Zhao Qing stood up slowly from the sofa. Her breathing was still slightly uneven, her chest rising and falling in a way that made her hard nipples press visibly against the thin white blouse. The faint flush on her usually cold cheeks had deepened into a soft pink glow that she could not hide.
Mr. Huang's eyes followed her every movement like a hungry predator. His cock was rock hard inside his pants, throbbing painfully. He had been stroking himself mentally the entire time, replaying the feeling of her soft breasts under his fingers and the sweet, warm scent of her skin. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, still catching the faint trace of her body from when he had touched her moments earlier.
Zhao Qing noticed his desperate, almost pathetic expression. A small, cold smile appeared on her lips. She turned without a word and walked toward the private rest room attached to her office, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor.
"Wait here," she said calmly, her voice carrying that familiar authoritative tone that made men obey instantly. "Don't move."
Mr. Huang sat there, heart pounding, his erection throbbing so hard it hurt. He could barely think straight. All he could imagine was finally seeing and touching those perfect breasts he had been denied for so long.
A few minutes later, the door opened again.
Zhao Qing walked back in.
She was still wearing the same tight grey pencil skirt and black heels, but she had changed the top. Now she wore a thin white cover — the kind used during professional massages. It was made of very light, almost translucent fabric. It covered her breasts but was so thin that the shape, color, and even the faint shadow of her nipples were visible underneath. Her hard nipples created two distinct, prominent points against the material.
In her hand, she held a small bottle of warm massage oil.
Mr. Huang's mouth went dry. His cock twitched visibly in his pants.
Zhao Qing walked over and handed him the bottle. Her voice was cold but carried a dangerous edge that made his spine tingle.
"Why don't you massage me? But only through the cloth. If I find you going over bounds even once, I will cut off that useless dick you're so proud of — the one you think can satisfy me with medicine."
Mr. Huang's face paled for a moment. He was terrified. But the fear quickly mixed with overwhelming excitement. He swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Zhao. I will definitely satisfy you. I'll milk those beautiful breasts properly."
The moment he said the word "milk," Zhao Qing's nipples visibly hardened even more. A faint glimpse of the pink points poked clearly against the thin white cloth.
She didn't reply with words. Instead, she walked to the long massage table in the corner of her office and lay down on her back. The thin white cover stretched tightly over her C-cup breasts, the fabric so delicate that the shape of her nipples was unmistakable.
Mr. Huang approached with the oil bottle, his hands trembling with excitement and nervousness.
He dripped the first drop of warm oil directly onto the center of her left nipple, right through the thin cloth. The oil spread slowly, making the white fabric turn slightly transparent around the hardened bud.
Zhao Qing felt the coolness hit her sensitive nipple. A shiver ran through her body. The sudden contrast of the cool oil against her warm skin made her nipple tighten even more. She let out a soft breath, her chest rising and falling.
Mr. Huang's voice was hoarse with lust as he stared at her chest.
"I have never seen such perfect breasts… so round, so firm. These pink-red pointy nipples are amazing. They're already rock hard. So beautiful."
He added more oil on both sides, letting it soak through the thin cloth. The fabric became even more translucent, clearly showing the shape and color of her nipples.
He started with a single finger on each hand. He traced slow, deliberate circles around her nipples, not touching them directly at first, just teasing the sensitive skin around them.
Zhao Qing's breathing quickened. She found it cool and exciting at the same time. The light, teasing touch sent little sparks of pleasure through her breasts. Her pussy was getting wetter. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Mmm…"
Mr. Huang smiled. "You like that? Your nipples are so responsive. They're begging for attention."
He spread the oil all over her breasts using his full hands now. He cupped them gently, lifting and squeezing the soft flesh through the thin cloth, feeling their perfect weight and firmness. As he squeezed, her breasts changed shape under his palms — the soft flesh bulging between his fingers, then settling back into their perfect round form when he released them.
Zhao Qing's hips shifted on the table. Her pussy was soaked.
He then used his thumbs to press and rub the nipples in small, fast circles while his palms continued kneading the rest of her breasts.
Zhao Qing moaned louder, her legs pressing together.
"Ahh… that feels… good…"
Mr. Huang leaned closer. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? The cold CEO likes having her tits massaged by an old man. Your nipples are so hard they're almost cutting through the cloth."
He continued with different techniques — pinching and pulling the nipples gently outward, then releasing them so they snapped back. He used his knuckles to rub the undersides of her breasts. He even used light slapping motions on the sides, making her breasts jiggle.
Zhao Qing's moans were becoming more frequent and uncontrolled.
"Mmm… ahh… not so hard…"
But her body was betraying her. Her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was dripping.
Mr. Huang grew bolder. He pinched both nipples at the same time and gave them a firm, slow pull.
Zhao Qing screamed loudly.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her legs twitched violently. Her toes curled tightly. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy clenched and released, soaking her panties completely. Her back arched off the table as she came hard from just her nipples being pulled.
Mr. Huang watched in awe, still pinching her nipples.
"It would be so much better if I could suck them," he whispered desperately.
Zhao Qing was still breathing heavily from the orgasm. Her voice was weak but clear.
"Go on… suck them. But only through the cloth."
Mr. Huang didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his head and devoured her breasts through the thin white fabric. He sucked hard on one nipple, the wet cloth making loud sucking sounds. His tongue flicked rapidly against the hardened bud through the material.
Zhao Qing moaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
"Ahh… mmm… yes… like that…"
He sucked and licked both nipples alternately, making obscene wet sounds. The thin cloth became completely soaked with his saliva, turning almost transparent and showing her hard pink nipples clearly.
Zhao Qing's moans grew louder and more desperate.
"Ahh… fuck… it feels good…"
After several minutes of intense sucking, she came again. Her body shook, her legs twitching, another wave of pleasure crashing through her.
"Enough… back off," she gasped, her voice shaky.
Mr. Huang pulled back reluctantly, his mouth wet, eyes still hungry.
"How was the service, Mrs. Zhao?" he asked, voice hoarse.
Zhao Qing sat up slowly. Because of all the massage and sucking, the thin white cover had loosened. As she stood up, her left breast slipped out completely from the fabric.
Mr. Huang's eyes widened. He stared openly at her perfect, exposed breast — the firm shape, the hard pink nipple still wet from his mouth.
Zhao Qing didn't hide it.
She let him look.
As a reward.
She stood there for a few seconds, letting him stare at her bare breast, then slowly adjusted the cloth to cover it again.
Her voice was cold once more, but there was a new authority in it.
"From now on, you will listen to me. You will do exactly what I say. You are mine to control. Do you understand?"
Mr. Huang nodded desperately, completely under her spell.
"Yes… Mrs. Zhao."
Zhao Qing smiled faintly, her eyes cold and dominant.
"Good. Now clean up. We still have business to discuss."
She had turned the tables completely.
Mr. Huang was no longer the desperate man trying to seduce her.
He was now her slave.