I MADE MY BOSS ORGASM IN A MEETING II

TONY

I chuckled darkly against her pussy, the vibration making her jerk. “Aggressive? Like how I’m aggressively eating this sloppy cunt while you lie to them all?” I whispered between long, filthy licks. “Your juices are running down my chin, boss. You’re such a filthy, disobedient whore. Getting tongue-fucked by your subordinate during your precious board meeting.”

I added a third finger, stretching her tight hole while I alternated between sucking her clit and lapping up every drop leaking out of her. Her walls were fluttering wildly now. She was close.

Victoria’s hand suddenly dropped under the table. For a second I thought she’d push me away.

Instead, she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face harder into her dripping pussy, grinding against my tongue desperately while keeping her upper body perfectly composed.

That silent surrender made my cock throb painfully. I went feral—sucking, licking, finger-fucking her faster, curling hard against that spot inside her that made her thighs quiver uncontrollably.

Her voice grew tighter, sentences shorter. Executives were starting to notice something was off, but no one dared question the ice queen.

I degraded her softly the entire time. “Cum for me, you stuck-up bitch. Soak my face while you pretend to be professional. Let your employees see what a desperate slut their boss really is.”

Victoria was losing the battle. Her pussy was gushing around my fingers and tongue. I could feel her orgasm building like a tidal wave—her walls clamping down rhythmically, her clit pulsing against my tongue.

I didn’t let up. I fucked her harder with three fingers, fast and brutal, while sucking her clit like I was starving. My other hand reached up and pinched one of her hard nipples through her blouse, twisting it viciously.

That did it.

She came violently.

Her entire body locked up above the table. Her pussy spasmed wildly around my fingers, squirting hot juices all over my face and tongue. I kept licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every shuddering wave as she fought with everything she had not to scream.

A broken, choked sound escaped her throat. She disguised it as clearing her throat again, but her hips bucked hard against my mouth twice before she could stop herself.

The orgasm seemed to last forever. Her cream flooded my mouth—sweet, tangy, addictive. I drank every drop like a man possessed, degrading her the whole time in low whispers.

“That’s it, boss. Squirt all over your employee’s tongue in the middle of your meeting. What would they say if they knew their strict boss was cumming like a cheap whore under the table?”

Finally, her body went limp. She was panting softly, trying to regain control. The meeting continued around her, oblivious.

I gave her dripping, sensitive pussy one last long, slow lick, then tucked her panties back into place. I stayed hidden as the meeting wrapped up. When everyone started leaving, Victoria remained seated, legs still trembling.

Once the room emptied, she pushed her chair back and looked down at me. Her face was flushed, makeup slightly smudged, eyes blazing with fury and lingering lust.

“You’re fired,” she hissed.

I crawled out, my face shiny with her juices, and smirked. “No, I’m not. Because next board meeting, you’re going to wear no panties. And I’m going to fuck that tight cunt with my cock while you present the annual report.”

She stared at me, chest heaving. Then, without another word, she stood on shaky legs, smoothed her skirt, and walked out.

But we both knew the truth. She’d be wet again long before the next meeting.