State-owned enterprise promiscuity series

This is a state-owned petrochemical enterprise, holding a pivotal position in China's petrochemical industry. Within its territory, besides essential production facilities, it encompasses all service industries available in society, including primary schools, middle schools, kindergartens, hospitals, and so on.

Because of this company, the state has established a dedicated government agency, its administrative division being the entire enterprise. It even has its own courts, police stations, and procuratorates. The only facilities it lacks are a prison and a crematorium.

For the sake of convenience, let's call it Company A. This is a consequence of the planned economy era, and there's no need to evaluate the merits or demerits of this enterprise setup here.

The reason for this lengthy explanation is to illustrate the various drawbacks of this kind of enterprise-run society, where society is essentially the enterprise, and the helpless lifestyle of the protagonist in this environment, leading to many interesting stories.

[Chapter 1: The Humiliating Office Secretary]

A-Qing is a 35-year-old woman. For her, fate has been kind; the years haven't left any signs of aging on her face. On the contrary, due to her age, she possesses a mature woman's charm and sensuality.

A baby-faced girl, always wearing a sweet smile, with beautiful, upturned eyes and arched eyebrows like delicate crescent moons. Despite having given birth, her waist remained slender, and her pert buttocks, seen from behind, always evoked a desire to have sex with her. Her

full breasts, concealed by a thin blouse, seemed eager to burst forth, making one want to tear off the blouse and have a good time – that was true pleasure.

On the surface, Ah Qing was a proper white-collar worker, but in reality, she was the factory manager's private captive, a true slut serving the chairman in every way.

Suddenly, Ah Qing's Siemens cell phone rang with pleasant music, a very unique song. Ah Qing smiled; she knew this call must be from the company chairman, Zhang Feng. Only his phone would have this sound. She hadn't seen Zhang Feng in a long time; he had been in Beijing on business for several days.

As she thought about it, Ah Qing's lower body began to gush with lustful fluid, and her ears turned bright red. If one could tear off her skirt, they would find that her pantyhose were already soaking wet.

"Hello? I'm back." A male voice came from the phone. "Missed me? You little slut, you're all wet down there, aren't you?"

"Mmm... Someone's around, be gentle." It was a gentle female voice, like hypnotizing something. If one could hear words like that every day, it would be the epitome of happiness.

"Then come over."

"Okay, I'm coming."

Ah Qing didn't say goodbye to anyone and quickly left the office with small steps.

Everyone knew what was going on and was used to it. Besides, who she was with, there was no need for anyone to make things uncomfortable.

As the leader of a large company managing more than 20,000 people, Zhang Feng also felt a lot of pressure and burden. In the beginning, he had put in unimaginable effort and struggle to get to this position. It was incorrect and unfair to attribute Zhang Feng's rise to power entirely to flattery and bribery.

To be precise, Zhang Feng's rise to power was the result of his own hard work. To achieve this, he rose from a junior college graduate and on-site operator to foreman, section chief, dispatch director, and assistant general manager. Many believed that Zhang Feng, not yet 40, had reached this position through bribery and buying his way in. However, only Zhang Feng himself and his close friends knew how much he had sacrificed for this day.

Since being assigned to the company at the age of 22, many of his fellow college graduates stayed in the administration, but he voluntarily requested to work as an ordinary operator in the newly established system. For over a decade, overtime, work, and study constituted his entire life at the company.

During this time, he, originally an engineering student, self-studied and passed his undergraduate law degree and the actual MBA program. Regarding English, a subject many struggle with, Zhang Feng could converse fluently with foreigners. His exceptional eloquence and insightful observations impressed many foreign visitors to the company.

The door opened gently, revealing a standard chairman's office: a spacious room with black granite flooring. Few people use this color for flooring; it was Zhang Feng's idea. He believed black signified solemnity and seriousness, so that senior figures entering the room would naturally feel oppressed and uncomfortable. This was also a way of intimidating those who disagreed with him. Since assuming this

position, Zhang Feng's daily life could truly be described as "trembling with fear, walking on thin ice." But only in this way could Zhang Feng, who had never been one to admit defeat, find the true value of life.

Aside from the flooring, the entire room was neat and clean, without any unnecessary decorations. A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, filled with all sorts of books, especially military books—a whole shelf dedicated to war history and strategy—showing that this leader was a military enthusiast or even a quasi-military expert.

Another unique feature of the bookshelf is the inclusion of medical books, revealing Zhang Feng's family background as a family of doctors—his father and maternal grandfather were renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. The other books are the usual management books, legal encyclopedias, and books on interpersonal relationships. All of this highlights the distinctive nature of this leader.

In front of the bookshelf is a standard executive desk; the dark brown desktop exudes solemnity and authority. A Dell computer sits on it, its large LCD monitor sure to please many computer enthusiasts. Next to the computer is a national flag and some neatly arranged stationery. Aside from these, the desk is empty. Unlike many leaders whose desks are piled high with documents, this one is completely bare, making the entire desk appear clean and tidy.

Opposite the bookshelf is a row of sofas—or perhaps chairs would be a more accurate description—used for conversations. In front of the chairs is a small coffee table, part of a set. Apart from these, the entire office appears spacious and simple.

Next to the bookshelf is an inconspicuous little door. The story that unfolds behind this door is what everyone is most interested in. It is here that our Chairman Zhang Feng conquered one young woman after another, especially our beautiful office secretary: A Qing.

Our male protagonist, Zhang Feng, has a standard square face, a broad forehead, neatly combed hair, and a straight nose. His only flaw is that his eyebrows are too short, like two black worms crawling on his eyes.

Ah Qing once joked, "These eyebrows, like a mustache, need to be groomed to look good."

But Zhang Feng replied, "These eyebrows represent a lot of luck; they're rare and beautiful, and shouldn't be touched."

His thin lips gave him a sharp and calculating appearance, and indeed, in many ways, Zhang Feng was meticulous and calculating, and many who offended him ultimately met with bad ends. At the same time, Zhang Feng was also a man of great loyalty and affection. His friends, lovers, and many of his employees and managers were grateful to him. In their hearts, Zhang Feng was a good leader; regardless of his personal conduct, his conscientiousness, responsibility, and warmth in treating employees and his work were the best explanation.

Now, our protagonist is lying on the recliner behind his desk, frowning, looking quite troubled. Seeing Ah Qing enter, his eyes light up, and he smiles.

"What's wrong, Zhang Feng?" Ah Qing asked softly, as she always addressed him when no one was around. "Didn't your trip to Beijing go well?"

"Yes, the stock listing attempt failed again. Those men in Beijing are utterly despicable; we spent the money, and it still didn't work." Thinking of his trip to Beijing, Zhang Feng's brow twitched, as if something was amiss.

"It's alright, Zhang Feng. With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle," Ah Qing said softly, walking up to Zhang Feng and putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Iron rod? Heh... Missing my iron rod, huh?" Zhang Feng chuckled wickedly. "Come on, help me."

"Hmph, you bad guy, who knows who you've been hanging out with in Beijing, now I have to help you." Ah Qing said, but knelt down, lowered her head, and kissed Zhang Feng's crotch. Her slender hands unzipped Zhang Feng's pants, heh heh, his underwear was already bulging.

"Come on, baby!" Zhang Feng murmured, his hand reaching towards Ah Qing's back, unbuttoning her bra.

"Not here, okay?" Ah Qing said gently, "Inside." "Okay!" Zhang Feng stood up, picked up the petite Ah Qing, and pressed his lips tightly together. "Do you know how much I've missed you, you little slut?"

Ah Qing was already panting heavily, her eyes were languid, full of tenderness, and she couldn't say a word. Zhang Feng, carrying A Qing, arrived at the small door beside the bookshelf. He pushed the door open, revealing a sizable and tidy room with a bed, a table, and a fairly large bathroom.

Zhang Feng and A Qing clung to each other and fell onto the bed. Their heavy breathing filled the room, giving it a lewd atmosphere.

"Come on, suck it, suck your iron rod," Zhang Feng said, panting.

"Mmm, ah, no..." A Qing cried out in surprise.

With a ripping sound, her shirt was torn off, exposing A Qing's entire breasts to the air. Her full breasts, already exposed from Zhang Feng's unbuttoning, became erect from the sudden stimulation, like red cherries blooming on white lotus flowers.

Zhang Feng straightened up, irresistibly drawn to the dazzling beauty, and pounced on her, kissing A Qing's breasts. Even though they had been intimate countless times, seeing these breasts still caused him to involuntarily harden, wanting to immediately penetrate A Qing's wet, tender vagina. He greedily sucked on her breasts.

A Qing couldn't help but moan, "Ah...ah...you're so bad...don't bite...I can't take it anymore..."

Zhang Feng ignored her, continuing to kiss A Qing's fair breasts, while simultaneously reaching for her narrow office lady skirt, touching her long, slender thighs. He lifted the skirt, caressing her flesh-colored pantyhose, feeling their smooth, supple texture.

Zhang Feng's hand was still moving wantonly, feeling how wet it was. "How sensitive is it, my little darling?" Suddenly, Ah Qing exclaimed again, "No, no, don't go in."

It turned out that Ah Qing wasn't wearing underwear, and her pantyhose had an opening in the front. Zhang Feng's fingers slipped into Ah Qing's wet secret hole, touching her small clitoris. Zhang Feng began to knead this tiny fleshy bud.

Ah Qing let out moaning sounds, "Oh my god...it's so itchy...please have mercy on me...Zhang Feng...give it to me...I'm yours, ah..."

"Don't be so rough, I can't take it..."

"You little slut, have you been thinking about masturbating these days, huh?!"

Zhang Feng spoke in crude language, a stark contrast to his usual gentle manner. Only in this way did Zhang Feng feel stimulated and even harder.

"I've been thinking about you... I think about you every night... I have to touch my pussy... Only you can give me an orgasm... Ah... Ah... I'm coming... Ah..."

Ah Qing let out a long sigh, and streams of vaginal fluid rushed onto Zhang Feng's wanton fingers. The beautiful female secretary had her first orgasm.

"I never expected Ah Qing to be so sensitive, so vulnerable." Zhang Feng was filled with the smugness of conquest.

"You're so bad, who did you learn to be so good from in Beijing?" Ah Qing asked breathlessly.

"No one, I don't have time!" Zhang Feng replied smugly, "Why aren't you wearing underwear, and why did you cut a hole in your pantyhose?"

"You bad boy, it's for your convenience!" Ah Qing said sweetly.

These words instantly stirred up another huge wave. Zhang Feng suddenly rolled over, pinning A Qing beneath him, and began kissing her lips. Their tongues intertwined, swallowing each other's saliva. Zhang Feng hurriedly tore off his clothes, pressing them tightly against A Qing's body. Without any resistance, his thick penis entered A Qing's hidden private parts.

"Mmm... slower, it hurts!" A Qing cried out softly. "I know." Zhang Feng felt as if his penis was tightly surrounded by something, the wet sensation like soaking in a milk bath, the vaginal walls rubbing against each other.

Although A Qing had given birth, her vagina was still very tight, and his penis felt very comfortable inside. "Can I move now?" Zhang Feng asked gently. "Mmm, much better." "Then I'll start!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Feng began to thrust violently, each time penetrating deeply inside. A Qing let out a moan mixed with pain and pleasure.

"Ah...so good..." Zhang Feng croaked hoarsely. With each thrust, Ah Qing's juices flowed out, filling the room with a wanton atmosphere.

"Slower, okay? I want to feel you properly. It's been so long, I've really missed you," Ah Qing said gently.

Hearing the beauty beneath him's words, Zhang Feng involuntarily slowed his pace and began to slowly enter. His penis, moistened by the juices, grew even thicker, the glans red and menacing like a giant snake's head. Zhang Feng spread Ah Qing's legs apart and lifted them up, exposing her entire vulva—what a beautiful sight! The small opening was still damp with juices, and the clitoris, engorged with blood, looked bright red and adorable. The once neatly trimmed pubic hair was now a mess.

Because her legs were spread wide, the entrance to her vagina was exposed. Zhang Feng stood by the bed, supporting A Qing's legs, tearing off the pantyhose still hanging between her thighs, and pressing his penis tightly against the secret entrance. Without waiting, his penis once again invaded her beautiful vagina.

This time, the movements were gentle and considerate. His penis pressed tightly against the bottom of the vaginal opening as it entered. Due to the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, the secret opening felt warm and moist. His penis, like a small boat on an adventure, slowly glided through the stalactite-filled cave. The only difference was that this boat was large and hard, pushing aside the stalactites on the stone walls one by one, reaching deep into the cave. A Qing let out a satisfied sigh.

Zhang Feng began to slowly enter and then slowly withdraw, spreading A Qing's legs wide with both hands. Each entry fully penetrated the depths of her vagina, feeling the tightness and stimulation of the secret opening. Each insertion made A Qing moan in ecstasy. The penis grew even harder and thicker, and Zhang Feng felt a surge of excitement. He slowed down, beginning a series of shallow and deep thrusts, pulling his penis to the entrance and then gently inserting it a little more, rubbing it against A Qing's tender clitoris to ignite her lustful desires. Soon after, he thrust deeply, making the intimate contact between their flesh even more thorough.

As the movements quickened, A Qing's moans grew louder and more uncontrollable: "Oh...ah...it feels so good, Zhang Feng, I...I love you so much...you're fucking me to death..." Zhang Feng's body also gradually reached a state of climax. This was a state-owned petrochemical enterprise, holding a pivotal position in China's petrochemical industry. Within its territory, besides the necessary production facilities, it possessed all the service industries available in society: primary schools, middle schools, kindergartens, hospitals, and so on.

Because of this company, the state established a dedicated government agency, its administrative division being the entire enterprise, even including dedicated courts, police stations, and procuratorates. The only facilities it lacked were prisons and crematoriums.

For the sake of convenience, let's call it Company A. This is a consequence of the planned economy era. There's no need to judge the merits or demerits of this corporate structure here.

As for why I'm going to such lengths to write about this, it's to let everyone understand the various drawbacks of this kind of corporate-run society, where society is essentially the company, and the helpless way of life the protagonist in this story has in this environment, which leads to many interesting stories.

Chapter One: The Humiliation of the Office Secretary.

A-Qing was a 35-year-old woman. Fate seemed to have been kind to her; the years hadn't left any signs of aging on her face. On the contrary, her age had given her a more mature and alluring charm. She had

a baby-faced girl with a sweet smile, beautiful eyes that arched slightly upwards, and arched eyebrows like delicate crescent moons. Despite having given birth, her waist remained slender, and her pert buttocks, seen from behind, always evoked a desire to have sex with her. Her

full breasts, hidden beneath a thin blouse, seemed eager to burst forth, making one want to tear off the blouse and have a good time—that was true pleasure.

On the surface, A-Qing was a proper white-collar worker, but in reality, she was the factory manager's private captive, a true slut serving the chairman in every way.

Suddenly, Ah Qing's Siemens phone rang with a pleasant, unique tune. Ah Qing smiled; she knew this call must be from Zhang Feng, the company's chairman. Only his phone made that sound. She hadn't seen Zhang Feng in a long time; he'd been in Beijing on business for several days.

Lost in thought, Ah Qing felt a surge of lustful fluid flowing from her lower body, her ears turning bright red. If they could tear off her skirt, they'd find her pantyhose soaked through.

"Hello? I'm back," a male voice came from the phone. "Missed me? You little slut, all wet down there, aren't you?"

"Mmm... Someone's around, be quiet." It was a gentle female voice, almost hypnotic. Hearing words like that every day would be blissful.

"Then come over."

"Okay, I'm coming."

Ah Qing didn't greet anyone, quickly leaving the office.

Everyone knew what was going on, and no one was surprised. Besides, who she was with, there was no need for anyone to make things awkward.

As the leader of a large company managing over 20,000 employees, Zhang Feng felt immense pressure and burden. His rise to this position required unimaginable effort and struggle. Attributing his advancement solely to flattery and bribery is incorrect and unfair. To be precise

, Zhang Feng's rise was the result of his own hard work. From a junior college graduate and on-site operator, he worked his way up to foreman, section chief, dispatch director, and assistant general manager. Many believe that Zhang Feng, not yet 40, reached this position through bribery and buying his way in. However, only Zhang Feng himself and his close friends know the extent of his sacrifice.

Since being assigned to the company at 22, many of his fellow college graduates stayed in the administrative offices, while he voluntarily requested to work as an operator in the newly established system. For over a decade, overtime, work, and learning constituted his entire life at the company.

During this time, he, originally an engineering student, self-studied law and passed the actual MBA program. He could converse fluently with foreigners in English, a subject many struggled with, and his exceptional eloquence and insightful observations impressed many foreign visitors to the company.

The door opened gently, revealing a standard chairman's office: a spacious room with black granite floors—a color rarely used for flooring. This was Zhang Feng's idea; he believed black signified solemnity and seriousness, making senior figures feel oppressed and uncomfortable, a way of intimidating those who resented him.

Since assuming this position, Zhang Feng's daily life could truly be described as "trembling with fear, walking on thin ice." But only in this way could Zhang Feng, who had never been one to admit defeat, truly find the value in life.

Aside from the floor, the entire room was neat and clean, devoid of any superfluous decorations. A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, filled with all sorts of books, especially military books. Many war history and strategy books filled an entire shelf, suggesting that this leader was a military enthusiast or even a quasi-military expert.

Another unique feature of the bookshelves was the inclusion of medical books, revealing Zhang Feng's family background as a family of doctors—his father and maternal grandfather were renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Other books were the usual management books, legal encyclopedias, and books on interpersonal relationships. All of this highlighted the leader's distinctiveness.

In front of the bookshelves was a standard executive desk; the dark brown desktop exuded solemnity and authority. A Dell computer sat on the desk, its large LCD monitor envied by many computer enthusiasts. Next to the computer was a national flag and some neatly arranged stationery. Aside from these, the desk was empty. Unlike many leaders whose desks were piled high with documents, this desk was completely bare, making the entire space appear pristine.

Opposite the bookshelf was a row of sofas, very ordinary wooden sofas, or perhaps chairs would be a more accurate description; these were for people to sit on when they came to talk. In front of the chairs was a small coffee table, part of a set. Apart from these, the entire office felt spacious and simple.

Next to the bookshelf was a very inconspicuous little door. The story behind this door is what everyone is most interested in. It was here that our Chairman Zhang Feng conquered one young woman after another, especially our beautiful office secretary: A Qing.

Our male protagonist, Zhang Feng, had a standard square face, a broad forehead, and his hair was neatly combed back. He had a straight nose, and his only flaw was that his eyebrows were too short, like two black worms crawling over his eyes.

Ah Qing once joked, "These eyebrows, like a mustache, need to be groomed to look good."

But Zhang Feng replied, "These eyebrows represent a lot of luck; they're rare and beautiful, and shouldn't be touched."

His thin lips gave him a sharp and calculating appearance, and indeed, in many ways, Zhang Feng was meticulous and calculating, and many who offended him ultimately met with bad ends. At the same time, Zhang Feng was also a man of great loyalty and affection. His friends, lovers, and many of his employees and managers were grateful to him. In their hearts, Zhang Feng was a good leader; regardless of his personal conduct, his conscientiousness, responsibility, and warmth in treating employees and his work were the best explanation.

Now, our protagonist is lying on the recliner behind his desk, frowning, looking quite troubled. Seeing Ah Qing enter, his eyes light up, and he smiles.

"What's wrong, Zhang Feng?" A-Qing asked softly, as she always addressed him when no one was around. "Didn't your trip to Beijing go well?"

"Yes, the stock listing attempt failed again. Those men in Beijing are just bastards! We spent the money, and it still didn't work." Thinking of his trip to Beijing, Zhang Feng's brow twitched, as if something was wrong.

"It's alright, Zhang Feng. With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle." A-Qing said softly, walking up to Zhang Feng and putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Iron rod? Heh... Missing my iron rod, huh?" Zhang Feng chuckled mischievously. "Come on, help me."

"Hmph, you bad guy, who did you hang out with in Beijing? Now I have to help you." A-Qing said, but then knelt down, lowered her head, and kissed Zhang Feng's crotch. Her slender hands unzipped his zipper, and his underwear was already bulging.

"Come on, baby!" Zhang Feng murmured, his hand reaching behind A Qing's back to unbutton her bra.

"Not here, okay?" A Qing said gently, "Let's go inside." "Okay!" Zhang Feng stood up, picked up the petite A Qing, and pressed his lips tightly against hers, "Do you know how much I've missed you, you little slut?"

Ah Qing was already panting heavily, her eyes filled with seductive allure, utterly speechless. Zhang Feng carried Ah Qing to a small door beside the bookshelf, pushing it open. It was a fairly large room, also very tidy, with a bed, a table, and a fairly large bathroom.

Zhang Feng and Ah Qing embraced and fell onto the bed, their heavy breathing filling the room, giving it a sensual atmosphere.

"Come on, suck it, suck your iron rod," Zhang Feng said, panting heavily.

"Mmm, ah, no..." Ah Qing cried out in surprise.

With a ripping sound, her shirt was torn off, exposing Ah Qing's entire breasts to the air. Her full breasts, already exposed from Zhang Feng's unbuttoning, were suddenly stimulated, and her two rosy nipples stood erect, like red cherries blooming on white lotus flowers.

Zhang Feng straightened up, irresistibly drawn to the dazzling beauty, and pounced on her, kissing A Qing's breasts. Even though they had been intimate countless times, seeing these breasts still caused him to involuntarily harden, wanting to immediately penetrate A Qing's wet, tender vagina. He greedily sucked on her breasts.

A Qing couldn't help but moan, "Ah...ah...you're so bad...don't bite...I can't take it anymore..."

Zhang Feng ignored her, continuing to kiss A Qing's fair breasts, while simultaneously reaching for her narrow office lady skirt, touching her long, slender thighs. He lifted the skirt, caressing her flesh-colored pantyhose, feeling their smooth, supple texture.

Zhang Feng's hand was still moving wantonly, feeling how wet it was. "How sensitive is it, my little darling?" Suddenly, Ah Qing exclaimed again, "No, no, don't go in."

It turned out that Ah Qing wasn't wearing underwear, and her pantyhose had an opening in the front. Zhang Feng's fingers slipped into Ah Qing's wet secret hole, touching her small clitoris. Zhang Feng began to knead this tiny fleshy bud.

Ah Qing let out moaning sounds, "Oh my god...it's so itchy...please have mercy on me...Zhang Feng...give it to me...I'm yours, ah..."

"Don't be so rough, I can't take it..."

"You little slut, have you been thinking about masturbating these days, huh?!"

Zhang Feng spoke in crude language, a stark contrast to his usual gentle manner. Only in this way did Zhang Feng feel stimulated and even harder.

"I've been thinking about you... I think about you every night... I have to touch my pussy... Only you can give me an orgasm... Ah... Ah... I'm coming... Ah..."

Ah Qing let out a long sigh, and streams of vaginal fluid rushed onto Zhang Feng's wanton fingers. The beautiful female secretary had her first orgasm.

"I never expected Ah Qing to be so sensitive, so vulnerable." Zhang Feng was filled with the smugness of conquest.

"You're so bad, who did you learn to be so good from in Beijing?" Ah Qing asked breathlessly.

"No one, I don't have time!" Zhang Feng replied smugly, "Why aren't you wearing underwear, and why did you cut a hole in your pantyhose?"

"You bad boy, it's for your convenience!" Ah Qing said sweetly.

These words instantly stirred up another huge wave. Zhang Feng suddenly rolled over, pinning A Qing beneath him, and began kissing her lips. Their tongues intertwined, swallowing each other's saliva. Zhang Feng hurriedly tore off his clothes, pressing them tightly against A Qing's body. Without any resistance, his thick penis entered A Qing's hidden private parts.

"Mmm... slower, it hurts!" A Qing cried out softly. "I know." Zhang Feng felt as if his penis was tightly surrounded by something, the wet sensation like soaking in a milk bath, the vaginal walls rubbing against each other.

Although A Qing had given birth, her vagina was still very tight, and his penis felt very comfortable inside. "Can I move now?" Zhang Feng asked gently. "Mmm, much better." "Then I'll start!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Feng began to thrust violently, each time penetrating deeply inside. A Qing let out a moan mixed with pain and pleasure.

"Ah...so good..." Zhang Feng croaked hoarsely. With each thrust, Ah Qing's juices flowed out, filling the room with a wanton atmosphere.

"Slower, okay? I want to feel you properly. It's been so long, I've really missed you," Ah Qing said gently.

Hearing the beauty beneath him's words, Zhang Feng involuntarily slowed his pace and began to slowly enter. His penis, moistened by the juices, grew even thicker, the glans red and menacing like a giant snake's head. Zhang Feng spread Ah Qing's legs apart and lifted them up, exposing her entire vulva—what a beautiful sight! The small opening was still damp with juices, and the clitoris, engorged with blood, looked bright red and adorable. The once neatly trimmed pubic hair was now a mess.

Because her legs were spread wide, the entrance to her vagina was exposed. Zhang Feng stood by the bed, supporting A Qing's legs, tearing off the pantyhose still hanging between her thighs, and pressing his penis tightly against the secret entrance. Without waiting, his penis once again invaded her beautiful vagina.

This time, the movements were gentle and considerate. His penis pressed tightly against the bottom of the vaginal opening as it entered. Due to the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, the secret opening felt warm and moist. His penis, like a small boat on an adventure, slowly glided through the stalactite-filled cave. The only difference was that this boat was large and hard, pushing aside the stalactites on the stone walls one by one, reaching deep into the cave. A Qing let out a satisfied sigh.

Zhang Feng began to slowly enter and then slowly withdraw, spreading A Qing's legs wide with both hands. Each entry fully penetrated the depths of her vagina, feeling the tightness and stimulation of the secret opening. Each insertion made A Qing moan in ecstasy. The penis grew even harder and thicker, and Zhang Feng felt a surge of excitement. He slowed down, beginning a series of shallow thrusts followed by a deep one, pulling his penis to the entrance and then gently inserting it a little more, rubbing it against A Qing's tender clitoris to ignite her lustful desires. Soon after, he thrust deeply, making the contact between their flesh even more thorough.

As the movements quickened, A Qing's moans grew louder and more uncontrollable: "Oh... ah... so good, Zhang Feng, I... love you so much... you're fucking me to death..." Zhang Feng's body also gradually entered a state of climax. He thrust violently into A Qing's tender vagina, each thrust bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid, soaking the sheets.

During their pleasure, A-Qing gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. Zhang Feng lowered A-Qing's legs and pounced on top of her, calling out, "A-Qing, hold me tight, quick!" A-Qing wrapped her arms around Zhang Feng's waist, lifting her hips to match his thrusts. Finally, they both let out a joyful moan.

A-Qing stretched out her long legs, arching her back, her beautiful breasts trembling, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall. Zhang Feng, exhausted, lay on top of A-Qing, too lazy to move.

After a while, he lifted off A-Qing, lying to one side, caressing the beautiful young woman's full breasts.

Thick, white semen flowed from A-Qing's tender, red vulva. Neither of them spoke, lying quietly, enjoying the tranquility after their frenzy. They both knew they would have to part soon, and although they were reluctant to leave each other, there was nothing they could do.

The door opened softly, and A-Qing slipped out like a kitten. If she were a cat, she would be a female cat in heat. The corridor was quiet and deserted. A-Qing straightened her clothes and walked outside.

After A-Qing passed, the door next to her opened softly, and a pair of malicious and lustful eyes stared at A-Qing's back. A middle-aged bald man swallowed hard and shrank back.

The second part describes A-Qing and Zhang Feng's first intimate encounter .

In the afternoon, at the routine general manager's office meeting, the company's main leaders were present: Vice General Manager Li Zhong, Deputy Secretary Kong Xiangyun, Board Secretary Chen Zheng, as well as two other vice general managers and the chief accountant.

At the meeting, Zhang Feng reported on the situation of his trip to Beijing and the minutes of the Securities Regulatory Commission's meeting. "This trip to Beijing was, overall, unsuccessful," Zhang Feng said. "Why do I say that? The people at the Securities Regulatory Commission are different now than before. Before, they only wanted money, equity, houses, and cars. Now, although this method is ostensibly prohibited, in reality, it has become even more rampant." Zhang Feng emphasized his tone.

"The methods they use are more covert. Ladies and gentlemen, we are a state-owned enterprise. Fortunately, there is a regulator, and every penny I spend is accounted for. If the stock is listed, it's fine. But if the stock cannot be listed, and the money is spent and gone down the drain, I will be ruined. I want to warn you all here: I went all out for the stock listing. Such a large company, so many people, all need to eat. Without development, without new profit growth points, there is only one way out: death. I'm going all out. But if anyone, for their own selfish gain, disregards the life and death of more than two thousand employees of the entire company, and reports me elsewhere, or whatever..." "Well, don't blame me for turning ruthless then."

Zhang Feng paused, then changed his tone: "Actually, if the stock can be successfully listed, everyone here will have a lot of original shares, which is good for everyone. I hope you can understand me." "Now, let me explain the current situation," Zhang Feng paused again: "Xiao Chen went with me, you tell me!" The board secretary, Chen Zheng, was a young man of about 28 years old, tall, with black hair, a very handsome man, a talented writer, a student of the Chinese Department of Nankai University, one of Zhang Feng's confidants, and also the boyfriend of A Qing's sister.

"The problem lies with the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) in the qualification review process for my company. They keep pointing fingers at the reports and documents we provide regarding related-party transactions. All state-owned enterprises going public have related-party transaction issues. The key is the support from the SEC's regional department and our local government." "Let me interject here," Zhang Feng interrupted, "Regarding local government matters, we need the direct support of city leaders. I'll go to the municipal government later to see Mayor Liu, who's in charge of industry, and ask him to accompany me to the province to find provincial leaders to go to Beijing with me. While I'm gone, Secretary Kong will handle the relevant matters with the city's departments." "

Regarding the reports, the finance department needs to expedite things and work with the issuer, Haitong Securities, to figure out how to resolve the related-party transaction issue. Mr. Wang, you should take the lead on this. Make changes where possible; don't get bogged down in the details. Xiao Chen, you continue."

"There's another problem: our company lacks the necessary office staff in Beijing. We need some people to run errands to various ministries. The old office in Beijing is too small, and we don't have any cars. We need everyone to consider how to solve this." "General Manager Zhang and I have already discussed this matter," Secretary Kong continued. He was a lean but energetic man in his fifties, and he seemed very upright. "The company plans to buy a new house in Beijing for over 2 million yuan, not far from the Securities Commission. We also plan to buy two more cars, a Mercedes and a Lincoln, also around 2 million yuan. One car will be for colleagues who go to Beijing on business, and the other will be for the Securities Commission. If we go public, we'll leave it in Beijing and lend it to them." "In addition, I'm considering establishing a listing committee, led by Mayor Liu, with me as his deputy, and Xiao Chen assisting me. We'll also transfer some people from relevant places to be fully responsible for the listing work. Secretary Kong and General Manager Li will decide on the personnel. There shouldn't be too many people; they need to be fluent in foreign languages, computer literate, good at socializing, and able to drink." At this point, everyone laughed. The tense atmosphere in the meeting room immediately eased. Everyone had shared who among their subordinates could drink and who couldn't.

"I suggest we send Xie Xiaoqing from the secretariat," said Deputy General Manager Li Zhong. Everyone fell silent, the atmosphere becoming awkward. To ease the tension, Li Zhong said mysteriously, "Did you know that Miss Xie is immune to alcohol, right, Xiao Chen?"

Chen Zheng clearly hadn't expected this question to be directed at him. He was about to say something when Li Zhong interrupted him, "Don't try to cover it up. Isn't she your future sister-in-law? Think of the company." A heavy accusation fell on Chen Zheng's head. He blushed and murmured, "That's not it." "Alright, alright, stop talking. I know Xiao Xie can drink. Let's decide!" Secretary Kong spoke up. "Besides, having a female colleague is better. In many situations, everyone brings female colleagues. It's not a good idea to be alone without one."

Zhang Feng frowned. Why would Old Li make such a suggestion today? Was it flattery or some other purpose? Old Li had always been against him; why was he deliberately saying this? He pondered for a while, then remained silent.

The meeting lasted a long time, discussing the personnel composition and organizational structure of the listing office, as well as the procedures and methods for purchasing houses and cars in Beijing.

Meanwhile, A-Qing left the company and returned to her home. Her husband, He Xin, was already busy cooking. He Xin was a meticulous engineer, the chief engineer of the company's mechanical power department, a university graduate, wearing glasses, and looking fair-skinned and scholarly.

"Mommy!" A-Qing's seven-year-old daughter called out as she came out of the bedroom. She was a lovely little girl, bright, pretty, and a good student—the couple's darling. Seeing her husband's busy work and her daughter's adorable expression, A-Qing's heart trembled. In a flash, she felt a pang of shame and despicable guilt. Thinking of this, she remembered Zhang Feng and their first meeting.

That happened three years ago. Back then, A-Qing was just an ordinary shift worker in a branch factory of the company. A-Qing was a graduate of a regular teachers' college and was assigned to teach English at the company's middle school after graduation. However, the school principal, who had always coveted A-Qing's beauty, tried to woo her, but failed. Later, as revenge, when the head office issued a document to clear out redundant personnel, he reassigned A-Qing to the finishing workshop as a regular operator. He hoped A-Qing would ask him for help so he could get what he wanted.

At that time, Zhang Feng was the director of the general dispatch office, a fairly high-ranking official. He diligently inspected every site and every important position every day, and that's how he caught A-Qing.

It was fate that brought them together. One day, Aqing's daughter, Beibei, fell ill and she hadn't slept well that night. Xiao He took Beibei to the hospital during the day. Aqing's listless appearance at work caught the attention of her foreman, a kind and caring older sister. Seeing Aqing's exhaustion, the foreman felt sorry for the beautiful young woman and advised her to go to the most secluded spot on the job to sleep for a while. However, Zhang Feng caught her sleeping on duty. In the chemical industry, sleeping on duty is a terrible offense; a slight mistake can lead to serious consequences.

The result was predictable: Aqing was laid off for three months. What Aqing found particularly unbearable was that her foreman was also implicated and laid off. This was a blow to the foreman, whose family situation was already difficult. For her foreman's sake, Aqing went directly to Zhang Feng, and they confronted each other in the dispatch director's office.

Only then did Zhang Feng truly notice the beautiful Aqing. At that time, Aqing was wearing ordinary work clothes, but her firm breasts stretched the clothes high, and her long hair was tied up behind her head. She looked especially beautiful when angry, appearing pitiful. Zhang Feng was instantly stunned.

Similarly, A-Qing was also momentarily attracted to this handsome man, but quickly got straight to the point: why was the squad leader being punished? "There's nothing to say. Tolerating sleeping on duty is the same mistake. Those who make mistakes must take responsibility," Zhang Feng answered all the questions in one go, then said nothing more, just quietly looking at A-Qing.

For some reason, perhaps worried about the squad leader's punishment, perhaps thinking of her own tragic experience, perhaps thinking about her daughter's illness, A-Qing involuntarily shed tears.

Zhang Feng didn't say a word, just watched A-Qing cry. For a moment, it felt like his heart was being torn apart; he wanted to hold this lovely woman in his arms, to comfort and cherish her, but Zhang Feng didn't move.

A-Qing sobbed for a while, then opened the door and left without saying a word. After A-Qing left, Zhang Feng sat blankly in his office for a long time before finally going out to drive home. When A-Qing

got home, her husband, Xiao He, and daughter, Bei Bei, hadn't returned. After waiting for a long time without seeing them, A-Qing became anxious and rushed to the intersection, intending to take a bus to the hospital.

Just then, Zhang Feng drove by and saw A Qing anxiously waiting for a ride. He stopped and let her in. At first, A Qing refused, but after thinking about it, she got in.

The ride was silent. Zhang Feng didn't say anything, only asking where they were going. A Qing didn't answer. When they arrived at the hospital, A Qing got out, thanked Zhang Feng, and said goodbye before leaving. This one sentence made Zhang Feng happy for a long time.

From then on, Zhang Feng knew A Qing's whole story. He paid attention to this beautiful young woman and wanted to love her properly. Using his power, he easily got A Qing's husband a job in the company's mechanical power department without anyone suspecting anything. Soon after, A Qing's shift leader was also transferred to be the workshop's union chairman. Others didn't know how, but A Qing, with a woman's intuition, knew it was Zhang Feng who did it, and she also developed feelings for him.

Perhaps fate was deliberately trying to bring them together. Not long after, Xiao He's sister was getting married in Shandong. Xiao He was too busy with work to attend, so A Qing represented her. Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was on a business trip to Shengli Oilfield in Shandong. The two unexpectedly met at the train station. Since her husband was with her, A Qing didn't say anything. They were colleagues, and Xiao He also knew Zhang Feng.

"You, Director Zhang, what brings you here?" Xiao He asked.

"I'm going to Shandong on a business trip. What about you?" Looking at the beautiful young woman, Zhang Feng was completely smitten.

"I'm taking my wife to Shengli Oilfield. My sister is getting married."

"Then we're going the same way, haha!" Zhang Feng couldn't contain his joy.

"I hope you can take care of my wife for me. She gets a little carsick." "No problem, we're colleagues." Zhang Feng replied.

"Thank you!" Xiao He said happily.

After boarding the train, Zhang Feng found A Qing and asked, "Can I get a sleeper berth?" A Qing followed Zhang Feng to his sleeper compartment as if possessed. Zhang Feng was the only passenger in his berth. A Qing sat in the seat opposite him, looking at the man, and for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if something was about to happen.

"What's wrong, Miss Xie?" Zhang Feng asked with concern, "Are you carsick?" "Nothing. I'm just tired," A-Qing replied softly, suppressing her excitement and unease.

This man is the man of my life, A-Qing thought. Although her husband had always been good to her, she always felt something was missing in their life, a lack of passion. Was this how she would slowly grow old, until death?

Zhang Feng gently sat down beside A-Qing, looking at this beauty, his heart pounding with excitement. He could see the affection in A-Qing's eyes, which warmed the heart of this man who had endured so much hardship at the company for so long. Both remained silent, lost in their own thoughts.

Outside the window, the train sped by, rows of villages and farmlands flashing past like shooting stars. Darkness fell, and neither of them ate, both lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from the train. A-Qing jumped in fright. The train entered a tunnel, and naturally, Zhang Feng embraced A-Qing. The two embraced tightly, kissing each other's cheeks, feeling each other's boundless love. Tears streamed down A-Qing's face. Zhang Feng gently kissed A-Qing's soft lips, murmuring, "I love you, Qing." A-Qing responded passionately to Zhang Feng's kiss, as if afraid of losing him immediately.

The train emerged from the tunnel, and although it was already dark, Zhang Feng and A-Qing separated. A-Qing's fair cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving with excitement, her full breasts rising and falling, causing Zhang Feng to involuntarily become aroused.

"Let's eat!" Zhang Feng calmed down. A Qing said shyly, "Okay, I'll touch up my makeup." A Qing stood up, took her small bag, and began to touch up her makeup. Zhang Feng's hands circled A Qing's slender waist, exploring her little by little. A Qing twisted and said, "It tickles!"

Zhang Feng could no longer control himself and suddenly pulled A Qing's shirt out from under her skirt. He reached his hands inside and grabbed A Qing's full breasts. "Ah, no, someone's here, wait a minute..." A Qing resisted and tried to pull Zhang Feng's hands down, but she couldn't. Zhang Feng pulled her into his arms. Since that was the case, A Qing stopped resisting and began to experience the roughness of the second man in her life.

The train continued its bumpy ride, the carriage flickering between light and shadow. Zhang Feng, holding A Qing, expertly unhooked her bra, revealing her full 34C breasts. He pulled her close, his fingers slowly pinching her nipples, which were already erect and rosy. A Qing was completely powerless, at his mercy, feeling as if she were sitting on something hard. She knew what it was, but she hadn't expected this man's penis to be so large and hard. Zhang Feng

lifted A Qing's shirt, kissing her back. His newly grown stubble tickled her skin, while his hands gently kneaded her breasts. A Qing's breasts were soft and smooth, every inch of her skin exquisitely defined. His hands lightly glided over every inch of her skin. A Qing trembled, never expecting this man she'd only met a few times to give her such a strange feeling. Her panties were already wet, and she felt a slight sensation in her vagina. How had she become so sensitive, so wanton?

Zhang Feng turned A Qing around, embracing her face to face. A Qing straddled Zhang Feng's lap, once again gazing intently at the man.

"I want to penetrate you, A Qing." These words struck like a bolt from the blue. Although A Qing had anticipated this outcome, she hadn't expected it to be so direct and explicit. "Not...not here..." Her voice trembled, a mixture of fear and desire unreadable.

"Yes! Why not?" Zhang Feng emphasized, his hands moving faster as he lowered his head to kiss A Qing's open breasts, gently biting her tender nipples with his teeth, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. A Qing involuntarily felt pleasure, her lower body becoming even more wet.

"This is so exciting!" A Qing thought. Being intimate with someone else, a man who wasn't her husband—it was an experience she had never had before!

Before she knew it, Zhang Feng had unzipped his pants, freeing his penis, which pressed tightly against A Qing's panties. Upon feeling it, A Qing's body went limp, and she was overflowing with fluid.

The train roared into the tunnel, and Zhang Feng's penis, peeking through the slightly pulled-up panties, entered her dreamland. Ah Qing was utterly powerless against Zhang Feng's boldness and audacity. Ah Qing was already very wet, and although Zhang Feng's penis was slightly angled, it easily slid in. Ah Qing felt as if her vagina had been torn open; the large penis pierced through the young woman's water curtain, and at the same time, pierced her heart.

The train lurched, and Zhang Feng's penis moved up and down inside Ah Qing's body. Ah Qing experienced wave after wave of orgasms, wave after wave of pleasure, her whole body feeling like it was on a trampoline. Zhang Feng's strong arms embraced Ah Qing's flat stomach; wave after wave of thrusting, wave after wave of tingling sensations, made her feel like she was in heaven.

The contact between their flesh grew faster and faster, and Ah Qing let out sounds she couldn't hide. Zhang Feng suddenly kissed Ah Qing's lips, increasing the pace of his movements, feeling the uncontrollable pleasure of his penis inside Ah Qing's tight, wet vagina. His thick penis repeatedly thrust deep into Ah Qing's little hole, causing Ah Qing to tremble. She suddenly stretched her legs, and a stream of cool, lustful fluid sprayed onto Zhang Feng's glans. Zhang Feng couldn't help himself either; his urethra relaxed, his waist straightened, and thick semen shot into Ah Qing's tender vagina, accompanied by a sigh of pleasure.

When it was over, Ah Qing angrily straightened her clothes, stood up, and said to Zhang Feng, "You went too far!" Zhang Feng hadn't expected this and was stunned.

That night, neither of them spoke, nor could they sleep, tossing and turning in bed. It was Zhang Feng who spoke first: "Ah Qing, I really love you. Don't blame me." "I don't blame you; I blame myself," Ah Qing said softly.

Hearing such words from "soft-boned beauty," Zhang Feng felt utterly ashamed. He gently approached A-Qing and said, "Believe me, I'll treat you well from now on." "There won't be a 'from now on.' This is the last time," A-Qing's voice was soft but resolute. Zhang Feng's head spun.

The next morning, everyone got up and washed. Zhang Feng, who hadn't slept all night, had bloodshot eyes. He stood blankly by the sink, lost in thought. Just then, a young man approached and said, half-jokingly, "Hey buddy, all the water's gone." Zhang Feng jumped up immediately: "So what if the water's gone? I'm happy, what's it to you!" The young man wasn't one to back down either, and retorted, "What the hell's wrong with you? Did I fuck your mother? You bastard, you want a beating,

don't you!" "I think you want a beating!" Zhang Feng punched him, and the young man's nose immediately bled. Unexpectedly, the young man wasn't alone; two more men suddenly appeared, surrounding Zhang Feng and kicking and punching him. Luckily, Zhang Feng was physically fit and didn't suffer too much damage. Many people watched. A-Qing squeezed in and tried to break up the fight. At this moment, the train conductor arrived and finally managed to separate them. The train police took everyone to the conductor's rest room for a reprimand, and they didn't come out for quite some time.

Seeing the blood still on Zhang Feng's lips, A Qing felt extremely distressed. She silently brought him some food to eat, and after watching him eat, she scolded him playfully, "How old are you? Still acting like this!" "It's all for you!" Zhang Feng retorted irritably. A Qing said gently, "Okay, okay, I'm not angry anymore. Just be more careful next time." Hearing this, Zhang Feng jumped up happily, like a big child.

The rest of the journey was short but fulfilling. The two of them talked about their past stories, as if it were their first love. At that moment, they both forgot they were married and hoped the train would never stop.

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