A strong woman's one-on-three

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This is something that happened to me recently, and it's still very upsetting to talk about it now, but it's better to say it than to keep it bottled up inside. I worked as a personal secretary for two years. My boss valued me highly. He had a large business and often had to travel abroad for exhibitions and business meetings. His family was in Canada, so he didn't spend much time in Hong Kong

. I forgot to mention, I'm a Hong Kong woman. I'm efficient and responsible, so my boss trusted me to manage the Hong Kong business. My title was secretary, but in reality, I was the general manager of the Hong Kong company, responsible for all company operations. My job involved paperwork, management, and finances, as well as negotiating business, meeting clients, and finding new clients. The incident happened during a business meeting. I always met clients alone, mostly in cafes or lounges of large hotels. This client was from Taiwan. The company highly values clients outside of Hong Kong, especially those from mainland China and Taiwan, as the company plans to expand its business in these two regions. Therefore, I try my best to meet the needs of these clients.

This deal was worth over three million Hong Kong dollars, so I dared not be negligent. Even though they insisted on discussing the business in their hotel room, I didn't say much. It was just business, and I didn't think much of it. There were three people in the room: the boss, the manager, and the assistant. The boss looked to be in his forties. Although he had some wrinkles, his features were still quite handsome, though his eyes always had a slightly lewd look. The manager was in his thirties, not bad-looking, but his face was cunning and he seemed to have ill intentions. The assistant was in his twenties, really handsome, and at first glance, he even looked a bit like the singer Eric Suen. He had a kind face and quite charming eyes. The four of us sat down, drinking and chatting. This was part of social interaction; we wouldn't just sit down and talk about business. Most of the conversation revolved around women, and it was full of suggestive content. We were all sitting on the bed. They assigned me to sit in the middle, with the boss to my left, the manager to my right, and the assistant in front of me. This is fine, at least I can look at handsome guys directly, which is better than looking at those two lewd-looking people.

During our conversation, the boss and manager kept casually touching my chest and thighs. Because I was wearing a formal suit skirt, they made me take off my jacket, leaving me only in a white long-sleeved shirt. The material was very thin and sheer, making my light pink lace bra completely visible. I'm 170cm tall, with 42-inch legs, and measurements of 32D-23-34. Plus, I have smooth, fair skin, long, straight, jet-black hair that reaches my waist, and I'm quite beautiful; many friends say I look like Sun Jiajun. Therefore, after I took off my jacket, the boss and manager's eyes were constantly scanning my body, making me very uncomfortable. My skirt is very short; standing, the hem only reaches halfway up my thighs. Now, sitting on the bed with one leg bent, the skirt has shortened considerably, almost exposing my entire thighs to them. Because of my good skin, I rarely wear stockings, which makes it even easier for them to take advantage of me. I've gotten used to it, though. Often during business negotiations, clients will make unwanted advances, but it's just touching and groping. I don't stop them; these are inevitable in business dealings, and you get used to it after a while.

During our conversation, I noticed my assistant frequently looking down at my thighs. At first, I didn't think much of it, but he kept looking more and more obviously. The boss and manager noticed too, and they leaned over to look at me. Then they burst out laughing. The boss said, "Wow…so your underwear and bra are a set, they're both very pretty!" I quickly pressed my skirt down, my face turning red. So that's what it was. I kept blaming myself for being careless. The three of them were still laughing when suddenly the boss pulled me into his arms and said, "You're really cute…you should work with me!" I slowly pushed him away, smiling as I changed the subject. We chatted and laughed, discussing business. The four of us had already finished a bottle of red wine and half a bottle of whiskey, but I probably drank the most. They took turns toasting me, and I drank at least half a bottle of red wine and half a glass of whiskey. I pride myself on my alcohol tolerance; I was only slightly tipsy, but my face was burning red. So I went to the restroom to stop and avoid being pressured to drink more. When I came out, we formally discussed the business. Everything went very smoothly, and it was completed in just a few minutes. I was about to ask them to sign the contract when the boss brought me a full glass of red wine, saying, "Let's have a toast and wish each other a pleasant cooperation." I thought, "Everything's done, just the signature is needed, and it's just a glass of red wine; I won't get drunk, so I'll drink it." I handed over the documents, but the boss said, "Don't rush. We agreed to sign, so let's chat a little longer! Are you going to abandon us after the business is over?" I couldn't refuse, so I continued chatting with them. By this time, perhaps everyone was a little tipsy, and they became less reserved, the topics more open, and many risqué jokes were told. The boss and manager became even more unrestrained, touching me all over. Although I didn't like it, I hadn't signed yet, so I let them be. For some reason, my body grew hotter and hotter, as if I were on fire. My mind was hazy, and my hands felt light and weak. Without my noticing, the boss and manager's hands were directly rubbing my breasts through my clothes, and I couldn't push them away. When they touched my nipples and gently pinched them, waves of pleasure washed over me. I understood! The drink had been drugged; they had slipped it into my drink while I was in the restroom. Thinking this, I was furious, but also terrified.

I said, "You drugged my drink!" The boss leered and said, "You're a smart girl, you figured it out so quickly. These drugs were originally meant for the girls at nightclubs to make them more unrestrained. But seeing how pretty you are, I couldn't bear to miss this opportunity, so I used them." I stood up angrily, but lost my balance and fell back onto the bed. The boss continued, "The effects of the drug won't wear off so quickly, and... I haven't signed the contract yet. How will you explain this to the company if you leave?" I looked at the contract in a panic, thinking of my boss's confidence in me and the two years of training he had given me. How could I go back empty-handed? He said, "You've figured it out, haven't you? Don't be afraid. After the excitement comes a contract worth over three million, and there will be opportunities to continue working together in the future." I thought about it, and yes, what he said was true, but how could I sell myself? As I was thinking this, he didn't allow me to resist and began to undress me. After they stripped me naked, they made me stand there for them to admire. They admired and praised me. I knew I was beautiful: D-cup breasts, a slender figure, long, beautiful legs, large, round, firm, and elastic breasts, pale pink areolas, and tiny nipples smaller than red beans—truly enviable. They also stripped naked, and the boss immediately pushed me onto the bed, kneading my breasts and sucking wildly on my nipples, occasionally licking them with his tongue or gently biting them with his teeth. Perhaps due to the drugs, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure. I hated my feelings. Was this date rape? Was it sexual assault? Why was I excited? Why was I experiencing pleasure? I felt ashamed of myself, attributing it all to the aphrodisiacs! The boss reached one hand down to my lower abdomen, touching my pubic hair, saying, "Even your pubic hair is so smooth and silky, truly exquisite!" Of course, I had applied conditioner to my pubic hair, making it shiny and soft. He touched lower, caressing my pearl, and I trembled all over. He then used a finger to linger outside my vulva, making me feel all tingly and itchy. The assistant came over, embraced my head, and kissed me. His kiss was so lingering and gentle, his breathing rapid. I fantasized that it was him touching me, not this old man. I stared at the handsome assistant with my eyes open, and with the fantasy, the pleasure rose higher and higher. The manager turned on the TV, playing some adult content, and then came over and vigorously rubbed my breasts, sucking my nipples desperately. The boss continued to focus on playing with my genitals. He switched to using his mouth and tongue to stimulate my clitoris, saying, "I've never played with such a pink and lovely cunt before, I love it so much! Even the nectar is so sweet, I love you to death!" The boss's tongue kept stimulating my clitoris, and he used his fingers to wander outside my vulva, sometimes inserting them deeply and sometimes shallowly. The assistant continued kissing me, also caressing one of my breasts. Watching him rub my breast out of shape, and hearing the moans coming from the TV, my excitement intensified. The assistant gripped my breast tightly, squeezing my nipple high, then sucked on it, licking, twisting, and biting. I still fantasized that he was caressing the rest of my body as well. Suddenly, a wave of tingling, numbness surged up from my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help but moan softly. I tried to push away the head buried between my legs, but I felt powerless. With wave after wave of pleasure, I moaned louder. Oh! I finally came, and the boss immediately thrust his hard penis into my vagina. "Wow... your vagina is so tight, it grips my cock so tightly!" He pushed my legs up, pressing them against my chest, and he clearly watched his penis go in and out of my vagina. The assistant and the manager each touched one of my breasts, watching the boss's performance. Somehow, not only was I drugged and raped, but I was also watched having sex. Although I felt ashamed, I was also filled with pleasure and excitement; I had never experienced such a stimulating feeling before. The boss's penis wasn't long; even with his forceful thrusts, it seemed he couldn't reach the very end of my vagina. I moaned; he could arouse my desire, but he couldn't satisfy me. My juices flowed continuously, but I didn't experience another orgasm. The boss finished quickly and sat to the side, watching the manager's performance. The manager pulled my legs up, then spread them wide, and immediately inserted his penis. His penis was thicker than the boss's, feeling much fuller, but it still wasn't long enough to reach the very end of my vagina. He kept thrusting, looking at his penis going in and out, then at my violently shaking breasts. This scene quickly faded, and he finished too. Then it was the assistant's turn. He was completely different from his previous gentleness, pushing me around and making me support my upper body with my hands like a puppy, my legs spread wide, and ordering me to stick my buttocks high in the air. He spread my legs apart with his hands, inserted his fingers and circled them a few times, then told me to spread my legs wider and raise my hips higher. Suddenly, a huge iron rod was thrust into my vagina, filling it completely. He thrust all the way in, reaching my clitoris, until he reached the very end of my vagina, and I cried out! He gripped my hips and began to rock his body. I felt incredibly full in my lower body; every thrust was filled with pleasure, stimulating every cell! The boss and manager walked to my left and right, putting their heads under my violently swaying breasts, letting their tongues slide over my nipples. I was so excited that I forgot I was being raped, still enjoying the waves of pleasure coming from my lower body. The assistant reached down to my chest, gripped one of my breasts, squeezed, rubbed, and pulled on my nipple. The thrusts from behind intensified, the speed and force increasing, and I groaned wildly. "Ah... harder, harder, faster, faster..." I abandoned all restraint, only seeking greater pleasure! "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming..." Finally, I climaxed again, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushing out, splashing everywhere with each thrust of his penis. Just as the fluid was almost gone, he ejaculated.

As I collapsed onto the bed, the boss came over again, lifted my legs and placed them on either side of his head. He wrapped his hands around my legs and then inserted his now-erect penis into my vagina. My vaginal fluid continued to flow, and he continued his efforts, thrusting again and again, reigniting my desire. The assistant and manager caressed my swaying breasts; the manager sucked and rubbed, making me incredibly excited. Finally, the boss finished again. The manager gave me a glass of water, which I drank without hesitation. Then I picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower.

[The End]

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