Strict female manager

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My strict female supervisor
, a 28-year-old Hong Konger with a Master's degree in Business Administration from Australia (one year older than me), is May.
We work for an international company, and she was headhunted. We have branches in Taipei, Taichung, Tainan, Kaohsiung, and major cities in mainland China.
She wears a business suit every day and looks like a very serious and capable woman, but her attractive appearance is undeniable. When the company established a new project department, we were both transferred there. For over a year, we frequently traveled to various branches in Taiwan and mainland China for training and meetings. Our relationship was somewhat adversarial, sometimes disagreeing, sometimes united. Sometimes she would invite me to dinner after work, and sometimes we would leave after arguing. I think this kind of situation is common in every company and among colleagues.
This time, I was on a three-day business trip to Tainan. On the first day, I was quite energetic. After work, I had dinner with the branch office staff and went to the night market. Around 9 PM, she and I took a taxi to the hotel where we had booked a room. In the morning, she insisted on communicating in English. Since I speak Taiwanese English, she called to book the room herself. Perhaps because there were no rooms left, we only managed to book one room. When we got to the front desk, we got the key, and when we opened the door, oh dear, it was a double bed! She was furious and took the elevator downstairs with me. At the front desk, she sternly negotiated with the staff in English. Later, because there were no other rooms available, the hotel staff mobilized their limited number of staff for the night and went to great lengths to change to two single beds. By then, it was already past 11 PM. After finally getting into the room, she went to take a shower first, while I naturally watched TV. Because we travel for work so often, neither of us was too reserved. But I don't know when she finished showering or what happened after that, because I had already gone to sleep while watching TV.
The next day, I got up early to take a shower, and I heard her knocking on the door. "How much longer are you going to shower?" she asked, knocking.
"What? I'm not going to be late," I replied.
"I need to use the restroom," she said, emphasizing each word.
I unlocked the door, drew the curtain, and said, "Okay, come in."
I heard the door open outside the curtain, some rustling sounds, and then the toilet seat closing. I thought she should have taken her pants off by now. Men are always hard-pressed in the morning, and with a familiar face beside me, a passionate sexual fantasy was inevitable. Suddenly, I heard the flushing water. It seemed my hope that she would open the curtain was dashed.
I thought, "Yeah, as soon as I draw the curtain in the morning, that's my chance." I gave a stupid laugh.
Soon after work, I went to the restaurant with the branch office staff. Since the two-day main meeting had ended, my colleagues started ordering alcohol. Amy, of course, couldn't drink to her heart's content; she only had one or two drinks, just to be on the lookout. I also had a few sips. We returned to the hotel around nine o'clock. She was unusually humming a song as she walked into the room. As soon as she entered, she leaned back in her chair, seemingly completely relaxed. "I heard that taking a shower after drinking is bad for your health, so you should go shower first," she said coldly.
"You really know how to harm people without using a knife," I thought, picking up my clothes and heading towards the bathroom.
I thought to myself, "Didn't I just shower this morning? Why the hell do I need to shower again?" I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and although I occasionally fantasized about my penis getting hard a few times, I still showered properly. When I came out, she was already asleep in the chair. "Okay, it's your turn."
She didn't respond, so she must really be asleep. I walked closer to her.
"It's your turn to shower."
"Okay," she said, getting up and walking towards the bed.
She lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and went to sleep. I watched TV for a bit, feeling bored, and then went to my bed to try and sleep too. But I couldn't fall asleep at all. My lust was raging, and my thoughts about sex were flowing like a spring. In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, I heard the sound of water. The whole room went dark except for the bathroom light. I turned on the light and looked at her bed. She was gone, but I saw her suit jacket and a bra that wasn't completely covered by her outer clothes. I wondered if her underwear was covered too. At that moment, my lust was also aroused, and it was getting more and more energetic. My penis joined in the fun. Then she came out of the bathroom, her short hair wet, wearing a hotel bathrobes. She passed by my bed and asked me without turning her head, "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I haven't been sleeping much," I replied, my penis sticking out from under the covers. Hong Kong women's butts aren't big, but they're all perky, at least that's how it is with the Hong Kong women in our company. She was wearing a bathrobe with the belt tied around her waist, making her buttocks very prominent. Right now, all I wanted to know was whether she was wearing anything underneath her bathrobe. She sat on the bed, flipping through magazines, sometimes drinking tea, and I was always watching her. The question of whether she was wearing anything underneath had been swirling in my mind for a long time. "This guy has no eyesight. How can a woman like that be a mistress?" she cursed, looking at the magazine. Hong Kong people love gossip, don't they? After a while, I deliberately got up and walked towards her. "Let me see what that not-so-simple woman looks like, that she's worth you cursing like this." I stood behind her on her right.
She flipped back to that page and pointed it out to me. "Maybe the focus isn't on her appearance," I responded to the mistress in the photo.
"I really don't understand what men are thinking," she murmured.
I didn't reply, but stood behind her for a moment, looking at her slightly damp hair and smelling her body fragrance. My sexual fantasies came over me again, and of course, my irrepressible penis joined in the fun. "Hurry up and go back to sleep," she said sternly, and at the same time, she suddenly turned around, her elbow just touching my penis. It wasn't very hard, but my buttocks immediately pulled back. She glanced at my crotch, and then immediately turned back around, telling me to go back to sleep even more sternly.
Thinking to myself, "Sigh, I've been engorged all night, how am I going to finish this?"
I don't know where the impulse came from, but I suddenly grabbed her hands and body from behind. "What are you doing?" she asked, shrinking back slightly without much resistance. I didn't say anything, and continued kissing the back of her neck, my hands aimlessly groping her body. Only then did she start to resist more forcefully, and she shouted loudly for me to let go. After a struggle, I kissed her mouth, which she kept tightly closed. I pressed her down on the bed, clamping her legs between my feet, pressing her right hand down with my body, holding her left hand with one hand, and holding her head with the other, kissing her face, mouth, neck, and upper chest forcefully. She continued to resist, but she wanted to scream but dared not scream too loudly because I would occasionally kiss her mouth. "Let me go, don't touch me," she resisted more fiercely.
I kept her body pinned down, frantically untying the belt of her bathrobe, then immediately subdued her again, rendering her immobile. I kissed her from her neck down to her upper chest, then used my mouth to pull aside the bathrobe.
"So she's wearing underwear," I thought, recognizing it as a three-quarter lace bra, the silk transparent. I bit down and pulled it down, revealing a tiny bit of her nipple. I immediately slipped my tongue inside, the tip finding the nipple and beginning to lick it. My teeth and tongue worked together seamlessly.
"No, don't touch me," she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleading and panting.
With the hand that was holding her head, I simultaneously grabbed her left hand, freeing my right hand to pull open her right bra. Her breasts, about a B cup, weren't large, but the nipples were slightly protruding, and the pink areolas visually aroused me even more. I took her nipple into my mouth, while stroking and rubbing her breast with one hand, and then pulled down her bathrobe. Her flat stomach made my desire rise even higher. I kept stroking her stomach and saw the lace panties that matched her bra, which made me even more unable to stop. I continued to lick her nipples, and her panting became louder than her cries as she resisted.
I turned her over and laid her face down on the bed, pressing my hands against her back. I sat on her lap, then reached into her bathrobe and pulled it off forcefully. She was left with only her panties and a loose bra. Her buttocks were so alluring. As she struggled, those buttocks rubbed against my hard penis, which felt wonderful. I pulled off her bra and pulled down her panties, revealing her white, firm buttocks. I stroked them, then pulled her panties down to her knees. I turned her slightly to the side, her legs still clamped between mine. I reached down and stroked her pubic bone and pubic hair along her lower abdomen. The sensation was like winning the lottery. I extended my fingers and explored her private parts, stroking her entire opening, moving them left and right, up and down. It felt a little wet, but not too wet. I inserted my fingers a little bit and teased her inside. I felt her vaginal fluid increasing. Now, all I could hear was her panting, but she still reminded me.
"No, I don't want to!"
Seeing her fighting strength waning, I took the opportunity to strip off all my clothes, lying on my side behind her, pressing against her body. I stroked her vulva with one hand and her breasts with the other, kissing her face and body, while my penis rubbed against her buttocks. Her juices flowed more and more, and now all that could be heard was panting. Although she was still resisting, I was already at my limit. I turned her around and pressed her down, spreading her legs with my legs and pinning her hands down with my hands. Her head kept lifting up and down, trying to break free from me several times. At this position, only one last thrust was left. My penis was at the entrance of her vagina. I touched her vulva with the head of my penis, and my penis trembled. Her pink labia, which had been pressed together, were now engorged and slightly parted. Her pink vulva was so alluring that I couldn't bear to leave it. I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva, slowly feeling it become wet with her juices. I began to insert my penis, and her panting turned into open moans.
I slowly and steadily inserted my penis into her vagina. It was so tight; the tender flesh inside gripped my penis tightly. I inserted the whole thing, then pulled it out, then inserted it again, slowly rubbing against the tender flesh inside her vagina.
She could only moan now. I lay on top of her, kissing her mouth, but she kept her mouth tightly closed, preventing my tongue from entering. I didn't give up and kept kissing her mouth while my penis continued to be inside her. She had been moaning through her teeth, but finally opened her mouth. I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. The warm pleasure combined with her soft tongue made my fighting spirit surge again. Her tongue sometimes intertwined with mine, and sometimes dodged mine, but my penis kept penetrating her.
Soon, I felt she had completely given up resisting, her tongue intertwined with mine in a passionate kiss. Then, my attention was entirely on my penis, and I thrust hard into her vagina. She bounced up and down with each thrust, clinging to me, her legs naturally spreading into an M-shape to meet my movements. My penis was being intensely stimulated by her tightly wrapped vagina; it was so tight, it brought me to pleasure very quickly. I could feel her vagina contracting rapidly, which also greatly stimulated my penis.
"I won't ejaculate inside, don't worry," I said between breaths.
"It's a safe period today," she cried out.
Hearing this, I thrust even harder and faster, using all my strength to fuck her.
Then, with each thrust of my penis, hot semen shot rapidly into her cervix. As I ejaculated, her vagina felt intense stimulation, and she simultaneously reached orgasm, convulsing and screaming. My penis slowly softened inside her, and our vaginal fluids soaked her sheets. Before I could even clean up, my semen flowed out of her vagina—a truly erotic scene.
I got up and carried her to the bathroom to wash. After washing, since her bed was wet, I carried her to my bed and held her close.
I thought to myself: This serious woman, my supervisor, is so sexy without her clothes on, her skin so smooth, her nipples pink, her vagina so tight—it would feel amazing to have sex with her. Just thinking about it made me hard again.
And her? She remained serious, nestled in my arms, completely unconcerned about my caresses, because her hand was already rubbing my penis. Of course, given my age and my already hard penis, there was definitely more to come.
=== The End ===

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