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I'm 28 years old and own a company in a well-known coastal city in southern China. Our main business is exporting textiles like T-shirts and shirts. In this industry, as long as you have a few reliable large clients, are trustworthy, and manage the business diligently, you can generally expect a steady stream of profits. I have some overseas connections, so the company has grown rapidly over the years, earning several million yuan a year after expenses. My vice president, Wanying, has been a huge help in my business. She's a distant relative (no blood relation), and she worked in a state-owned import/export company for many years, accumulating a wealth of experience in foreign trade. She's meticulous, methodical, speaks excellent foreign languages, and is quite talented in management, making her my right-hand woman. She handles the company's daily operations, while I mainly manage major financial, human resources, and external liaison matters. We've weathered many storms together over the years and have a high level of trust. I've also treated her well, giving her a share of the company, so she's wholeheartedly devoted to it. I've never married, mainly because I'm afraid of losing my freedom. I can change women every few days now, but marriage wouldn't be so carefree. My family kept urging me to get married, and Wanying had tried to persuade me a few times, but I still preferred to be alone and enjoyed it. Wanying is three years older than me. Her husband is a middle school teacher, and they have a six-year-old daughter. The family of three lives quite well. Wanying's income is several times that of her husband, and she also receives a large bonus at the end of the year, so it's inevitable that her husband feels unbalanced. Over time, the feelings between the couple have faded, and they've even stopped arguing. Wanying told me all this after we did those things. On the surface, Wanying always presents herself as a strong, successful woman who brings harmony to her family. Originally, I had no ulterior motives towards Wanying. She's more capable than me in her work, and sometimes she feels like an older sister to me.

Wanying is a woman with a great presence; at first glance, she seems knowledgeable, insightful, and very capable.

Although she's over 30 and has a child, her temperament hasn't changed; in fact, it's gained a mature woman's charm. Several times, her glances have captivated me, and sometimes I even fantasize about her. However, I've always held a sense of both respect and awe towards her, never making any inappropriate words or actions, even though she's my subordinate. When it happened, we both felt disbelieving, as if we were dreaming. The

foreign trade company is very busy. One day, after all the other employees had gone home, we discussed something and decided to stay out a little later. Then the client called, saying the order style had changed. This kept us incredibly busy, and we finally managed to finalize things with the factory after 10 PM. We hadn't eaten, were starving, and decided to go downstairs for a late-night snack. And just then, something happened. As she turned to get her bag, she bumped into me as I was about to walk downstairs. In the chaos, my hand touched her full breasts. I quickly withdrew my hand, my face flushed, and I stared at her, her cheeks slightly red. Time seemed to freeze there; something long ingrained in my subconscious suddenly flooded my mind.

She was wearing a navy blue business suit, with gray stockings under the skirt. Her breasts were high and firm, and the shyness on her face stirred up a long-hidden fantasy within me. I suddenly embraced her. She struggled slightly, but couldn't overcome my strength. My lips pressed against her bright red lips. She tried to pull away, but it was no use. I tried to pry open her tightly closed teeth with my tongue, but she wouldn't budge. Under my almost barbaric actions, her defenses finally crumbled. Our tongues intertwined, and my hand lifted her skirt, tracing its length up her thigh. She resisted, trying to push away my unruly hands. After a brief struggle, she softened, and I touched her genitals. Her panties were already wet; I could feel her passion had overwhelmed her reason. My erection was intense. Without thinking, I laid her down on the desk, ripped off her white panties, revealing her hairy, wet vulva. She had completely given up resisting. I quickly unzipped my pants and thrust my penis inside. She trembled all over. Having given birth, her vulva was wide and thick. The gushing fluid enveloped me, making me unbearably hot. After a few thrusts, without even bothering to remove her top, I ejaculated, shooting my semen into her body. Some of it even got onto her stockings. I was filled with shame. I didn't know what was wrong with me today; I was so pathetic. She pushed me away, picked up her underwear, and came out of the bathroom calm. I sat in the chair smoking, speechless. She said, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

There was no blame or anger on her face. I felt much more at ease and locked the door with her. In the elevator, I hugged her tightly again. She didn't resist, only saying, "We...we shouldn't do this anymore, okay?"

I really didn't want to agree, but I nodded anyway. After that, she seemed even more dedicated to her work. When we were alone, she never mentioned it, as if nothing had happened. Several times, we worked overtime together, and watching her so focused on her work, I no longer had the courage to hug her.

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