The new female assistant

My name is Nanfeng. This isn't my real name, of course; it's just that my name contains the character "Nan," and I have a slight hobby of playing mahjong, so my friends call me that. I'm thirty years old, single, and a manager at a fairly large finance company. My salary is good, and I live a comfortable life. Plus, I'm tall, strong, and handsome, so I'm never short of admirers and often have romantic encounters. Now, I'm going to tell you one of my personal experiences of a love affair. That day, I stayed at the company late, close to 11 PM. The company was deserted, except for me and a new assistant who had been there for less than a month, still diligently working. Her name was Xiaoling, twenty-one years old, a junior-to-senior in college experiencing the workplace during her summer vacation. She had long, flowing black hair reaching her shoulders, bright eyes, and a delicate face—a real beauty. She was less than 160 centimeters tall, but possessed a pair of enormous breasts that seemed completely disproportionate to her slender frame. That evening, she wore a black culotte and a white shirt. The top button of her shirt was undone, revealing a glimpse of her pink bra and her ample breasts, which were almost bursting out, making my heart itch with desire. From the first day she joined the company, I had noticed her, paying attention to her every move, every smile. The way she looked at me with alluring eyes and a charming smile almost made me lose my mind and turn into a lustful animal several times. I could tell that she also had feelings for me. She deliberately tried to get close to me, secretly inquired about my relationship status with my colleagues, and volunteered to stay at the company to keep me company while I worked overtime for several nights in a row. Most importantly, after all the colleagues had left and we were alone in the office, she deliberately unbuttoned one button of her shirt under the pretext of the hot weather, revealing her two heaving breasts as she walked back and forth in front of me without any attempt to conceal them. I sensed this young woman was deliberately trying to seduce me. After several days of overtime, my work was almost finished, and if I missed tonight, I didn't know when I'd have another chance to be alone with her. So I put down the document I was about to finish and said to her, "Xiaoling, could you make me a cup of coffee?" She smiled at me, nodded, and said, "Okay." Then, swaying her alluring waist, she walked towards the break room. I lay on the sofa, quietly watching her make coffee, like admiring a masterpiece. I watched her high, rounded buttocks as she bent down to get a cup from the cupboard, and the prominent half of her breasts as she reached for the coffee packet from above the cabinet—a perfect, breathtaking curve. After a while, she returned with two cups of coffee, one for me and one for her, handing one to me. I raised my glass, took a small sip, and said, "Thank you." Then, staring at her slightly dazed face, I added, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days, working overtime with me and doing all sorts of things for me." "It's no trouble at all," she chuckled. "It's just part of my job; it's only right that I help the manager with these things." "You must be exhausted after all this work these past few days," I asked, feigning friendliness. She looked somewhat flattered and quickly shook her head. "I'm fine; I'm not too tired. But you look very tired, manager." I nodded. "Yes, after several sleepless nights, I feel like I've used up all my energy. My shoulders and neck are sore and tight, as stiff as if they've been covered in layers of cement. I really want someone to give me a massage." I shook my hand, shrugged, and looked at her with a hint of expectation in my eyes. She volunteered, saying, "If the manager doesn't mind, how about... I give you a massage?" "How could I?" "Oh, it's my own choice, why are you being so polite?" She said, walking behind my office sofa and gently placing her hands on my shoulders. Although I was just looking for an excuse to have some physical contact with her, and my real intention wasn't what I was looking for, I have to admit that her pair of fair and delicate hands were quite skilled at massaging. She pinched, pounded, pressed, and squeezed, and in just a few moments, most of my fatigue from the day disappeared. I felt so comfortable that I almost forgot my original purpose. "I didn't realize you were such a good masseur. These massages feel so good." As I spoke, I deliberately stretched, arched my back, and leaned back, resting my head on her full, round breasts. Whether she didn't notice or pretended not to, she continued the massage with a smile, saying, "Manager, you have such a sweet tongue. I was worried I didn't have enough experience and wouldn't be able to make you feel comfortable enough. Is this pressure just right? If not, let me know." I leaned against her, my head gently supported by her breasts, feeling the soft, warm fragrance of her body, and smelling the faint scent of sweat and the fragrance of rose perfume. After a while, her hands probably grew weaker, and the pressure lessened. I turned to her and asked, "Are you tired? You've worked so hard for so long, how about I give you a massage?" My face was right in front of her body, almost touching, and her large breasts swayed in front of me; I could even feel the fabric of her bra between my nose and nose. She declined, saying, "How could I? You're the manager, and I'm just a lowly assistant student..." "What does it matter? Come on!" I stood up, turned the sofa around, and half-forced her to sit down on it. Then I brushed her hair aside, placed my palm on the back of her neck, and slowly moved it back and forth. I only lightly touched her supple skin, almost without any pressure; it was more like a caress than a massage. She closed her eyes, looking blissfully intoxicated: "Mmm...yes, this feels so good, Manager, your hands are so warm." She didn't seem to find it strange or resist at all, which convinced me that this woman was indeed seducing me and was fully aware of what was about to happen. So I became bolder, slightly pulling her shirt collar to the side, revealing her snow-white neck and sweaty shoulders. The pink bra straps hung on both shoulders, looking incredibly alluring. I ran my hand down her neck, slipping my hand inside her clothes at the back, and skillfully unhooked her bra. She flinched slightly, still feigning ignorance, and said, "Mmm... Manager, this feels so good. You're such a good masseur." Even though my actions at that moment had nothing to do with massage. "You... you're such a bad girl..." I placed my hand on her chin, cupped her face, and looked down at her from behind. "Such a bold attempt to seduce me. Aren't you afraid our colleagues will find out and gossip about us behind our backs?" She looked at me blankly, feigning ignorance. "Manager, what are you talking about? What seduction?" Fine, even now she's still trying to play innocent? I ignored her, placed my hand on her collarbone, slipped it inside her shirt, and gave those large breasts I'd been longing for a long time a hard pinch. She suddenly recoiled as if electrocuted, clutching her chest, and gasped softly, "Manager, what are you doing? Don't do this!" She abruptly stood up, turning to face me with a look of panic. I was stunned. Had I misunderstood? Did she not mean that? What would that make me? Office sexual harassment? Attempted rape? This panic only lasted a moment, because I immediately read her thoughts from her lustful expression. She wanted to play a role-playing game with me, the coy act. This young girl, so young, already has quite a few tricks up her sleeve. So I sat down on the sofa and boldly said, "Don't play games with me. It's obvious you're trying to seduce me. Look at you, your clothes are showing half your chest, wearing such shorts, a man and a woman alone in a room, not at all shy, so openly exposing your breasts. Anyone would think you're interested in me. Are you going to deny it?" "No, no, I didn't think that." She shook her head repeatedly, her acting superb, almost bringing tears to her eyes. I deliberately suppressed my smile, putting on a serious face: "You know what? I hate dishonest people the most. Dishonest people need to be punished." Then I suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into my arms. She stumbled and fell onto me, her soft breasts pressing against my thighs, a sensation that felt incredibly comfortable. Without a word, I pulled up her skirt, revealing pink panties clinging to her buttocks. She shifted in my arms, feigning struggle. I whispered in her ear, "Dishonest people, now it's time for punishment." Then I raised my right hand and slapped her full buttocks hard, leaving a crisp sound and a clear handprint. This slap showed no mercy; partly, I wanted to make the act convincing, and partly, it was revenge for her feigned resistance that had secretly frightened me. Perhaps the slap was too hard, for she looked at me with a wronged expression, and a few tears actually welled up in her eyes. She said pitifully, "I...I didn't, I really didn't mean to seduce you, it was a misunderstanding." I smiled maliciously, "Still being stubborn, looks like the punishment wasn't harsh enough." Then I slapped her buttocks again. But I was also afraid of really hurting her, so although the slap was loud, the force was much lighter. "Now tell me, who is inherently lewd? Who seduced whom?" She bit her lower lip, shaking her head repeatedly, looking like she'd rather die than admit it. This time I didn't want to slap her again, but instead, my hand inexplicably slipped into her bosom and gave her two soft breasts a good squeeze. Goodness, these treasures, they feel so good! I pinched her breasts tightly.I touched her nipple with my fingers, and she probably couldn't bear the pain, crying out, "Okay! I'll talk! I'll talk! It's...it was me..." Her voice trailed off, and I asked again, "It was you what?" She stammered, "It's because I'm naturally lewd, it's because I seduced you first..." "That's a good girl." I nodded in satisfaction, straightened her body, and made her kneel in front of me. Then I said, "Since you know your mistake and can correct it, now it's time to give the good girl a reward." She looked at me with her big, watery eyes, puzzled, wondering what I meant by "reward." I smiled maliciously, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already aroused penis in front of her. Upon seeing my magnificent member, she seemed a little surprised, paused for a moment, and quickly shook her head, "No, no, this...you can't..." I frowned and threatened, "Oh? You're being disobedient again? You want to be punished again, don't you?" She quickly shook her head again, then nodded, her eyes filled with tears as she gently took my penis into her mouth. To be fair, this little girl, though young, was incredibly skilled with her mouth. She parted her pearly teeth slightly, almost imperceptibly biting the head of my penis, her tongue licking the tip like a nimble worm, her mouth like a small black hole, creating a powerful suction that drew my penis in. Her lips were so red and luscious, opening and closing, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, stirring the deepest instincts of my masculine desire. Soon, my penis was erect and hard, as if I'd applied three bottles of Indian herbal oil. I couldn't help but place my hand behind her hair, gently pressing the back of her head to help her speed up her oral movements. Saliva slid down my penis, soaking my testicles. She then moved her mouth to my scrotum, sucking with relish, moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm...ah..." "Do you like it? Do you like the taste of my penis? Look how much you're drooling." I looked at her with immense pride, enjoying the thrill of conquest. She nodded, her mouth still holding my penis, and said with difficulty, "I like it...Manager's penis is so big, so flavorful, so delicious." Then she continued to suck and lick with delight. I couldn't help but start thrusting my hips, matching her movements, using her soft, smooth mouth as a vagina. Although her mouth couldn't truly envelop me like a vagina, the saliva flowing from it, combined with her nimble tongue and powerful sucking, made the experience unique. I was lost in the moment, my mind gradually going blank, and suddenly I felt the urge to ejaculate. This desire flashed into my mind like a bolt of lightning, abruptly waking me: 'How can this be? A few minutes of oral sex and I'm already exhausted? Wouldn't that make me look useless in this great southern country? This won't do; I need to show some masculine authority.' I looked down at Xiaoling, who was still lost in the moment, sucking my penis. Suddenly, I pulled my penis out of her mouth. She looked at me with a disappointed expression, murmuring, 'I want more, I want more...' I stood up, pulling her kneeling body up as well, making her sit against my desk, facing me. I roughly pulled open her shirt and bra, revealing two large, fleshy breasts that bounced out. I laughed, 'I feel a little bad that you've been serving me for so long. Now it's my turn to make you feel good.' With a wave of my hand, I knocked the stationery and folders piled on the desk to the floor, making a clattering sound. Then I pushed her further in, climbed onto the desk myself, and the desk instantly became a long, rectangular bed. She seemed unwilling to give up, muttering in a complaining tone, "The manager is so amazing, I've been sucking your cock for ages and you still haven't come." I ignored her, pulled down her skirt and panties together, revealing her pussy dripping with lustful fluids. This little slut, just giving me oral sex made her soaking wet. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, saw her erect clitoris, and pursed my lips to suck on it. Her body trembled, and she let out a series of moans, "Ah...ah..." It seemed this little girl was quite sensitive herself. So I sucked and licked, my mouth working even harder. One hand kneaded her large breasts, which looked even more alluring as she lay across the desk, while the other hand pried open her pussy, probing inside with my fingers, digging hard into the vaginal walls. Her movements became more vigorous, her moans even more ecstatic. Just as I was getting into it, I felt my penis being grabbed, and the head of my penis felt a warm, slippery pleasure. Not to be outdone, she started sucking my penis again, and we ended up in a 69 position, wildly messing around on the table. Her vagina was very tender, the opening still tight, the pink buds delicate and inviting, suggesting she probably didn't have much sexual experience. I was amazed by her skillful oral sex, which seemed disproportionate to her experience, and thinking I couldn't be outdone, I licked even harder with my tongue, dug even more forcefully with my fingers, and slowly moved my other hand from her breasts to her buttocks. Looking at the fleshy opening at her anus, which seemed to open and close like a fish's mouth, I glanced at her with ill intent. She was busy sucking my penis and didn't notice anything amiss. Then I extended my middle finger and gently poked her anus. Her thighs tightened, and her already overflowing vaginal fluids gushed out like a flood. I looked at her again, and she shook her head in alarm, her eyes indicating no. I smiled, shook my head, and told her not to panic. I wasn't really interested in anal sex; I just wanted to apply some pressure to her sensitive spots, and it worked wonders. So I continued to massage her anus, lick her clitoris, and probe every inch of her vaginal walls, eliciting waves of moans and cries from her. We were both completely absorbed in serving each other, but it wasn't just about satisfying the other. There was a deeper meaning behind it all: we were both experienced, and neither wanted to climax first and feel inferior. We were engaged in a silent battle while enjoying each other's pleasure. But even so, having already been pleasured by her mouth for so long was still a huge disadvantage for me. The more I tried to hold back, the stronger the pleasure surged in my lower body. Under her skillful oral manipulation, a wave of tingling finally washed over me, and I couldn't resist any longer, ejaculating into her mouth. My penis quickly went limp, and I stopped moving, sitting at the table, looking as dejected as my little brother. Round one, defeat.

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