It’s almost time for the dinner party and I’m standing in my room trying to decide on what to wear. I’m having trouble concentrating because all I can think about is what happened this morning in the CEO’s office. All I can think about is feeling his hands on my body, his mouth between my thighs,
and him sucking on my titties draining them dry. Fuck. I’m getting turned on. I start caressing my body. Rubbing my hands along my neck and down across my nipples, brushing them not too hard, but enough to make milk drip. Sliding one hand down to my panties, I slip it in and rub my clit, making myself moan. I slide one finger inside my pussy. She’s so wet. I can feel more milk start to drip the more turned on I get. I need to stop. This could get messy, and I have to get ready for dinner.
I finally decide on a little red dress. The dress is strapless and is tight around my waist showing off my curves until it becomes a bit more free flowing towards the bottom, with two splits going up both sides so high that I must take my panties off or you would see them. No panties it is. I grab a pair of black stilettos, slide them on my feet and take one last look in the mirror.