[The Final Climax] (Office Necrophilia)

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"Why?" the manager asked, puzzled, holding the resignation letter. Mason remained silent. People strive for higher positions,
water flows downhill. No need for further explanation.
A few days later, while organizing work materials, Mason remembered he still had some documents stored on the company computer,
some of which were the culmination of his hard work. No, he had to go back and retrieve them; they might come in handy later. But he knew that
a former employee trying to retrieve documents would be prevented. Hadn't the manager been watching
him the whole time he left to collect his belongings?
A week later, at 7 PM, Mason arrived at the office building where the company was located. Mason had deliberately chosen this
time, waiting for the manager to leave so he could have his chance. He saw the manager exchange a few words with someone before
leaving the office. Mason pushed open the heavy glass door and saw a young girl sitting with her back to him. Seeing
it was Lulu, he felt much relieved. "Let me introduce you, Lulu, 24 years old, nicknamed 'Big Boobs,'
the prettiest girl in the company." Every time he saw her high, firm breasts, he couldn't help but have wild fantasies. Remembering their good
relationship, Mason happily greeted her and explained his purpose.
Unexpectedly, Lulu looked suspicious after hearing Mason's words; she had clearly guessed his true
intentions. So what? It was just taking his things; surely she wouldn't be so ungrateful? Mason
didn't have time to argue with her and sat down to turn on his computer. To his surprise, Lulu followed him, standing beside him,
her eyes fixed on his computer. "What are you doing?" Mason asked, somewhat annoyed. "The manager instructed that company
information must be kept confidential. You can work; I won't bother you." Seeing her evasive manner, a surge of
anger rose within him, but he couldn't vent it. Mason casually typed on the keyboard, thinking that
he would have his chance when she became impatient.
Half an hour passed, and Lulu was still standing beside Mason, staring intently. Mason could no longer
suppress his anger and turned around to argue with her, but his face almost collided with her firm breasts. Lulu instinctively
stepped back, and at that moment, an idea surfaced in his mind. At this moment, whatever he did,
as long as he was careful, no one would know. Lulu was the only obstacle in his path. Thinking of this, Mason was no
longer angry; instead, he became happy and smiled, saying to her, "Lulu, I'm done. Thank you for your help.
I'll treat you to dinner sometime." She smiled but didn't say anything. Seeing Mason shut down the computer, she turned and walked away. Mason also left
the office, but he was carrying something in his hand, something that would soon come in handy. Mason didn't
leave the company but hid by the door, only pushing it open slightly to make her think he had left. After waiting a while, Mason
looked inside and saw Lulu engrossed in writing something. She usually loved taking days off; why was she staying at the company today
? She was probably heartbroken. Without hesitation, Mason tightened the telephone cord in his hand, composed himself, and
rushed forward.
Everything happened too fast; Lulu was clearly unprepared. By the time she reacted, the cord
was already around her long neck. As Mason pulled back forcefully, he pressed his arm down on her shoulders to prevent
her from standing up. To prevent her from kicking, Mason... He pushed her chair in and braced himself against her,
all these actions happening almost simultaneously. Then it was time to enjoy the whole thing. Lulu naturally resisted fiercely
, but since most of her mobility was suppressed, she appeared somewhat "reserved." It must be admitted that watching a beautiful
woman struggle in pain was extremely stimulating. Lulu's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid, her beautiful face flushed red from suffocation,
and painful groans escaped her throat. This further stimulated Mason's male hormones, making
him even more excited. Thinking that a prolonged stalemate wouldn't be good for Lulu's appearance, he tightened the thread around his hands,
clasped them behind his back, and began to strangle her. This trick worked; soon Lulu ran out of strength, coughed a few times,
exhaled some white foam, loosened her grip on the thread, straightened her body, and slumped down.
He let out a long breath, turned Lulu around, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the secretions from the corners of her mouth. To Mason
's delight, Lulu's face hadn't changed much, only lacked color, and there was a red ligature mark on her neck
. Task complete, he returned to his desk, reconnected the phone, and continued downloading the file. This time, no one disturbed him
, and he finished quickly.
Mason turned back, staring at Lulu's body, pondering what to do with it. Lulu lay quietly on the floor
, the buttons on her shirt likely torn off during the struggle, revealing a pink bra beneath the open neckline.
Her breasts were high and firm, adding to her allure and sexiness compared to when she was alive. Mason felt a surge of lust.
Since it was still early, why not kill two birds with one stone? He found a tablecloth, spread it on the conference room table
, and carried Lulu onto it. Mason chose this spot because it was spacious and relatively secluded. Suddenly, Mason
remembered the conference room had surveillance equipment. Why not record it for later review? He went to the monitoring station, turned on the video
camera and camcorder—hmm, perfect location.
Everything was ready, and Mason returned to the conference room. A moment of passion was truly priceless. Mason had never
enjoyed a beautiful woman so leisurely. Unbuttoning Lulu's top, her full breasts, perfectly complemented by her floral bra,
were stunning; judging by the size, she was probably a C-cup. Her platinum necklace had broken and slipped deep into her cleavage,
gleaming under the light. He eagerly unhooked her bra, and her alluring breasts sprang forth. Mason
sucked on the pink nipple nestled in the center of her erect breast, while simultaneously fondling Lulu's other breast.
After a full half-hour, Mason could no longer suppress his urges. He lifted Lulu's skirt, pulled her
panties down to her ankles, unbuckled his belt to bind her hands, and then spread her legs, placing them on his shoulders. He pulled out his penis,
found the right spot, and thrust it in. At the same time, Mason felt a sense of breakthrough, and a warm
current surged through his body. He pulled out and saw that his penis was covered in blood; it was still a virgin. He was overjoyed; he had
thought that such a voluptuous figure meant she couldn't be a virgin. What luck! He'd killed three birds with one stone. You see, needlework is the best...
The lubricant had worked. This time, Mason was in his element, his penis thrusting repeatedly into that narrow depths. Blood
flowed continuously, and Mason, of course, showed no mercy, indulging in the pleasure of Lulu's body. Lulu's voluptuous figure
perfectly suited Mason's slender frame, making the physical contact incredibly pleasurable. Lulu's firm breasts
swayed up and down with the rhythm of Mason's thrusts, her mid-heeled shoes making a clattering sound, like a beat.
Just as Mason was reaching the brink of ecstasy, he suddenly vaguely felt Lulu's snow-white breasts rising and falling. A moment later
, her eyes slightly opened. Lulu had woken up. Mason was shocked and stopped. He had thought she had
been strangled to death, but it turned out she had only fainted. She tried to lift her head, but had no strength, her eyes glazing blankly at
Mason. Soon, Mason regained his composure; the situation was still under control. Good, now it wasn't necrophilia,
it was rape. He pounced on her again, launching a new assault.
Women have little mobility during sex, especially in Lulu's current state. Mason,
thrusting in and out, asked, "How's it going? Enjoying it? Weren't you always so steadfast? Your virginity belongs to me now.
Let me tell you, this is your first and last time having sex with a man." Lulu had clearly regained
consciousness, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger as she looked at Mason, tears streaming down her face. It must be admitted, Lulu's angry expression
was always adorable. As she regained consciousness, Lulu clearly felt an uncontrollable pleasure, starting with soft moans, which grew
louder and louder, evolving into moans of pleasure. "Shut up, you slut!" Mason warned her. But it had no effect;
it was like a physiological reaction. In desperation, he gripped Lulu's neck. Lulu felt short of breath, her body began
to spasm involuntarily, and he felt her vagina begin to contract violently. Was this what was commonly referred to as the pleasure of death
?
"Anyway, I can't let you live, and it's getting late, so let's reach our final climax." Mason
pressed Lulu down beneath him, her legs still draped over his shoulders, thrusting in and out while simultaneously gripping her neck. Lulu's body
convulsed, his penis throbbing rapidly inside her. This pleasure almost drove Mason mad; with each
vigorous thrust, Lulu's body shook violently. At the same time, Mason freed one hand to vigorously knead
her breasts, quickly leaving five finger marks. Mason only used half his strength, ensuring
Lulu wouldn't make a sound, nor would he kill her too quickly, prolonging her final pleasure. He observed Lulu
's expression as he thrust; her expression was strange, neither showing pain nor pleasure. This time was relatively easy;
Lulu had virtually no resistance, and the deadly pleasure also restrained her movements. In the blink of an eye,
thousands of rounds had passed, and Mason felt his glans begin to burn, nearing his limit. He grinned maliciously, "I'm leaving now.
I've done you right. I took your virginity before I died, and with such high-quality sex, you can go with extreme pleasure
." Mason gripped Lulu's throat, using the momentum of his thrusting to twist her arms. Lulu gurgled
, a final glimmer of light flashing in her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes rolling back. The final, intense contraction in Lulu's vagina made
Mason unable to hold back any longer, thrusting his thick semen into her uterus. At the same time, Lulu
let out a long sigh, her head tilting to one side, her body limp as if deflated, her legs
sliding off Mason's shoulders.
Because the sex had lasted so long, Mason rested for a while before recovering his strength. It was ten o'clock. He
took a tissue from Lulu's bag and wiped the blood from his glans, then re-examined Lulu. Lulu's expression was calm;
it was clear she hadn't suffered when she died. Lulu's body lay limp, her breasts still erect, pink nipples reflecting the light.
Her face was slightly flushed. It's true what they say, a woman is most beautiful during sex. Mason stared at her for ten
minutes, now certain that Lulu was a beautiful corpse; her lifeless eyes alone showed there
was no hope of return. Mason straightened Lulu's suit, cleaned her genitals, and changed her
sanitary napkin. A girl, even in death, should be dignified. He then collected the tablecloth, her purse, and her jewelry
(mainly for disguise). And the videotape, of course, couldn't be forgotten. With the office tidied, and
seeing no one outside, he dragged the body to the storage room in the corridor, just the right size for Lulu to lie in. Mason
thought to himself, "I'm sorry, Lulu. This night of ecstasy with you will be unforgettable." Mason returned
to his office, checked that nothing was missing, locked the company door with Lulu's key, then went upstairs to an
office under renovation and left the tablecloth and other items inside. He then went down the fire escape and disappeared into the night
.
His actions were flawless; when Lulu's body was discovered the next morning, it would only be considered a simple
robbery, rape, and murder. After all, there were many construction workers in the building, and no one would even suspect the crime scene
was in an office. Mason's idea was confirmed during a casual conversation. Mike, Mason's friend,
worked as a forensic pathologist at the court. When Mason asked about recent developments, he suddenly became excited. A few days ago,
a young woman's body was brought in; he only remembered her name was Lulu. She had been raped to death, but it was unclear whether it was rape followed by murder or
vice versa. She was quite beautiful, with a voluptuous figure; she must have been a stunner in life. That murderer was really
something, ejaculating a lot. You know, many rapists don't even ejaculate due to nervousness. The
girl happened to be ovulating; it's better she's dead, otherwise she wouldn't be pregnant and would suffer. Has the killer been caught? Mason
interrupted him. Where to catch him? The clues left are ordinary, impossible to trace. She was probably
murdered at a renovation site in the building. The migrant worker and her boyfriend were both called in for investigation, but the DNA didn't match.
At this point, he leaned closer to Mason with a mysterious look and said, "I usually only get the old, weak
, or disabled. It's rare to find a young and beautiful one; it's a shame to burn her like this." After work that night, Mike sneaked back and
slept with her a few times; it was really exciting. Mason laughed, "You're still such a pervert, let's not talk about it. Like you said,
life may be boring, but you can still find your own fun occasionally. Come on, cheers for tomorrow!"

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