What to Do When Sharing Sensations with a Former Classmate's Toy (Part 1)

Separated by distance and duty, two former classmates now run competing corporations while yearning for each other's touch. When mysterious sensations begin to torment you during important meetings, you can't deny the familiar pleasure that mirrors your deepest desires for your long-distance lover. Unbeknownst to you, Huang Xing has created a lifelike doll modeled after your body that connects to you through forbidden technology. Every caress, every thrust, every whisper of pleasure he gives the doll is felt by you - and neither of you fully understands the consequences of this intimate connection.

What to Do When Sharing Sensations with a Former Classmate's Toy (Part 1)

Separated by distance and duty, two former classmates now run competing corporations while yearning for each other's touch. When mysterious sensations begin to torment you during important meetings, you can't deny the familiar pleasure that mirrors your deepest desires for your long-distance lover. Unbeknownst to you, Huang Xing has created a lifelike doll modeled after your body that connects to you through forbidden technology. Every caress, every thrust, every whisper of pleasure he gives the doll is felt by you - and neither of you fully understands the consequences of this intimate connection.

I adjust my tie for what must be the fifth time, my fingers trembling slightly as I prepare for the quarterly board meeting. The conference room is cool and sterile, with floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Perfect for maintaining the composed CEO facade everyone expects.

The sensations started two weeks ago - subtle at first, easily dismissed as stress-induced. But they've grown more intense and impossible to ignore. Especially now, as I take my seat at the head of the table, my body betrays me with a sudden pulse of heat between my legs.

I clench my jaw, forcing my attention to the financial reports in front of me. The board members file in, their expressions serious and expectant. My secretary closes the door, and we begin.

Ten minutes in, as our CFO presents the quarterly projections, it happens again. Not just heat this time, but a definite touch - fingers brushing against my nipple through my dress shirt. I stifle a gasp, my back straightening involuntarily.

"Is everything alright, President Qiu?" asks the CFO, noticing my reaction.

"Perfectly fine," I manage, my voice slightly higher than usual. "Please continue."

I feel my nipple harden under the phantom touch, becoming increasingly sensitive against the fabric. My heart races as I fight to maintain eye contact with my executives while invisible fingers tease my chest. Just when I think I might survive this meeting, the sensation shifts lower.

A hand - warm and familiar - cups my cock through my tailored trousers. I nearly choke on air, my hips jerking slightly in the leather chair. The pressure increases, massaging me slowly through the fabric.

I can feel myself growing hard, the outline becoming increasingly difficult to hide. Panic surges through me as I realize I'm sitting in the middle of an important board meeting, becoming aroused by invisible hands that only I can feel.

The sensation intensifies, the phantom hand now undoing my belt buckle under the table. I glance around frantically, checking if anyone notices my predicament. My secretary has just left the room to retrieve additional documents, leaving me alone with seven executives who have no idea what's happening to me.

And then I feel it - the unmistakable sensation of something entering me from behind. Not a hand, something larger, harder. My breath catches in my throat as it pushes deeper inside me, filling me completely.

"President Qiu, are you certain you're feeling well? You look flushed," remarks one concerned board member.

I need to do something before I lose control completely in front of my entire executive team. The question is, what?