She was a bitch, it was universally acknowledged, a sexy bitch, with a figure that could kill in tight tailored suits, but a bitch nonetheless. She clicked around the office in her sky high heels, the iconic red soles polished to a high shine, her fingernails and lips always painted to match. She cared for nobody but her boss, who's office was at the end of the long open plan section, protected from prying eyes by a partition wall, this meant that she had to walk past every other person's desk every time she went into her own little section, just in front of the chief's office.
She didn't think much about the other people in the office, it was true, she was far too concerned with her job, and even more so with her boss' needs. It was a demanding job, not only did she have to ensure that his calendar was up to date, his emails were responded to with zero mistakes in the spelling department, and all his calls were dealt with, but she had to do all this with a remotely operated vibrator in her cunt, and a stainless steel butt plug clenched between her cheeks. On top of all of this was the knowledge that if the boss buzzed the intercom, with her favourite sentence, 'could you come in here please' she would have to run into his office, close the door behind her, kneel beside his desk, and be ready to do his bidding.
It was not an official, or professional working relationship. She would kneel in front of him, hands behind her back, look up into his cool, green eyes, and open her mouth just a little, because, more often than not, it was that he started with.
Today was a Wednesday, and a busy one, his meetings were going to be almost back to back, and stressful. She had ensured that their conference room was set up to his specifications, the long table cloth was not exactly standard on boardroom tables, but he enjoyed the possibilities it provided. Everything else, the projector, laptops, power cables, coffee and danishes in the corner, and note pads with corporate logos, and matching pens, were as you might expect in any conference room. I set myself up in the room, plugging the Craven's laptop into the projector, and opening the first presentation of the day, I put the opening page up on the screen, and made sure it was all as it should be. I plugged in my laptop next, ensuring that my recording function was going, I was rarely able to get the minutes perfect for one reason or another, so it always helped to know what was said.
The first meeting went well, a long awaited proposal was delivered to a group of clients, and, as far as I could tell, all the noises in the room were very positive, there was a five minute break before the next group would arrive, and I knew exactly what was expected of me when Craven sat down again after shaking hands with the clients. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looked up at his face briefly to check that I was right, then undid his belt, then his suit trousers, freeing his cock, already standing to attention it sprang out, and I wasted no time in taking it in my mouth. I smiled around it as I heard his half moan, half gasp, and knew that I was doing well. I took him deep into my throat, and caressed every inch with my skillful tongue, making sure I paid plenty of attention to all his particularly sensitive spots, it wasn't long before my efforts were rewarded, I felt his cock stiffen even more in my mouth, and his muscles tense briefly before he gave me a delicious mouthful of cum. I looked up at him, playing with it in my mouth, waiting for a nod of permission to swallow, but it didn't come.
"You're going to spend the next meeting with your mouthful of cum you little slut, you won't swallow until after the last man is out of the door, understood?" I nodded nervously as you stood up and straightened yourself out. I settled myself back into my seat, and a moment later, the next group filed in, a laptop at the ready to present their proposal for our company, they had a portfolio of images and plans as well, and the meeting went well, I typed out the minutes as fast as I could, trying to concentrate on the words, and not on the mouthful of cum I couldn't swallow.
When they left at long last, he escorted them out of the building before returning. I sank to my knees once more, then opened my mouth automatically to show that it was still full of cum. "Swallow" he said, smiling, then bent down to kiss my lips (still perfectly red, thanks to permanent lipstick!)
The next meeting was soon after, a discussion over how to solve a technical issue which had been going on for a while, this one was serious, and neither side wanted to admit fault, which made for a lot of careful wording and even more careful minute-ing. I breathed a sigh of relief as they left, and then you pointed to a spot in the middle of the table, I scrambled to my feet, and bent over the table, arms out in front of me, reaching to the other side. You moved behind me, ran a hand over my skirt, then pulled it up to reveal my lace stocking tops, and then my bare ass, pink jewel gripped tightly, I'd been buzzing all morning as you'd left my vibrator on, and I was thoroughly desperate for relief. You ran your fingers along my slit then, and I moaned as you felt exactly how soaking wet I was. You removed the vibrator, turning it off with the remote in your pocket, and put it in my mouth to try and limit my noise. Then, to my relief, you slid your cock into me from behind, I moaned around the vibe as you held my hips tightly and fucked me hard, slowly, deliberately, I whimpered as you brought me to the edge again and again, desperate to cum. Finally, I guessed when you couldn't deny yourself any longer either, you started to fuck me faster and faster, ramming me into the edge of the table, until I spat out a 'please let me cum!' around the vibe, and you gasped 'yes' and we came together, shaking, muscles spasming, and I lay on the table and took deep breaths, and you bent over me, and kissed the back of my neck so that I was shivering all over. I really quite liked meeting days, and it was only lunch time!
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