Beautiful women in the office

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The office beauty [End]

At this moment, I felt the director's hand fall on my buttocks through my skirt, gently kneading them.

"Ah..." I groaned in humiliation, my leg muscles involuntarily stiffening. This wasn't the first time; last time, the director even ripped off my underwear. If I hadn't struggled, who knows what would have happened.

I've thought about quitting, but my husband's company has been struggling since last year. Not only is his salary pitifully low, but he could be laid off at any time. Moreover, we took out a mortgage on a house a few years ago, and we still owe more than 100,000 yuan. How can I... Sigh... I muttered to myself.

The director's hand moved restlessly. Seeing that I didn't resist, he moved his hand down, slipping it under my skirt and sliding it between my legs.

I wasn't wearing stockings today, so I had to force myself not to break free from this hateful hand. At this moment, the director's hand had moved up to my inner thigh and was gently stroking it, his large fingers occasionally touching my genitals. A faint pleasure surged between my legs, coursing into my brain. "

It's happening again," I thought, embarrassed and angry. How could I feel this way being violated by someone like this?

My heart pounded. I stopped reading that awful performance report and just hoped the director's assault would stop.

But his hands showed no sign of stopping.

I suddenly remembered the time he ripped my underwear off, and I started to worry. What if he did it again today? And this was the office; what if someone knocked and came in…? Thinking this, I could only pray to God that nothing bad would happen.

The pleasure continued to surge from below, and I felt my genitals begin to leak fluid. I lowered my head in shame.

"Hehe, Jiajia, your body is still so sensitive. You're already wet after only a short while. This is really exciting!" the director lewdly laughed.

My face flushed, it must be burning red. That disgusting old lecher. Being humiliated like this only made my body more sensitive. This damned body.

Last time was the same. Under the director's lewd words and laughter, my body repeatedly betrayed my will, forcing me to succumb to his teasing. That time, I almost… Then, the director's fingers touched my genitals through my underwear.

I could feel my underwear was already wet and clinging to my labia. The director's fingers gently traced between my labia, each stroke harder than the last, until finally his fingers sank deep into my labia with each movement, intensifying the uncontrollable pleasure.

The director suddenly withdrew his fingers. I was momentarily stunned, even a little disappointed.

Then, the director pulled me between his legs, still facing away from him, and said, "Lie on your stomach on the table!"

"No, Director Deng."

"Don't be afraid, Jiajia, I just want to see what your lower body looks like, hehe!"

Ah, the worst was about to happen. I wanted to resist, but thinking of those reasons, I had no strength left. In the end, I could only comfort myself by saying that as long as I didn't let him cross that final barrier, it would be fine. Unbeknownst to me, each time I thought like this, my mental resistance weakened.

I slowly slumped onto the table, tears of humiliation streaming down my face.

A chill ran down my lower body as my skirt was lifted. Immediately, a pair of hands pulled down my underwear. My legs instinctively clamped together, trying to stop him from taking it off, but the director skillfully managed to pull it down anyway.

At this point, I was completely naked from the waist down, exposed entirely to the director's eyes.

Last time, although the director had pulled down my underwear, he hadn't seen my genitals because of my struggles, but this time, he had.

Besides my husband, the director was the second man to see my private parts.

Even though I was slumped on the table, I could still feel his gaze fixed on that area. I was extremely nervous, but my vagina began to spasm uncontrollably. With each spasm, I could feel fluid seeping out of my genitals. Soon, the fluid flowed down from my inner thighs and into my shoes.

"Ah, Jiajia, your lower body is so beautiful! Your buttocks are so perky, your legs are so long and slender, you truly deserve to be the most beautiful woman in our company. Hmm? Why is there so much drool coming from your little mouth down there? Let me wipe it for you."

I was too embarrassed to speak.

At this moment, his hand took my underwear and cleaned the fluid from my lower body. Without his teasing, my lower body gradually returned to normal and stopped twitching.

Soon, his hands were on my buttocks again.

Breaths of hot air sprayed onto my backside, itchy and very comfortable. He must have been looking very close to me, but that was a place even my husband hadn't looked at closely. I shyly tried to pull away, but my buttocks were firmly held in place by his hands, I couldn't move at all.

A stronger sense of humiliation arose in my heart.

But the fluid started flowing again, uncooperatively.

Then, something else happened that I absolutely couldn't have imagined.

Suddenly, something pressed against my lower body, followed by something warm and soft wriggling on my labia. It quickly burrowed inside me, moving incessantly.

"Ah..." It felt so good. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly snapped back to reality. Could he have put that inside me? But it didn't seem right. This thing down there was different in shape from that, and it was soft. Could it be... his tongue?!

I've been married to my husband for over three years, but even he has never licked me there. Today, the director actually... "Director Deng, ah... don't... lick there... ah..." At that moment, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't even utter a word. If someone had taken off my shoes, they would have seen my toes curling up in pleasure.

The director was a devil.

He used both hands to pull my labia apart, and then his tongue, like a snake, slithered inside my vagina, gradually stripping away my reason. The flames of desire slowly ignited within me.

"Hoo, your love juice is so sweet." The director swallowed all the fluid flowing from my lower body, as if it were some kind of nectar.

His words stimulated my senses, and the sensations in my lower body assaulted my mind even more intensely. I resignedly thought: since he's already seen my lower body, and he's kissing me down there, why shouldn't I enjoy it? As long as I don't let his penis enter my lower body, it'll be fine. Thinking this, I obediently raised my buttocks to make it easier for the director's tongue to move around under me, and even, I quietly and slowly spread my legs apart.

"Hehe, this is my good darling." The director chuckled, as if he had discovered my intentions, and his tongue moved even more vigorously.

Waves of dizziness washed over me.

"Ah... I... I can't take it anymore..." I gasped for breath, and at this moment, my throat seemed to gradually lose its function. I knew this was a sign that I was about to reach orgasm.

Suddenly, a finger began to gently stroke my anus; at the same time, two fingers pinched and twisted my clitoris, which was now erect with excitement.

My breath almost stopped as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me, my vagina spasming involuntarily.

"Ugh..." I was so comfortable I couldn't even make a sound.

I collapsed limply onto the table.

The afterglow of my orgasm hadn't yet faded when I heard a rustling sound behind me.

My heart skipped a beat; it was clearly the sound of clothes being undressed. What

was the director trying to do? Did he want to...? No, I couldn't let him push his luck any further, or how could I face my beloved husband afterward?

I was on the verge of tears, trying to struggle, but my body was too weak to muster any strength.

"Jiajia, is it good? Hehe, there's more to come!" The director's laughter behind me grew even more lewd.

His hand reached behind my waist, forcibly turning my body over so I was now lying on the table.

I struggled to prop myself up with my hands, weakly pleading, "No... Director Deng, I'm a married woman, and... people will come here, please let me go, otherwise... I'll call the police."

"Hehe, I've already told Haiyan that no one can get in here. As for calling the police... if you've tasted my big cock... hehe, you definitely won't want to call the police. You've already had your fun, but look at me here, it's rock hard, what am I going to do?"

I looked down and gasped. He was naked from the waist down, and his penis was standing erect, thick and long, covered with prominent veins like earthworms, and the glans was as big as half my fist.

My God, if he really penetrated me, could I handle it?

If there were a mirror here, I think my face would be pale. At that moment, I felt like a little rabbit caught in a tiger's jaws, my body trembling helplessly.

The director leered and spread my legs, exposing my vulva to him once again.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out, hurriedly sitting up and covering my vulva with my hands. I tried to close my legs, but with the director standing between them, I couldn't.

The director stood there grinning, watching my reaction with amusement, and suddenly said, "Jiajia, how about this? Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll let you go today. If you lose, you'll obediently let me have my way with you, okay?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "have my way with you," making my vagina tremble involuntarily. That despicable lecher!

But I still hurriedly nodded. I would agree to anything at this moment, as long as he wouldn't do that.

He chuckled lewdly again, calmly pointing at my vaginal opening, and said, "Let's make a bet like this. I'll tease you, and if you can keep it from leaking, you win; otherwise, I lose."

What? This is clearly cheating! How can I control myself? My body is so sensitive; I'm bound to lose.

"This won't work, let's try something else," I said, blushing. "

Hmm, why won't this work? Tell me why."

"Um...it's because...because..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Why? If you don't tell me the reason, just do as I say."

"No," I said hastily, my face turning even redder. I lowered my head and whispered, "Because... when you touch me... I can't help but... I get wet..."

"Hahaha," the director laughed triumphantly, "Alright, alright, let's try a different bet then, hahaha!"

I nervously looked at the director for a moment, then he suddenly said, "I have a fair bet. Look, I'm rock hard here. If you can make me ejaculate within half an hour, no matter what method you use, you win. What do you say?"

I stared at his large, frighteningly large, red and purple thing, gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and said, "Okay!"

The director started looking at me lecherously again and said, "Then let your hair down first. I like seeing you with your hair down."

I tilted my head back, untied my hair from its bun, shook it to let it fall smoothly, and asked the director, "Is this okay?"

At this moment, the director stared at me, almost drooling.

He said again, "Unbutton your shirt!"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking: since he'd already seen my most important parts, I didn't care about my breasts anymore. As long as he could ejaculate quickly, I'd do anything. So, I unbuttoned my women's suit jacket and shirt one by one, revealing my white lace bra underneath. Because

my breasts are quite full and perky, I usually choose bras made of soft and thin fabrics. This bra was very thin, and because it was lace, you could see the general shape of my breasts from the outside. Originally, I secretly bought this to show my husband tonight, and I even planned to... but now, this big pervert... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness... My face flushed, and I reached behind to unhook my bra, but seeing the director's lecherous face, a sudden feeling of unease welled up inside me.

"Director Deng, do you keep your word?"

"Jiajia, why would I lie to you? Otherwise, I would have already put it in."

Yes, he doesn't seem to have any reason to lie to me now, but when I see that slight smile on the director's lips, something feels off. Oh well, I accept my fate. I'll make him ejaculate.

My hand loosens, the bra clasp comes undone, and my breasts pop out.

I casually put the bra on the table, lower my head, and whisper to the director, "All done."

At this moment, all the buttons on my top are undone, revealing my entire breasts, while my legs are forced apart, and my skirt is pulled up to my abdomen, exposing my entire vulva. I think, what would my husband think if he knew I looked like this in front of another man? My husband's angry and sad face appears before my eyes.

Husband, forgive me. I silently murmur in my heart.

"Wow, so beautiful! Your nipples are still pink, Jiajia. I didn't expect you to be as alluring inside as you are outside! Hehe!"

The director's words interrupted my thoughts. He sat down in the chair in front of me and said, "Come on, sit on my lap. The rest is up to you." He glanced at his watch. "Start timing now!"

I quickly stood up and straddled his lap.

The director's legs were so hairy, it tickled me. I tried to resist and was about to reach out and grasp his penis when he lifted his leg. I cried out "Ah!" and lost my balance. My upper body naturally leaned forward, and my hands ended up around his neck.

"Heh, heh, a little forward is good," the director said with a lewd laugh, his hands around my waist.

My labia were now pressed against the base of his penis, warm and hot. A wave of pleasure washed over me again. Perhaps it was because my orgasm had just ended, and my labia were more sensitive due to engorgement.

I blushed and glared at him. But for a moment, I felt a strange reluctance to leave his place. "Oh well, maybe this will make him come out faster," I thought to myself, trying to console myself.

I released my hands, gently placing my left hand on the director's shoulder, and using my right hand to grasp his penis.

I began to masturbate the director's penis.

My hands were too small; I could only barely grasp most of it, which was now pulsating gently in my hand. I couldn't help but compare him to my husband in my mind. My husband's size was at least three sizes smaller; his penis was not only much thicker but also harder and hotter. Thinking of this, my lower body pressed even closer to the director's large penis, and the area where my labia and penis met became wet because of me.

I glanced at the director sheepishly; he was comfortably squinting, not even looking at me, probably enjoying himself immensely.

I breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he'd ejaculate in half an hour.

Soon, my right hand began to go numb, and I slowed down.

At home, when I have my period, I sometimes masturbate my husband, so I know that once the pace slows down, the man's pleasure decreases, and I usually continue with my mouth. But here, I really didn't want to do that, and the director's penis was simply too huge; my mouth couldn't possibly accommodate it. What should I do?

"I've got it!" I gently thrust my hips, pressing my labia against his penis and beginning to slide them up and down, while my hand gently caressed the head of his penis.

It worked wonders; the director, in ecstasy, closed his eyes again. I suddenly thought I could try this on my husband later, but then I remembered his penis wasn't that big, so this trick wouldn't work, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

As if encouraged, my movements gradually became more vigorous, but this resulted in more intense pleasure in my own genitals. After a few strokes, the fluid from my vagina completely soaked the director's large penis. I simply used my hand to spread the fluid evenly on his penis; with the lubrication, my hand and genitals moved more effortlessly.

At this point, sweat beaded on my nose and temples, my face flushed, but the director's penis showed no sign of ejaculation; instead,

it grew even thicker. Oh no, what should I do?

Just then, the director opened his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. One of his hands left my slender waist but grasped my breast. His other hand gently pulled my upper body closer to his, and his lips kissed my earlobe.

My labia were pressed against his penis.

"Mmm… what are you doing…" I felt as if I'd been electrocuted, and my vaginal fluids flowed out like a burst dam.

The director flicked my nipple with his fingers while lightly licking my earlobe, his other hand circling my back. He whispered, "I'm helping you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and the wettest woman I've ever seen, you know that?"

Although I loathed him, his sweet words made my heart pound. Women are the most emotional creatures, and his simple words were devastating to my defenseless state.

With my most sensitive areas attacked simultaneously, I couldn't utter a sound.

"Ah...you...let go...I...I...want to...make you...cum...ooh..."

I shut my mouth because the director's mouth suddenly sealed mine.

I kept my mouth shut, not letting his tongue in.

But then, my nipple suddenly stung; he had pinched me hard. "Ooh," I couldn't help but open my mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

His tongue wrapped around mine, and I passively kissed him. But soon, I was immersed in his passionate kiss. He would suck on the tip of my tongue from time to time, gently lick my gums, and lightly circle under the base of my tongue. This was the first time in my life that I had been so completely absorbed in a passionate kiss.

I also wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, and my lower body unconsciously rubbed lightly against his penis, having long forgotten what I was supposed to be doing.

After a long, long time, his mouth left my lips, and I still lingered, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced.

The director grinned lewdly at me again, pointing to my buttocks and saying, "Look..."

I looked down and saw that not only my face but also my neck were red. It turned out that my love juice had not only soaked the director's thighs, but also left a large wet stain on the pure wool cushion under his buttocks.

"Jiajia, how many times a week does your husband usually make love to you?"

I blushed and said, "About two or three times a week."

"What? He ignores someone as beautiful as you and only makes love two or three times a week? What a pity! If it were me, I would definitely make love to you two or three times a day, hehe!"

"No... it's just that he's very busy, so we..." I defended my husband shyly.

At this moment, the director raised his hand, looked at his watch and said, "There are still five minutes left. It seems I can have a good time with you!"

I said anxiously, "No, Director Deng, there are still five minutes left. I can definitely make you ejaculate!"

"You just tried it. How could you possibly make me come in five minutes!"

Tears started to well up in my eyes again. What should I do? I really don't want to lose my virginity to this lecherous man. Although he had just given me pleasure several times stronger than my husband, and although he had touched and seen every part of my private parts, reason told me that my husband was the one I loved most, and that area should belong solely to him.

"However, I have a good way to solve this problem that satisfies both sides."

"What is it? Tell me quickly!" I grabbed the doctor's hand and asked anxiously.

"Well, it's like this, you know, a man's most sensitive spot is here." The doctor placed my hand on his huge glans.

"Yes, that's right..." I nodded, I seemed to have heard my husband mention this.

"I can give you five more minutes. Later, I'll only insert the glans into your vagina, and you can use your hands to move the exposed part. If you move it a little more, I'll definitely ejaculate quickly."

What? How can this be? Isn't this the same as penetration?

"Jiajia, have you thought it through? If you don't agree, then we'll just have to wait until the time comes. Then I can insert it all the way in, and that will definitely feel great. Besides, I'll only put the head in; you just need to move it gently, so it won't go in too deep. What difference is there between that and not putting it in at all?"

My face started to turn pale again. My heart was in turmoil. Finally, I decided to choose to insert the head. This was better than full penetration. Besides, hadn't the director's tongue been moving inside my vagina for a long time? It even gave me an orgasm.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but... I'm so scared... it's too big, I'm afraid..."

The director laughed loudly, "Hahaha, don't be afraid. You'll be too happy to wait. Think about it, how big can a woman's vagina expand when she gives birth? A woman's vagina has a very strong contraction force, what are you afraid of? Come on."

But I was still incredibly nervous. I didn't even think about what would happen if the director didn't keep his promise after putting the head in.

At this moment, the director had already stood up with me in his arms. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and tightly clamped my legs around his waist. He lifted my buttocks and placed me on the table, saying, "The previous position wasn't convenient. In a bit, I'll stand still, and you use one hand to hold my neck and the other to touch this part of my body until I come, understand? You only have twenty minutes, okay?"

I nodded, both nervous and shy. The thought of being penetrated by the second man in my life, even if it was just his glans, but it was so huge, actually gave me a slight sense of excitement.

But then I thought of my husband, and my heart was filled with a heavy sense of guilt. However, unexpectedly, this guilt stimulated me, making my already wet genitals even more filthy.

"I think it's better to take off my shoes and skirt," the director muttered to himself.

A moment later, my shoes were taken off and thrown aside, revealing my two slender, snow-white feet. He held my feet in his hands, chuckling as he said, "Will you take off your skirt yourself, or should I..."

I suppressed the tingling sensation in my feet and whispered, "Maybe I shouldn't take off my skirt..."

"Haha, okay, fine, I won't take it off then, but you have to lift it up so it won't be inconvenient later. Come on."

I had no choice but to lower my head and lift the skirt up to my waist, exposing my entire vulva.

The director moved closer to me, his hands around my waist. It's

finally coming, I thought sadly. I resignedly closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I felt something hot and huge touch my labia. It must be the director's glans; it didn't rush in, but slid back and forth on my labia.

Ah, it felt so good.

My heart was pounding. Tension, unease, humiliation, guilt, shame, and pain surged through me all at once. Meanwhile, contrary to my will, my vagina was producing even more lubrication, enough to fully lubricate the penis about to enter me.

"I'm coming in..."

"Mmm..."

I felt the director's penis stop sliding, pressing against my vaginal opening, slowly sliding in.

"Ah...don't move...ah...it...it's too big...Director Deng...please...you...it's..."

The tip of my vagina felt like it was about to burst, and the inside was hot and hard. I don't know how to describe this feeling; it was a suffocating, even terrifying, pleasure that felt like being in both heaven and hell. I couldn't bear it any longer and wanted the director to stop. It was awful.

The director stopped, and I gasped for breath. He suddenly pulled his penis out. Just as I felt the emptiness, he thrust in again. This time he didn't stop, he withdrew again, then thrust in again, each time deeper than the last.

"Ah...stop...ah...I...can't...stop..."

Waves of pleasure assaulted me, my legs involuntarily spreading wider, unconsciously enduring the sensation.

Finally, just when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, the director stopped. I gasped weakly, but suddenly realized it wasn't as painful as I'd imagined, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, I felt my lower body was incredibly tight, shamelessly gripping his penis, which was throbbing inside me. And...and the director's penis seemed to be about a third of the way into my vagina. Was he going to break his promise and go all the way in?

I hurriedly and frantically looked down. "Phew," thankfully, only the glans of his thick penis was inside. His penis was just too big; even the glans took up so much space in my vagina. If it were all the way in...I'd be sure it would pierce me.

But… I gave a bitter smile and thought, what difference is there between this and letting him penetrate me completely? I only regret not thinking of this earlier; now it's too late. What should I do? I'm such a foolish, lewd woman. How can I face my husband?

The director saw my expression clearly, and he lewdly said, “Beautiful lady, now it's your turn to serve me with your hand.”

That damned devil! At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to break his penis and feed it to the dogs. My chastity was ruined by him. But what could I do? I had no choice but to go along with it. At least I didn't let him penetrate me completely; that was enough for my husband, wasn't it?

The pleasure in my lower body was still vividly surging within me. I helplessly glared at the director, withdrew my right hand from his neck, grasped his exposed penis, and began to stroke it.

This time, I had to make him ejaculate; I wouldn't have another chance.

Oh, right, he said earlier that I needed to move my lower body gently, and with the help of my hand, he could ejaculate.

No, I can't do that. Making this kind of movement with a man other than my husband is basically no different from having sex. But if I don't do it, it will be even more... Sigh, whatever, I have to do it.

But when I tried to move my lower body, I found that because my legs were wide open and my buttocks were sitting on the table, there was nothing to hold onto. On the contrary, because of my movements, the penis inside me went even deeper.

The director saw my embarrassment and said with ill intent, "Jiajia, why aren't you moving?" After saying that, he pulled his penis out and then, with a "squelch," inserted it again.

"Ah... Director Deng... you're so naughty..." The wet sound from my lower body when he inserted it made me blush with embarrassment. I said shyly, "You... you should move it yourself."

"Hehe, okay, since my darling has said so, I'll respectfully comply, but don't regret it!"

After saying that, my penis started to move slowly and impatiently. He probably couldn't hold back either.

At this moment, my lower body was both swollen and itchy. The intense stimulation caused my vaginal fluid to gush out uncontrollably like a spring. This was really annoying; how could I be so wet down there? It was so embarrassing.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..." The continuous sound of water reached my ears.

"Hmm... um..." I carefully savored every bit of pleasure coming from below, and my mouth began to moan uncontrollably. Fortunately, the director was trustworthy, and his penis did not advance any further.

Gradually, I lowered my guard, and my hands simply wrapped tightly around the director's neck, completely immersing myself in this pleasurable and indulgent game.

"Ah..."

"Jiajia, is it comfortable?" "

Mmm..."

"Will you let me do this to you again in the future?"

"Mmm..."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

"Ah... yours... is so... big... so... comfortable..."

"I feel so good too. Your lower body is so tight and hot, and it even moves on its own. Oh... you are a natural beauty. Today I finally got to fuck you... lift your legs up." I obediently lifted my legs and lay on the table.

The director put my legs on his shoulders.

At that moment, I was completely unaware of the impending danger.

In a daze, I felt him pull his penis back to the entrance of my vagina, and he pressed his upper body against me, forcing my legs to my sides into a "V" shape.

"Hmm...why aren't you moving...did you...come out...?"

"No, not yet."

I heard a "squelch" sound from below, and the director's large penis thrust in again, pressing against my clitoris. I trembled with pleasure, my hazy eyes seeing my toes curling up one by one.

A groan, almost like crying, escaped my lips.

"Ugh...so good...ah...no...Director Deng...you...why did you put it all in..."

The immense psychological contrast caused my vagina to contract sharply, tightly gripping the director's thick, hard penis, even my clitoris sucking on the head of his large glans.

"Ugh..." In an instant, I felt as if I were floating.

At the same time, my vagina began to spasm, and waves of hot fluid gushed out uncontrollably, splashing onto the director's glans and penis, instantly forcing open my vaginal walls and flowing onto the table.

Finally, I vaguely heard the director say, "Time's up, my beauty."

After a long while, my senses gradually returned. Looking at the director, the grief and grievances in my heart couldn't be expressed, and I couldn't help but cry.

After all this hard work, I still lost my virginity to this big pervert. Husband, how can I face you?

"Don't cry, little beauty, what if your eyes are swollen from crying? People will see them later," the director comforted me smugly.

Yes, how can I face people with swollen eyes? I looked at the director with red eyes and said hatefully, "You big pervert, I will never let you get away with this..."

Ironically, as I said these words with dignity, a huge penis was still inserted into my lower body.

The director scoffed, "Hey, why didn't you say that when you were enjoying yourself? Look at you, you even squirted down there, almost made me ejaculate."

My face flushed. I remembered what had squirted out during my orgasm—was it urine or vaginal fluid? I couldn't tell. It was the first time this had ever happened to me.

I stammered, "Now you should be satisfied, let me go."

"No, I'm still uncomfortable down there. Let me ejaculate and I'll let you go right away."

Sure enough, I could feel his penis throbbing restlessly inside me, growing thicker and thicker. My senses were incredibly sensitive after the orgasm; I could even clearly feel the hard ridges of his glans and every vein on his penis. These sensations were captured by my engorged vaginal walls and transmitted to my brain.

My firm resolve began to waver again. I'd already lost my virginity to this lecherous man, so what did a little longer matter? Thinking of that ecstatic feeling, my lower body started to stir again. Little did I know that at this moment, I had truly betrayed my husband.

I dared not look the director in the eye, and with my head down, I whispered in a voice only I could hear, "Alright... hurry up, don't let anyone else know about us."

The director said happily, "No problem, my beautiful little darling."

In an instant, the sound of water from my lower body came again, and his huge, thick, hard penis began to thrust rapidly inside me.

I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound, but after only a few thrusts from the director, I couldn't help but cry out, no, I should say I cried out, because the pleasure was so intense that if I didn't, I might suffocate.

"Ugh... fucking... me... to death..."

After a while, the director pressed my calves against my face, making my buttocks rise, so that his penis could penetrate even deeper. Each time, he would pull his penis to the entrance of my vagina and then thrust it in heavily again. At this moment, I could feel his scrotum slapping against my buttocks, while the glans pushed into my uterus.

"Ugh...have...me...please...ugh...ugh..."

"Ugh...Mr. Liu...I...really...can't...take...it...anymore...ugh..."

"Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch..."

"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."

The entire office was filled with my moans, the sound of water, and the slapping of my buttocks against the director's thighs.

"Ugh...Mom...Mom...ah..."

I really couldn't take it anymore, I even called out for my mother, the director was just too amazing. At this moment, I had no concept of time, I didn't know how much time had passed, I didn't know how many orgasms I had reached, or how much fluid I had released.

"Little slut, call me brother!"

"Ugh...brother...brother..."

"Call me good husband!"

"No...ugh...no...ah...I...am going to...die..."

The director moved even more vigorously, each thrust penetrating deep into my flower.

"Scream, you little slut, how dare you disobey! I'll fuck you to death!"

"Ugh...please...stop...I...I...scream...stop...ah...ugh..."

"Good...husband..."

"Hahaha, that's a good girl, scream a few more times for me to hear."

"Good...good...husband...good...husband...please...ugh..."

I was so pitiful that I couldn't even speak clearly, but the director didn't let me go. Instead, he thrust even more excitedly. This was truly an experience that made me feel both incredibly happy and extremely painful.

"You little slut, you little whore, you always pretend to be so proper, haha, why aren't you pretending now? How can you be so lewd?"

"You...I...didn't...ugh...ugh..."

The director's words made me feel both ashamed and indignant, yet even more excited.

The director suddenly started breathing heavily, saying, "You filthy bitch... squeeze your legs together, I... I'm going to cum!"

My mind suddenly cleared, and I twisted my body, trying to pull his penis out. Today was my fertile period, and I pleaded urgently, "No... don't cum inside me..."

The director's penis suddenly swelled even more, and he held me down tightly, thrusting even harder.

"Ugh... ugh... ah..." I moaned.

The swollen penis inside my vagina began to throb powerfully and rhythmically, and I felt waves of hot liquid spraying deep into my core.

I couldn't care less anymore; I tilted my head back, my mouth half-open, my body involuntarily curving into a beautiful arc, and my vagina responded by gushing out waves of hot fluid.

I was such a pathetic woman.

After a long, long time, the director pulled out his penis, which was starting to soften.

I silently sat up, put on my bra, and pulled my panties over my legs.

The director waited until I had buttoned up all the buttons on my shirt, then, shirtless, he fawned over me, offering to take my shoes, saying, "Jiajia..."

I ignored him, looking at his slightly protruding belly and his penis, now resembling a limp snake, and felt waves of nausea.

Standing on the ground, I tried to smooth out the wrinkles on my skirt, but the back of it was soaked.

Thinking back to my absurd actions, my face flushed again.

I thought for a moment, then looked down at the director and said, "Director Deng, I'll pretend today's incident never happened, but if you dare to do it again... I really will call the police."

With that, I walked out of the director's office without looking back. However, I didn't see the smile slowly spreading across the director's lips; otherwise, I would have regretted my foolish decision.

Standing outside the door was Haiyan, smiling at me.

Oh no! The noise the director and I made was so loud; she must have heard everything. What should I do? My heart was in turmoil.

"Jiajia, you truly deserve to be called the company's number one beauty. Even your moans are so beautiful." Haiyan's beautiful face flushed slightly, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I..." I hesitated, unable to speak.

"Hehe, don't worry, we're all women, I won't say anything. Besides, what woman wouldn't be tempted by the director?"

My face turned red. This was making things worse; Haiyan had actually seen it... Sigh, never mind, I'd better leave.

Luckily, there was a restroom nearby, and no one saw me in this disheveled state.

Suddenly, a warm flow seeped through my underwear, running down my thighs. I quickly covered my genitals with my hands and ran into the restroom.

I lifted my skirt and pulled my underwear down to my knees, sitting quietly on the toilet.

The director's semen dripped uncontrollably down.

Only then did I cover my mouth with my hands and burst into tears.

[The End]

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