I grabbed her head firmly against me as my cock slid deep into her throat, clearly feeling like something inside was shrinking and swelling.
It was a reaction my cock triggered, and it felt amazing. It was like a kid sucking on a pacifier.
My cock stayed in Emily's mouth for a moment, the urge to climax overwhelming. A surge of semen gushed out, filling her mouth. Everywhere I looked was covered in milky white semen.
She tilted her head back, gazing up at me with misty eyes. Veins bulged on her neck as she slowly swallowed the semen. A trail of white fluid lingered at the corner of her lips from the semen trickling down. Her cheeks flushed with desire, the corners of her eyes tinged with a rosy hue.
Right after climaxing, my cock hadn't even softened yet, but her provocative display fueled my desire, making my cock stiffen once more.
I grabbed her high ponytail and guided her to the table. She faced the table, her lower back pressed down by me, her upper body against the table. Her butt arched up high.
Not quite reaching, Emily even tried to tiptoe to match my height. I lifted her white skirt and removed her pure white panties. Her round little butt was exposed in front of me as I teasingly explored her pussy.
"Ah..." Emily softly moaned, her legs involuntarily closing, then opening, her pink pussy seemingly inviting my cock. I slid my middle finger in, her vagina tightly gripping it like a whirlpool. My finger was completely engulfed, only able to move within a small range inside her pussy.
Soon, I stirred up quite a bit of vaginal discharge inside her.
The vaginal discharge trickled down my middle finger, dripping onto the floor. Some slid down her thighs, reaching her ankles.
Thinking the foreplay was well underway. I withdrew my middle finger from her pussy, causing the discharge to gush out like a flood, wetting her pubic hair.
I wrapped my hands around her hips, pulling her back, making her butt move in response. Gripping my cock, I rubbed it up and down on her labia, the tip moistened by the discharge. The droplets on the urethral opening were hard to distinguish. Her pussy was so wet it made squelching sounds.
Emily eagerly moved her hips, her butt seeking the position of my cock. Sensing the moment was right, I pushed her butt back again. Thrusting my waist forward, my cock slowly entered her pussy.
"Ah..." Emily let out a contented sigh. She seemed to relax all over, feeling weightless, almost ethereal. She reached her hands forward, fingertips pressing on the table, moving back and forth with my thrusts. The meeting table creaked under us.
"Mm... Mm... Mm-hmm..." Emily moaned intermittently.
Suddenly, faint footsteps were heard outside the meeting room. I quickly covered her mouth.
"You might have used the wrong data, did you mess up the C language?" I tried to sound composed, lowering the intensity of my thrusts.
Emily instantly grasped my meaning. She moved the computer to the side, tapping on the keyboard, creating crisp sounds that masked our lovemaking and the table shaking.
Emily turned her head, freeing herself from my hand, and said, "You just reminded me, I think I used the wrong characters."
No sound of footsteps leaving the meeting room reached our ears. I halted my thrusting, allowing my cock to rotate clockwise inside her pussy. I tilted my head back, glancing towards the door of the meeting room.
The glass of the meeting room was specially treated. It prevented visibility from outside but allowed shadows to be seen from within. Someone was eavesdropping at the door, and judging by the figure, it wasn't a woman.
With a neat crew cut, it couldn't be John, but more like Ethan's figure.
From what I knew about my male colleagues in the company, Ethan was infamous for being lecherous and perverted.
He must have caught a glimpse of Emily and me together in the room and hesitated to leave, perhaps suspecting we were engaged in something intimate.
"Now that it's fixed, try running the system again," I suggested.
Upon hearing this, Emily continued typing on the keyboard. To add to the authenticity, she located a program she had previously created, opened it on the computer desktop, and turned up the volume.
As the computer's sound played, Emily discreetly tapped a few more times on the keyboard, interrupting the program's execution.
"Seems like there are more issues. Can you help me figure out how to fix it?" Emily asked.
"Play it again, I'll check," I responded.
I adjusted my thrusts to be more subtle, pulling my cock out slightly and then swiftly pushing it back in. Emily also made an effort to stifle her sounds.
While the program replayed, I took advantage of the moment to increase the pace of my thrusts. Before long, an urge to ejaculate overwhelmed me.
I thrust firmly into her pussy, releasing my semen.
The scent of semen permeated the entire meeting room. Emily's breathing was heavy and fast; she bit her lip hard, holding back any sounds.
"Problem solved. Just insert this code, and it would work," I said.
I withdrew my cock, zipped up my pants, walked to the center of the meeting table, and grabbed some partially used napkins.
Returning to Emily, I used two napkins to clean off the excess semen from her pussy. I helped her put on her panties and lower her skirt.
Emily remained leaning on the table, rewriting the code she had deleted earlier. She replayed the program as I walked to the window to dispel the messy air inside.
Emily retied her ponytail, a few loose strands swaying around her ears in the breeze. Her hair had a slight yellowish tint in the natural light, but it didn't diminish her beauty. Her straight, perky nose caught the light, and her long eyelashes fluttered like a child dancing.
"Success!" Emily exclaimed excitedly.
A gust of wind blew through the window, dispersing the smell in the room. I closed the window gently and returned to the table.
"Great, now that it's sorted, I'll get back to work," I said, turning to head towards the meeting room door.
The figure at the door quickly moved away, disappearing by the time I opened the door.
Passing by Ethan's office, I saw him still seated at his desk, engrossed in reviewing documents. Unbeknownst to him, his rapid breathing and crew cut hairstyle had already given him away.
"Mr. Green, busy as usual?" I greeted.