The Leaking Temptation

Ema strode into Harlan's corner office with the confidence of a woman who owned every room she entered. The quarterly projections glowed on the screen between them, but her boss's sharp eyes kept drifting. "Focus, Harlan," she quipped, tapping the table. "Or are my numbers too much for you?"

He smirked, leaning back. "Your numbers are fine, Ema. It's the rest of you that's distracting."

A familiar warmth spread across her chest. Damn it—not now. Her dress, a sleek black number she'd chosen to command respect, darkened at the nipples. Milk. Always unbidden, always humiliating. And always, secretly, a spark that made her thighs press together.

Harlan's gaze locked on the spreading wet patches. "Well, well. Is that what I think it is? Your blouse is soaked through, Ema. Dripping, even."

She didn't flinch. Strong women didn't hide. "Caught you staring at my tits again? Yes, it's milk. Never pregnant, yet here we are. Embarrassing, isn't it? Or does it make you hard?"

His laugh was low and dangerous. He rose, circling the desk until he stood inches from her. "Horny and leaking in my office. How delightfully filthy. Tell me, does it turn you on when men notice?"

Ema's breath hitched, but her voice stayed steady. "Maybe. What are you going to do about it, boss?"

Harlan's hand brushed the damp fabric, fingers grazing her nipple. Milk beaded instantly. "I'm going to humiliate you properly. Strip." She arched a brow but complied, dress pooling at her feet. Her breasts glistened, nipples hard and dripping. He palmed one, squeezing until a thin stream ran down her stomach. "Look at you, panting already."

She reached for his belt, freeing his cock—thick, hard, already throbbing. "Don't flatter yourself. Let's see if you can handle this pussy." Ema dropped to her knees, taking him in a swift blowjob, tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. Harlan groaned, hands in her hair. "That's it, leak for me while you worship my cock."

He pulled her up, bending her over the desk. His fingers found her pussy—wet, dripping, slick with arousal. "Soaked and ready. You love this humiliation, don't you?" Ema pushed back against him, strong and unyielding. "Shut up and fuck me. Make me come."

Harlan thrust into her in one hard stroke, then gripped her ass, spreading her. Sweat beaded on their skin as he pounded deeper, her milk splashing with each slap of bodies. She came first, walls clenching, cum coating his cock. He followed, spilling hot inside her, both of them panting, sweating, utterly undone.

The meeting was far from over.