Female colleague from Hong Kong

In 2008, the day after the Beijing Olympics ended, I returned to Beijing. At that time, I had nothing: no money, no house, no girlfriend, and no job. After living in a rented room for a while, life gave me a lifeline. The vice president of the education company I had worked for after graduation had left to start his own training school. I met him by chance on QQ and, hearing he was recruiting, asked him if he had any suitable jobs. Unexpectedly, this boss was extremely enthusiastic towards me, not only personally meeting me for coffee and chatting, encouraging me to join their team, but also promising a monthly salary of no less than 10,000 yuan. This was like a lifeline for me in my dire straits, so I signed a contract on the spot without hesitation. Unexpectedly, not long after starting at that company, it was acquired by a Hong Kong company. It was this acquisition that led to two wonderful romantic encounters in my life.

During the period when the acquisition was underway, the Hong Kong headquarters sent a woman to Beijing to coordinate the acquisition, including the financial and human resources aspects. I first met this woman at a dinner party. In November 2008, my boss, along with several key employees including myself, treated her to dinner. He introduced us, shaking hands with each of us, and named her Vicky. She wore a black women's trench coat and stylish riding boots, with long, black hair, looking professional and capable. Her face wasn't particularly beautiful, but she possessed a unique charm rarely seen in mainland Chinese women—sexy yet aloof. During dinner, I kept glancing at her, but she never made eye contact with me. I assumed it was just a fleeting encounter, but two nights later, my boss suddenly called, saying they were having karaoke and wanted me to join in. When I arrived, I saw Vicky sitting in a corner. The group, seeing me, requested a song for me—Jacky Cheung's "Listen to the Sea," one of my specialties. After I finished singing, Vicky looked at me with surprise. I smiled politely at her, and she smiled back. Encouraged by my colleagues, Vicky and I sang a duet. After I finished singing, Vicky's gaze towards me completely changed; it was the look one gives to a close female friend.

That night, Vicky and I exchanged phone numbers, and for the next week, we chatted every night before bed. Finally, one day, I suggested to her: "Want to play the piano together?"

And so, I successfully used my piano as a trump card to win over this beautiful young woman from Hong Kong.

In hindsight, the correct way to put it might be that she won me over, rather than me winning her over. Because throughout the whole process, she acted like a mature, confident woman, guiding the course of events. That night, we first had hot pot together, and then went to the piano room as agreed. I resorted to my old trick: "You sit on my lap, and I'll teach you how to flirt." However, this childish approach completely failed with the mature, confident Vicky. Because when I timidly hugged her from behind and gently kissed her cheek, she suddenly turned around, grabbed my collar, and passionately kissed me. Then, her tongue began to roam freely in my mouth, forcing my tongue to retreat until it finally surrendered.

This was the first time in my life I'd been so actively kissed by an older woman; it felt incredibly strange. She exuded a captivating perfume, even her saliva had a sweet taste. Her hair covered my head, her nostrils constantly brushed against mine, and I could smell her breath. She opened her mouth again and again, taking mine in, leaving a layer of juice on my lips. Before I could even lick it off, her tongue would invade my mouth again.

The intense French kiss made me hot all over, and my penis involuntarily hardened. She noticed the change in my genitals and without hesitation reached into my pants, found my penis, grasped it, and skillfully masturbated me. I wanted to take off my pants, but she stopped me, saying she didn't want to do it there. I suggested we get a room tonight. She said, "Let's go to my apartment."

Vicky's apartment was in a mixed-use office building next to the Agricultural Research Institute; the rent was already 10,000 yuan a month. When I entered her room, I saw a lot of materials and documents piled on her desk. She told me to take a shower and wait in bed while she finished some things. I asked if it was about the acquisition, and she said, "Trade secrets."

After showering, I waited in bed for a long time, but she didn't come. So, naked except for my underwear, I quietly walked up behind her, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "What are you looking at?" She turned her head, looked at me, and lightly slapped me, saying, "Don't look! It's all trade secrets!" I kissed her neck and ear, saying, "I'll keep it a secret." She was weak from my kisses, sat in the chair, tilted her head back, and gave me a few French kisses, then said, "It's all your boss's fault. He managed the company's finances and personnel like a mess, and I have to sort it out myself. It's exhausting." I slipped my hand inside her pajamas, which she had already changed into, and touched her round breasts, gently pinching her nipples. While asking her, I said, "Let's forget about work for now tonight." She couldn't resist my teasing and stood up from her chair. I picked her up and placed her on the table, kissing her neck and breasts passionately. Then I moved down, burying my face in her bra, revealing her lace panties. I kissed them a few times through the panties, then pulled them off and began to give her oral sex. Her vaginal fluids gradually moistened her, overflowing from her labia.

Her desire surged, and she grabbed my hair, turning to face me, presenting her anus and vagina to me, saying, "I want it, give it to me now." Without a word, I raised my penis and thrust it in, holding her buttocks. Her vagina was wide; I guessed she was a promiscuous woman who had had many casual sex, otherwise, she wouldn't have such a wide vagina that even my large penis felt strained against. What deserves praise is her buttocks, shaped like a heart, incredibly alluring. I think she must be particularly confident in her buttocks to willingly let a man enter her from behind!

As I entered her from behind, we passionately French kissed. After about ten minutes, I got a little tired, and my penis softened. But she, still highly aroused, couldn't handle this change in hardness, so she turned around, squatted down, and, looking at me seductively, began to give me oral sex. Her technique was so skillful that I even suspected she had worked part-time in Dongguan, because one couldn't possibly master this level of oral sex without having been with more than ten men. She completely understood what men needed, her tongue swirling around my penis, then stopping at the glans and sucking it into her mouth. At the same time, she gently teased the sensitive area between my anus and testicles with her sharp nails, and occasionally licked my balls with her tongue. In less than half a minute, my penis climaxed again.

This time, I decided to have a showdown with her in bed, so I picked her up and rushed to her bed with her. Then I held her down and entered her body using a traditional missionary technique. Back on the bed, my penis performed far better than it had at the table; both its hardness and girth were ideal. After dozens of rapid thrusts, she opened her eyes wide, looking at me with a surprised and pitiful expression, her brows furrowed, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, baby, I'm coming!"

I still remember her expression during her orgasm; her wide-open mouth and look of astonishment are particularly memorable. Later, I learned from our conversation that she hadn't had an orgasm in a year. Although she had no shortage of partners, she always had difficulty achieving orgasm, so she was basically the one servicing the men during hookups. After her orgasm, I pulled out my penis and rested for a while, but she was still unsatisfied and wanted me to give her another orgasm from behind. I pointed to my penis and said, "It's a little tired." She looked at my penis and then said, "Get hard quickly, I want to do it from behind again."

Vicky rolled over, lying on her side beside me, gazing at me intently. She then French kissed me, starting on my neck, ears, and moving down to my nipples, armpits, and sides. Throughout the kiss, she kept her eyes on me with a seductive gaze. Next, she slid her tongue down my abdomen, down to between my thighs. This time, she didn't give me oral sex directly, but instead circled that area with her tongue, occasionally lightly teasing one of my testicles before moving away. What you can't have is what you want. This teasing, push-and-pull approach instantly revived my penis. Seeing my penis hard again, she no longer concealed her desire, lying on the bed, sticking out her buttocks, and said to me: "Quick, I want the doggy style."

I grabbed her peach-shaped buttocks, fondling them with ecstasy, while vigorously thrusting my penis in and out of her vagina. She cried out, "Oh, baby, you are so big!" Then came, "Slap my ass, slap my ass!" I slapped her ass hard, using the pain to enhance her pleasure. Soon, I reached my climax. Before ejaculating, I tried asking her, "Can I cum inside?" She just kept shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me." Since she didn't object, I didn't hold back. And so, for the first time in my life, I ejaculated every last drop of my hot semen into a woman's body. Those

hoping to see the poster being trained by Vicky might be disappointed. It turns out that while Vicky is a woman with extensive sexual experience, she isn't a submissive. In fact, in all of China, and even in the entire Chinese-speaking world, true female submissives are extremely rare. True queens like Anita from Xiamen are truly rare and hard to find. She is the only true female submissive I've ever met in my life, and I've never encountered such a pure trainer since. This also led to my transformation from a male submissive to a male dominant. But that's a story for another time.

Let's get back to my story. After sleeping with Vicky, we became sexual partners in a sense. Every day at work, I pretended not to know her, but at night we indulged in unrestrained physical pleasure. That period was also the time when my youthful hormones were released most thoroughly. I even felt that the most interesting thing in life was to stay in bed with someone sexually compatible every day, not going anywhere or going to work. Unfortunately, the happy times were short-lived. Soon, Vicky had to go back to Hong Kong. On the day she left, I nervously sent her a text message: "You won't tell anyone about us, will you?" She replied: "If we tell anyone, I'll be more unlucky than you."

Just like that, Vicky disappeared from my life. I didn't even keep a single photo of her. Perhaps this is Beijing. Here, you can indulge your lust without considering the consequences, without worrying that those one-night stands or multi-night sexual partners will affect your masked life. Because you are all just fleeting passersby in each other's lives. She's gone, no need to miss her, because who knows what excitement and surprises await you in the future.

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