This semester the business school has temporarily hired a couple of gold collar workers down from Wall Street, both expatriate Chinese and Americans, Emma being the youngest.
(This semester the business school has temporarily hired a couple of gold collar workers down from Wall Street, Emma being the youngest.) At the dinner table, candles flickered. Emma was busy, dressed in black: a black halter low-cut evening dress skirt, black stockings, and black high-heeled patent leather shoes. Dean Wu knew exactly what the American woman was up to; only three foreign teachers would be renewed for next semester, and this woman was trying to pull strings. Learning really fast, knowing that Chinese people are good at talking at the dinner table!
It can’t compare to New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s just turkey and potatoes, we American women can’t cook, but dessert after dinner is our forte. Emma looked at Dean Wu meaningfully, “I’m sure you’ll remember this for the rest of your life!
The turkey and potatoes were finally removed. Dean Wu smiled:
It’s time to last a lifetime. Do you want me to close my eyes?
Okay, shut up. No peeking!
A burst of silence.
Well, for life!
Dean Wu opened his eyes and jumped up:
Emma, what, what are you doing?
A beautiful woman, standing tall. Blue eyes, golden hair. Beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. Towering breasts, plump waist, rounded jade buttocks, concave and convex. Flesh-colored transparent nightgown, no bra, no panties. On the peaks of the white and tender high breasts, two points of slightly trembling pink; between the soft and plump mounds, a mass of fuzzy and smooth gold.
The man stepped back a foot, the woman advanced a foot.
Don’t be like that! This is a school, not the Ritz, not the White House, and you’re not some intern!
So what? The sea is full of people, and people are full of second wives. Don’t you want to eat? Am I not sweet enough?
(Am I not sweet enough? Don’t you want to eat?) The woman’s tender lotus root-like arm, wrapped around the man’s neck, followed by a white slender thigh, wrapped around the man’s waist, her soft pussy grinding against a hard object.
The man fought to push the woman away.
This is not America! Please behave yourself!
Falling to the ground, the woman cried.
It’s over! It’s all over! You won’t look down on me, and you won’t renew my contract! My family is unemployed, I have a mortgage, and I owe $100,000 on my credit cards, Lord, what am I going to do?
Dean Wu listened quietly and let out a long sigh.
It’s not that bad, and I’m not looking down on you, really!
Dean Wu helped Emma up, trying not to touch her naked body.
Emma, you’re a woman, I might as well tell you a story.
You know, I was married twice, my ex-wife, the best woman in the world, but we only lived together for less than a year. At that time I was just a small lecturer, no money, my ex-wife worked for an American company. We bought a house and the economy was finished, layoffs everywhere. My wife slept with her boss Jack to keep her position. The bastard got an inch, and even screwed me at home, and I bumped into him. I got so mad, I copped a table lamp and opened his scoop, blood that flowed. He got down on his knees and begged, and my wife held on to me, which saved his life. I threw them out! Told them to get as far away as possible!
Later, I learned the ins and outs and regretted it! But before kicking them out, I did one good thing. I ordered that bastard to swear that he would give Fang a proper name.
Did he, that asshole, do it?
Well, his wife, coincidentally, also named Emma, who was never going to get along with him in the first place, knocked a big one off and farted him out.
So how are they doing?
They’re married, have a child, and are in Canada, a place where, as you know, you can’t eat well or starve. Alas, it’s been more than a decade now.
Emma held in her tears.
What a surprise. I thought you were always pretty smooth. I’m a bitter woman too, internship at Lehman, my boss’s name was Jack, shit, what a monotonous name we have in America, and one night he left me behind and just shoved that plaything in my mouth and said that blowjobs don’t count as intercourse and there was no point in suing. I ran home, right into my boyfriend rolling in bed with my best girl friend.
I can’t help it, none of the companies have given me even one interview. I knew that son of a bitch was behind it. But I had no choice but to go along with it. The first two years were fine. We splurged. Now it’s over. That son of a bitch can’t do anything else but fake accounts, and he’s going to be a real estate agent, and he doesn’t even know when! Stupid! Now it’s all over. The old bastard’s game’s gone and he’s beating me. I’m a woman, and I’ve come all the way here to make a fool of myself.
When it comes to pain, a woman has to get on her knees.
It’s okay if I don’t teach, I can be your secretary. Dean, please save the city! I don’t want to take nude pictures for Playboy!
Don’t! Don’t! It’s been nearly a hundred years since Xuan Thu abdicated. Dean Wu rushed to hold the woman.
The people of China and the United States are linked by their hearts.
Emma, come on, I told you, it’s not that bad. I might as well disclose a little bit, teachers and students give you high praise, you’re not like those a few, open-mouthed brothers when I was on Wall Street. We all say that your class is practical, some are not in the syllabus, for example, you talk about how to estimate the water in the statement, it is very popular! Students said, you also teach how to dress correctly, the graduating class benefited greatly!
However, there were negative reflections. Dean Wu smiled, a few girls from the foreign department came to complain, saying that their boyfriends took your class, and went back without a good face, smacking them as dirt.
Emma smiled back and the atmosphere lightened.
Emma, I’ve been too busy to listen to your class. How do you get those little boys to swoon? Don’t tell me that’s what you wore to the podium.
Of course not. It’s very simple. Wait a minute!
The woman turned and went into the bedroom.
Another bout of Sydney sparing.
Dean Wu slowly stood up, a charming and graceful white-collar beauty, presented in front of her, so real. Milk-white silk long-sleeved shirt, gray and black suit over skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Tears, out of the socket.
Fang-er, it’s you, you’re back! You’re finally back!
The woman was picked up by the waist, passed through the bedroom door and landed on the wide Simmons bed. Clothes, one by one, were thrown to the floor: the man’s cardigan, undershirt, pants, panties, knickers and shoes, and the woman’s silk blouse, suit overskirt, cut-out bra and lace-trimmed panties.
Emma closed her eyes.
The hot, smooth body pressed up against it, and large, gentle hands skillfully caressed, every hill, every flat field, and every gully, over and over again. The woman’s earlobe was nipped by thick, full lips:
Fang-er, don’t go again. I won’t let you go.
The woman’s body went limp, lazily craving the man. Gentle lips and tongue are still wandering, from top to bottom, from the surface to the inside, kissing the ditch, forest and grassland. The woman’s body is getting hotter and hotter, spring tide surging. The man straightened up, gently separated the woman’s legs, kneeling between them, carefully, a hard as iron penis slowly did not enter the light golden-colored grass.
Fang-er, I’m coming.
So cozy! With a moan, the woman longed for it.
(So cozy! A made-in-China penis pushed into the American beauty’s tender pussy.) Outside the window, the north wind howls.
Inside the window, the candlelight flickered and the hibiscus tent was warm.
Men move up, no roughness, no wild, only infinite tenderness, infinite thoughtfulness. The woman is like a flat boat in the waves, as you wish, undulating and rippling.
Oh, Fanny. Oh, Fanny.
At some point, snowflakes fluttered outside the window, flurrying endlessly.
Under the warm and soft candlelight, the amorous man and woman devote themselves to each other for a long time.
Emma thought she would revel in the gentle waves forever, yet the man’s stroke came. In her ears, there was heavy panting, getting more and more urgent! In her crotch, there were frantic thrusts, growing more and more intense! A storm that threw the woman down to the bottom and pushed her back up to the top of the wave. Emma felt herself melting, her melted soul drifting out of her body and fluttering through the air like a feather. She leaned over to see a blonde woman, a brunette man, entwined inextricably in a soft, cozy bed. The woman was clinging to the man’s broad arms, and through the thin flesh-colored stockings, her legs were clamped dead center around the man’s waist. One high-heeled leather shoe was still barely hanging on to her taut toes, wiggling to the rhythm of the coitus, while the other was long gone.
The woman moaned loudly and pleaded against all odds.
Ah, deeper! Deeper! Lord, give it to me! Give it to me!
Oh, Fanny, I’m coming! Oh, there you go! There you go!
The man’s panting became more and more rapid, finally, the high-heeled leather shoes on the woman’s feet rolled down. The passionate man and woman trembled, semen, in a raging jet, spring water, in a free flow. They melted together and went limp.
Dean Wu lay contentedly on the bed, Emma’s head resting on his chest, gently caressing the smooth belly.
I’m so jealous of your ex-wife.
No response.
After a long time, the man spoke slowly:
Emma, did I do well?
What’s going on?
I mean, did I satisfy you?
Of course! I don’t do fake accounts in bed! Emma teased, you’re great, really, I like a gentle man.
That’s good. The man smiled back, I see that on the colorful internet, people often say that we are not as good as your men.
That’s bullshit! I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I know men too well! We American men, if you don’t take your medication after thirty-five, you have to be whipped! I’ve been in biochemistry. You know what’s the most popular drug in America? Birth control pills and oxycodone! Birth control pills because we have too many teenage moms, and oxycodone because our men are so bad!
Emma’s hand, continued to stroke downward.
When I was in school, I dated Asian boys. South Korean? Japanese? I can’t remember. They were too unsure anyway. But you guys are different. You’re Chinese men! You’re the Chinese men who beat the shit out of our men in Korea and Vietnam! You’re like mountains, from Shangganling to Kajirang Valley, from Jumbo Island to Liangshan! Why do you hesitate in bed?
Emma, you know so much. I think.
The Chinese man was not able to go on, because, the American beauty had already held his prick, and slowly lassoed it. A warmth, a tingling, sexy red lips, containing the swollen glans.
Where does our Dean Wu stand up to this kind of excitement.
Ah, ah, Emma, stop it! I’m gonna cum in your mouth!
Dean Wu took the woman into his arms and kissed her tenderly and passionately.
What a night to meet this good man!
Honey, give it to me one more time, okay? Just think of me as Fanny.
No, you’re not Fangirl, you’re Emma, the one and only Emma, and I need you!
Once again, the Chinese man had the beautiful Hu Ji pinned to his crotch, and his enraged cock pushed through in a smooth motion.
I’ve heard that we have some kind of ancient Chinese art in the room. Honey, can you tell me about it?
Well, isn’t it fun to learn by doing? Let’s start with the easiest way to get fire from a mountain! Also known as the old man’s wheelbarrow. Dean Wu climb up and kneel down! Spread your legs! Pucker your ass! Yes, pucker your ass a little more, spread your legs a little more!
Dean Wu knelt at the woman’s crotch, staring at the white ass and the dark groove of her buttocks. The hairy, wet, dark red fleshy lips quivered slightly. It was tolerable, but not tolerable! He held his stiff-as-steel prick against the watery pussy, breathed deeply once, took the woman’s slender waist, and slowly pushed forward! Swollen purple glans made in China, separated two delicate lips, slowly squeezed into the American woman’s body, and then, the indomitable penis, little by little, inch by inch, finally, the whole root did not enter.
When East meets West.
Oh, so cozy! Emma moaned, her pale, plump ass writhing uncontrollably as the man rubbed against her. The man’s gasps, the woman’s moans, the mutual slamming of belly and hips, and the boing, boing, boing of the wet prick sliding back and forth in the sticky-stained cunt echoed up through the night air.
Dean Wu held the woman’s waist, unhurriedly performing the method of nine shallow and one deep, slowly savoring and enjoying.
The American woman’s hands tightly tangled sheets, white towering buttocks swinging back and forth, love liquid like a stream flowing down. In conjunction with the man’s repeated impacts, the pleasure, tidal surging, a wave higher than a wave, unstoppable!
Ah, don’t stop! Lord, fuck me. Fuck me hard!
(Taking fire from across the mountain.) (Pour the candle upside down.) Midnight has passed, the whole apartment building is silent and dark, only one window, still through the untiring light. The seminar on traditional Chinese culture is still going on deeply and persistently.
Guanyin sits on the lotus.
Pour the candles.