The office was rife with lust.

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Nothing much to do today, so I'll just tell you about a passionate encounter I had in the office. That experience was incredibly audacious; I still shudder to think about it afterwards!

It was about five years ago when the company hired me an assistant named Ying. She was 31, had a five-year-old child, and her husband worked on a construction project in another city, so he wasn't home often.

Ying looked like Wang Yajie (from Zhao Benshan's dramas), but much more voluptuous!

Actually, I didn't have any ulterior motives at first. Although I like voluptuous women, I'm not very good at flirting with women, and besides, flirting in the office wouldn't be good for handling the aftermath!

It was just normal work!

Every day before leaving work, she would come to my office to clean.

In the summer, she would wear a dress and mop the floor. You can imagine

her full breasts swaying under her dress with the rhythm of mopping. Her white legs, and her round buttocks sticking out as she mopped with her back to me, always excited me for a long time. I often fantasized about having sex with her, touching her big breasts, and patting her big buttocks—how amazing that would be! But it was just a fantasy because I never had the chance, and as I said, I'm not good at seduction, I don't know how!

So every day, I only fantasized about having sex with her when she came to mop the floor at 4:30 pm! Haha, my wife's breasts aren't big, so every time I have sex with my wife, I always imagine Ying's breasts and buttocks! - This went on until about August of the following summer. One Saturday off, a client from out of town unexpectedly called, saying he had just arrived in the city and wanted to meet at the company to discuss the contract and documents.

I called my assistant, Ying, and asked her to come to the company to get the contract and documents. Actually, there had been times like this before, but not often.

Around 10:30 AM, the client arrived at the company. We discussed the cooperation and the contract, reaching a basic mutual agreement. We were ready to revise it and sign.

It was already noon, so we decided to have lunch first and sign in the afternoon.

The three of us—Ying, the client, and myself—went to a restaurant downstairs from the company. We intended to have a casual meal and not drink much,

but for some reason, the client kept insisting on drinking, frequently urging Ying to drink. I'm not a big drinker, and Ying doesn't drink much either,

but this client was really into it today, constantly urging us to drink.

As a result, I got quite tipsy, and Ying's face was flushed and her eyes were glazed.

After drinking for an hour and a half, the three of them said they would rest at a hotel and come back after the revised contract was ready.

Ying and I went upstairs to the company again, intending for her to revise the contract immediately. When we arrived at the office, she turned on her computer, and I told her how to revise it. She was really drunk; she was sitting in her chair, swaying and unable to sit still. Ying told me she had a headache, felt dizzy, and felt like she was spinning. I knew that was the feeling of being drunk. Feeling dizzy, I said, "Okay, why don't you lie down on the sofa in my office for a while?" Our offices are separate. She said okay, stood up, but stumbled and almost fell. I immediately supported her, holding her waist, practically turning her around on my back—

she was so heavy! The sofa was quite large, with an extension sofa where you could lie down, like in a home. I carried Ying to the sofa, which made me sweat profusely.

She lay on her side, probably because her head really hurt; she was turning her head and clutching her head. I knew she was feeling unwell from drinking too much, and I felt a bit apologetic, so

I said, "Take some painkillers." She hummed in agreement

, and I went to my drawer to find some medicine. Suddenly, I found sleeping pills. My mind went blank for a moment, and I don't know what came over me, but I took the sleeping pills and gave them to her.

As she lay down—

the subconscious thought of giving her sleeping pills suddenly became clear in my mind. Was I trying to mess with her?

The moment this thought crossed my mind, I felt waves of tingling sensation throughout my body from excitement and stimulation. Looking at her, I saw she was wearing a blue dress, and because she was turned to the side with her legs bent, most of her white, plump thighs were exposed. I felt dizzy,

unsure if she was fast asleep. I didn't dare make a move, so I went outside and sat in front of her computer for a while. Because I had drunk quite a bit, and with this sudden, stimulating thought in my head, I was still dizzy and shivering.

Finally, I didn't care anymore; my lust got the better of me. After about ten minutes, I went to the sofa, nudged her twice, and called her name. She didn't respond, only her heavy breathing.

My hands were shaking, and my heart was pounding. Little by little, I pulled her skirt up a bit. Oh my god, pink lace panties! Ying was really plump and a little chubby. They were tightly wrapped around her buttocks, constricting her chubby breasts. Because she was turned to the side, I couldn't see her vulva from the front, so I held my breath and turned her legs around. She rolled over, made a sound, and faced me directly, which scared me so much I broke out in a cold sweat!

At this moment, Ying was lying face up on the sofa, her hair loose, one hand covering her eyes, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open, her breathing heavy. Her dress reached her waist, her breasts were faintly visible above, and her pink panties were tightly constricting her vulva. One leg was straight, the other bent. Oh my god, so tempting!

I pulled her dress up a little higher, revealing her stomach, a long scar, probably from a C-section, the white flesh so white. I pulled on her panties, but it was too difficult to take them off completely, so

I pulled them open to the side, revealing her vulva. Oh my god, the pubic hair was very black and shiny, not much. Because of her fullness, her vulva was round, her labia slightly dark, her inner labia red, slightly open, and her vulva seemed to breathe with her breath.

At this moment, I didn't... I was nervous, but also excited.

I pressed my nose against her vulva and smelled it. There was a fleshy smell, sweat, and a slight pungent odor, probably from when she went out to pee while drinking.

But this smell was even more attractive.

I reached in and gently touched it. Why was it so wet? Do women get so wet when they drink too much? Just as I was about to take it a step further, she suddenly rolled over, maintaining her previous sideways position. This time, I dared not pry her legs open, afraid of waking her up.

By this time, Niu Zi was rock hard.

Looking at the flesh in front of me, my lust surged through my brain.

I didn't care about anything else, but still afraid of waking her up, I lay down behind her, Niu Zi pressing against her buttocks and gently lifting her upper thighs. Come on, pull down her panties a little and slowly probe her vagina with my hard, thick penis. After a lot of effort, I managed to insert it a little, then lowered her thighs and started thrusting in and

out. Wow, it's so tight! Because of her C-section, and this position, it's already very tight, very hot inside. I hadn't thrust in much before I felt her juices flowing everywhere. I didn't dare thrust too fast, afraid of startling her, so I thrust in little by little, each time deeper than the last. It felt so good, so stimulating! Seeing that she wasn't moving, I pulled down her bra a little with one hand and touched her breasts. Wow, they're so big! I realized I hadn't even looked at her breasts before.

Now, in this position, you can imagine... We were lying on the sofa, Ying on her side and me behind her, one hand on her breasts, the other on her buttocks.

She had her legs bent, and my penis was thrusting into Ying's plump vagina from behind

—

I thrust in and out, deeper and deeper each time, bringing out more of her juices. I think I thrust over 100 times before I couldn't take it anymore. A tingling sensation spread through my penis, and my mind went blank. I didn't care about anything else and started thrusting rapidly and involuntarily. Ahh, I felt like I was about to reach my climax and lose control. Suddenly, a thought struck me: I couldn't ejaculate! I couldn't ejaculate inside her vagina; it would be difficult to handle. But I was already at the critical point, so I quickly pulled out my penis, but some still came inside. The rest got onto the sofa and my underwear!

I ejaculated a lot, and it felt great!

My mind immediately cleared up. Looking at the scene, I realized what I was doing and broke out in a cold sweat. What would I do if Ying found out, or if her husband found out? How would I handle this mess?!

I immediately cleaned up the scene, pulled her clothes back up, and wiped away the semen on the sofa, but there were still watermarks. There was some on her underwear, and

some inside her vagina—nothing I could do.

I sat down at Ying's desk.

The initial shock had subsided, and I was sober. All that remained

was the fear of Ying finding out and telling me what to do. What if she started harassing me? What if I couldn't handle it?

My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a solution. I decided to wait and see.

I shut down my computer and went

to call a client to tell him I'd sign the contract tomorrow . Then I

went home, still wondering what would happen if my impulsiveness got out of control. That

afternoon, I was distracted, my heart pounding—I kept telling myself, "Impulse is the devil!"

Around 8 pm, the phone rang. I looked—damn, it was Ying!

That afternoon, I'd thought of all sorts of scenarios and my responses. Now, as I mentally reviewed the ringing phone—I thought about it carefully again—

my daughter said, "Dad, why aren't you answering the phone?"—Thank goodness my wife wasn't answering!

I said: Hey, how are you, Ying? (I'll take the initiative and kiss you first)

Ying: Where are you?

Me: At home.

Ying: What happened to me this afternoon?

Me: Where are you now?

Ying: I'm in the office. I just woke up. What happened this afternoon?

Me: You drank too much. You slept on the sofa. I saw you had too much to drink, so I left. I wanted you to rest. Ying: Oh, the contract hasn't been revised yet. It's delayed. What should I do?

Me: It's okay. I told the client we'll sign it tomorrow afternoon. We'll revise it tomorrow morning. (I feel relieved) Ying: Oh, I'm going home now. Is this your coat?

I remember. Before I left, I covered her with my office suit jacket. Me: Oh, I was afraid you'd catch a cold.

Ying: Oh, thank you. My head really hurts. I'm going home now. You'll come tomorrow morning, right? Me: Okay, just be there at 9:30. Go home and get some rest. After hanging up, I felt a wave of relief.

It felt like I was on the verge of hell, but now I felt like I was back on earth!

In the days that followed, I continued with my normal work. At first, I still saw her and was always a little worried. After a week, I stopped worrying and

started recalling what happened that day. It seemed like I hadn't really had my fill .

That's how people are; once the wound heals, they forget the pain. Haha,

Ying didn't do anything else after that and continued with her normal work. When I talked to Ying, I always felt a little awkward, but I was secretly happy, thinking, "Ha, I've fucked you.

" When I saw Ying mopping the floor and saw her big ass, I would think, "Damn, I've fucked you!"

But I still really want to have sex,

but I don't have the guts anymore. As for seducing someone, I really don't have the skill. I'm also afraid of real lovers; it's hard to handle relationships.

I like Ying's body, but I don't really like her personality. She's rather sensual, so it was just that one time, and nothing more. She worked for about two more years, then quit and I haven't contacted her since. Thinking about it now still makes me feel both excited and scared. Now I want to ask female wolves, if

a woman is fucked like that, there should still be some semen in her vagina. Is it possible that she didn't know it happened? Did she know, or didn't?

I've always wondered about that. ----

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