Office slut Yanzi

Yanzi was a sales employee at the company, and Xiaolang was the head of the training department. They gradually became involved. After our first time at her house, our bodies, long suppressed by loneliness, became uncontrollable. We made love whenever we had the chance. We made love like crazy! My desires were already quite strong, and she was a horny woman too. We wanted it almost every day. If it weren't for our family ties, we probably wouldn't have stopped our "battle" even during our periods. I really wanted to be naked in bed all day, without thinking about anything else. Some of you might laugh at me for being so pathetic. But you can hardly understand the deep affection a man feels for his ideal woman, especially when that seemingly noble and pure woman is actually a submissive slut who obeys you completely, fulfilling all your wildest desires, including perverse and extreme tastes. At first, we were just after physical pleasure; when the desire arose, we wanted to make love immediately. We didn't have much time to go to a hotel, so we had to sneak around at the company. Gradually, I actually started to like this feeling; it was so exciting and thrilling. This dual stimulation of body and mind made us both intoxicated. From sneaking around in the office, it gradually progressed to any corner of the company. Finally, it escalated to outdoor sex in a car. Step by step, we embarked on a path of no return, consumed by lust.

One day, after lunch and a few drinks, I was browsing the hxs8 website on my laptop in the office, thoroughly enjoying myself. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, startling me so much that I quickly closed the laptop and straightened my clothes. I said, "Come in." It was Yanzi who entered. She was carrying a plate with a few slices of watermelon. She said her sales department had bought some watermelon and was giving me some to cool me down. She placed the plate on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, calling me over to eat. As I stood up and walked over, I realized my little brother, which had just been erect, was still pitching a tent. She chuckled. Looking at me with lustful eyes, she said, "What's wrong! You get like this every time you see me? You can't stand not having sex with me for a day, can you?" Then she started laughing to herself. I sat down next to her, picked up a slice of watermelon, and started eating. While eating, I used my other hand to touch her thigh, which was clad in black stockings and high heels. Her legs were exceptionally long and shapely. She didn't pull away, letting me touch them up and down. Her lustful eyes gazed at me with affection. My eyes, too, greedily roamed over her body. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, and she wore light makeup. Underneath her black business suit, she wore a white strapless top, black stockings, and ultra-high heels. Before I even finished a slice of watermelon, I was rock hard. I said to her, "Did you put some aphrodisiac in the watermelon? The more I eat, the hotter I feel! I'm so hot all over! Come help me cool down!" She rolled her eyes at me and said, "We're at the company; if someone sees us, we're in trouble." I was blinded by lust and didn't care about any of that. I'd also had a few drinks and was a bit stubborn, determined to have it all. I pulled her behind my desk and had her lean over it so it would look like she was looking at the computer, providing some cover. I opened my laptop. The webpage I'd been browsing was still there; I found a movie I liked and started playing. I tried to lift her skirt, but it was too form-fitting and hugged her buttocks perfectly; I couldn't manage it after several attempts. In the end, she managed to lift it herself. Afraid that I wouldn't have time to put her panties back on if someone came, I simply ripped open the crotch of her pantyhose. She loves wearing thongs, and that day she happened to be wearing a red lace pair. The black and red combination was incredibly sexy. I pulled the panties down to one side of her buttocks. By this time, she was already overflowing with lust; she said she didn't dare, but she probably wanted it just as much. I pulled my already hard penis out from the front and inserted it from behind. My hands would sometimes caress her breasts, sometimes her buttocks, and sometimes her clitoris. I brought her to the brink of ecstasy, wanting to scream but afraid of being heard, so she moaned softly and suppressed her pleasure. The desk faced the door. The opposite wall and door were made of frosted glass, the bottom of which was transparent enough to see a person's feet and calves walking by. Some sections of the handle were also transparent. When I leaned down, I could see people outside. We were both incredibly excited because we weren't naked, and it felt like rape. She was too afraid to scream, which made it seem even more real. We watched people walking down the corridor outside. I even wanted to be discovered, fantasizing that my colleagues were watching us. Thinking about this made me even more energetic. She moved her hips to match mine. I won't go into details about the process. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. When I pulled out, I noticed that her juices had soaked down to her legs, her stockings were wet, and the front of my pants was also soaked. I knew she had enjoyed it. A wicked thought suddenly popped into my head. I used my fingers to pull her thong back between her round buttocks, blocking her vaginal opening. I said, "No washing, go to work with my semen on." I licked my penis clean with my mouth. She straightened her skirt, squatted down, and licked all the semen off my penis. Then she put it back in my pants and zipped it up. Seeing it was almost time for work, she took the tray back to the sales department. About an hour later, she emailed me saying the semen had liquefied and flowed like water onto her seat, wetting the chair and her skirt, and kept complaining about me. I replied, "After chanting the sutra, you beat the monk; after feeling good, you curse your lover."

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