I MADE MY BOSS ORGASM IN A MEETING I

TONY

I’ve wanted to break Victoria for months. My boss. The ice queen of the company. 38 years old, tall, commanding, with sharp cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and a body built like a fucking wet dream—full, heavy tits always hidden under strict blouses, a tight ass that strained her pencil skirts, and long legs that could make any man kneel. She ran board meetings like a dominatrix, voice cold and authoritative. She barely glanced at me during presentations, but I always caught it: her eyes dropping to the bulge in my pants for a split second longer than professional. She wanted it. She just refused to admit it.

Today I was done waiting. Before the 10 AM board meeting, I slipped into the executive conference room early. The massive oak table had a long, thick tablecloth that reached the floor on all sides—perfect cover. I hid underneath at her usual seat, heart hammering, cock already rock-hard in my slacks.

The executives filed in. Victoria arrived last, commanding the room in a tight navy skirt suit, sheer black stockings, and heels that clicked with authority. She sat down directly above me, crossing her legs. The meeting started—financial reports, projections, her stern voice laying down the law.

I waited until she was deep into her presentation, voice steady as steel. Then I made my move.

My hands slid up her calves, under her skirt. She stiffened instantly. I pushed her thighs apart roughly. She let out a sharp, startled yelp that made several heads turn.

“Ms. Victoria? Everything alright?” someone asked.

I looked up from under the table. She glared down at me with pure fury, lips pressed thin. But she didn’t push me away. She didn’t call security. She simply adjusted her papers and continued speaking, voice only slightly tighter.

That was all the permission I needed.

I shoved her skirt higher up her thighs. She was wearing thin black lace panties already soaked through—her pussy lips outlined perfectly, a dark wet spot spreading. The scent of her aroused cunt hit me like a drug.

“Such a strict little bitch in public,” I whispered softly enough only she could hear, “but your cunt is dripping like a desperate whore under the table.”

She clenched her jaw, continuing to speak about quarterly targets. I traced one finger slowly along the seam of her panties, pressing the fabric between her swollen lips. Victoria’s voice hitched for half a second. Her thighs trembled but stayed open.

I hooked the thin material aside, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. Pink, puffy, and fucking soaked. I dragged my finger up her slit, collecting her cream, then circled her swollen clit torturously slow.

Her free hand gripped the edge of the table hard, knuckles turning white. She kept talking, but her breathing was becoming controlled and deliberate.

I pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. Her tight walls clenched around me, hot and silky. I started pumping them deep and steady, curling them against her g-spot while my thumb rubbed her clit.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight,” I murmured from under the table. “Pretending to be in control while I finger-fuck your married pussy in front of the entire board. Disobedient slut.”

Victoria’s voice wavered on a number. She cleared her throat and powered through, but her hips had started the tiniest, involuntary rolls against my hand.

I couldn’t resist anymore. I pulled my fingers out, coated in her thick cream, and replaced them with my mouth.

I buried my face between her thighs and dragged my flat tongue slowly from her leaking hole all the way up to her throbbing clit. Victoria’s leg jerked hard under the table. She crossed one ankle over the other, trying to trap my head, but I forced her legs wider apart.

I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking it rapidly with my tongue while sliding two fingers back inside her. The wet, obscene sounds of me devouring her cunt were barely masked by the low hum of the air conditioning and the meeting chatter.

She was struggling now. Her presentation had moved to Q&A, and every time someone asked her a question, I punished her by tongue-fucking her deeper. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it straight into her hole, fucking her with it like a cock while my nose ground against her clit.

“Ms. Victoria, your thoughts on the merger risks?” an executive asked.

I sucked hard on her clit at the exact moment. Her voice cracked into a breathy moan she tried to disguise as a cough.

“They’re… manageable,” she forced out, thighs shaking violently around my head. “We just need to… ah… stay aggressive.”