My Female Boss

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Sometimes, after a week of hustle and bustle, I choose to walk home, taking a longer route, passing through
the city's so-called parks, back to my rented place. Admittedly, I don't feel a sense of belonging to this city; it's somewhat
hypocritical, somewhat dirty. What can I do? I can only go with the flow, drifting towards
a destination . It's worth noting that I don't think I do this to save money. After all, I
can afford the two yuan bus fare. Six years of hard work in this city, squeezing my way up, involuntarily subjecting myself to unspoken rules,
working day and night, finally made me a regional sales vice manager. But when I walk down the street,
subconsciously heading in one direction, ignoring the surrounding noise, I find my mind gradually calming down,
gradually clearing, gradually becoming unburdened by worldly fame and fortune, leaving only a pure blue like the sea.

Memories flooded my mind like marine life, drifting with the tides, sometimes rising,
sometimes diving. Occasionally, a blue whale would surge forward, its massive tail fin creating towering waves, making my heart
clench. I knew those were memories I didn't want to face. All I could do was smile bitterly. Could I change anything
?

But I didn't want these things to rot at the bottom of the sea, so I casually scooped up a few. I—wanted to see
what they were all about …

Ten years ago, I was in City A, a fresh-faced college graduate. Back then,
there hadn't been the expansion of higher education, the booming job market, or the influx of overseas returnees. So, college
students , found jobs relatively easily. After four years of carefree fun in college, I graduated and
found a job selling medical equipment—not bad, since I majored in marketing.

And so, full of enthusiasm, I plunged headlong into society—this unfathomable, boundless
ocean . On my first day at work, I was called to the manager's office. I still remember
the layout of that office: no partitions, just a single room, simply decorated with a sofa against the left wall,
a water dispenser, and a desk with a lamp, a photo album, and some documents. Just as I
was wondering why there was no ashtray, a woman's voice reached my ears. I looked up—wait, the sales manager
was a woman? Can someone in our line of work handle that?

"You must be Zhang, who just joined our department? Please have a seat..." she said, pointing to
the wooden armchair in front of the desk, just like the rattan chairs I'd seen in my parents' factory office.

"Yes, I'm Zhang, who just joined the company. Hello!" I pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, separated
only a desk. I smiled politely and began to observe the manager out of the corner of my eye. She
had a small face, but wasn't very thin, with relatively large eyes, shoulder-length hair in a neat, professional style that didn't obscure
her eyes , and fair skin, perhaps due to makeup.

"I've looked at your resume. You wrote that you were good at dealing with people during your school years, secured a lot of
sponsorships, and are confident in your sales skills. Well then, tell me, what was your first impression of me?" she
said with a slow, gentle smile.

"I felt that the first time I saw you, I knew you were a capable career woman, but not
the aggressive type. You gave off a very approachable vibe. Also, you look very beautiful,
a confident kind of beauty!"

Faced with this situation, why shouldn't I, a newcomer to the company, seize the opportunity to flatter you?

"Hehe, looking at your simple and honest face, I didn't realize you were such a good flatterer," she said with a smile, but
she was clearly pleased. "Alright then, I'll arrange for you to work with Da Dong to familiarize yourself with our company's business.
Get ! Also, my surname is Ye. You can call me Manager Ye at the company, and Sister Ye in private. I
'm not much older than you."

"Okay, thank you! I'll definitely do my best..." I said solemnly.

This was the first time I met this woman. Later, while drinking with Da Dong, I learned that
Manager Ye's full name was Ye Shuang. She had taken over the company from her father, a moderately successful
entrepreneur who started in manufacturing. He had briefly entered the medical device industry when profits were high,
but later, perhaps feeling that profits weren't as high as steel, he left the company to his daughter and went into steel
supply for real estate. However, not trusting her abilities, he only made her a sales manager. She had returned from abroad and
had some Western education. And she really wasn't much older than me, only three years older.

"Let me tell you, that girl has a gorgeous figure! Never been married, and I heard she has a foreign boyfriend. Slender waist,
apple-shaped butt, damn, I really want to have a good time with her! Once, I peeked at her changing clothes in the office, damn,
her breasts were so big and white, fuck!" Da Dong, drunk, repeated this several times. It made my heart race.

Actually, I genuinely thought she was beautiful; it wasn't flattery. But I never intended to have a relationship with her
.

Work life wasn't exactly fun, but it was certainly monotonous. Since the company was
a major supplier of equipment to several large hospitals in the region, many imported devices were handled through our company. Therefore, the business was
relatively simple: maintaining good relationships with clients—mainly hospital department heads and key attending physicians
—through meals, karaoke, and sending gifts during holidays; there was no need to develop new markets.
So, I basically spent most of my days at the company, surfing the internet, reading the news, and
chatting with colleagues from the administration and finance departments. Only the evenings were the busiest time for our sales department.

However, Da Dong, even during the day, wasn't at the company. Taking advantage of being a long-time employee with good performance,
he often stayed home, only coming when there was something absolutely necessary.

Several months had passed since I joined the company, and this was only the second time I'd seen Ye Shuang. She looked like she'd just
returned ; she looked exhausted, dragging her suitcase, and her eyes were vacant.

I glanced at her and then went back to surfing the internet.

A while later, the internal phone rang. I answered; it was Ye Shuang, and she wanted to see me in her office.

I thought for a moment; I probably hadn't done anything wrong, so I steeled myself and went into the office.

"Manager Ye, you wanted to see me?"

"Xiao Zhang, I just got back from a business trip abroad, so I'll keep it brief. They've developed a new
physiotherapy , specifically for patients with lumbar muscle strain. Clinical trials show very good results, and..."
"There's no tax record either, but we can use the old customs duties. See if you can manage to sell one or
two units Last time, Da Dong ripped off the First Hospital, so it's not convenient for him to do it again. It's all up to you. However, the price might be a bit
high, but your commission is two percent. This is both an opportunity and a test for you.
I hope you won't let me down."

"Okay! No problem. I have a good relationship with Dr. Wang from the Second Department of the First Hospital. I'll do my best."

"That's good, that's good. I'm done here. You can start preparing."

"Okay, goodbye, Manager Ye."

After leaving the office, I immediately went home, quickly washed up and tidied myself up, and then arranged to meet Dr. Wang
at a leisure club. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Da Dong once said that for someone like Dr. Wang, just use
his beauty , and he'll be cured. So, I naturally emphasized the name of the club on the phone. Dr. Wang
readily agreed, saying he would definitely come. With Dr. Wang agreeing, the deal was seventy percent done. Everyone knows his wife
is the vice president of the hospital.

Naturally, after the initial attraction, the deal was done. This was my first big transaction. I used the
commission to pay the down payment. I was overjoyed. I knew I couldn't have done it without Ye Shuang giving me this opportunity. I
thought to myself that I should properly thank her.

I figured I had generated a considerable amount of revenue for the company, and as her boss, she would naturally be happy too.
After thinking for a moment , I took out my phone and dialed the number…

As I expected, she agreed to come over on the weekend. I didn't dare to be negligent and made reservations at the restaurant in advance, arranging
everything.

That Saturday night, I met Ye Shuang in person for the first time. She was dressed casually, in well-fitting light
blue jeans, and bright purple high heels with a high reflective sheen. Underneath a brown coat was a white lace blouse.
She wore light makeup, and her hair was up. At first glance, you could tell she was a beauty. Of course, that
might a bit like something out of a vulgar novel, but when she entered the restaurant, she certainly attracted a lot of attention.

"You're here early. Sorry I'm late."

"Not at all, I just arrived a little while ago. Besides, waiting is a man's duty."

That's how they started. Everyone was polite and well-mannered, but not very familiar with each other, so it was natural to be
polite . After a few glasses of red wine, accompanied by the restaurant's melodious music, Ye Shuang gradually opened up...

It turned out that the company did indeed belong to her father, and he did intend to hand it over to her. However
, he was worried about her lack of work experience since she had just graduated from school, so he didn't completely hand over the company to
her. Instead, he kept it under his name, requiring her to achieve results before handing it over completely. She
had studied abroad since childhood and was a very independent person. She had a Chinese boyfriend abroad, and although they had some minor arguments,
their relationship was always good. However, due to the traditional values she was raised with, girls should be chaste, so she and her boyfriend had
never taken that step. Last month, she went abroad for a business trip and visited her boyfriend, but they had a complete
falling out and broke up.

"Heh, men, isn't that all they think about?" She said, a slight blush creeping onto her face,
her eyes glazed over.

"Don't I know? To be honest, I can't stand long-distance relationships. It's better this way, better this way."

She seemed a little drunk.

"Then, Manager Ye, from now on..."

"Just call me Ye Shuang." She interrupted me, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Hmm, Ye Shuang, so you plan to take over the company completely and focus on running it?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, I want to prove to my dad that he didn't misjudge me. What he can do, I can do too!"
A slight smile played on her lips, a confident look on her face.

"Alright, I'll definitely serve you, Sister Ye, without hesitation!"

"That's wonderful! I'm currently expanding my market in the neighboring city of K, and I was just worried about who would take charge
. Thank you in advance!"

"You're welcome!"

"Waiter, two bottles of Heineken!"

And so, in the restaurant, we inappropriately started drinking beer. Unexpectedly, she couldn't hold her liquor; she was almost passed out before finishing even
one bottle . I had no choice but to pay the bill and take her home.

Where did she live? I had no choice but to take out my phone and ask her secretary for the address, then hailed
a taxi.

The night was deep, the city lights were brilliant, and the number of pedestrians on the street hadn't decreased at all. Many were
white-collar workers rushing home after overtime, and many were young men and women meeting up with friends. And me?
Did I belong in this city? I had a beautiful woman beside me, my wallet was fairly full, and I had a relatively stable
job , but where were my ideals?

In the taxi, Ye Shuang leaned against me, mumbling incoherently. She was against me, and I glanced down
, clearly seeing her bra under her blouse—black, lace-trimmed, stretched taut. Her breasts were large and white, just as
Da Dong had said, I really wanted to touch them. Her cleavage was deep, and as the car swayed
,
her breasts bounced, truly a sight to behold. My right hand was behind her neck, unable to move, but my left hand naturally felt an urge to caress those enviable breasts. I tried several times, but was afraid of being seen by the driver. So I dragged her
to my left, right behind the driver. She was so drunk that the
bumpy ride couldn't wake her. I absentmindedly touched her with my left hand, thankfully she didn't react. Then,
I became bolder, I pulled her onto my lap, freeing my hands. My left hand
continued elastic. Slowly, I slipped my hand under her waist, inside her bra, gently
kneading and occasionally pinching her nipples. At the same time, my right hand wasn't idle either, gently unbuttoning her
jeans and slowly sliding inside. The silk panties felt smooth to the touch, her crotch area was very fertile,
a few hairs peeked out from the waistband, I gently pulled them. Damn, I admit I'm a pervert, but this
feeling was just too good.

In the taxi, I didn't dare to be too bold, but even so, her body's instinctive reactions really
surprised me. Her nipples were already hard, and her genitals were very wet, I could feel the flood even through her panties. And
I had already gotten an erection, painfully hard. I tried to use her hand to rub my groin, only a few...
I was about to ejaculate, but of course, I didn't dare do that in a taxi. So I had to give up.

Finally, we arrived at her house. I took out her keys and went inside. I wiped her face with a towel, and she became
a little more awake.

She leaned against my shoulder, her eyes unfocused and hazy. Her neckline was wide open, her hair
was loose , and I could see her large, white breasts with just a slight tilt of my eye. The black lace bra was incredibly
alluring. My hands couldn't help but stir again, and I started playing with her breasts.

As I was kneading them, she mumbled something and tried to push me away, but her strength was so weak that
I couldn't feel any resistance.

Her lips slightly curled up, her red lips parted slightly. I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head and
gently pressed my tongue against hers. The moment I touched her, I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly. I used
my tongue to slowly pry open her teeth, gently soothing her, and she responded with her own tongue. I
knew she had been craving this for too long. I gently picked her up and placed her on the bed in the bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp,
and began to enjoy this beauty.

I lay on top of her, kissing her passionately, my left hand slowly unzipping
her jeans, my right hand supporting her waist as I pulled them down. A pair of flawless, white legs were revealed before me. I helped her
sit up and took off her coat. A captivating fragrance mixed with a hint of her sweat immediately filled my
nostrils —an alluring body scent! I gently unbuttoned her blouse, and her ample breasts sprang out. I
couldn't help but bury my head in her chest, sucking hard, my tongue gently licking upwards from her collarbone
to her earlobe. Clearly, she couldn't take it anymore, letting out soft moans.

"Mmm, so good, so comfortable, ah, keep going."

Her cry only fueled my desire. I pulled down my own pants, ripped off her
panties , and touched them—they were completely wet. So I spread her thighs, straightened my penis, and
forcefully thrust it into her vagina.

"Ah!" She gripped the sheets tightly, clearly feeling the thickness of my large penis. However, I also
felt a very tight and cramped feeling. I thought to myself, "She's definitely a traditional woman. Damn
, I've hit the jackpot today!" So I held her waist with both hands and thrust powerfully, each time she
gasped.

"Ah! Gently! Ah, I can't take it anymore, gently, a little deeper! Ah!"

Her vaginal fluid gushed out with each thrust, and my impact with her plump buttocks made
a slapping, lewd sound. After about two minutes of thrusting, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. So
I sat up cross-legged, and she sat on my lap, hugging me. I hugged her back and used my feet to
push , once or twice.

"Ah! Oh...ah, so good, so good, it's so tight and hot down there, Xiao Zhang, push harder, I
can't take it anymore! Ah, Xiao Zhang! Ah!"

After thrusting for a few minutes, I felt myself about to ejaculate again, so I made her kneel on
the bed , her buttocks facing me, her pink little hole slightly open. I straightened my penis and thrust hard into her vagina.
She clearly underestimated the power. She screamed,

"Ah, no! Ah! I can't take it! Ah! Gently, gently!"

At this point, I couldn't care less. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and
slammed them against my penis back and forth, while I thrust forward as far as I could, reaching her cervix with each thrust. Then,
she cried out even louder and louder.

"I can't take it anymore! Ah! Faster! Go easy! I'm going to climax! I'm going to cum! Ah!"

Accompanied by her moans, I grabbed her buttocks and thrust even harder, finally letting out a deep roar as
I ejaculated all my semen into her vagina...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dormitory door was banged on loudly...

"Who is it?" I rubbed my eyes and yelled.

"Damn it, Zhang Ergou, the foreman said a new truckload of bricks arrived, hurry up and unload them! Two cents extra per brick! Hurry up
!"

"Extra money!" I muttered to myself, "Right away! Wait for me!" I threw back the covers, rolled over, and got out of bed only
to find my underwear soaked...

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