Wall Street Women's Night Out

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A Wall Street Woman's Night Out
Beijing winters bring darkness exceptionally early. After finishing the last document, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Dean Wu pulled his coat tighter, picked up his briefcase, and hurried towards the faculty apartments. Today was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Dean Wu had accepted an invitation from Emma, a foreign faculty member, to enjoy her Christmas dinner. Emma had been laid off from Lehman Brothers in the fall; her husband was also a Lehman executive, now working in real estate in New Jersey.

This semester, the business school temporarily hired several high-flying executives from Wall Street, including both Chinese and Americans, with Emma being the youngest.

(This semester, the business school temporarily hired several high-flying executives from Wall Street, with Emma being the youngest.) At the table, candlelight flickered. Emma busied herself, dressed in all black: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Dean Wu knew exactly what the American woman's purpose was; she was trying to build connections since only three foreign faculty members would be rehired next semester. She learned quickly, knowing how easy it is to talk at the Chinese dinner table!

It can't compare to the New Year's Eve dinner; it's just turkey and potatoes. We American women aren't great cooks, but dessert is our specialty. Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully, "This will definitely be unforgettable for you!"

The turkey and potatoes were finally taken away. Dean Wu smiled and said,

"It's unforgettable now. Should I close my eyes?"

"Okay, close them. No peeking!"

A rustling sound. "

Alright, unforgettable, right?"

Dean Wu opened his eyes and jumped up abruptly:

"Emma, what are you doing?!"

A beautiful woman stood there, graceful and elegant. Blue eyes, golden hair. Beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. High, firm breasts, a full waist, rounded hips, curvaceous and shapely. A flesh-colored transparent nightgown, no bra, no panties. On her fair, high breasts, two slightly trembling pink nipples; between her soft, plump mons pubis, a soft, smooth, golden mound.

The man stepped back a foot, the woman stepped forward a foot.

"Don't do this! This is a school, not a brothel, much less the White House, and you're not an intern!"

"So what? The ocean accepts all rivers, men accept mistresses, don't you want some? Am I not sweet enough?"

(Am I not sweet enough? Don't you want some?) The woman's tender, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around the man's neck, then a long, slender, white thigh wrapped around his waist, her soft vulva pressing against something hard, grinding against it.

The man forcefully pushed the woman away. "

This isn't America! Please have some self-respect!"

Falling to the ground, the woman cried. "

It's over! It's all over! You look down on me, and you won't renew my contract! My whole family is unemployed, there's the mortgage, and I still owe 100,000 yuan on credit cards, God, what am I going to do?"

Dean Wu listened quietly, then sighed deeply. "

Things aren't that bad, and I didn't look down on you, really!"

Dean Wu helped Emma up, trying not to touch her naked body.

"Emma, you're a woman, let me tell you a story."

You know, I've been married twice. My ex-wife was the best woman in the world, but we only lived together for less than a year. Back then, I was just a lowly lecturer, penniless, while my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house, and then our finances collapsed; there were layoffs everywhere. To keep her job, my wife slept with her boss, Jack. That bastard went too far and came to my house, where I caught them. I panicked, grabbed a lamp, and smashed his head open—blood gushed out. He knelt down and begged, and my wife held me tightly, saving his life. I kicked them both out! I told them to get as far away as possible!

Later, when I learned the whole story, I regretted it! But before kicking them out, I did one good deed. I made that bastard swear a solemn oath to give Fang'er a proper status.

Did he keep his promise?

Hmm, his wife, coincidentally, was also named Emma. She couldn't stand him anyway, extorted a huge sum of money, and then dumped him.

So, how are they doing now?

They got married, had a child, and lived in Canada. You know how it is there—you won't starve, even if you don't eat well. Sigh, more than ten years have passed in a flash. Things really do change.

Emma said, tears welling in her eyes. "

I never imagined it. I thought you'd always had it so easy. I'm a woman with a hard life too. During my internship at Lehman Brothers, my boss was named Jack—shit. American names are so monotonous. One night, he kept me behind, shoved his thing in my mouth, and said oral sex doesn't count as intercourse, and complaining wouldn't do any good. I ran home and caught my boyfriend and my best female classmate in bed together.

I couldn't do anything; not a single company would give me even a single interview. I knew it was that bastard who was behind it. But I had no choice but to give in. The first two years were okay; we squandered our money. Now, it's all over. That bastard has no skills other than falsifying accounts; he even became a real estate agent—doesn't he know what the future holds? Idiot! Now it's all over. That old bastard's thing isn't working anymore, so he beats me." I'm a woman, and I've come all this way to embarrass myself.

When it comes to sensitive topics, women are ready to kneel. "I

don't care if I don't teach, I can be your secretary, Dean, please save the business!" "I don't want to take nude photos for Playboy!"

"No! No!" "It's been almost a century since the abdication of the Xuantong Emperor." Dean Wu quickly helped the woman up. "

The hearts of the Chinese and American people are connected

." "Emma, don't be like that, I told you, it's not that bad. I might as well reveal a little, the teachers and students have a very high opinion of you. You're not like those guys who keep saying 'brother, I was on Wall Street.' Everyone says your classes are very practical, some of which aren't in the syllabus, like how you talk about estimating the inflated figures in financial statements, that's very popular!" The students say you also teach them how to dress properly, the graduating class has benefited greatly!

However, there are also negative reactions. Dean Wu smiled, a few girls from other departments came to complain that their boyfriends, after taking your class, gave them a cold shoulder and called them unfashionable.

Emma smiled too, and the atmosphere lightened.

"Emma, I've been too busy and haven't attended your classes. How do you manage to make those boys so infatuated? Don't tell me you're wearing this to the podium." "

Of course not, it's simple, wait a minute!"

The woman turned and went into the bedroom.

Another rustling sound.

Dean Wu slowly stood up, and a charming, elegant white-collar woman appeared before him, so real. A creamy white silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Fang'er, it's you, you're back! You're finally back!"

The woman was lifted up, carried through the bedroom door, and placed on the large Simmons bed. Her clothes were thrown to the floor one by one: the man's sweater, vest, trousers, briefs, socks, and shoes; and the woman's silk shirt, suit skirt, lace bra, and lace-trimmed panties.

Emma closed her eyes.

A hot, smooth body pressed against him, gentle hands skillfully caressing every hill, every plain, and every ravine, again and again. Thick, full lips bit into the woman's earlobe: "

Fang'er, don't go anymore, I won't let you go."

The woman's body went limp, languidly yearning for the man. Gentle lips and tongue continued to roam, from top to bottom, from the outside in, kissing every crevices, every forest, every meadow. The woman's body grew hotter and hotter, a surge of desire rising within her. The man straightened up, gently parted the woman's legs, knelt between them, and carefully, his hard, iron-like penis slowly sank into the pale golden pubic hair.

"Fang'er, I'm here."

"Ah, so good!" The woman groaned, yearning.

(Ah, so good! A Chinese-made penis thrusts into the tender opening of the American beauty.) Outside the window, the north wind howls.

Inside, candlelight flickers, the boudoir warm.

The man's movements are gentle, without roughness or wildness, only boundless tenderness and care. The woman is like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling at will.

Oh, Fang'er, oh, Fang'er.

Suddenly, snowflakes begin to fall outside, swirling and endlessly.

In the warm, soft candlelight, the passionate couple offer themselves to each other, promising eternity.

Emma thought she would forever be intoxicated by the gentle waves, but then the man's thrusts came. Heavy breathing filled her ears, growing increasingly rapid! Between his legs, frantic thrusting, growing more and more intense! A series of storms tossed the woman to the bottom and then propelled her to the crest of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melted soul floating out of her body, dancing in the air like a feather. She looked down and saw a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, tightly entwined on the soft, comfortable bed, inseparable. The woman clung to the man's broad arms, her legs clamped tightly around his waist through thin, flesh-colored stockings. One high-heeled shoe clung precariously to her taut toes, swaying with the rhythm of their intercourse, while the other was nowhere to be seen.

The woman moaned desperately, pleading. "

Ah, deeper! Deeper! Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!

Oh, Fang'er, I'm coming! Oh, here you go! Here you go!"

The man's breathing grew more rapid, and finally, the woman's high-heeled shoe rolled off. The passionate couple trembled, semen gushing forth, their juices flowing freely. They melted together, limp and powerless.

Dean Wu lay contentedly on the bed, Emma's head resting on his chest, gently stroking her smooth belly. "

I'm so jealous of your ex-wife."

There was no response.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke:

"Emma, did I do well?" "

What's wrong?"

"I mean, did I satisfy you?"

"Of course! I don't lie in bed!" Emma teased, "You're great, really, I like gentle men."

"That's good." The man laughed too, "I see on porn sites that people often say we're not as good as your men.

That's nonsense! I started dating when I was fifteen, I know men too well! We American men, if we don't take medication after thirty-five, we'll be whipped! I've traded biotech stocks, do you know which pharmaceutical companies in America are the most bullish? Birth control pills and aphrodisiacs! Birth control pills because we have too many teenage mothers, aphrodisiacs because our men are too bad!"

Emma's hand continued to stroke downwards.

"When I was in school, I dated Asian boys, South Korean? Japanese? I can't remember, anyway, they were all so insecure." But you are different, you are Chinese men! The Chinese men who fought our men to a pulp in Korea and Vietnam! You are like mountains, from Shangganling to the Kejie Lang River Valley, from Zhenbao Island to Liangshan! Why are you hesitant in bed?

Emma, you know so much. I think

the Chinese man couldn't continue, because the American beauty had already grasped his penis and was slowly stroking it. A wave of warmth, a wave of tingling, her sexy red lips took the swollen glans into her mouth.

Our Dean Wu couldn't withstand such stimulation.

Ah, ah, Emma, stop! I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth!

Dean Wu pulled the woman into his arms, kissing her tenderly.

What a night this is, to meet such a wonderful woman!

Darling, give me one more time, okay? Just treat me like Fang'er.

No, you are not Fang'er, you are Emma, the one and only Emma, I need you!

The Chinese man once again pressed the beautiful Hu woman down beneath him, his raging penis thrusting forward.

I've heard that ancient China had some kind of bedroom arts, darling, can you tell me about them?

Sure, isn't it delightful to learn and practice what you've learned? Let's start with the simplest one: "Fire from a distance"! Also known as "the old man pushing a cart." Dean Wu got up, knelt down! Spread your legs! Stick your butt out! Yes, stick your butt out a little higher, spread your legs a little wider!

Dean Wu knelt between the woman's legs, staring at her white, tender buttocks and the dark cleft. Hairy, wet, the dark red labia trembled slightly. This was unbearable! He held his hard, steel-like penis, pressed it against her wet, tender opening, took a deep breath, grasped the woman's slender waist, and slowly thrust forward! The swollen, purplish-red glans, made in China, parted the two delicate labia, slowly squeezing into the American woman's body, and then, the indomitable penis, little by little, inch by inch, finally, was completely inside.

When East meets West.

Oh, so comfortable! Emma moaned, her fair, full buttocks involuntarily swaying with the man's friction. The man's panting, the woman's moans, the collision of their lower abdomens and buttocks, and the wet, slurping sounds of his penis sliding back and forth in her sticky vagina echoed in the night air.

Dean Wu, supporting the woman's waist, unhurriedly performed the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, slowly savoring and enjoying the sensation.

The American woman's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her fair, high buttocks swaying back and forth, her love juice flowing down like a stream. With each thrust of the man, the pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, unstoppable!

Ah, don't stop! Lord, fuck me, fuck me hard!

(Fire from a distance.) (Pouring candles upside down.) Midnight had passed, the entire apartment building was silent and dark, except for one window, where a tireless light still shone. The Chinese Traditional Culture Symposium was still going on in depth and for a long time.

Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

The candles were poured upside down.

Winters in Beijing get dark exceptionally early. After finishing the last document, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Dean Wu wrapped his coat tighter, picked up his briefcase, and hurried towards the faculty apartment. Today was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Dean Wu had accepted an invitation from Emma, a foreign teacher, to enjoy her Christmas dinner. Emma had been laid off from Lehman Brothers in the fall; her husband was also a Lehman executive and now worked in real estate in New Jersey.

This semester, the business school temporarily hired several high-earning professionals from Wall Street, some of whom were of Chinese descent and others American; Emma was

the youngest among them. The candlelight flickered at the table. Emma busied herself, dressed in all black: a black halter-neck evening gown, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Dean Wu knew exactly what the American woman's purpose was; she was trying to build connections since only three foreign teachers would be rehired next semester. She learned quickly, knowing how easy it is to talk at the Chinese dinner table!

It can't compare to New Year's Eve dinner; it's just turkey and potatoes. We American women aren't great cooks, but dessert is our specialty. Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully, "This will definitely be unforgettable for you!"

The turkey and potatoes were finally cleared away. Dean Wu smiled and said,

"It's unforgettable now. Should I close my eyes?"

"Okay, close them. No peeking!

" A rustling sound. "

Alright, unforgettable, right?"

Dean Wu opened her eyes and jumped up abruptly:

"Emma, what are you doing?!"

A beautiful woman stood gracefully. Blue eyes, golden hair. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her lips were red and her teeth were white. High, firm breasts, a full waist, and rounded, shapely hips. She wore a flesh-colored, transparent nightgown, without a bra or panties. On her fair, high breasts, two pink nipples trembled slightly; between her soft, plump mounds of flesh, a soft, golden pubic hair.

The man took a step back, the woman took a step forward.

"Don't do this! This is a school, not a brothel, not the White House, and you're not an intern!"

"So what? The ocean accepts all rivers, men accept mistresses, don't you want some? Am I not sweet enough?"

(Am I not sweet enough? Don't you want some?) The woman's delicate arms wrapped around the man's neck, then a long, fair thigh wrapped around his waist, her soft vulva pressing against something hard, grinding against it.

The man pushed the woman away forcefully.

"This isn't America! Please have some self-respect!"

Falling to the ground, the woman cried.

"It's over! It's all over! You look down on me, and you won't renew my contract! My whole family is unemployed, I have a mortgage, and I still owe 100,000 yuan on credit cards. God, what am I going to do?"

Dean Wu listened quietly and sighed deeply. "

Things aren't that bad, and I don't look down on you, really!"

Dean Wu helped Emma up, trying not to touch her naked body. "

Emma, you're a woman, so let me tell you a story.

You know, I've been married twice. My ex-wife was the best woman in the world, but we only lived together for less than a year. At that time, I was just a junior lecturer, penniless, and my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house, and then our finances collapsed; there were layoffs everywhere. To keep her job, my wife slept with her boss, Jack. That bastard went too far and even came to my house, where I caught them. I panicked, grabbed a lamp, and smashed his head open; blood gushed out. He knelt down and begged, and my wife held me tightly, which saved his life. I kicked them out!" Let them get as far away as possible!

Later, when I learned the whole story, I regretted it! But before kicking them out, I did one good thing. I made that bastard swear a solemn oath that he would give Fang'er a proper title.

Did he, that bastard, keep his word?

Well, his wife, coincidentally, is also named Emma. She couldn't stand him anyway, extorted a huge sum of money, and then dumped him like a fart.

Are they doing well now?

They're married, have a child, in Canada. You know that place, you won't starve even if you don't eat well. Sigh, more than ten years have passed in a flash. It's true that fortunes change.

Emma said, tears welling up in her eyes.

I never expected this. I thought you'd always had it easy. I'm also a woman with a hard life. When I was interning at Lehman Brothers, my boss was named Jack. Shit, American names are so monotonous. One night, he kept me behind, shoved that thing into my mouth, and said that oral sex doesn't count as intercourse, and that complaining wouldn't do any good. I ran home and caught my boyfriend and my best female classmate in bed together.

I had no choice; not a single company gave me even a single interview. I knew it was that bastard who was behind it. But I had no choice but to go along with him. The first two years were alright; we squandered everything. Now, it's all over. That bastard has no skills other than falsifying accounts; he even became a real estate agent, doesn't he know what the future holds! Idiot! Now, it's all over; that old bastard's thing is no longer working, so he beat me up. I'm a woman, and I've come all this way to be humiliated.

When it comes to painful topics, women are ready to kneel.

I don't even need to teach; I can be your secretary, Dean, please save the market! I don't want to take nude photos for Playboy!

No! No! It's been almost a century since the abdication of the Xuantong Emperor. Dean Wu quickly helped the woman up.

The hearts of the Chinese and American people are connected.

Emma, don't be like this; I told you, it's not that bad. I might as well reveal something: the teachers and classmates have a very high opinion of you; you're not like those others who always say "brother" like they did when I was on Wall Street. Everyone says your classes are very practical, some topics aren't even in the syllabus, like how you explain how to estimate the inflated figures in reports—that's really popular! Students say you also teach proper attire, which has been incredibly helpful for graduating students!

However, there have been some negative reactions. Dean Wu smiled. Several girls from other departments came to complain that their boyfriends, after taking your class, gave them the cold shoulder and called them unfashionable.

Emma smiled too, and the atmosphere lightened.

"Emma, I've been too busy to attend your class. How do you manage to make those young men so infatuated? Don't tell me you're wearing this to the podium." "

Of course not, it's simple, wait a minute!"

The woman turned and went into the bedroom.

There was another rustling sound.

Dean Wu slowly stood up, and a charming and elegant white-collar woman appeared before him, so real. A cream-colored silk long-sleeved shirt, a gray-black suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Tears welled up in her eyes. "

Fang'er, it's you, you're back! You're finally back!"

The woman was lifted up by the waist, carried through the bedroom door, and placed on the large Simmons bed. Her clothes were tossed to the floor one by one: the man's sweater, vest, trousers, briefs, socks, and shoes; and the woman's silk blouse, suit skirt, lace bra, and lace-trimmed panties.

Emma closed her eyes.

A hot, smooth body pressed against hers, gentle hands skillfully caressing every hill, every plain, and every valley, again and again. Thick, full lips bit her earlobe: "

Fang'er, don't go anymore, I won't let you go."

The woman's body went limp, languidly yearning for the man. Gentle lips and tongue continued to roam, from top to bottom, from the outside in, kissing every nook and cranny, every forest and meadow. The woman's body grew hotter and hotter, a surge of desire rising within her. The man straightened up, gently parted the woman's legs, knelt between them, and carefully, his hard, iron-like penis slowly sank into the pale golden pubic hair.

"Fang'er, I'm here.

So good!" With a moan, the woman yearned.

(So good! A Chinese-made penis thrusts into the American beauty's tender orifice.) Outside the window, the north wind howls.

Inside, candlelight flickers, the boudoir warm.

The man's movements are without roughness, without wildness, only boundless tenderness and care. The woman is like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling at will.

Oh, Fang'er, oh, Fang'er.

Suddenly, snowflakes begin to fall outside the window, swirling and endlessly.

In the warm, soft candlelight, the passionate couple offer themselves to each other, promising eternity.

Emma thought she would forever be intoxicated by the gentle waves, but then the man's thrusts came. Heavy breathing fills her ears, growing increasingly rapid! Between his legs, frantic thrusting, growing more and more intense! A series of storms tosses the woman to the bottom and then push her to the crest of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melted soul floating out of her body, dancing in the air like a feather. She looked down and saw on the soft, comfortable bed a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, tightly entwined, inseparable. The woman clung to the man's broad arms, her legs clamped tightly around his waist through thin flesh-colored stockings. One high-heeled shoe clung precariously to her taut toes, swaying with the rhythm of their intercourse, while the other was nowhere to be seen.

The woman moaned desperately, pleading. "

Ah, deeper! Deeper! Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!

Oh, Fang'er, I'm coming! Oh, here you go! Here you go!"

The man's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and finally, the woman's high heels rolled off her feet. The passionate couple trembled, semen gushing forth, vaginal fluids flowing freely. They melted together, limp and powerless.

Dean Wu lay contentedly on the bed, Emma's head resting on his chest, gently stroking her smooth belly. "

I'm so jealous of your ex-wife."

No response.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke:

"Emma, did I do well?

" "What?

I mean, did I satisfy you?" "

Of course! I don't lie in bed!" Emma teased, "You're great, really, I like gentle men."

"That's good." The man laughed too, "I see on porn sites that people often say we're not as good as your men.

That's nonsense! I started dating when I was fifteen, I know men too well! We American men, if we don't take pills after thirty-five, we get whipped! I've traded biotech stocks, do you know which pharmaceutical companies in America are the most promising? Birth control pills and aphrodisiacs!" "Birth control pills are because we have too many teenage mothers, aphrodisiacs are because our men are too bad!"

Emma's hand continued to stroke downwards. "

When I was in school, I dated Asian boys, South Korean? Japanese? I can't remember, anyway, they were too insecure. But you're different, you're Chinese men! You're the Chinese men who beat our men to a pulp in Korea and Vietnam! You're like mountains, from Shangganling to the Kejie Lang River Valley, from Zhenbao Island to Liangshan! Why are you hesitant in bed?

Emma, you know so much." I think

the Chinese man couldn't continue, because the American beauty had already grasped his penis and was slowly stroking it. A wave of warmth, a wave of tingling, her sexy red lips took the swollen glans into her mouth.

Our Dean Wu couldn't withstand such stimulation.

"Ah, ah, Emma, stop! I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth!"

Dean Wu pulled the woman into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

What a night this is, to meet such a wonderful person!

Darling, give me one more time, okay? "Treat me like Fang'er."

"No, you're not Fang'er, you're Emma, the one and only Emma, I need you!"

The Chinese man once again pinned the beautiful Hu woman beneath him, his engorged penis thrusting forward. "

I've heard that ancient China had some kind of bedroom arts, darling, tell me about them?"

"Alright, isn't it delightful to learn and practice what you've learned? Let's start with the simplest one, 'Fire from a distance,' also known as 'the old man pushing the cart.'" Dean Wu got up and knelt down! "Spread your legs! Stick your buttocks out!" "Yes, stick your buttocks out a little higher, spread your legs a little wider!"

Dean Wu knelt between the woman's legs, staring at her white, tender buttocks and the dark cleft. Hairy, wet, the dark red labia trembled slightly. This was unbearable! He held his hard, steel-like penis, pressed it against her wet, tender opening, took a deep breath, grasped the woman's slender waist, and slowly thrust forward! The swollen, purplish glans of the Chinese-made penis parted the delicate labia and slowly squeezed into the American woman's body. Then, the relentless shaft, little by little, inch by inch, finally slid in completely.

When East meets West.

Oh, so good! Emma moaned, her fair, full buttocks involuntarily twisting with the man's friction. The man's panting, the woman's moans, the collision of their lower abdomens and buttocks, and the wet, slick sounds of the penis sliding back and forth in her sticky vagina echoed in the night air.

Dean Wu, supporting the woman's waist, calmly performed the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, slowly savoring and enjoying the sensation.

The American woman's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her fair, high buttocks swaying back and forth, her love juice flowing down like a stream. With each thrust of the man, the pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, unstoppable!

Ah, don't stop! Lord, fuck me, fuck me hard!

(Lighting a fire across the mountain.) (Pouring candles upside down.) Midnight has passed, and the entire apartment building is silent and dark, except for one window, where a tireless light still shines. The Chinese Traditional Culture Symposium is still going on in depth and for a long time.

Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

Pouring candles upside down.

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