My Alluring CEO-Chapter 43 office [r18]

Bathroom Confessions and Office Intrigue

Confirming that there was no one in the adjacent stalls, Emily slowly placed her fingers on her genitals.

She spread her thighs as far apart as possible, her slender fingers caressing her clit.

While one hand twisted her nipples, her pink labia had already parted, and as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy, a wave of sticky fluid flowed out.

"So comfortable." Arching her tender, plump buttocks, she moistened her fingers in her mouth and inserted them deeply into her small vagina.

As her slender fingers moved in and out, a large amount of fluid flowed out, and her small anus also opened and closed.

The other hand vigorously kneaded her large breasts, and she breathed heavily.

Emily’s face blushed with shyness. Her charming eyes were half-opened, and her smooth tongue constantly licked her lips. Her hair was disheveled on her shoulders, and she was sweating all over due to excitement.

At some point, Emily imagined Jack standing in front of her, then silently approaching her, using his large tongue to lick her two large breasts.

At the same time, Jack held Emily’s waist with one hand and supported her raised buttocks with the other, moving slowly, allowing her entrance to grind against his 12-inch cock. This teasing made Emily’s core hot and swollen, her entrance rhythmically undulating, making her moan comfortably.

But after a while of grinding, her vagina began to feel empty, as did her lower abdomen. She really wanted something thick and long to fill her.

Soon, in her fantasy, Jack fulfilled Emily’s wish, gripping her fleshy buttocks on both sides and thrusting forcefully to the hilt.

With her long legs arched, two fingers twisted her clit which had enlarged due to excitement.

"No, Jack, don’t." Emily couldn’t help but let out a seductive moan, her fingers stirring quickly in her vagina.

The intense pleasure quickly brought her to the peak of excitement. Her vagina contracted violently, her two round thighs instantly straightened, and her hole sprayed out a hot stream of love juice, wetting Emily’s fingers, panties, and jeans everywhere, as if she had been ejaculated on by Jack’s big cock.

Emily, this lonely and glamorous woman, finally reached her first climax in her life in the sexual fantasy with Jack.

After squirting out the love juice, Emily’s whole body went limp, her calves trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to stand, her head spinning.

And between the dense pubic hair at the base of her thighs, the two pink labia were still opening and closing, spitting out residual juices.

If the male colleagues in the office saw this scene, they would be wide-eyed in shock. They never imagined that Emily, who was usually proud and aloof, would have such a lascivious side. After a quick break, Emily headed back to the office.

She had barely sat down when Vice President White Armstrong called her into his office.

Feeling a bit anxious, Emily walked in, "Mr. Armstrong, what can I do for you?"

"Take a seat," White, a seasoned company veteran in his late 50s, said. "I’ve gone through your latest work report. What’s the deal with the contract with Mr. Tate? Why isn’t it finalized yet?"

"Well..." Emily hesitated, not sure how to respond.

After all, the reason she didn’t finalize the contract—that she didn’t give Andrew Tate a blowjob—was something she found incredibly difficult to articulate.

Seeing Emily’s hesitation, White had a hunch and tried to reassure her, "I get it. Don’t stress too much. There’s a lot of competition in the company, so you need to be aware of certain things."

"Yes, Mr. Armstrong, I understand." Emily quickly stood up.

"It’s not your fault. I’ll talk to Andrew Tate myself. We’ve been friends for years."

"Thank you so much!" Emily bowed deeply, but as she straightened up, the first button on her shirt popped off.

Her tight shirt pulled back, revealing her ample chest in a black bra, leaving White momentarily stunned. Emily quickly covered her chest with her hands, embarrassed, and said, "I’m sorry, it was an accident. Please don’t misunderstand."

"It’s fine, go change your clothes. I didn’t misunderstand, don’t worry."

"Yes, thank you," Emily said, covering her shirt as she left.

Not long after Emily left, there was another knock on the office door. Without looking up, White said, "Come in."

"Mr. Armstrong, hello."

Hearing the sweet voice, White looked up to see Mary walking in.

Today, she was wearing a white cotton short-sleeved T-shirt with stone-washed blue jeans, highlighting her perky breasts and full hips.

The T-shirt just met the waistband of her jeans, and as she moved, her slender waist and belly button peeked out, exuding a seductive charm!

"Mary, what can I do for you?" White said, feeling a bit aroused.

"Mr. Armstrong..." Mary began explaining her situation.

It turned out that a project she was in charge of had hit some snags and she was likely to face penalties, so she came to plead for leniency.

Mary continued, "If you can help, I’m willing to do anything for you."

As she said this, Mary looked at him with a burning gaze, appearing particularly alluring. White understood the implication of her "anything."

After some thought, he finally gave in, "I can help with this, but it depends."

Mary took the initiative to unhook her bra, and her breasts, freed from their constraints, bounced in front of White.

White’s left hand slid down Mary’s smooth belly, unhooked her jeans, and ventured towards her private parts from above her thong.

Mary couldn’t help but spread her legs, softly moaning.

Mary was getting more and more turned on by White’s touch, her arousal soaking through her lace panties.

Her soft hand found its way to White’s crotch, stroking his hard cock.

Unable to resist the pleasure, Mary quickly pulled down her pants to just above her knees, turned around, and knelt on the sofa, presenting herself to White.

White was just about to enter her when a knock on the door interrupted them.

"Who is it?" White asked, clearly annoyed.

"Sir, it’s Dwight Walsh. I have some documents for you."

Mary quickly tucked White’s cock back into his pants and pulled up her own, then hid under the desk.

White composed himself, opened the door for Dwight, and sat behind his desk, engaging in conversation.

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