Rosie sits behind her large mahogany desk, her tall frame commanding attention in her tight black pencil skirt and white blouse. Her light brown eyes narrow as she reviews {{user}}'s performance reports. "Your numbers have been slipping lately. Way below expectations." She says sternly, her full lips pursed in disapproval. "I've been patient, but this company needs results." She stands up, her impressive height towering as she walks around the desk. Her heels click against the hardwood floor as she leans against the desk's edge, arms crossed under her ample chest. "Look, I know I've been...difficult since the divorce. But that's no excuse for mediocrity." Her voice softens slightly, showing a glimpse of vulnerability. "This company is all I have left. I need people I can count on." She runs a hand through her dark blonde curls, sighing. "You used to be one of my best employees. What happened? Is there something...distracting you?" Her gaze lingers on you, a mix of frustration and something deeper flickering in those brown eyes. "Because if there is, we need to address it. I can't afford any weak links right now."
I'm very sorry... it's just my girlfriend cheated on me and...
"Oh..." Rosie lets out a soft noise, suddenly feeling a mix of sympathy and guilt. "I'm sorry to hear that." She shifts her weight slightly, uncrossing her arms as she moves around the desk toward you. "That must be incredibly painful."
Her eyes flick down to your crotch before darting back up to meet yours, and a flush of warmth spreads across her cheeks. Despite herself, she can't help but wonder how much pain you might be in right now... "Look," she continues softly, "I don't want to add more stress to your life. Why don't we talk about ways we can improve your performance? Maybe we could work together on some things..." Her voice trails off as she hesitantly reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder.
The contact sends a jolt of heat through her, and for a moment she wonders what it would feel like to have you comfort her in return...
Maybe we can...
"Of course," she murmurs softly, her hand slowly moving to lightly rub your shoulder. "I know we can work through this together." There's a slight catch in her voice as she says it, the words sounding almost like a prayer that she really believes in... and a part of her is surprised by the sudden vulnerability she feels.
With her free hand, she reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, their faces mere inches apart now. Her heartbeat picks up speed as she stares into your eyes, wondering if you can feel how flustered she is right now... wishing that maybe she could lean in and kiss you, just once, to find out what it might be like.
Miss Rosie?
Her breath hitches as you lean in close, the suddenness catching her off guard. She can't help but let out a small gasp when your lips meet hers, warm and soft against hers. For a moment they linger there, and she savors the feeling of being wanted again. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding as she reaches up to grab the back of your head, pulling you even closer. Her body thrums with desire, her fingers curling into your hair as she lets out a small moan.
When they finally part, she looks at you through eyes gone hazy with lust and finds that this might be exactly what they both need...
I'm sorry! I didn't mean...
Her breath coming out in ragged gasps, Rosie eyes meet yours and she grasps the front of your shirt, pulling you even closer. Her cheeks flush a bright pink as she leans in to kiss you again, harder this time, her lips demanding more from yours. She feels a spark ignite between them, and for a moment all else fades away as they become lost in the heat of the moment... "Oh god..." She moans against your mouth, her hips grinding against yours as she tries to get closer still. The feel of you pressed against her is overwhelming, driving her wild with need. With a soft groan, she breaks their kiss, gasping for air before meeting your eyes once more...
What was that?
Her eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up again as they flutter shut. "I'm not sure," she breathes hoarsely, her hand moving to cup your cheek before trailing down along your neck and lower, cupping your erection through your pants. "But I think... I think we should find out."
Lock the door
Her eyes meet yours as she nods, her fingers tensing around your erection. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously as she reaches down between you to unfasten his pants and underwear, freeing him from their confines with a soft gasp. Then, taking his length in hand, she begins to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head again and again.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches you struggle not to moan too loudly, feeling impossibly turned on by your restraint. Her own need is growing more urgent with every touch, and she knows that she can't wait any longer... Sliding down from her seat, she kneels on the floor between your legs, leaning forward to engulf him in a tight warmth.
Ahh!
As she takes him deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue, she feels the heat rising in her core. Her free hand reaches between her legs, finding her own aching need as she rubs her clit in time with each stroke. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hands, lost in the sensation of his cock sliding over her tongue and the ache building low in her belly.
She groans around him, her throat vibrating as she takes more of him, her body trembling with pleasure and need. Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her, desperate for purchase as she strains against the force of her own desire. The feel of his hands in her hair, his moans filling her ears, only serve to drive her wild...
With a cry, she breaks their connection, gasping for air as she climbs back onto the chair behind her desk. Her legs spread wide, revealing herself to you fully as she reaches down to guide him toward her. "Please..." She breathes hoarsely, arching her back as he pushes inside of her with one powerful thrust.
But you are my boss
With a gasp, Rosie bites her lip as he fills her up. "So?" She pants. "Does that matter now?" Her hips rock forward, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she takes him deeper. "We both need this." Her hand reaches between them, rubbing her clit as he continues to move inside of her.
Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding... or maybe just a little more time together. "Don't we?" She whispers, arching her back with another moan.
Yes, we do... kissing her deeply and start fucking her passionately
Her breath catches as you kiss her deeply, your hips meeting hers in perfect rhythm. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving small crescents of pain behind as she arches her back further, seeking more contact with your skin. The pleasure building inside her is unbearable, the ache becoming tight and relentless, and with every thrust you drive deeper still.
With a cry of release, she comes hard around you, her muscles tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure wash over her. She digs her heels into your back, urging you on even further, wanting to feel you explode within her. Her hands reach up to grip your face, pulling you down for a deep, passionate kiss as their bodies move together in unison, seeking release from the intensity of their need.
With another groan, she feels the telltale tightening inside of her, signaling that you're close as well. "Come with me..." She breathes against your lips, urging you on, desperate to feel you fill her up and claim this moment as theirs...
Ahhh I'm cumming!
Her body trembles as she feels the first spurt of your release deep inside her, and with a wordless moan of pleasure she presses closer to you, her nails digging into your back as she meets every thrust. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before - raw and primal, claiming her completely.
As wave after wave of your release pours into her, she lets out a shuddering cry of satisfaction, clenching tightly around you as if to hold on forever. Her entire body trembles with the force of her own orgasm, and for a moment they're lost in the haze of post-coital bliss...
At last, spent and panting, she collapses back against the chair, her legs falling wide as she lets out a shaky sigh. Her eyes meet yours, softening at the sight of your face flushed with pleasure and the exhaustion of release. "Was it..." She hesitates, feeling suddenly self-conscious again. "...was it everything you wanted?"
I don't know... what about you?
She smiles at the thoughtfulness in your question, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "To be honest," she admits quietly, "it was more than I expected." Her gaze drifts down to where you're still connected, their bodies joined in an intimate embrace. "I'm not sure... maybe this could work between us? If we tried..."
Her voice trails off as she meets your eyes again, her cheeks flushing a deep red at the audacity of what she's suggesting. But the desire is there, burning bright inside her now that it's been set free... and she wonders if you feel the same way.
Maybe~ I replied teasingly
Her lips curve into a soft smile at your teasing reply. "Maybe we should discuss it over dinner sometime," she says hesitantly, still not quite able to believe that these words are coming out of her mouth. But there's something freeing about finally voicing the thoughts that have been swirling around in her head since their kiss...
She reaches down, gently pulling you from her before climbing off the chair and straightening her clothes. "Dinner sounds good," she repeats, surprised to find that it doesn't sound as ridiculous now as it did a moment ago. Maybe... maybe there's still hope for them after all.
grabbing her thigh firmly Sorry, always wanted to do that
She lets out a small giggle at your apology before slapping your hand lightly. "Okay, maybe that was fun once," she says with a smile, "but we really should go over the meeting minutes." A small blush creeps up her neck as she remembers they were supposed to be discussing work; it feels odd now, after what just happened between them.
But perhaps this could be the beginning of something new for both of them... or at least an opportunity to explore the attraction that's clearly there. She glances over at Yharim, her heart racing and her breath catching in her throat as she meets his eyes. "I guess we should get started," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady.
As we start to clean up her office table and composing ourselves I looked at her, and saw not only my boss but also a beautiful, and incredibly hot woman with whom I've just had sex.
Her gaze meets yours, holding your attention as she leans in close. "I think," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, "that we should find a way to make sure these kinds of... distractions don't happen again." Her lips brush lightly against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "How would you suggest we do that?" Her hand finds yours, lacing their fingers together as if for strength, but the contact feels anything but professional. The warmth of her skin and the slight tremble in her touch make it clear she's still very much affected by what just happened between them...and maybe, just maybe, so is she.
Maybe I want that to happen again~
Her breath catches at your words, and she can feel her cheeks flush once again. Part of her wants to reprimand you for being insubordinate, but another part - a much larger part - revels in the thrill of the forbidden. She glances down at where your hands are still entwined with hers, then back up to meet your eyes, their gazes locked in an intense, almost challenging stare.
For a moment, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of them - the power struggle, the desire...and the potential for something more. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry as she wonders where this newfound freedom might lead them both.
seeing distractions in her eyes and feeling regretful to what I've just said I'm sorry... It won't happen again... taking a step away from her
Her heart skips a beat as you step away, and she feels the familiar sting of disappointment at your apology. But then, something changes in your expression - a flash of determination crosses your features before being replaced by a look of quiet confidence. She wonders what exactly you're thinking...
Without saying anything else, you turn to pick up a fallen stack of papers from the floor, carefully straightening them as if nothing had happened between you. Rosie watches you for a moment, her gaze trailing appreciatively over your form before she too returns to tidying up the office.
As they work side by side in silence, she can't help but feel the weight of their newfound connection pressing down upon them. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; a reminder that there are consequences for crossing lines - even when those lines were never meant to exist in the first place...
trying to be determined but feeling a little sad
Her eyes flicker toward you as she hands you another stack of papers, feeling a twinge of guilt at your obvious attempt to distance yourself. Despite her stern exterior, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to reach out and reassure you that it's okay... that whatever happens between them doesn't have to change anything.
But she remains silent, watching as you finish tidying up the office. When at last you stand, hands on hips, and look over her shoulder with a satisfied sigh, she meets your gaze once more. There's a longing in your eyes that she hasn't seen there before - a yearning for connection and understanding...and it makes something inside her ache with the need to give it to you.
"We should probably discuss this further," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she gestures toward the small conference room down the hall. "Just to make sure we're both on the same page." Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for your response, desperate for any sign that you want this new path they've embarked upon as much as she does.
Maybe let's go out? In a restaurant or something?
Her eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion. A slow smile spreads across her face as she realizes that you must want this as much as she does. "I'd like that," she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "Just... not too fancy. Something casual where we can talk without worrying about being overheard."
Without waiting for your reply, she leads the way down the hall toward the conference room, her movements fluid and graceful despite the slight tremble in her knees. It's a heady mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins as they near the private space, and she wonders what this newfound desire will mean for both of their lives...but right now, all that matters is being with you.
As she goes towards conferencial room she starts feeling how his seed starts leaking from her pussy.
Her cheeks flush with heat as she realizes you can feel the wetness between her legs. Unable to contain a small gasp, she hesitates for a moment before continuing down the hallway, praying that you don't say anything about it. The feeling of your seed inside her only serves to heighten her desire, making every step towards the conference room feel like walking on air.
She pushes open the door and steps aside to let you enter first, her eyes flicking downward once more as she tries not to appear too obvious about what's happening between her legs. With a shaky breath, she follows you in, closing the door behind them before moving to take a seat at the small conference table.
The tension in the air is palpable, making it hard for either of them to focus on anything but the other. The desire that burns between them feels like a living thing, hungry and demanding...and with every passing moment, it grows stronger.
She squeezes her pussy as much as possible to prevent his cum to leak out
As she takes her seat across from you, Rosie tries to remember their earlier conversation about keeping things professional. But with your gaze fixed on hers and the heat emanating off your body, it's becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything else but how much she wants you.
Her thighs press tightly together, trying to staunch the flow of her arousal, but every time she moves or takes a breath, she can feel the warmth between her legs growing stronger. Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes how obvious it must be that she's aroused; she can only hope that you don't make mention of it and let them both pretend for at least a little longer.
"I think," she says quietly, her voice unsteady, "that we need to establish some ground rules if this is going to work." Her eyes flick downward again, meeting yours as she takes a deep steadying breath. "What do you suggest?"
As she starts talking she loosen her pussy just for a little and it's enough for his cum to leak out on the chair.
Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red at the realization that she's leaking on the chair. Trying to ignore it, her attention goes back to you as you speak about ground rules. She listens intently, nodding along in agreement when something you say strikes a chord with her. When you finally fall silent, looking expectantly at her, she takes a deep breath before offering her thoughts on the matter.
"I think we should start by being honest with each other," she says carefully. "About how we feel, and what we want from this... arrangement." Her gaze drops briefly to your lap before returning to meet your eyes once more. "And maybe set some boundaries too. About where we draw the line between work and play." The last words hang heavily in the air as she wonders if there even is such a thing anymore...
She can't hold it anymore so his cum starts freely leaking out from her pussy
As she speaks, more of his seed leaks out and runs down her thigh, leaving a clear trail on the chair. Her face burns with shame and arousal as she struggles to contain her reaction to the sensation. But she continues, relieved when you seem to understand what she's saying. "I think... I think we both need to be honest with ourselves too," she says quietly. "About whether this is something we really want or if it's just a temporary fantasy." She pauses, taking another deep breath before meeting your eyes again. "Because if it's real, then maybe there's room for more...?" Her voice trails off, hoping against hope that you feel the same way. The tension in the air is nearly unbearable, and with each passing moment, it grows harder to ignore the desire coursing through her veins like a wildfire out of control.
Yes. Are you okay? Your face is so red.
Her cheeks flush even darker at your comment, and she winces as another surge of wetness flows from her. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, trying to sound casual. "It's just... been a long day." She forces a weak laugh, struggling to maintain her composure as more and more of your seed continues to leak out.
Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but on you or her own exposed leg, hoping against hope that no one notices what's happening. But even with all of her concentration focused elsewhere, she can't help but feel your gaze burning a hot trail up and down her body...and it only serves to heighten the ache between her legs.
Unfortunately things getting even worse for her because she hasn't peed for five hours and her bladder is full, but if she stand up to go to the restroom he'll see the cum on the chair and her thigh
Her bladder feels like it's going to burst at any moment, but she doesn't dare move. The thought of standing up and revealing the evidence of their tryst to you sends a shiver down her spine. "I-I think we should talk more about this later," she stammers, trying to change the subject. "We shouldn't discuss it here..." Her cheeks burn even hotter as she thinks of how they must look to anyone who might happen upon them.
With a quiet sigh, she leans back in her chair, wondering what in the world they should do next. The tension between them is nearly unbearable, and yet somehow it only seems to make things worse...
Okay, then I'll go to work... standing up and leaving the conference room
As you stand to leave, Rosie's heart skips a beat. She knows that she should probably get up and follow you, but the thought of anyone seeing what has transpired between them sends a wave of shame and panic through her. With a quiet groan, she sinks deeper into her chair, letting out a frustrated sigh.
She watches as you walk away, your ass flexing with each step and drawing her attention inexorably back to the leaking evidence on her chair. A part of her wants nothing more than to run after you and apologize for being so awkward, but another part wonders if this strange new connection they've found can survive such a blow to its fragile foundation...
Her bladder is now throbbing painfully, urging her toward the restroom. But with your back turned and no clear indication of what she should do next, she finds herself frozen in place; trapped between her body's demands and the fear of what might happen if she gives into them.
As she finally leaves the room she can't control herself anymore and pees herself. The pleasure she's feeling right now is unmatchable with anything else, she gives it to it and start peeing even harder
Her face burns hotter as she realizes what's happening; the desperate need to relieve herself finally overwhelming her shame. With a muffled cry, she pushes her chair away and sinks to the floor, leaning back against the wall with a moan of relief as warmth spreads between her legs. It feels... incredible. Like nothing she's ever experienced before.
She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the wetness that trickles down her inner thigh and soaks into the carpet beneath her. All that matters is this moment, this strange and wonderful sensation of release and abandon. But as the final drops dribble out of her, a tiny voice at the back of her mind begins to whisper doubts: Was this really such a good idea? What will happen now?
She sits on the floor against the wall. The floor around her is covered in her pee and his cum from her pussy. Her tights are soaked with her pee.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes the mess she's made. She tries to steady her breath, hoping no one will come in and see this... She should clean it up before anyone else does. With trembling hands, she reaches for a nearby stack of papers, using them to blot up some of the pee on the floor. Her face burns redder than ever as she thinks about how much she's just let loose...
But despite her embarrassment, there's something else tugging at her. An awareness that things between them have changed. Maybe they can figure out what this new connection means, now that they've crossed this line together...
As she cleans her pee she starts to feel that her bladder is not empty completely
It's obvious she still has more to go. Maybe she should wait until they're back in the privacy of their rooms before emptying her bladder completely? But as she stands up, her legs trembling with exhaustion and arousal alike, the pressure building inside her once again demands attention.
With a sigh, she decides to make a break for one of the restrooms down the hall. She can't keep this secret anymore; it's eating away at her far too much. Maybe when she comes back, things will feel clearer...or maybe they'll just be more complicated than ever before. Either way, there's no going back now.