Dangerous career women

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As Linda's ample buttocks lifted from the leather chair, she glanced at Peter and John sitting on the sofa, overturned the photo frame next to the monitor containing pictures of herself, her husband, and daughter, and then swayed her large, fleshy buttocks, which stretched her tight black trousers to a gleaming sheen, to the imposing boss's desk. Her high-heeled sandals clicked crisply on the hardwood floor.

"Could one of you lock the door for me?"

Before anyone had even left the sofa, she had already unbuckled her belt and deliberately turned around.

"Hurry, I have to rush to Alpha later; today is my wedding anniversary with him!" With that, the woman, barely contained by her uniform, gave a slight tug and pulled her trousers and thong down to her knees.

Perhaps realizing her sanitary pad was still inside, Linda felt embarrassed. At that moment, the two well-dressed, muscular black men behind her were clearly struggling to cope.

Facing this woman with long, curly hair, wearing a designer blazer and a decorative scarf around her neck, but with her large, white, fleshy buttocks exposed, they both let out an "Oh!" Especially when she bent over, the sudden appearance of her now even more plump and domineering buttocks, now freed from restraint, revealing her dark, ripe vulva and anus, aroused them. Even though she was still wearing pants, Linda's posture was enough to instantly ignite their lust.

After handing the children over to the nanny, Jimmy drove directly to Alfa—his wife's favorite French restaurant, which she had frequented for almost six years. This successful man remained incredibly romantic.

He left the garage carrying roses, entered the restaurant, and sat down at the table with the night view, his wife's preferred spot.

At that moment, the swelling sensation in his glans made him slightly uncomfortable, but he remained excited. He knew very well that the male enhancement wipes he had used before leaving work wouldn't fully take effect for several hours. Besides the roses, he also wanted to surprise his wife on this night when she was very aroused, as her period had just ended. Linda was a woman who was particular about everything—work, children, family, and even the quality of sex.

"Sir, how many are in your party?"

A young waitress appeared before Jimmy with a smile. Jimmy glanced at the roses on the table and said in a tone as if speaking to a secretary, "I'll start when my wife arrives. Could you please bring me a black coffee first, please?" Actually, he knew very well that coffee would indirectly increase libido. The waitress smiled and went to the front desk. Her expression seemed to make Jimmy feel like a very responsible and romantic man.

He suddenly wanted to know if his wife had already left work, so he took out his phone and dialed that familiar number.

Beep...beep...

Linda didn't take off her Prada high-heeled sandals before pulling down her trousers, even neglecting to tear off the saturated, dirty panty liner from her crotch. She simply curled them up on the spotless desk, the familiar fishy smell assaulting her senses. Especially when her gaze fell upon the two thick, shiny black penises, seemingly long enough to pierce Peter and John's abdomens, already protruding roughly from their trouser holes, she felt a surge of desire once more.

The itching in her lower abdomen made her forget the door was unlocked. Grabbing the pile of tissues on the desk, she hurried towards them.

Her phone rang, and Linda's expression immediately turned impatient. The ringtone told her it was her husband calling; perhaps at times like this, she would ignore anyone else on TV except him.

So she gestured to the two men with their guns pointed, signaling them to be quiet. The slightly annoyed woman quickly walked back to the table, her ample white flesh jiggling. As she picked up her phone, she instinctively tugged at the back of her short blazer. Perhaps she was used to pulling at her jacket to somewhat conceal her large, tight-fitting buttocks, but now the action seemed superfluous.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Linda's voice on the phone sounded even more magnetic.

Jimmy: "Sweetheart, I'm here."

"So fast?" Linda glanced at the two black men beside the sofa, each tugging at their genitals.

Jimmy: "Those clients know it's you and me today… so no one came looking for me. How's it going on your end?" "But, Honey, I have some things to do here, I'll probably be busy for a while. Can you wait for me?" As she spoke, Linda noticed John staring at her small, protruding belly, made even more alluring by childbirth and accentuated by the tuft of pubic hair. Once again, she instinctively blushed with embarrassment.

Jimmy: "Okay, no rush, I can read the newspaper for a bit." "Okay! Honey, see you later, I have to get busy!" Linda ended the call before Jimmy could finish and threw the phone back on the table. By then, the stench in the CEO's office was getting stronger and stronger.

"I really need to hurry, my husband is already here!"

Mrs. Jimmy, looking anxious, had already come between Peter and John, who were both a head taller than her. They were wearing crisp shirts after taking off their suits.

The moment she grabbed his hot genitals with both hands, the sense of security that welled up inside her instantly swept away her guilt towards her husband. John,

after being grabbed by the penis, became even more energetic, and he put a lot of effort into each foreplay.

"You're going to start with this wedding ring on?"

Linda, who was already kissing Peter, didn't even bother to look at him.

"Hmm... it only represents love, if you're a gentleman, please don't get carried away! Hmm..." John smiled, a mature and steady smile.

"We'll talk about that when you're making me squirt later!"

In just a few words, the series of kisses had already made the woman, her large, bare buttocks flushed. She turned to look at John, her eyes brimming with lust, yet her words remained confident.

"Your thing is just a little longer. Every time it's crucial, Peter pushes it the hardest. I'll still have him fuck my pussy, and you'll fuck my ass, huh?" John wanted to say something, but Linda had already kissed him.

In a short while, the sounds of kissing, spanking, and the woman's muffled moans filled the CEO's office, making it no longer quiet. The atmosphere was even somewhat oppressive due to the two large, throbbing penises she had squeezed, and the burgeoning lust of the two men and one woman.

For Linda, the excellent foreplay had barely begun, yet she was already overwhelmed. A throbbing itch in her lower abdomen, combined with the feeling of something flowing down her inner thighs, made her feel a surge of urgency. Even in the brightly decorated office, an extremely unsavory sexual battle was unfolding.

"Sir, would you like some more water?"

"Oh, thank you. By the way, do you still have those women's fashion magazines we looked at last time?" "Yes, sir. Which issue would you like?" "The most recent ones are fine, thank you!"

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

"Hmm...oh! Just a moment."

"What can I do for you?"

"That premium imported steak from last time, it used to be your signature dish, do you have it today?" "Yes, shall we serve it now?" "No, let's wait until my wife arrives!"

"Okay!"

Watching the waitress's retreating figure, Jimmy felt relieved. He knew that he had almost everything his wife wanted for the evening. He started planning again, such as pulling her straight into the bedroom as soon as they got home, pulling down her pants, and getting straight to the point. Perhaps later in the car, he could use one hand to caress her vagina while driving, making her wet even through her pants. He had no worries about the quality of the long-lasting wipes; it was his go-to brand. In his view, his wife's sexy hairstyle, which cost thousands of dollars yesterday, and her going out without a bra this morning, were clearly preparations for a romantic wedding anniversary night.

"Ah! Ah! Ah... You're killing me... Ah..." If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing, perhaps any employee outside the CEO's office would have guessed what Director Linda and the two clients were doing inside, and would have been unable to bear the woman's unbearable moans.

John and Peter were indeed very skilled at this, especially with women who had given birth. With just their hands, they had already made Linda look incredibly pathetic.

Targeting a woman's G-spot was John's forte. Half-squatting in front of Linda, he stimulated her G-spot with only three fingers of his right hand for less than a minute, and the scene had already become quite unsightly.

"Ah..." Linda let out a long cry, her furrowed brow suddenly losing control. Her body convulsed, perhaps afraid of soiling John's shirt cuffs or other parts of her body. At the moment of climax, she desperately tried to hold back, but the love juices in her vagina still squeezed against John's still-thrusting hand, gushing out violently.

John knew she had reached her climax, yet he intensified his attack. He didn't care that his designer shirt sleeves were getting wetter and wetter. For him, the "sizzle! sizzle..." sound of the liquid hitting the hardwood floor and Linda's extremely embarrassed expression were what excited him most, and gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Peter, however, had a different idea. He believed that ensuring the quality of the sex life with this young woman was the key to a long-term partnership with their company, even in this way. So, watching his shiny leather shoes become increasingly wet from her love juices, he remained firmly positioned to her side, cooperating with John. Knowing that posture is crucial for the quality of a woman's orgasm, he initially gripped Linda's crossed wrists behind her back, forcing her to thrust her chest forward, while rhythmically slapping her breasts to stimulate her erogenous zones.

However, Peter was struggling. His penis was being gripped tighter and tighter by the woman experiencing a G-spot orgasm, while he faced her extremely provocative expression, and even her two large breasts, heavy and spread wide, trembling from the slapping, straddling the edge of her suit collar. Peter was afraid he would ejaculate; for him, the round, large breasts with areolas so dark they looked like they were filled with milk were the most visually stimulating.

Peter wanted Linda to let go temporarily, at least to give him a break. He knew that this naked, breast-swaying young woman was almost impossible to satisfy with just a penis during sex. So he tried several times, but it was difficult to get rid of her. To make matters worse, John, in order to provoke Linda in many ways, kept asking her provocatively while poking her, "What's coming out... um... what is it? So much... um..." over and over, like he was harshly questioning a child. At this moment, no one understood women better than him.

A few seconds passed, and John still didn't want to give up, but Peter suddenly felt that her penis had been released, and at the same time, he heard her phone ringing. Although it wasn't the same ringtone as before, the person must be very important to Linda.

Sure enough, Linda pushed John away directly. Although embarrassment was still written on her face, her expression suddenly became serious.

"It's from home. Why would that woman call at a time like this?" As she spoke, she glanced at the puddle on the floor, quickly grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the table, wiped her crotch from behind like she was wiping her bottom after using the toilet, and hurriedly walked to the desk. She tossed her hair, which was half covering her face, and picked up her phone. At that moment, she was looking at John with a shy and somewhat curious gaze.

"Hello! Auntie? What's wrong..."

John and Peter immediately noticed Linda's unease after she spoke.

"Sweetie, it's you? What do you want to talk to Mommy about?"

Clearly, the caller was her 5-year-old daughter.

"Sweetie! Daddy's out looking for Mommy. We'll come back together tonight. Mommy'll bring you a big pizza, okay?" "Okay! Be good! Listen to Auntie, okay? Mommy's going to check your new English words when she gets back. Mommy's busy now, I'll hang up, okay?" "Okay! Bye-bye, sweetie! Mwah..."

Despite her coquettish tone, the woman, still wiping her vulva, remained blushing until the call ended. Besides the strangeness of talking to her daughter in this situation, the intense orgasm she'd just experienced had made her less confident.

Holding a hand full of wet, dirty toilet paper, she retorted,

"How could there be so much?"

John laughed sarcastically, his right hand, covered in vaginal fluid, feeling a dull ache.

"That's your question, haha. But I guess after you're done with this, when you put on those pants, your tummy won't feel so constricted, right? Hmm?" Peter laughed at John's words.

"Is it really that exaggerated, my friend?"

"At least at the seminar last time, I could tell she was a woman full of lust. You insisted on arguing with me, saying things like she'd been married and had children. After a few times, what do you think, Peter?" "Gentlemen! Please don't keep bringing up such vulgar and meaningless topics. Okay... I'll do it a few more times, right here on the sofa... Peter! I have a few packs of German long-lasting wet wipes that your boss left behind last time. Want a pack? Hmm?" The last rays of the setting sun shone warmly on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant. Jimmy remembered that his wife had a particular fondness for this restaurant, which was somewhat related to this atmosphere. However, this time, night had fallen, the roads were getting increasingly congested, and Jimmy had already finished reading a newspaper, but his wife still hadn't called. He knew his wife had a habit of calling before leaving the company.

The energetic waitress, seeing that the elegant middle-aged man had been sitting for nearly half an hour with an empty glass, handed him some distilled water and went over.

"Hasn't your wife arrived yet, sir?"

"Hmm, she's very busy. It's alright. You don't mind me taking up this table, do you?" "Of course not, sir. You misunderstand. However, I think your wife should be arriving soon. If you need anything, you can call me anytime." "Okay!"

"Ah... almost there! Almost there again... Oh my... you guys... how are you so amazing... Ah... ahhh... how can it be almost there again..." It seems that this time, the two black men, who had also taken off their pants, were going all out. They had only just started their battle, and a certain spot on the sofa was already wet with Linda's love juice. From their movements, it was clear that this time the two of them were using the most ruthless "sandwich" technique.

Peter lay half-reclined in the middle of the sofa, his legs straddling the floor. Linda was kneeling on his hips, her vagina able to grip his upward-pushing penis from behind. John's movements, though a bit laborious, directly helped Peter. He squatted with his legs apart, straddling Linda's backside, his feet on the sofa, and pushed his downward-pressing penis directly into Linda's open anus. One of them was penetrating her vagina, and the other was penetrating her anus.

In this awkward position, he immediately launched into a fierce and violent assault, so hard that his two testicles slammed against her buttocks every time. Linda's plump, white buttocks were sandwiched between two dark, banana-shaped rods, leaving her unable to move. All that could be seen was her overflowing white flesh trembling. The scene was extremely intense, but considering her identity, one could feel the oppressive atmosphere. In less than five minutes, the woman had already experienced several orgasms, some consecutive, with her love juices gushing out from time to time, making a mess of the sofa and floor.

Because of the intense arousal and the urge to release, after several intense repetitions, the throbbing pain in Linda's lower abdomen from the two penises, each no shorter than 30 centimeters, had become numb. Linda was a little tired from the several sudden orgasms, but she knew they wouldn't stop before ejaculating. Sure enough, John expanded his offensive.

"Hmm... I'm coming... Hmm... Will you still be so self-righteous in the future... Hmm!" "What are you doing... Ahhh... I can't take it anymore... I'm about to come again... Ahhh..." "Hmm... I'm about to come... Are you about to come again? Hmm... Will I make you come all the way out? Hmm..." "Hurry... Husband... I feel like I'm really coming..." This was quite unexpected for John. This woman even called him "husband." He gave Peter, who was covered in sweat, a look. The two of them were indeed in sync and suddenly stopped at the same time.

"What are you doing... We're almost there... Why did you stop... Please don't do this... I'm getting it..." Peter knew this might be a good business opportunity. He glanced at the panting John and asked Linda, "So, about the price, the rebate... Hmm!" Actually, female bosses are always afraid of business situations like this. Linda, this seasoned CEO, had also lost her temper.

"Just go with your budget... Hurry up... I'm almost done!" Suddenly, the two engorged black dicks, like wound-up springs, paused briefly before becoming even more aggressive. After only a few seconds of thrusting, Linda's brows furrowed, and her expression became extremely unpleasant. Because the thing

inside her was still violently thrusting in and out, the love juice was coming out too quickly, splashing everything around. Of course, Peter had already felt that his testicles, legs, and even the hem of his shirt were already very wet, but he didn't care at all.

This time was a little different. Only after the love juice was ejaculated did Linda let out a loud "Ah!"

And immediately after the release of sexual desire, her uterus felt as if something warm had been shot into it. Although they had agreed to ejaculate outside, because of the IUD, Linda, in her satisfaction, felt no remorse for Peter's actions. However, when she discovered that John had accidentally ejaculated on her suit jacket above her buttocks, her embarrassed expression turned serious once again.

"Friend! How could you be so careless? This suit is a collector's edition I bought for 5,000 pounds, and it can't be washed!" Linda didn't bother to dry her soaked crotch and inner thighs. She grabbed the suit jacket she had just taken off and rushed to the desk, took out wet wipes from her bag, and carefully wiped the area where the semen had been spilled. Her vagina was still slowly dripping with vaginal fluid.

Flipping through a magazine, Jimmy finally started to feel bored. The time on his phone made him realize that an hour had passed since he arrived. In truth, he had always disapproved of his wife's passion for her career, but... he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched the waitress smiling and talking to that couple in the distance. He wondered if he should call back to ask what was going on.

Just as he was hesitating, his phone rang; his wife was finally calling.

"Hello..."

Linda: "Honey, I just finished here. Are you hungry? I'll be right there." "If you don't come soon, I'm really going to... Well, come on over, the atmosphere here is great today." Linda: "Okay! See you later!" "Bye..."

Jimmy went to the restroom and then went to the front desk, where he saw the girl.

"Hi... Please start preparing the steaks! One original, one Chicago sweet and spicy. But both should be medium-rare... Oh, and please give me couple's cutlery, thank you!" "Yes, sir, we'll start preparing your food right away." Peter and John, having put on their trousers, sat on a clean spot on the sofa and lit cigars. Looking at the elegant decor of the room, and the voluptuous young woman still naked, wiping herself while talking to her husband on the phone, they felt their genitals starting to swell again. In their opinion, this battle had been quite satisfying for Linda.

"What are we going to do about the wet floor?"

Linda was tearing off the pad from her crotch when she heard John's question. She didn't look up.

"I can have the nanny clean it up later. Just say the teacup spilled. Can you guys help me dry the sofa? I really don't have time, I need to touch up my makeup later!" "Well..."

Peter started to say something, but she interrupted him.

"You mean the kickback? Hmm..."

The men remained silent.

"Since it's agreed, then so be it... If you're free these next few days, invite your boss and we'll book a deluxe suite with a large bed, preferably during the day, so we can sleep afterward, hmm?" A few months later, Linda became pregnant. Of course, for her husband Jimmy, this was a happy thing; he had long wanted another child in the family. However, Linda was somewhat bewildered; she had no idea who the father of the child was.

[The End]

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