My female boss was drugged and raped

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Her name is Pang Weiwei, and she's my boss, four years older than me. To outsiders, she's a strong, decisive woman at work, efficient and uncompromising. She's responsible and disciplined, and naturally, she treats her subordinates with the same strict rules, so we've all been scolded by her quite a bit. She's very tall, about 1.68 meters, and I'd estimate her bra size is C or larger. High nose, pointed chin, round eyes—her aloof appearance always gives off an intimidating vibe. I don't want to describe her face as "exquisite," because what attracts me more is her aura, a certain charm, a traditional Beijing savvy with an inherent cold arrogance. Her words are sharp, yet her demeanor is elegant.

I picked up her phone from the bedside table, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and deleted the three missed calls I'd made. Besides that, the Beijing mobile number frequently appearing in the call logs—I guessed it belonged to her boyfriend. After all, during the month or so I'd been monitoring and eavesdropping on her, her boyfriend was the person she called most often in the evenings.

During my lunch break, I secretly took her key and had it duplicated. One weekday, I asked her for leave and then sneaked into her apartment to continue gathering the useful information I needed and installing listening devices.

What does she drink every night? What's her bra size? If she locks the door at night, how am I supposed to get in with just the key? The refrigerator is full of milk; she has a habit of drinking milk before bed. Although I usually see her wearing traditional business attire, a woman like her certainly doesn't have a simple wardrobe. However, I'm more interested in the designer lace lingerie in her closet—82D. It seems I underestimated her. Finally, I found a large suitcase in a wardrobe full of odds and ends—a stroke of luck!

She has a boyfriend she's very much in love with, but they're currently living apart due to work. Looking at the phone number on the screen, I couldn't help but smile. At this moment, he's far away, completely unaware that I'm about to cheat on him. She won't offer any resistance, quietly submitting to my control. What a pitiful pair.

I put down my phone and began to gently caress her skin, from her cheeks to her neck, from her breasts to her legs; every inch of her skin was so delicate and soft. I started kissing her cheeks, her sexy and alluring lips. I opened her mouth and slipped my tongue inside, completing a long-awaited French kiss. I took out my phone, wanting to record every frame and every second of this moment with optical imaging.

I confidently began to remove her nightgown, because I knew she wouldn't wake up. A good hunter, besides outstanding patience, also needs excellent intelligence and a perfect plan. Every step of the design had been repeatedly scrutinized and pondered by me. I spent years collecting relevant criminal data and preparing knowledge of the techniques that might be used. So many people wanted to sleep with her, but only I came to her bedside.

I added a date rape drug that I had made myself to her milk. The chemical composition and manufacturing process were all obtained from extensive research online and in libraries. I experimented on animals and myself to test the dosage and effects of the drug. And the three phone calls I made were merely out of my habitual caution.

Her breasts were full, with large, reddish-brown areolas. I'd only ever seen such large breasts in adult films; just looking at them in real life was incredibly arousing. I kneaded her breasts with my hands—my god!

They were soft yet firm, maintaining their upright shape. It would be a shame not to suckle and lick such exquisite breasts.

I pressed and caressed her private parts through her panties, my fingertips wandering between her labia, imagining the entrance to her body through the undulating texture—how wide? How deep?

I pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and "re-examined" her with my own eyes. It was a common butterfly-shaped opening, not perfect, but still a neat "work of art." The color was light, suggesting she and her boyfriend didn't have sex very often. With such a busy work schedule and now living apart, perhaps this was the independence of a career woman—an independence of personality that further enhanced her unique气质 (qi zhi - a kind of refined elegance/aura).

I tried to taste her with the tip of my tongue, but taste buds can't directly taste such a high-class "dessert"; it still relies on the neurons in the cerebral cortex. Ah! What a delicious pussy, sweet but not greasy, smooth and pink.

I took out my penis; it wasn't particularly big, but it was more than enough. If she could take it in her mouth, that would be the ultimate pleasure. But the lingering fishy smell might arouse her suspicion, so I went to the bathroom and carefully washed my penis. When I came back, I put it in her mouth. The moment it entered her mouth, it was fully activated, hard as a rock, pressing against her throat. In the past, when she scolded me, I wished I could plug her mouth with my penis and imagine this slut looking at me with innocent and helpless eyes.

Her small mouth couldn't completely swallow my entire penis, but that was just right. Half of the thick penis was exposed, her bulging cheeks and tight profile made it even more exciting during thrusting and colliding. I straightened her head and, in a push-up-like position, inserted my penis into her mouth from top to bottom, wantonly defiling my once unapproachable boss.

I pushed my penis into her vagina, and when it was fully inserted, her body trembled slightly. Ah!

This moment had finally arrived; everything I had sacrificed before had been rewarded. It felt like a long-suppressed soul had been released. The rationality and wisdom I had always been proud of, the cautiousness and meticulousness I had held as my faith, were all thrown to the back of my mind, reverting to my most primal animalistic state. I indulged in lust, enjoying the thrill of possession, immersed in the pleasure of our bodies rubbing and colliding, the soaring hormone levels making me feel like I was floating on air.

I loved watching her breasts sway, incredibly sexy with the rhythm of my penis going in and out. Her face was still beautiful, but it lacked the appropriate expression for the occasion, but at this moment I couldn't ask for more.

I adjusted her lying position, to her side, legs closed and curled up in front of her. Then I lay behind her and penetrated her from behind. I really liked this slightly artistic position; I'd fantasized countless times in my dreams about making love to her in this position—it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Then I turned her over, letting her lie face down on the bed, and I lay directly on top of her, penetrating her in this awkward yet incredibly conquering position. I brushed aside her loose hair, kissed her earlobe, kissed her lips, while my penis continued to pound relentlessly into her tender vagina. One

of the reasons I chose this day was that she had just finished her period three days prior. She was currently in her safe period, so I could safely ejaculate inside her, only worrying about staining the sheets.

I turned her body back to face me, her legs spread. This position ensured that the semen would penetrate deeper into her vagina upon ejaculation, preventing easy spillage. I rubbed her nipples with my fingers, trying to prolong the experience. But when the urge truly arrived, I unleashed my full power, thrusting wildly into her vagina.

My penis twitched many times inside her vagina, each twitch a direct, soul-stirring pleasure. Ah!

I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure.

After my penis withdrew from her vagina, I didn't want to lower her buttocks, wanting my semen to stay inside her for a little longer—it was a sense of accomplishment! I just wanted to savor it slowly.

I placed a lot of tissues under her buttocks, then gently lowered them, pressing on her lower abdomen, and the semen gushed out of her vagina. I don't think I've ever ejaculated so much at once, so much so that some semen had already flowed onto her inner thighs and buttocks.

After planning for so long to achieve this result, I naturally wouldn't let her go so easily. During the break, I looked through the photos and videos I had just taken. The photos taken with my phone were okay, but the videos weren't so ideal. Some of the moments I captured during the entire process of fucking her weren't quite right, failing to fully capture the hormonal beauty of the moment. Next time, I'll have to bring a more professional video camera.

I haven't seen her in many other outfits, and I'm not currently interested in those trendy designer clothes. I just particularly love the outfit she usually wears to the office: a business skirt, black pantyhose, and black high heels. Her blouses are always unbuttoned, and with her full breasts, the chest area is always tightly constricted, giving the illusion that it might burst at any moment. The hem of her skirt is ten centimeters above her knee; any longer and it would ruin the aesthetic, any shorter and it would seem frivolous—it's just right. The skirt clings to her thighs and hips, and without compromising her natural curves, the skirt's concealment and embellishment only enhance her allure. The black stockings cling to her skin, complementing the elegant lines of her legs, extending all the way to a mysterious place you can't directly see. She most often wears eight-centimeter high heels, which, in our southern city, would make her stand out like a crane among chickens. Many people have secretly taken photos of her dressed like this, and I believe many men have fantasized about various things with her, but as I said before, only I could make her wear this outfit and allow myself to be humiliated.

I wiped the semen off her body, took out her usual uniform from her wardrobe, and placed it aside. I helped her sit up, put my hands under her armpits behind her, and held her while fastening her bra.

She fell into my arms, and for a moment, I thought that what I loved might not just be her body. The feeling of putting stockings on a woman is very special; I had never experienced it before, and she was the first. Finally, I dressed her in her clothes and skirt. Having seen the secretary/teacher figures in those pornographic movies, I naturally couldn't resist unbuttoning her top down to her cleavage, revealing the lace bra underneath, the entire outline of her cleavage fully displayed.

Human imagination is very powerful, because that's what can appease some unrealistic desires and fantasies. When she scolded me, I wanted to pin her down on her desk, tear her clothes, rip her stockings, lift her skirt, and fuck her from behind.

In the wild, mating is often accompanied by violence, as it better demonstrates dominance. While I can currently freely manipulate her body, it's difficult to make her submit to me mentally and personally; that would only put me in danger. So I can only compensate through imagination, imagining her waking up in the morning to find her phone filled with photos of my abuse, her shock, disbelief, panic, and collapse. Under my threats, she dared not report it to the police, hiding it from her boyfriend and becoming my sex slave, completely at my mercy. Like those humiliation pornographic works readily available online, I would abuse her anytime, anywhere—in the company restroom cubicle, on her desk, in her car, in public places… I would make her call her boyfriend while I was having sex with her, deliberately thrusting with all my might while she was speaking. Although she showed reluctance and would throw tantrums, she never dared to truly disobey my commands. Kneeling at my feet, looking up at me, she called me "Master."

As docile as a kitten, elegant and beautiful, she quietly licked my penis, just to earn a word of praise from me…

The scenes and dialogues in my mind were playing out. I tore her stockings and inserted my penis directly under her skirt. It was all so wonderfully indescribable.

After four hours of passionate lovemaking, I was exhausted and decided to stop. I wiped the semen off her skin and vagina, restoring everything to the state it was in four hours ago, according to every detail I had planned, including pouring out the unfinished milk and replacing it with milk without any drugs. Leaving no trace, ensuring everything was foolproof.

I took a shower and rested for a while. It was already 6:15. After giving her the drug to wake her up, I quietly slipped into my suitcase, closed the closet door, zipped up the suitcase, and waited for her to wake up.

She got up, washed, dressed, and went out as usual, because I could hear her. I only crawled out of my suitcase and escaped from her apartment when her GPS told me she was already far away, then rushed to the company.

[The End]

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