Working naked across the street

My desk isn't small, and S sat opposite me, working on her laptop. She was still completely naked, wearing only stockings. After our earlier encounter, I was only wearing a t-shirt on top and nothing on my bottom. So S stretched her long legs out from under the desk, placing them on the edge of my chair, occasionally teasing my penis. Having just ejaculated, I wasn't too bothered and continued reading the report she gave me.

For me, this kind of teasing was commonplace.

I often have S give me oral sex while I'm working. Because my attention is diverted, it often takes me a long time to ejaculate. Once, I was so engrossed that she licked me for ages, and I actually slowly went soft. So S often says that I'm not really enjoying her services and don't appreciate what I have.

Actually, I really didn't mean to. S's oral skills are quite good. If I really focused on S, I probably wouldn't last more than five minutes before I ejaculated all over her face.

I spent about half an hour skimming through S's report. Since she hadn't been able to concentrate on research for a long time, and had been quite busy with final exams recently, many of her experiments weren't fully completed, which I marked on the report.

Then I called S over to explain. S pulled her black-stockinged legs back from between my legs; by then I was already aroused, and her toes were smeared with my pre-ejaculate. S walked around the table and stood next to me. I touched S's lower back, then moved down, stroking her buttocks as I told her I knew she had been very busy recently, but she understood the current situation and knew she had to work overtime to finish her thesis and catch up on what she had missed. As I finished speaking, my hand slid down her buttocks, and my middle finger lightly inserted into her still-wet vaginal opening, asking her, "Do you understand?" S moaned in response, steadied herself on my shoulders, and said seductively,

"I know." I added, "During the summer vacation, we'll be working overtime here often at night. You're okay with that, right?" S gave me a coquettish look and said, "Dad, you just want to play with me here, aren't you? I don't care. This summer vacation is in your hands anyway, so it's up to you how you want to play with me." I gestured for her to sit, and S easily sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked at me, and then leaned in for a French kiss. As I sucked on her tongue, I stroked her stockings up and down her thigh with my left hand.

S pulled her left hand away and started stroking my penis. I pulled my mouth away and told her we should go over the report first. So S held the report for me with her right hand and continued playing with my penis with her left. I put my arm around S's waist and, while playing with her breasts, explained to her the parts that needed to be revised and supplemented.

Since we were having a work-related exchange, neither of us was too rough. S's stroking was slow and gentle, and I just held her breasts and occasionally pinched her nipples.

In less than 10 minutes, I finished explaining what I needed to say. I asked S if she understood, and while she continued playing with my penis, she smiled mischievously at me and said, "Daddy, you're so handsome, my heart is pounding so hard! I don't understand what you're saying, I've been too busy looking at you. You can touch it if you don't believe me..." As she spoke, she straightened her back and puffed out her chest. "Oh, I see... I think what you said makes a lot of sense," I said seriously. "Shall I explain it to you again?" "Okay," S said happily.

I pinched S's waist, and S, being ticklish, jumped off me with a laugh. I stood up, pushed the chair away, and pulled S to stand in front of the table, saying to her, "I'm afraid you won't remember, so I'll explain it, and you type it out."

S immediately wanted to slack off and quickly said, "No need, Daddy, you explain, I'll listen carefully, and I'll remember it in one go. My memory is excellent." I shook my head and said, "A bad pen is better than a good memory. You should do as I say." Then I pointed to the table, "Put this on first, and if you can't keep up with my typing speed, I'll spank you." S looked in the direction I was pointing and saw the vibrator covered in her vaginal fluid... I held the document and repeated what I had just said, sentence by sentence, while S bent over the table typing. I didn't allow S to type with her back hunched, so she stood a bit far from the table, her waist and abdomen basically horizontal, her shoulders and back arched, supporting the weight of her upper body with her elbows on the table, and her legs together. This posture, viewed from the side, accentuated S's curves seductively, but it was relatively strenuous for her.

I wasn't speaking fast, but S's typing speed still couldn't keep up. On one hand, she needed to maintain the seductive posture; on the other hand, the vibrating egg inside her vagina was causing her considerable discomfort.

To keep the game going, I didn't set the vibrating egg to a high setting, just a medium speed—not enough to give S an orgasm, but not enough to make her easily accustomed to it either. Every time I finished a sentence and S hadn't finished typing within a few seconds, my hand, which had been stroking her lower back, would loudly slap her buttocks, and S would have to type an extra line on the screen: "The vibrating egg Daddy put in my good daughter's vagina is making me want Daddy to ejaculate inside me again. Daddy, for the ?th time, has spanked my good daughter's butt."

This line had to be typed manually, not pasted. I'd wait until she finished typing before continuing. When I was about two-thirds of the way through, I decided to increase the difficulty a little, so I slightly increased the intensity. S was already somewhat used to it, but when the intensity increased, her legs, which had been straight and together, bent slightly. One heel lifted off the ground and rested on the ankle of the other, and her thigh muscles tensed even more. It was clear she was trying to resist the slightly increased pleasure by clenching her legs.

But I wouldn't let her off so easily. My left hand slid down her buttocks, my middle finger touching the entrance to her vulva with some of her vaginal fluid, and gently pressed it to her anus. S's anus immediately contracted, her breathing quickened, her hands stopped typing, her lips tightened, her head lowered, and her legs trembled slightly. After a while, she raised her head again and took several deep breaths.

It seemed she had successfully held back and hadn't orgasmed.

This was one of the things I particularly liked about her (I won't go into detail about her figure, that's the most important thing).

S's cooperation with me wasn't just about obeying my commands; she knew exactly how to please both of us. Whenever I teased her like this, she would consciously reciprocate my ministrations while simultaneously resisting the approaching climax. The end result, of course, was that she would completely succumb to my relentless stimulation, orgasming before me without reservation, declaring her utter surrender and maximizing my sense of conquest. For her, this hesitant resistance allowed all her restraint to build up pleasure within her body, culminating in a cataclysmic release.

Perhaps because S had just experienced a powerful orgasm, she managed to hold back this time. I didn't intensify my attack but continued to gently and slowly circle her anus, helping her cultivate a wanton state until I finished. I slapped S's buttocks and helped her sit up. S's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was somewhat erratic. She was a little surprised that I hadn't pushed her to orgasm further. I asked S, "Have you remembered everything now?" She blushed and nodded, saying, "Yes, Daddy, I've remembered everything you said."

"Okay, let me check for any typos." I pulled up a chair, sat down, and gestured for S to give me oral sex. S obediently knelt down and began licking my slightly softened penis. I enjoyed myself while looking at the document on the computer. After a quick look, there were no problems, just two typos. I pulled S up and made her stand in front of the computer desk, facing the computer, in the same position she had been typing. I took the still-vibrating vibrator out of her vagina and then had S read aloud the document she had just typed.

S had barely read one sentence when she let out a sweet yet lewd moan as I forcefully penetrated her from behind. I told her she wasn't allowed to climax before she finished reading the document or before I ejaculated, or she would be punished. Only then did S understand why I had made her add so many sentences, like "The vibrating egg Daddy put in my good daughter's little hole makes me want Daddy to shoot inside me again. Daddy spanked my good daughter's butt for the ?th time," significantly increasing the document's length.

S, already gushing with vaginal fluid, finally couldn't withstand the onslaught of pleasure and climaxed halfway through reading. She didn't finish the rest, collapsing onto the table and letting me thrust into her. Thus, she was internally ejaculated into for the second time tonight.

Because of the busy schedule before the college break, we hadn't done it for several days, so tonight's first time was just a quick finish, to release my pent-up desire on her as soon as possible. This time, it would be a more leisurely and enjoyable experience.

So after ejaculating, I didn't immediately pull out my penis. Instead, I continued to thrust slowly (I don't know if others do this, maybe everyone's situation is different. For me, the glans is very sensitive right after ejaculating, and strong thrusting turns pleasure into pain. But if you can endure it a little, slow thrusting won't be a big problem, and you'll quickly adapt. Then, you can gradually speed up, and you might get hard a second time before it softens, but the hardness won't be very firm. If you continue to thrust slowly, it will gradually soften. At this point, if you overcome the tingling and itchy feeling in the glans and thrust with all your might, you might turn a false hardness into a real hardness, and then you can have a second time, hehehehe. The thing to note is that if you do this for several days in a row, you won't be able to use this trick anymore.

When I first started doing this with S, her body was so overwhelming that I often surrendered in minutes. It was with this technique that I was able to keep her from kicking me off the bed. Later, when we were being lewd together every day, I had trained her. I could make her feel like she was dying and coming back to life with all kinds of toys. I could ejaculate whenever I wanted, and wherever I wanted. She didn't care at all). Before it softened, I successfully got hard again.

With each thrust, the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid inside S's vagina dutifully served as lubricant, constantly being drawn out by my penis, forming a sticky, white fluid at the point of impact between my penis and her vagina.

S was initially a little reserved, being in an office, and didn't dare to cry out. But after I pushed her onto the table and brought her to orgasm once, she didn't care anymore, and her moans gradually began. Her right leg was on the ground, and her left calf would involuntarily lift back from time to time, accompanied by the opening and closing of her toes, as if this could release some of the waves of pleasure accumulating within her body, almost overflowing.

I simply lifted her left leg, letting her thigh and knee rest flat on the table, her calf dangling off the edge. I stroked her thigh while observing her toes constantly flexing and relaxing with pleasure. As her second orgasm approached, S's right foot rose up, and her left leg could no longer support her on the table, sliding down.

A moment later, the climax arrived as S let out a long, drawn-out moan—a sound that was like a sigh, a sob, a groan, but filled with joy and surrender—accompanied by the tension of her entire body. The

second climax on the table brought S significantly more pleasure than the first. She stood on tiptoe (she had changed from high heels to slippers after entering the room), her vagina almost leaving my penis, but I quickly and firmly grasped her waist. During her climax, I didn't stop thrusting; instead, I pounded into her even more violently. This climax was intense, prolonged, and had a very short refractory period. I finally ejaculated a second time after she had her third climax.

Actually, it's hard to say whether it was the third climax or just the intense afterglow of the second. It's also possible that she didn't have enough energy to muster the strength for a third climax and could only passively endure the onslaught of pleasure. S's reaction to the third climax wasn't as strong as the second. But when I finally pulled out my penis, I found her legs trembling uncontrollably, and a large gush of vaginal fluid mixed with semen dripped unimpeded from her vaginal opening, which was covered in white fluid, onto the floor... I helped S up from the table and helped her sit in a chair. Her whole body was limp, and the trembling in her legs hadn't completely stopped. This time it was my turn to clean her genitals. I scraped the white fluid from the outside with my fingers and fed it to S's mouth. She naturally ate it, then sucked on my fingers while looking at me with hazy eyes. Next, I had S spread her legs into an M shape, and I used my hands to pry open her vagina. While cleaning her with a wet wipe, I intentionally or unintentionally stroked her vulva and clitoris, eliciting another moan... Looking at her glistening, moist, and tender vulva, which seemed to be opening and closing, I almost couldn't resist licking it. But I knew this couldn't go on forever; S needed to rest. So I turned off the lights, drew back the curtains, and lay down on the three-seater sofa with her in my arms. It was cramped, but thankfully she was thin, and I wasn't fat either, so we could barely lie down.

I hugged S tightly, my legs and feet binding her like an octopus, while S placed her arms and legs straight, one hand in front of her, gently holding my now limp penis pressed against her inner thigh, and fell peacefully asleep. Her dress served as a blanket, covering both of us around the waist.

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