Thirsty female boss

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I'm a department manager at a trading company, and I'm unmarried. Perhaps because of the nature of my work, I often have to compete with other companies, and this has cultivated a strong personality over the years, which makes my subordinates both respect and fear me.
Our company isn't a large enterprise; besides the nominal shareholders at the top, there are only seven people including myself. Let me briefly introduce them.
Below me is the deputy manager, "Old Zhang," who is forty-four years old, tall and thin, dark-skinned and sturdy, and always has a fawning, monkey-like face. The merchandiser, "Four-Eyes Chen," is in his early thirties, wears glasses, is polite, and works diligently and efficiently. The accountant, "Fat Pan," is a forty-year-old fat man with a sleazy appearance and frivolous speech; he's the laziest person in the company. The shipping clerk, "Big Hong," looks like a gorilla, with prominent cheekbones and a large mole on his left cheek. The junior clerk, "Little Zhang," is Old Zhang's relative; he's only nineteen years old, a young man just starting out. The mail carrier, Uncle Huang, is almost sixty years old. His face is sallow, and he's bald. He's the oldest person in our company.
As for myself;
as the saying goes, "beauties and generals are not allowed to grow old," and I'm thirty-four this year. I'm no longer as radiant and beautiful as I was in my youth. For a woman, nothing is more cruel than getting older. Actually, I'm not bad-looking. My mouth is like Christy Chung's or Shu Qi's—the sexy type with big, full lips. I'm nearsighted and have to wear glasses at home. I had no shortage of suitors when I was younger, but I didn't like any of them. Before I knew it, I was thirty-one.
Although I'm no longer young, I'm still proud of my figure: an E-cup bust, a 23-inch waist, 43-inch legs, and especially, my skin is remarkably fair. Because I know I don't have an advantage in terms of age, I've put in twice the effort of others to get fit, and my figure is definitely better than that of the average young woman. That's why I dress a little sexily when I go out on my free time.
At 7 PM today, after finishing work, I grabbed a snack on the street and went home. I closed the door, put down my bag, and started taking off my clothes.
I'm used to being naked at home.
Naked, I turned on my computer and started browsing adult websites. Ever since that accidental pop-up ad for an adult website during work four years ago, I've had this bad habit, and it's slowly become like an addiction, spending at least one or two hours browsing every night to feel satisfied. It's truly a bad habit, I tell myself every time, but a woman living alone, especially a fully mature woman, always needs some stimulation and comfort.
Among the many stimulating words and pictures, I gradually discovered my interests. I particularly like scenes or stories of multiple men having sex with one woman, especially those involving men collectively "training" a woman, or female bosses in companies becoming sex slaves. Each time, I can't help but masturbate.
"Sigh...really..." Tonight is no different. I couldn't help but sigh. A picture of three men binding a woman made my body heat up, and my vulva, pressed against the chair, began to secrete moisture. I opened the small cabinet under the computer, and there lay six vibrators.
Each of these six vibrators was different, each labeled with a name, and each name actually represented a subordinate of mine. It wasn't just a name; each vibrator resembled a real person, some thick, some thin, some long, some short, almost like a real person. Some were smooth and looked refined, while others were angular and looked rough. One was even made to look like a bald old man, representing our company's old messenger, "Uncle Huang."
This was my biggest secret. I liked to fantasize about doing strange things with my colleagues, especially whenever one of my subordinates made a mistake and I "exposed" them. That night, I would definitely take out that person's vibrator and frantically thrust it into my vagina and anus, fantasizing about that colleague taking revenge on me.
"Ah..." Such fantasies are too stimulating, too wonderful.
Today, I randomly picked two "lucky ones," and a very "interesting" picture appeared on the computer screen. My mind started to conjure up all sorts of bizarre fantasies. In the company's storage room, I was completely naked, the only things left on my body being a pair of black stockings and high heels. My hands were raised high, my mouth was gagged with a red, round gag, and my legs were spread wide apart in a "split," my whole body suspended in the center of the storage room, swaying back and forth.
The door opened, and my two male subordinates walked in, one was Fat Pan, and the other was Big Hong. Their eyes were both fixed on my naked body. In this humiliating bondage position, I not only couldn't cover myself, but my legs were also spread wide apart, and my genitals were left for them to see. As they stared at my naked body, they began to caress me. Four hands touched my back, rubbed my breasts, swept my legs, pinched my nipples, teased my feet, flicked my clitoris, and even probed my anus. Finally, they inserted their fingers into my vagina, slowly examining my G-spot. I felt like a frog in a laboratory, bound in the middle of the room, unable to do anything but let them play with my body.
Thinking about this, my whole body tingled with pleasure; the feeling was so incredibly pleasurable!
Fatty Pan, whom I usually scolded the most, pulled out a black leather whip! He pulled my nipples up and laughed, "Manager Chen, it's time for the meeting."
Fatty Pan stood in front of me and began to whip me, the whip striking my thighs and breasts. I cried out for mercy, but the gag made it sound like a low moan. Behind me, another colleague, Big Hong, also pulled out another leather whip. His gorilla-like hands pulled my long hair back and began to whip my back and buttocks mercilessly.
"Waaah!!"
Two male colleagues whipped me and cursed me as I hung helplessly in the air, enduring their abuse. But I slowly noticed that my vagina was leaking vaginal fluid. The burly man behind me unbuckled my gag, grabbed my hair, and inserted the handle of a whip into my vagina. I opened my eyes wide and groaned in pleasure. The fat man laughed, "Manager Chen, you're pissing a lot."
"Oh...no...not piss..."
"Not piss? Then tell me what it is?"
"It's...it's my vaginal fluid...oh..."
"Hahahaha...vaginal fluid? You're actually pissing? You like being abused?"
At this point, I had completely lost my mind. Naked, I spread my legs and sat in front of the computer screen, shouting, "Yes! Please, Master, insert it...use Master's...oh...insert your cock...fill your hole...ah...give me your cum..."
I inserted two vibrators into my vagina and anus. After only a few thrusts, I was like a lit bomb. I fantasized about being tied up and having two male colleagues rape me from both ends. Suddenly, I had an orgasm! I gritted my teeth, my face contorted, and violently ejaculated in front of the screen!
My body has always had a long orgasm, and it took almost three minutes of convulsions before I could stand up weakly, my vagina still dripping with vaginal fluid. This is my treasure. I wrote down my fantasies in my diary, trying my best to record every detail, then hid the diary in a secret compartment in the cabinet before enjoying a hot shower and finally lying in bed to savor the wonderful experience. If
reality could come true, if I could taste the different flavors of their semen, that would be even better.

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