You can't mess with me!

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My name is Bai Xiang, and I currently work as the head of the planning department at a business management consulting firm. Due to the nature of my job, working overtime is commonplace.
My company is primarily internally focused, so apart from the boss and a few sales staff, almost all the employees 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" does have its advantages; fellow hardworking office workers, don't make excuses next time you have an "overtime" opportunity). 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, was nothing more than a one-man show, solely responsible for collecting online information, and in charge of this department was none other than Yi-Lin, the company's most beautiful woman.
Yi-Lin was 165 cm tall, with a 35C (I'm guessing) bust-waist-hips ratio of 23-32, plus long, flowing black hair reaching her waist, an oval face, and bright, large eyes. I believe that any man who saw her would feel a strange stirring, both psychologically and physiologically, especially those two mounds of flesh hidden under her clothes. Any man would fantasize about seeing those two mounds of flesh being kneaded and deformed in his hands.
Of course, fantasies aside, I only kept her around because of work requirements (I really didn't have any improper thoughts at the time). But facing such a beauty, of course, I was particularly "enthusiastic" at work.
We discussed until after 9 PM, and everyone in the company had left (I remember they all gave me strange looks as they left, leaving only Ziyi and me still discussing). Our discussion had reached a dead end, and unable to reach a conclusion, I suggested we go home and think about it again tomorrow. Ziyi seemed tired and nodded in agreement.
So, we each organized our materials, and I casually suggested we go out for dinner together. Because I always maintain a gentlemanly demeanor at work, Ziyi immediately agreed without hesitation (at the time, I really just wanted to have dinner with her). So, we ate something at a restaurant (no alcohol, please), and then I drove her home.
During dinner, we suddenly had a good idea, but due to the inconvenient location, after I dropped her off, she hesitated for a moment before saying,
"Would you... like to come up? Let's discuss that idea again."
"Is this convenient...?" (I was genuinely speaking from her perspective at the time.)
"It's okay, I live here alone."
(It's precisely because you live alone that I'm worried it might be a bit strange.)
"But... you... can't do anything inappropriate."
"Do you think I would do anything inappropriate?" (I was actually a little angry at the time, because I at least 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 here 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 up.
(I don't know...I really don't know?)
So I followed Yilin 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. She hadn't gone home to take a shower or change into anything sexy;
she was just discussing things with me in her work clothes. I thought this was quite different from the erotic scenes I'd seen, so it probably wouldn't be anything interesting. I started a serious discussion with her. But before we even began, she said,
"Let's discuss it like this, okay? You can't 'sit next to me'!" "
I know," (I replied irritably)
. Not long after…
"Come over here and take a look," Yi-Lin said, pointing to her laptop screen and beckoning me over. I hadn't thought about the earlier restrictions, so I leaned over to look at the information she wanted me to see. While we were looking at and discussing it, I unconsciously found myself "sitting" next to her. When she realized what was happening (I don't know when she realized; I only knew she'd noticed when she spoke up...), she imposed another restriction:
"You can sit over here to discuss, but you can't 'lean next to me'!"
"Oh!" I replied with a half-smile (please, I wasn't thinking
anything). As the computer screen rotated, we sat closer and closer, until we were unconsciously leaning against each other. She noticed but didn't say a word.
I genuinely hadn't noticed before, but this time I really did. 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 by her shifting movements further accentuated the shape of her rounded breasts, making me almost forget 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!"
"Hmm!" I didn't know how to answer her anymore, so I just gave a perfunctory reply (this seemed to inspire my "next step").
So, in the next move, my right hand "intentionally" or unintentionally rested on her shoulder. She seemed to "notic" it again, and like before, she remained silent. But I could feel her breathing becoming a little rapid. With each breath, the "gap" between her breasts appeared more frequently, and I, too, became even 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 it randomly downwards!"
"Hmm..." That was all I could answer (this seemed 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.
(Oh 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 hold them naked in my hands, unrestrained by these clothes.)
As my fingers continued to wander, I seemed to notice a bean-like shape 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, this 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 obeyed.
My right hand slowly moved upwards, reaching the neckline, and then slowly slid down. When my fingers touched her bra, my heart began to race. So, after gently brushing past her bra, I touched her soft, yielding breasts.
(This...I'm sorry...this isn't a steamed bun, this...it feels...it should be mochi, so soft and comfortable.)
Slowly, I found what had hardened on her chest earlier—her nipple, round and small, with tiny bumps around it.
At this moment, it seemed neither of us could concentrate on the screen; we could only guess what the other was thinking. As for me, I wasn't some naive newbie when it came to women, and I didn't want to impulsively pin her down. I just found this kind of "following orders" incredibly exciting and exhilarating, so I could only remain still and wait for the next "instruction."
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, I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her breasts almost without hesitation, while simultaneously teasing her nipples with my tongue. With persistent effort, I finally made them more erect and hard.
"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!"
(She seemed really anxious; her "commands" were becoming increasingly frequent.)
I pressed my lips to hers, and the moment our lips met, I felt something soft and wet squeeze into my mouth—it was her tongue. Our tongues immediately intertwined, indistinguishable as to whose tongue was wrapped around whose...
At that moment, because of my posture, I naturally placed my hand on her thigh, and unexpectedly, this "complied" with her next "command".
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 rustling in my hand. I asked,
"You mean I can't 't' touch 'that' 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,
"Um...it's...there...ah...um..."
I pressed, "Where? If I don't know, I'll touch you 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 make me...touch...your...penis..."
At this point, I thought that if I didn't obey, I might get a glare in return. So I immediately "obediently" pulled down 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 piece of buoy in the ocean. She immediately gripped it tightly and moved it up and down smoothly. 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 moment, I could only give her a smile and gently send her head toward my genitals. She 'easily' let me push it toward her, then opened her small mouth and took it in. Perhaps it 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' took it in and licked it.
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... 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 teased her vaginal opening and clitoris with my egg-shaped glans, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. At this point, she could only answer me with panting:
"Ah... um... um... so... itchy... ah... ah..."
"Your...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...can't...'use...your...big cock...to...insert...or...fuck...my...tender...pussy!'..."
Almost without uttering a 'yes', I quickly sent my about-exploding little brother into her little hole.
With a "whoosh..." sound, my big cock finally 'squeezed' into her little hole.
(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...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 moment:
"Ah...ah...oh...you...you...really...did...did...did...did...did...oh...ah...so deep...ah...good...I...I...I let you do it...
I let you...insert...but...you can only...insert for a moment...do...do me once...once...ah...you...you...can't...do...do it for too long...oh...I can only...let you...do it again...once...once...oh...you...can't...do it until...I...I...orgasm...oh..." Ah...it hit the mark..."
If I had really listened to her at this moment, she probably would have bitten off my flesh, so I could only continue to "work hard".
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...my little pussy...it's been 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...you're so good at fucking my pussy...oh...good...I...I...I'll let you...fuck...let big dick brother...insert...my little pussy...you can fuck it all...you can...insert...you can fuck it until...you're satisfied...insert until...you're satisfied...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...it feels 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 managed to say intermittently:
"Ah...ah...oh...big cock brother...you're going in so deep...okay...it's okay...it's so good...I...I...it feels so good...I...today...let you...touch my...breasts...touch my...little pussy...and...touch your...big cock...suck your...big cock...and...let...your...oh...big cock...fuck me...insert...my...little pussy...it's all okay...let you fuck me...oh...I...feels so good...I've orgasmed...several times...it's...okay..."
"But...oh...big cock...brother...if...ah...to ejaculate...to ejaculate...ah...you...'can't...ejaculate...into...my...tender hole...that...that...will make...my...tender hole...ah...scald...to heaven...absolutely...can't...ejaculate...into...my...tender hole!'...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 appeared in my mind, thinking; I've been 'disobedient' (completing all the instructions) all night, so I'll 'obey' just this once.
So, after thrusting hundreds more times, just as I was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled my cock out and held it to her chest, ejaculating wildly.
I saw her...
"Ah...ah...oh...so good...ah...how did you pull out...ah..."
As I sprayed all my semen onto her alluring 35C breasts, I saw a look of loss in her eyes. I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe her away, but then I noticed tears welling up in her eyes.
Panicked, I quickly comforted her. After all, we didn't have much interaction at work, yet we had slept together under these circumstances. I thought she would 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 these things... but you... waaah... you didn't care... you... waaah... you kept doing them."
(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, I really want to apologize. Please don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, I really won't be able to handle it. I'm most afraid of women's tears.)
After saying this, she continued to sob.
She started by saying,
"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..."
"Lying..." she suddenly said seriously.
"I...I'm not lying, it's really because you're so beautiful and captivating, that's why I couldn't help but keep 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 in the future. 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 to say, I'm already prepared)
"Then...why were you so 'obedient' at the end just now!"
(@[email?protected] 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 spoke:
"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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