Wall Street Women's Night Out

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In Beijing, winters end exceptionally early. After finishing the last document, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Dean Wu pulled 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, now working in real estate 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; Emma was the youngest among them.) The candlelight flickered at the table. Emma busied herself, 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 purpose was; she was trying to build connections since only three foreign teachers would be rehired next semester. She learned quickly, knowing how easy it is to talk at the Chinese dinner table!
“It can’t compare to the New Year’s Eve dinner. It’s just turkey and potatoes. We American women aren’t great cooks, but dessert is our specialty.” Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully. “It’ll be an unforgettable experience for you!”
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!”
There was a rustling sound.
“Alright, unforgettable, right?”
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. Beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. High, firm breasts, a full waist, rounded buttocks, curvaceous and shapely. A flesh-colored transparent nightgown, no bra, no panties. On the white, high breasts, two slightly trembling pink nipples; between the soft, plump mounds of the vulva, a soft, smooth golden mound.
The man took a step back, the woman took a step 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 sea accepts all rivers, people accept mistresses, don't you want some? Aren't I sweet enough?"
(Aren't I sweet enough? Don't you want some?) The woman's tender, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around the man's neck, and then, a long, slender, white thigh wrapped around his waist, her soft vulva pressing 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, 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, letting out a long sigh.
"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 lowly lecturer, penniless, while my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house, and then our finances collapsed; there were layoffs 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 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 that he would give Fang’er a proper status.”
“Did he, that bastard, keep his word?”
"Yes, his wife, what a coincidence, is also named Emma. She couldn't stand him anyway, extorted a huge sum of money, and then dumped him like a fart."
"So how are they doing now?"
"They got 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 the blink of an eye. It's true what they say, fortunes change."
Emma said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I never expected this. I thought you'd always had it so easy. I'm a woman with a hard life too. When I was interning at Lehman Brothers, my boss was named Jack, shit. American names are so monotonous. One night, he kept me behind and shoved that thing in my mouth, saying oral sex doesn't count as intercourse and that 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 an interview. I knew it was that bastard who was behind it. But I had no choice but to go along with him. 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 know what the future holds? Idiot! Now, it's all over. That old bastard's thing is no longer good, so he beats me. I'm a woman, and I've come all this way to be humiliated."
The woman was about to kneel down as she spoke of her painful past.
“I don’t care if I 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 supported the woman.
The hearts of the Chinese and American people are connected.
“Emma, don’t be like that, I told you, it’s not that bad. I might as well reveal a little, the teachers and students have a very high opinion of you, unlike those guys who keep saying ‘brother, I was on Wall Street.’ Everyone says your classes are very practical, some of them aren’t in the syllabus, like how you talk about how to estimate the inflation in financial statements, that’s very popular! The students say you also teach them how to dress properly, the graduating class has benefited a lot!”
“However, there are also negative reactions.” Dean Wu smiled, “Several girls from other departments came to complain that their boyfriends who took your class gave them a hard time afterward, saying they were unfashionable.”
Emma also smiled, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.
“Emma, I’ve been too busy and haven’t attended your classes. How do you manage to make those boys so infatuated? Don’t tell me you’re wearing this to the podium.”
“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 alluring 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 and carried through the bedroom door, landing on the large Simmons bed. Her clothes were thrown to the floor one by one: the man’s sweater, vest, trousers, briefs, socks, and shoes; and the woman’s silk shirt, suit skirt, lace bra, and lace-trimmed panties.
Emma closed her eyes.
His hot, smooth body pressed against hers, his gentle, large hands skillfully caressing every hill, every plain, and every ravine, 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 him. His 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 desire rising within her. The man straightened up, gently parted her legs, knelt between them, and carefully, his hard, iron-like penis slowly sank into her pale golden pubic hair.
"Fang'er, I'm here."
"So good!" the woman moaned, yearning.
(So good! A Chinese-made penis thrusts into the tender opening of the American beauty.) Outside the window, the north wind howls.
Inside, candlelight flickers, the boudoir warm.
The man's movements are not rough, not wild, only infinite tenderness and care. The woman is like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling at will.
"Oh, Fang'er, oh, Fang'er."
Suddenly, snowflakes begin to fall outside, swirling and endlessly.
In the warm, soft candlelight, the passionate couple offer themselves to each other, promising eternity.
Emma thought she would forever be intoxicated by the gentle waves, but then the man's thrusts came. Heavy breathing fills her ears, growing increasingly rapid! Between his legs, frantic thrusting, growing more and more intense! A series of storms tosses and turns, throwing the woman to the bottom and pushing her to the crest of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melted soul floating out of her body, dancing in the air like a feather. She looked down and saw a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, tightly entwined on the soft, comfortable bed, inseparable. The woman clung to the man's broad arms, her legs clamped tightly around his waist through 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 and pleaded desperately.
"Ah, deeper! Deeper! Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!"
"Oh, Fang'er, I'm coming! Oh, here you go! Here you go!"
The man's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and finally, the woman's high-heeled shoe rolled off. The passionate couple trembled, their semen gushing forth, their juices flowing freely. They melted together, limp and powerless.
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 on porn sites that people often say 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'll have to whip us! I've traded biotech stocks, do you know which pharmaceutical companies in America are most bullish on 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 Koreans and Japanese, I can’t remember—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 Korea and Vietnam! You’re like mountains, from Shangganling to the Kejie Lang River Valley, from Zhenbao Island to Liangshan! How come you hesitate 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 tingling sensation, her sexy red lips enveloped the swollen glans.
Our Dean Wu couldn’t 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’re not Fang’er, you’re Emma, the one and only Emma, I need you!”
The Chinese man once again pressed the beautiful Hu woman down between his legs, his raging penis thrusting forward.
“I’ve heard that there are some kind of bedroom arts in ancient China, darling, tell me about them.”
“Alright, learning and practicing is always a pleasure, let’s start with the simplest one! It’s also known as ‘the old man pushing the cart.’” Dean Wu got up, “Kneel 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 buttocks and dark cleft. Hairy, wet, dark red labia trembled slightly. This was unbearable! He held his hard, steel-like penis, pressed it against her wet, tender opening, took a deep breath, grasped the woman’s slender waist, and slowly thrust forward! The swollen, purplish glans of the Chinese-made penis parted the delicate labia and slowly squeezed into the American woman's body. Then, the relentless shaft, little by little, inch by inch, finally slid in completely.
East met West.
"Oh, so good!" Emma moaned, her fair, full buttocks involuntarily swaying with the man's friction. The man's panting, the woman's moans, the collision of their lower abdomens and buttocks, and the "pop," "pop" of the wet penis sliding back and forth in the sticky vagina echoed in the night air.
Dean Wu, supporting the woman's waist, calmly performed the nine shallow, one deep technique, slowly savoring and enjoying the sensation.
The American woman's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her fair, high buttocks swaying back and forth, her love juice flowing down like a stream. With each thrust of the man, the pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, unstoppable!
"Ah, don't stop! Lord, fuck me, fuck me hard!"
(Fire from behind a mountain.) (Pouring candles upside down.) Midnight had passed, and the entire apartment building was silent and dark, except for one window, where a tireless light still shone. The Chinese Traditional Culture Symposium was still going on in depth and for a long time.

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