Forcing the strict female manager

She's a 28-year-old Hong Konger, a year older than me, pursuing her MBA in Australia. She's my supervisor, and I call her May.

We work for an international company, and she was headhunted. We have branches in Taipei, Taichung, Tainan, Kaohsiung, and major cities in mainland China.

She wears a business suit every day and looks like a very serious and capable woman, but her attractive appearance is still undeniable. When the company established a new project department, we were both transferred to it. For over a year, we've frequently traveled to various branches in Taiwan and mainland China for training and meetings. Our relationship is somewhat adversarial, sometimes we disagree, sometimes we're united. Sometimes she'll ask me to dinner after work, and sometimes we'll leave after arguing. I think this kind of situation is common in every company and among colleagues.

This time, I was on a three-day business trip to Tainan. On the first day, I was quite energetic. After work, I had dinner with the branch office staff and went to the night market. Around 9 PM, she and I took a taxi to the hotel where we had booked a room. In the morning, she insisted on communicating in English. Since I speak Taiwanese English, she called to book the room herself. Perhaps because there were no rooms left, we only managed to book one room. When we got to the front desk, we got the key, and when we opened the door, oh dear, it was a double bed! She was furious and took the elevator downstairs with me. At the front desk, she sternly negotiated with the staff in English. Later, because there were no other rooms available, the hotel staff mobilized their limited number of staff for the night and went to great lengths to change to two single beds. By then, it was already past 11 PM. After finally getting into the room, she went to take a shower first, while I naturally watched TV. Because we travel for work so often, neither of us was too reserved. But I don't know when she finished showering or what happened after that, because I had already gone to sleep while watching TV.

The next day, I got up early to take a shower, and I heard her knocking on the door. "How much longer are you going to shower?" she asked, knocking.

"What? I'm not running late," I replied.

"I need to use the restroom," she said, emphasizing each word.

I unlocked the door, drew the curtain,

and said, "Okay, come in." I heard the door open outside the curtain, some rustling sounds, and then the sound of the toilet seat closing. I thought she should have taken her pants off by now. Men are always hard-pressed in the morning, and with a familiar face beside me, a passionate sexual fantasy was inevitable. Suddenly, I heard the flushing sound. It seemed my hope that she would eagerly draw the curtain was shattered.

I thought, "Yeah, as soon as I draw the curtain in the morning, that's my chance." I gave a silly laugh.

Soon after work, I went to the restaurant with the branch office staff. Since the two-day main meeting had ended, my colleagues started ordering alcohol. Amy, of course, couldn't drink to her heart's content; she only had one or two drinks, just to be on the lookout. I also had a few light sips. We returned to the hotel around nine o'clock. She was unusually humming a song as she walked into the room. As soon as she entered, she leaned back in her chair, seemingly completely relaxed. "I heard that taking a shower after drinking is bad for your health, so you should go take a shower first," she said coldly.

"You really know how to harm people without using a knife," I said, picking up my clothes and heading towards the bathroom.

I thought to myself, "Didn't I just shower this morning? What's the point of showering again?" I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and although I occasionally fantasized about my penis getting hard a few times, I still finished showering properly. When I came out, she was already asleep in the chair. "Okay, it's your turn."

She didn't respond, so she must really be asleep. I walked closer to her.

"It's your turn to shower."

"Okay," she said, getting up and walking towards the bed.

She lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and went to sleep. I watched TV for a bit, feeling bored, and then went to my bed to try and sleep too. But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did. My lust was raging, and my thoughts about sex were flowing like a spring. In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, I heard the sound of water. The whole room went dark except for the bathroom light. I turned on the light and looked at her bed. She was gone, but I saw her suit jacket and a bra that wasn't completely covered by her outer clothes. I wondered if her underwear was covered too. At that moment, my lust was also aroused, and it was getting more and more energetic. My penis joined in the fun. Then she came out of the bathroom, her short hair wet, wearing a hotel bathrobes. She passed by my bed and asked me without turning her head, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I haven't been sleeping much," I replied, my penis sticking out from under the covers. Hong Kong women's butts aren't big, but they're all perky, at least that's how it is with the Hong Kong women in our company. She was wearing a bathrobe with the belt tied around her waist, making her buttocks very prominent. Right now, all I wanted to know was whether she was wearing anything underneath her bathrobe. She sat on the bed, flipping through magazines, sometimes drinking tea, and I was always watching her. Whether she was wearing anything underneath had been swirling in my mind for a long time. "This guy has no eyesight. How can a woman like that be a mistress?" she cursed, looking at the magazine. Hong Kong people love gossip, right? After a while, I deliberately got up and walked towards her. "Let me see what that not-so-simple woman looks like, that she's worth you cursing like this." I stood behind her on her right.

She flipped back to that page and pointed it out to me. "Maybe the focus isn't on her appearance," I replied to the mistress in the photo.

"I really don't understand what men are thinking," she murmured.

I didn't reply, but stood behind her for a moment, looking at her slightly damp hair and smelling her body fragrance. My sexual fantasies came over me again, and of course, my irrepressible penis joined in the fun. "Hurry up and go back to sleep," she said sternly, and at the same time, she suddenly turned around, her elbow just touching my penis. It wasn't very hard, but my buttocks immediately pulled back. She glanced at my crotch, and then immediately turned back around, telling me to go back to sleep even more sternly.

Thinking to myself, "Sigh, I've been engorged all night, what am I going to do?"

I don't know where the impulse came from, but I suddenly grabbed her hands and body from behind. "What are you doing?" she asked, shrinking back slightly without much resistance. I didn't say anything, and continued kissing the back of her neck, my hands aimlessly groping her body. Only then did she start to resist more forcefully, and she shouted loudly for me to let go. After a struggle, I kissed her mouth, which she kept tightly closed. I pressed her down on the bed, clamping her legs between my feet, pressing her right hand down with my body, holding her left hand with one hand, and holding her head with the other, kissing her face, mouth, neck, and upper chest forcefully. She continued to resist, but she wanted to scream but dared not scream too loudly because I would occasionally kiss her mouth. "Let me go, don't touch me," she resisted more fiercely.

I kept her body pinned down, frantically untying the belt of her bathrobe, then immediately subdued her again, rendering her immobile. I kissed her from her neck down to her upper chest, then used my mouth to pull aside the bathrobe.

"So she's wearing underwear," I thought, recognizing it as a three-quarter lace bra, the silk transparent. I bit down and pulled it down, revealing a tiny bit of her nipple. I immediately slipped my tongue inside, the tip finding the nipple and beginning to lick it. My teeth and tongue worked together seamlessly.

"No, don't touch me," she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleading and panting.

With the hand that was holding her head, I simultaneously grabbed her left hand, freeing my right hand to pull open her right bra. Her breasts, about a B cup, weren't large, but the nipples were slightly protruding, and the pink areolas visually aroused me even more. I took her nipple into my mouth, while stroking and rubbing her breast with one hand, and then pulled down her bathrobe. Her flat stomach made my desire surge even higher. I kept stroking her stomach and saw the lace panties that matched her bra, which made me even more unable to stop. I continued to lick her nipples, and her panting became louder than her cries as she resisted.

I turned her over and made her lie face down on the bed, pressing my hands against her back. I sat on her lap, then reached into her bathrobe and pulled it off forcefully. She was left only in her underwear and a loose bra. Her buttocks were so alluring. As she struggled, those buttocks rubbed against my hard penis—it felt so good. I pulled off her bra and then pulled down her underwear, revealing her white, firm buttocks. My hand continued to caress them. Then, at the same time, I pulled her underwear down to her knees. I... I turned slightly to the side, her legs still trapped between mine. I reached down and stroked her pubic bone and pubic hair along her lower abdomen. The sensation was like winning the lottery jackpot. I extended my fingers and explored her private parts, directly stroking her entire opening, moving my fingers left and right, up and down. I felt it was a little wet, but not too wet. I inserted my fingers a little bit inside and teased her inside. I felt her vaginal fluid increasing. Of course, now all I could hear was her panting, but she still reminded me.

"No, I don't want to!"

Seeing her fighting strength waning, I took the opportunity to strip off all my clothes, lying on my side behind her, pressing against her body. I stroked her vulva with one hand and her breasts with the other, kissing her face and body, while my penis rubbed against her buttocks. Her juices flowed more and more, and now all that could be heard was panting. Although she was still resisting, I was already at my limit. I turned her around and pressed her down, spreading her legs with my feet and pinning her hands down with my hands. Her head kept lifting up and down, trying to break free from me several times. At this position, only one last thrust was left. My penis was at the entrance of her vagina. I touched her vulva with the head of my penis, and my penis trembled. Her pink labia, which had been pressed together, were now engorged and slightly parted. Her pink vulva was so irresistible. I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva, slowly feeling it getting wet with her juices. I began to insert my penis, and her panting turned into moaning with her mouth open.

I slowly and steadily inserted my penis into her vagina. It was such a tight vagina; the tender flesh inside gripped my penis tightly. I inserted the whole thing in, then pulled it out, then inserted it again, slowly rubbing against the tender flesh inside her vagina.

She could only moan now. I lay on top of her and kissed her mouth, but she kept her mouth tightly closed, preventing my tongue from entering. I didn't give up and kept kissing her mouth while my penis continued to be inserted into her vagina. She had been moaning through her teeth, but finally opened her mouth. I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her mouth. The warm pleasure combined with her soft tongue made my fighting power surge again. Her tongue sometimes intertwined with mine, and sometimes dodged mine, but my penis kept penetrating her.

Soon, I felt she was no longer resisting, her tongue completely intertwined with mine in a passionate kiss. Then, my attention was entirely on my penis, thrusting forcefully into her vagina. She was being pushed up and down by my thrusts, clinging to me, her legs naturally spreading into an M-shape to meet my movements. My penis was being intensely stimulated by her tightly wrapped vagina; it was so tight, it brought me to pleasure very quickly. I could feel her vagina contracting rapidly, which also greatly stimulated my penis.

"I won't ejaculate inside, don't worry," I said between breaths.

"It's a safe period today," she cried out.

Hearing this, I thrust into her even harder, faster and faster, using all my strength to fuck her.

Then, with each thrust of my penis, I ejaculated hot semen rapidly into her uterus. As I came, her vagina felt intense stimulation, and she reached orgasm simultaneously, convulsing and screaming. My penis slowly softened inside her, and our vaginal fluids soaked her sheets. Before I could even clean up, my semen inside her had already flowed out—a truly erotic scene.

I got up and carried her to the bathroom to shower. After washing, since her bed was wet, I carried her to my bed and held her close.

I thought to myself: This serious woman is my boss, and she's so sexy without her clothes on, her skin so smooth, her nipples pink, her vagina so tight—it would feel amazing to have sex with her. Just thinking about it made me hard again.

And her? She remained serious, nestled in my arms, completely unconcerned about my caresses, because her hand was already gripping and rubbing my penis. Of course, given my age and the fact that my penis was already hard, there was definitely more to come.

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