Instructions that cannot be completed

The Inability to Complete an Instruction:
I currently work as the planning department manager at a business management consulting firm. Due to the nature of my job, working overtime is commonplace.
My company is primarily internally focused, and aside from the boss and a few salespeople, almost all the staff are women. Since my work falls under internal operations, I stand out as the "lone green leaf among a sea of red." Coupled with my height of 179 cm and rather attractive appearance, I often attract the attention of my female colleagues, leading to numerous "romantic encounters."
This incident occurred one evening while I was working overtime. (Another "overtime" scenario, proving that "overtime" has its advantages. Fellow hardworking office workers, next time you have to work overtime, don't make excuses!) For a "cross-industry alliance" project, I specifically asked my colleagues in the "IT department" to stay and discuss it together.
The "Information Department," to put it bluntly, is nothing more than a one-person department dedicated to collecting online information, and it's headed by Yi-Lin, the company's most beautiful woman.
Yi-Lin is 165cm tall, with a perfectly proportioned figure of 35C (I'm guessing) – 23 – 32, plus long, flowing black hair reaching her waist, an oval face, and bright, large eyes. I believe any man who sees her would feel a strange stirring, both psychologically and physically, especially those two mounds of flesh hidden beneath her clothes. Any man would fantasize about kneading and shaping those mounds in his hands.
Of course, fantasies aside, I only kept her around because of work (I genuinely had no ulterior motives at the time). But facing such a beauty, of course, I was particularly "enthusiastic" at work.
We discussed until after 9 PM. Everyone in the company had left, giving me strange looks as they went. Only Ziyi and I remained, still discussing the matter. We had reached a dead end, and unable to reach a conclusion, I suggested we go home and think about it further, revisiting it the next day. Ziyi seemed tired too, so she nodded and agreed.
We then organized and tidied up our documents, and I casually suggested we go out for dinner together. Because I always maintain a gentlemanly demeanor at work, Ziyi immediately agreed without hesitation. So, we ate something at a restaurant (no alcohol, please), and then I drove her home.
During dinner, we suddenly came up with a great idea, but due to the inconvenience of the location, after I took her home, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "You...would you like to come up and discuss the idea we just had?"
"Is that convenient?"
"It's fine, I live here alone. But...you...can't do anything inappropriate!"
"Do you think I would do anything inappropriate?"
(I was actually a little angry at that moment, because I still have some standing at the company. Although she was very attractive to me, it wasn't enough to make me do something 'beastly'.)
Yi-Lin suddenly smiled very brightly and said, "I invited you up to talk because I believe you won't."
After she said that, I couldn't muster any more anger, but I felt like another kind of anger was rising.
(I won't...I really won't?)
So I followed Yi-Lin up to her place (on the sixth floor). After entering her room (she lived in a suite), she led me to sit on one side of the small coffee table, while she sat on the other side. Instead of going home to shower or change into sexy clothes, she discussed things with me in her work clothes. I thought this was quite different from the erotic scenes I'd seen, so I figured it wouldn't be anything special. I started a serious discussion with her.
But before we even began, she said, "Let's discuss this like this, okay? You can't 'sit next to me'!"
"I know," I replied irritably.
A little while later,
"Come take a look," Yi-lin said, pointing to her laptop screen.
I hadn't thought about the earlier restriction, so I moved closer to look at the information she wanted me to see. While we were discussing it, I unconsciously found myself 'sitting' next to her. When she realized (I don't know when she realized it, I only knew she'd noticed when she spoke up...), she imposed another restriction:
"You can sit next to me, but you can't 'sit next to me'!"
"Oh!" I replied with a half-smile.
As the computer screen rotated, we sat closer and closer, until we were unconsciously leaning shoulder to shoulder. She noticed but didn't say a word.
I genuinely hadn't noticed before, but this time I truly "noticed" it. The faint fragrance emanating from her was making me slightly dizzy, and her V-neck blouse revealed her pale pink bra, tightly encasing her two prominent breasts. The gaps created as she moved forward and backward further accentuated the shape of her rounded breasts. I almost forgot what we were supposed to discuss.
A short while later, she suddenly imposed another restriction:
"It's okay for you to lean closer, but you can't put your hands on my shoulders!"
"Um!" I didn't know how to answer her, so I just mumbled a reply.
(This seems to have inspired my next move.)
So, in the next action, my right hand "intentionally" or unintentionally rested on her shoulder. She seemed to "notic" it again, and as before, she remained silent. However, I could feel her breathing becoming a little rapid; with each breath, gaps appeared between her breasts more frequently, and I, too, became more satisfied with my visual experience.
She had a new "constraint."
"It's okay for your hand to be on my shoulder, but... you can't just... touch me randomly downwards!"
"Hmm..." That was all I could answer. (This seems to be another new "instruction.")
Of course, following the "instruction," my right hand "unconsciously" traced a gentle arc downwards, lightly caressing her breasts with my fingers.
(My God, what full and bouncy breasts! It feels like pressing against freshly baked buns. I can't imagine what it would feel like to have them in my hands, naked and unrestrained!)
As my fingers continued to wander, I noticed something like a bean emerging from the center of her breast (that must be her nipple). As her nipple rose, her breathing became more frequent, but she remained silent and composed.
However, it didn't last long before she said,
"You... it's okay to... touch... like this, but... you... can't 'put your hands inside her clothes'!"
This time, I simply didn't answer and followed her orders.
I slowly raised my right hand, reaching the neckline, and then slowly slid it down. When my fingers touched her bra, my heart began to race. So, after gently brushing past her bra, I moved down to touch her soft breasts.
Slowly, I found what had been hardening on her chest earlier—her nipple, round and small, with what looked like tiny bumps around it.
At this point, it seemed that neither of us could concentrate on the screen. We could only guess what the other was thinking. As for me, I wasn't some greenhorn who had never been with a woman before. I didn't want to impulsively pin her down. I just found this kind of "following orders" very exciting and exhilarating. That's why I could only wait for the next "instruction" without moving.
The 'instructions' finally came, and she managed to maintain a certain tone as she said,
"You... can... touch... me like this... but... you... can't 'take off my clothes,' and... you can't 'kiss' me with your mouth..."
(Wow, two 'instructions' at once! Looks like you're getting impatient!)
Without further ado, what needed to be done had to be done. This time, relying solely on my right hand might be a bit slow, so my left hand began to voluntarily 'help.' As the buttons were undone one by one, her snow-white body gradually began to be revealed. Amidst the expanse of snow-white skin, there was a breathtaking focal point—her breasts, surrounded by a pale pink bra, seemed as if they might jump out at any moment. Now was the time to 'liberate' them.
The instant her bra was undone, almost without any time difference, I immediately pressed my lips to her breasts and kissed them, while simultaneously extending my tongue to gently tease her nipples; with continuous and diligent work, I finally made the parts that should protrude even more, and the parts that should be hard were almost hard as well.
"You...you...um...you...can kiss my...breasts, but...you...you can't...'kiss my...mouth'...even if...you...really want to...kiss...you can't...'put...your...tongue...into my...mouth'...oh!...I...I...I definitely won't...'put my...tongue...out'..."
(It seems she's really getting anxious; the 'instructions' seem to be increasing.)
I started pressing my lips to hers. As soon as our lips touched, I felt something soft and wet squeeze into my mouth. It turned out to be her tongue. Our tongues immediately intertwined, and it was impossible to tell whose tongue was intertwined with whose...
At this moment, because of the position, I naturally placed my hand on her thigh, which unexpectedly led me to 'obey' her next 'instruction'.
She gasped, "You...kiss me...touch me up there...it's okay...but...you...can't...touch...my down there!"
At that moment, I suddenly realized I wanted her to give me more specific instructions. So, I stopped being silent and immediately reached my right hand under her skirt to explore her pubic area. When my hand touched her silk panties, I felt a rush of heat into my palm. I could feel her sparse pubic hair rubbing against the bulge in her panties. I asked,
"You want me not to...touch...that place down there...?"
My fingers were already pressing against her vulva, coincidentally on her clitoris, which made her gasp even more. She answered my question cooperatively,
"Mmm...it's...there...ah...mmm..."
I pressed, "If I don't know where it is, I'll touch it randomly!"
"You...you...you're so bad...you just want...me to say it...it's...there...my...little...hole..."
She finally said it, and then quickly gave another instruction:
"You...touch...my...little hole...it's okay...but...you...you can't let...me...touch...your...penis..."
At this moment, I thought that if I didn't obey, I might get a glare in return. So I immediately "obediently" unzipped my zipper, letting my nearly 20-centimeter penis show itself, and at the same time quickly pulled her hand down to my proud spot.
The moment her hand touched my genitals, it was as if she had found a life raft in the ocean; she immediately gripped it tightly and wouldn't let go, then smoothly moved it up and down repeatedly. Her eyes instantly shone with a strange light, and at the same time, she gave the 'command':
"You...your...penis...is so hard...so thick...and...so long...I can...help you...touch it...but...you...can't 'make me...suck...or...lick...your...penis'..."
At this point, I could only give her a smile and gently guide her head towards my genitals; she 'easily' let me push it in, then opened her small mouth and took it in. Perhaps mine was too long or her mouth was really too small, because it reached her throat before it was even halfway in. Even so, she still 'dutifully' gently sucked and licked it for a while.
Although I was already brimming with lust, I still had to play by her "rules of the game." After she had been busy for a while, she finally spoke:
"Um... it's okay... you... can... touch my... breasts... and... my... pussy... and kiss me... I can also... touch your... big cock... and suck and lick your... big cock... but... you... can't... 'put your... big cock... outside my... pussy... tease me...'"
(Wow... after all that work... I still have to tease you... okay! Looks like I really have to be obedient today.)
So I gently placed my thick, hard cock on her vulva, and then used my egg-shaped glans to tease her vaginal opening and clitoris with varying pressure. At this point, she could only answer me with panting sounds:
"Ah... um... uh... so... itchy... ah... ah... your... cock... is so hard... I... I... my... pussy... is so numb... so good... so... uh..."
At this moment, she finally couldn't help but give the 'command':
"So... so itchy... uh... you... you... can... use... your... big cock head... to... rub... my... pussy... but... but... you... you can't... 'use your... big cock... to... insert... or... fuck... my... little tender pussy!'"
Almost without saying 'yes', I quickly sent my about-exploding brother into her pussy.
"Sizzle..." With a sound, the big cock finally 'squeezed' into her pussy.
(Oh my god, her pussy is so tight, I have to 'squeeze' it in. Luckily I did a lot of foreplay, otherwise I might be stuck and unable to move.)
"Ah...it's in...so...so thick...so...so full...it's killing me...my...pussy...is being...fucked...full...ah...ah..."
I kept pushing my cock into her pussy, and waves of pleasure kept surging up.
However, what I admired was that she was still able to give "instructions" at this time:
"Ah...ah...oh...you...you...really...duck...in...oh...ah...so deep...ah...good...I...I...I let you fuck...I let you...insert...but...you can only...insert for a moment...fuck...fuck me for a moment...a moment...ah...you...you...can't...'fuck me...fuck...me...fuck for too long...oh...I can only...let you...fuck...a moment...a moment...oh...you...can't...fuck...me...I...orgasm...oh...ah...it hits..."
If I really listened to her at this time, she might have bitten off my flesh, so I could only continue to "work hard".
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...my little pussy...is being fucked to pieces...it's bursting...ah...so good...so comfortable...so...faster...faster...ah...I can't take it anymore...good...big dick brother...you...are so good at fucking my pussy...oh...good...I...I...I'll let you...fuck...let big dick brother...insert...my little pussy...I'll let you fuck it all...I'll let you...insert...I'll fuck it until...it feels good...insert until...you feel good...oh...faster...faster...ah...almost there..."
With a "ah..." she had already orgasmed more than three times.
And I, urged on by her constant orgasms, gradually began to lose control.
"Oh...your little pussy...is squeezing me...so good...so comfortable...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm about to cum...I'm about to come..."
At this point, her speech was a little slurred, but she still spoke intermittently:
"Ah...ah...oh...big cock brother...it's so deep...good...it's okay...it's so good...I...I...it feels so good...I...today...let you...touch my...breasts...touch my...little cunt...and...touch your...big cock...eat your...big cock...and...let...your...oh...big cock...fuck me...insert...my...tender cunt...it's all okay...let you fuck me...oh...I...feels so good...I've orgasmed...several times...it's all okay...but...oh...big cock...brother...if...ah...you're going to ejaculate...if you're going to ejaculate...ah...you...'can't...ejaculate...into...tender cunt...that...that...will make my...tender cunt...ah...scald...to heaven...absolutely...can't...ejaculate...into...tender cunt...ah!'ah...it's coming again..."
(I really admire you to the extreme; even at this point, you can still give 'instructions'!)
But just then, a mischievous thought suddenly popped into my head: I've been 'disobedient' (completing all the instructions) all night, so I'll just 'obey' this one last time.
So, after hundreds more thrusts, just as I was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled my penis out and ejaculated wildly against her chest.
She…
"Ah…ah…oh…so good…ah…why did you pull out…ah…"
As I sprayed all my semen onto her alluring 35C breasts, I saw a look of disappointment in her eyes. I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe her away, only to find tears welling in her eyes. Panicked,
I quickly comforted her. After all, we hadn't had much interaction at work, yet we'd ended up having sex under these circumstances. I thought she'd definitely think I was a very promiscuous person.
Seeing her tears streaming down her face, he didn't know how to resolve the situation. After a moment of awkward silence, she choked out,
"Waaah... I... waaah... today... I told you not to do... but you... waaah... you didn't care... you... waaah... you kept doing it."
(Good heavens, honestly, what man wouldn't do that? But, ultimately, it was his fault, and it didn't feel right. He should comfort her first!)
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. You can scold me, blame me, hit me, but please don't cry anymore. It's because you're so charming that... that I couldn't help... doing this to you."
(My dear lady, I really want to apologize. Please don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, I really won't know what to do. I'm most afraid of women's tears!)
After saying this, she continued to sob.
She began, "I told you not to do these things all night, but you kept doing them..."
"I'm sorry, it's really because you're so charming, that's why I..."
"Lying..." she suddenly said seriously.
"I...I'm not lying, it's really because you're so beautiful and captivating, that's why I kept doing it."
"Then you..."
I thought to myself that she was going to press me about whether I liked her or not. It seems I'll have to have a 'fixed' girlfriend from now on. With that in mind, I'll just let her do as she pleases.
"I...I really..." I could only continue to answer innocently.
"Then you..."
"Then you..."
"Then you..."
(I mean, sir, just say whatever you want, I'm prepared for this!)
"Then...why were you so 'obedient' at the end just now!"
(What the heck!!! I...I...this...)
"Hmph! So you're lying again!!"
"I...I...I...this..." At this point, I really didn't know how to answer.
"You're lying!"
"Yilin, don't be angry, I really...I..."
"I won't listen! I won't listen!"
She said, covering her ears with her hands and shaking her head repeatedly. As she shook her head, her breasts swayed from side to side, making me almost forget that I was apologizing to her. After
a long while, she suddenly said, "I won't listen to your explanation. Things have already come to this point...forget it."
(Oh no, it seems she's really angry!)
"However..."
(What the heck!!! There's a 'however,' could it be...)
"You...you absolutely 'can't' touch me again!"
(No way!!)
"Also, you absolutely 'can't' sleep here tonight, because you'll definitely...do me again (whispering)."
(What can I say!!)

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