Accompanying female boss on a business trip

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Once, we met with an executive of a listed company in a small southern city. Right after the meeting, Mr. Dong received a message from another investment manager on the team: a project they had painstakingly worked on had finally been signed by the client. The Shanghai headquarters was already printing the contract, and they would be flying to Henan next week to sign it.

The investment manager urged Mr. Dong to finish his current work as soon as possible so he could go to Henan for the signing ceremony. He added that the company's top management also attached great importance to the event, and that the highest-ranking executives would reportedly be present. After hanging up

, Mr. Dong was as happy as a child, laughing at me, "Xiao Ma, today is a historic moment! Do you know what this deal means? Our company, even our department, might leave its mark on the history of asset management in China. This is a historic moment, you know?" As a newcomer, I naturally didn't have the same level of awareness as my superiors, but I could only pretend to be happy and offer a few flattering words.

"Xiao Ma, we need to eat something good tonight. I wonder what good food there is in this small city." "President Dong, our hotel is already the best one here. I saw they had a banquet with some kind of flying fish yesterday, it looked really good." I know President Dong is a very image-conscious person, meaning she's quite pretentious. Even if there's better food at a street stall, she prefers to sit in a five-star hotel and eat that grand but ordinary-tasting stuff.

So her suggestion was easily approved. I also ordered a bottle of red wine. Although President Dong's alcohol tolerance is average, she specifically reminded me to order a bottle as a celebration, so I naturally had to obediently comply.

After a few rounds of drinks, to be honest, the fish was really well-cooked, but across the table, Dong Zixin looked even more appetizing.

Despite her average alcohol tolerance, after a few drinks, her face flushed, which reminded me of that night.

"Xiao Ma, in our line of work, you still have to drink. Although I'm not a big drinker, I'm a woman, so most people won't force me to drink. But you're a guy, and if you want to make a name for yourself, you really can't do without a drink." She poured me a large glass of red wine, a little tipsy. "Come on, let's drink this up, and hopefully our department's performance this year will be even more outstanding."

To be honest, among the interns, Ms. Dong is the highest-ranking person in the department. Her business card says Managing Director (a title that sounds even more impressive than the company's general manager). I'm basically Ms. Dong's assistant, while the other investment manager can only rely on that intern. These asset management companies with their business unit structure only have a few people in each department, but Ms. Dong controls everything—salaries, bonuses, KPI performance evaluations, and expense reimbursements. She is indeed the most hardworking person in the department.

"Ms. Dong, you've had too much to drink, why don't you drink less..."

"Too much? I drank way more than this back in the day! Huh? Where's the wine?! Call the waiter!" Ms. Dong frowned.

I had no choice but to order her another bottle of red wine. Seeing how tipsy Ms. Dong was, I was relieved she didn't have a client meeting the next morning; otherwise, she might have been in a terrible state the next day.

By the end, we had finished three bottles of red wine. I was fine, but Ms. Dong was already unsteady on her feet.

I helped her back to her room.

"Tomorrow…you have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, right?" Ms. Dong asked, still slightly drunk.

"Yes, should I call you before the meeting?"

"No need, I…I can manage on my own." Ms. Dong fumbled in her bag for her room key. "You…you should go back!"

My room was right next to Ms. Dong's; I had to get her into her room before I could leave. But after waiting a while, she still hadn't found her key.

"I…I'm seeing things, can you help me find it?" Ms. Dong said, handing me her handbag.

I rummaged through her bag and found the key tucked in a hidden compartment. I took it out and opened the door for her.

"Ms. Dong, shall I get you a glass of water?" I was worried she might throw up, and in her dazed state, she probably wouldn't even have water nearby.

"Y-yes...okay, I...I'll lie down for a bit!" she said, then collapsed onto the bed.

I poured the water and placed it on her bedside table. Seeing her delicate body sprawled on the bed, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I leaned down and peered under her skirt, but the light was too dim, and she was wearing black stockings, so I couldn't see anything.

I stood by the bed, looking at my boss lying there, feeling cowardly to just leave like this, but I didn't have the guts to do anything, leaving me in a dilemma. Just then, Ms. Dong suddenly woke up.

"Hey, Xiao Ma, you're still here, that's great..." she gasped, "My shoulder suddenly hurts terribly, quickly massage it for me."

Some people suffer from mild anemia, and are prone to sudden nerve pain after drinking, so I quickly sat down by the bed and started massaging her shoulder.

"Comfortable... Xiao Ma, your technique is quite good..." President Dong said, squinting her eyes.

"Of course, isn't it very professional? It's just that President Dong's clothes are too thick, making it a bit difficult to massage." "Then take them off, help me take them off." President Dong said casually.

I helped President Dong take off her suit, revealing the back clasp of a black bra under her white shirt. I swallowed hard, suppressing the urge I'd been feeling lately, and gently massaged President Dong's shoulders.

"Ah~ So comfortable, besides shoulders, where else can you massage?" "Everywhere, President Dong, you work so hard, let me give you a full-body massage from head to toe."

"That's wonderful!" Dong Zixin laughed, "It's a pity the wine is finished, it would be even more comfortable if I could have two more glasses now."

I didn't expect President Dong to be such a drinker, she doesn't sound slurred now, her alcohol tolerance should still be pretty good, I wonder if her previous drunkenness was real or an act.

I thought to myself, my hands slowly moving up from her shoulders to her neck, and then to her head.

"Comfortable! Comfortable, right here!" Ms. Dong exclaimed softly. I lingered there for a while longer. "Hey, if you weren't my subordinate, but a massage parlor guy, I'd be a regular customer every week." "Ms. Dong, you're joking. Since I'm your subordinate, you can still come to my business every week," I said casually, my gaze drifting to her buttocks, still firm and shapely, barely concealing the edge of her underwear beneath her short skirt—that was where I was going to start.

After finally finishing massaging some important acupoints on her head and ears, I gently moved my hands down her neck and cervical spine.

"Ms. Dong, your skirt is too tight. I can't massage your lumbar spine," I said, delivering the lines I had already prepared.

"Then take it off, take it off," Ms. Dong said casually, still lying down.

I unzipped the side of her skirt and easily pulled it down. It turned out that Ms. Dong was wearing black underwear today; no wonder I couldn't see anything under her skirt earlier.

I dared not remove Ms. Dong's stockings, nor had I thought of an excuse. I could only start by slowly pressing down from her lumbar spine, until I reached a sore acupoint on her buttocks. Ms. Dong groaned softly but said nothing.

I continued pressing down to the back of her thighs, because I had experienced the sensation of Indonesian oil massage back in Indonesia, and it should work perfectly on Dong Zixin now.

I gently pushed upwards along the back of her knees, one hand on the outside of her thigh and the other on the inside, all the way down to her buttocks. My hand on the inside was almost touching the sensitive area between her legs before I stopped, gently stroking and massaging it several times before switching to the other leg, stopping again just before touching the forbidden area.

Soon, Dong Zixin's breathing became heavier.

I pretended not to notice and instead pressed down on her calves, trying to cool her down first.

"Ms. Dong, you can turn around, I'll massage your facial acupoints." I said after massaging her feet.

"Wash your hands first, you're not allowed to touch my face after touching my feet." Dong Zixin was quite fastidious, so I had to wash my hands thoroughly. After returning, I took off my shoes, leaned against the headboard, and placed a pillow on my stomach for her to lie down.

Dong Zixin was lying on the pillow in front of my stomach, which actually pressed right against my swollen lower body. I thought to myself, "That feels good," and then pressed my hands on her temples.

After massaging the acupoints on her head, I slowly massaged down the sides of her neck.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, but with each press, I moved a little closer to her firm breasts, just touching a soft spot, and then moved my hands back to her shoulders.

I repeated this several times, and she kept her eyes half-closed, seemingly enjoying it. I then mustered my courage and continued massaging downwards, my fingertips already touching the edge of her bra.

Seeing that she still didn't object, I slipped my fingers inside her bra and explored further down.

But before I could even touch those beautiful red nipples, I moved my hand back to her shoulder.

This was repeated several times, and Ms. Dong's breathing gradually became heavier. It seemed she hadn't lost consciousness, but rather was subtly anticipating something.

This time, I didn't stop at the crucial point. Two fingers finally climbed onto the cherries atop those two peaks, and with a gentle rub, Dong Zixin immediately let out a soft moan. This time, I didn't move my hand away, but simply gently rubbed those two soft little cherries.

Dong Zixin's body also gently swayed, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

I rubbed gently for a while, then said softly, "Ms. Dong, your bra is stuck on my hand, could you take it off?"

"Take it off... take it off..." Dong Zixin whispered.

These large bras usually have the clasp in the front, and sure enough, I found it easily and unhooked it with a snap.

After taking off the bra, I could see those two protrusions through Dong Zixin's white shirt, dazzling to the eye.

"What... what are you pressing? It's not an acupoint at all," Dong Zixin said coquettishly.

"This is an acupoint! It's called the 'Ruzhong' acupoint, I'm not lying to you! Pressing this point has many benefits, close your eyes and don't move." After saying that, I placed both hands on her 'Ruzhong' acupoint again. Actually, there really is such a point, but it's not an acupoint at all, but a marker used in Traditional Chinese Medicine to identify acupoints. This acupoint cannot be needled or moxibusted, but... you can massage it.

After massaging the 'Ruzhong' acupoint, I naturally couldn't leave out her entire breasts. However, these huge breasts, which I couldn't even grasp with one hand, forced me to use both hands to massage what I called the lymph nodes under her armpits.

"Ms. Dong, your shirt is too tight, I can't move freely, I wonder if I could take it off?" "Y-yes..." Ms. Dong blushed, and it was the first time I'd seen her blush not because of drinking.

I unbuttoned her shirt, and those two bright red, no, tender red nipples finally appeared before my eyes for the first time.

I never expected that Ms. Dong, who was in her thirties, would have such a tender red color, which made me somewhat curious about what her lower body would look like.

I used both hands to knead the large breasts in front of me, while President Dong, perhaps out of shyness, turned her face to the side.

Looking at the erect nipples, I finally couldn't resist, lowered my head, and took one into my mouth.

"Ah..." Dong Zixin exclaimed in surprise, seeing her nipple in my mouth, she said angrily, "What are you doing! Open your mouth!"

I licked it again before laughing, "President Dong, besides using my hands, I'll also be using my mouth for the full massage."

"Mouth massage?" Dong Zixin's eyes widened, but she calmed down, lay back down, and said, "Okay, then let me see how you massage with your mouth."

President Dong wasn't a child; she wouldn't be fooled by my words. Since she said so, it was a tacit agreement, so I naturally wouldn't be polite. I opened my mouth and took the nipple into my mouth again.

Dong Zixin's body twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything more, letting me do as I pleased.

My silver tongue has conquered countless ex-girlfriends; surely I could handle this woman in her thirties?

My tongue traced down her breasts, and without asking her any further questions, I pulled down her stockings and panties together.

Dong Zixin gasped, but didn't stop me.

My tongue gently parted the dark forest, finally revealing her paradise.

To my assessment, it was half black and half pink, a very good color. I took a light sniff, then opened my mouth and took it in.

Dong Zixin's body finally couldn't help but writhe, as if the stimulation was too much for her to bear.

My tongue danced up and down, licking her until she let out moans.

Just as she was immersed in the stimulation of my tongue, I quietly loosened my tie and slowly took off my clothes.

After I was naked, I waited for her climax, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

From Dong Zixin's moans, I could tell that her first climax was about to come, and my hot, huge penis was ready.

Dong Zixin's moans abruptly stopped, her waist twisting violently as she gripped the sheets tightly, seemingly enduring some kind of pain.

I released her mouth, thrusting my lower body forward, reaching the very bottom in one go. The wetness was even greater than when she raped me that night.

"Ah!" Dong Zixin exhaled, the climax still lingering. Her legs clamped around my waist, still swaying on their own.

I thrust in and out for a while without restraint before noticing Dong Zixin staring intently at me.

"Ms. Dong, this is the third stage of the massage. After completing the hand and tongue massage, now it's time for the genital massage," I explained slowly, looking into her eyes, while thrusting my hips twice more.

Dong Zixin frowned slightly, but before she could say anything more, I thrust again with great force, silencing her and leaving her only able to moan desperately.

After several thrusts, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. I collapsed onto Dong Zixin and said softly, "Ms. Dong, now we're moving on to the final stage. I'll cleanse your uterus." "No, I can't ejaculate inside," Dong Zixin frowned. "It's not safe today." "Then..." I blushed, "Can I ejaculate on your face?" Dong Zixin's eyes widened in anger at this, and she pushed me away. Just as I was inwardly cursing, she grabbed my penis and began to thrust rapidly, her technique quite skilled. With

a soft moan, she bit down on my nipple.

I winced in pain, but she gently licked it with her tongue.

This time, I couldn't take it anymore. My thighs convulsed, and my thick semen finally gushed out violently.

I was panting heavily when I hugged the woman in front of me tightly, and said softly, "Zixin, next time I..." "There won't be a next time!" Dong Zixin's tone was icy, and she pushed me away. "If a third person finds out about this, you're dead!"

[The End]

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