My Fantasy with My Female Boss

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Author: professor001
Sometimes, after a week of running around, I choose to walk home, taking a longer route, passing through the city's so-called parks, and walking back to my rented place. Admittedly, I don't feel any 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 I don't know what it will be like. It should be noted that I don't think I do this to save money. After all, I can still afford the two yuan bus fare. I've struggled in this city for six years, desperately climbing the ladder, involuntarily subjecting myself to unspoken rules, working day and night until I finally reached the position of regional sales vice manager. However, when I walk on the street, subconsciously heading in one direction, ignoring the surrounding noise, I find my mind gradually calming down, gradually clearing, gradually becoming less covered 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, still considered the cream of the crop, 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. I was wondering why there wasn't an ashtray when 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 by 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 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 during your school years, you were skilled at interpersonal communication and secured many sponsorships, so you're confident in your sales abilities. 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 started! 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—eating out, singing karaoke, sending gifts during holidays, etc. 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 a few 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 from out of town; she looked exhausted, dragging her suitcase, and her eyes were glazed.
I glanced at her and then went back to surfing the internet.
A while later, I received an internal call. It was Ye Shuang; she wanted me to go to her office.
I thought about it and figured I 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 an overseas business trip, so I'll get straight to the point. They've developed a new physiotherapy device in the US, specifically for patients with lumbar muscle strain. Clinical trials show it's very effective, and there's no prior record regarding tariffs, so we can use the old tariffs. See if you can manage to sell one or two units to the First Hospital. Last time, Da Dong ripped off the First Hospital, so it's not convenient for him to intervene again. It's all up to you. 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 in the second department of the First Hospital. I'll do my best."
"That's good, that's good. That's all for now. You can get ready."
"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. As Da Dong once said, for someone like Dr. Wang, just use her beauty; it's guaranteed to cure her. So, I naturally emphasized the pronunciation of the "club" on the phone. Dr. Wang readily agreed, saying he would definitely come. With Dr. Wang's agreement, the deal was practically done; everyone knew his wife was the vice president of the hospital.
Naturally, after the initial attraction, the deal was struck. 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'd generated a considerable profit for the company, and as her boss, she'd naturally be happy too. After thinking for a moment, I took out my phone and dialed the number…
As I expected, she agreed to meet me over the weekend. Not daring to delay, I booked a restaurant in advance and arranged everything.
That Saturday evening, I met Ye Shuang in person for the first time. She was dressed casually, in well-fitting light blue jeans, high-heeled purplish-red shoes with a high reflective sheen, a white lace blouse under a brown coat, light makeup, and her hair was up. At first glance, you could tell she was a beauty. Of course, that might sound a bit vulgar, but she certainly attracted a lot of attention when she entered the restaurant.
"You're here so early. Sorry I'm late."
"Not at all, I just arrived a little while ago. Besides, waiting is a man's duty."
That was the opening line. Everyone was a very presentable person, but not very familiar with each other, so a little politeness was necessary. After a few glasses of red wine, accompanied by the restaurant's soothing 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. Therefore, he didn't completely hand over the company to her, but instead kept it under his name, requiring her to achieve results before fully handing it over. 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 traditional values that girls should be chaste, she had never taken that step with her boyfriend. 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 what they're thinking about?" she said, a slight blush on her face and a hazy look in her eyes.
"Don't I know? To be honest, I can't stand long-distance relationships. It's better this way, it's better this way."
She seemed a little drunk.
"Well, Manager Ye, from now on..."
"Just call me Ye Shuang." She interrupted me, a little annoyed.
"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!" She smiled slightly, looking very confident.
"Great, I'll definitely serve you, Ye Shuang, without hesitation!"
"That's wonderful, that's great. I'm currently expanding the 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, please!"
And so, in the restaurant, we inappropriately started drinking beer. Unexpectedly, she couldn't hold her liquor; she was almost passed out before even finishing 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.
Night had fallen, the city lights blazed, and the number of pedestrians on the streets remained unchanged. Many were white-collar workers rushing home after finishing overtime, while others were young men and women out for gatherings with friends. And me? Did I belong in this city? I was with 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 leaning 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 have them. Her cleavage was deep, and as the car swayed, her breasts swayed with it, truly a surging wave. My right hand was behind her neck, unable to move, while 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 to knead her large breasts, so 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, her crotch area was very fertile, a few hairs peeking out from the waistband, which I gently tugged. Damn, I admit I'm a pervert, but this feeling was just too good.
In the taxi, I didn't dare be too bold, but even so, her body's instinctive reactions truly surprised me. Her nipples were already hard, and her genitals were very wet; I could feel the overflowing water even through her panties. And I was already hard, painfully erect. I tried rubbing her hand against my crotch, and after just a few strokes, I was about to ejaculate. 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 seemed a little more awake.
She leaned against my shoulder, her eyes unfocused and dreamy. 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 sense any resistance.
Her lips curled slightly, her red lips parted slightly. I simply couldn't resist. I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips against hers. The instant I touched her, I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly. I extended my tongue, slowly prying open her pearly teeth, gently soothing her. She returned the gesture with her own tongue. I knew she had been yearning for this for so long. I gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed in the bedroom, turning on the bedside lamp to savor this beauty.
I lay on top of her, enjoying a wet kiss. My left hand slowly unzipped her jeans, while my right hand lifted her waist, pulling them down. A pair of flawless, white legs were revealed before me. I helped her sit up and removed 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, gently licking with my tongue, moving upwards from her collarbone to her earlobe. Clearly, she couldn't take it anymore, letting out soft moans.
"Mmm, so comfortable, I never knew it felt this good! Ah, keep going!"
Her cry made me even more aroused. I pulled down my pants, ripped off her panties, and touched them; they were completely wet. I spread her thighs, raised 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. Thinking to myself, "She's definitely a traditional woman. Damn, I've hit the jackpot today!" I held her waist with both hands and thrust powerfully, each thrust eliciting gasps from her.
"Ah! Gently! Ah, I can't take it anymore, gently, a little deeper! Ah!"
Her juices gushed out with each thrust, and the impact of my thrusts against 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 tightly. I hugged her back and used my feet to push her upwards, once, 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 a few minutes of thrusting, 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 didn't care about anything else. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and slammed them against my penis back and forth. I also thrust forward as much as I could, reaching her cervix with each thrust. Then, she cried out even louder.
"I can't take it! Ah! Faster! Gently! I'm going to orgasm! I'm going to cum! Ah!"
Accompanied by her panting, I gripped her buttocks and thrust even harder. Finally, I let out a deep roar and ejaculated all my semen into her vagina...
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dormitory door was banged loudly...
"Who is it?" I rubbed my eyes and shouted.
"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 was soaked...

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