

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