64. Boardroom Sex

TriggerWarnings:Workplace sexual harassment, group sex (MFM), rough sexual play, choking, spanking, breath play, and explicit language.

Reid

The board meeting was scheduled for 9:00 AM. It was currently 8:42 AM, and the mahogany conference table-worth more than most people's homes-was being put to a far more productive use than reviewing quarterly earnings. I stood at the head of the table, my silk tie loosened, watching my brother, Thorne, bench-press our secretary, Seraphina, against the frosted glass wall that overlooked the city.

Seraphina was a masterpiece of corporate distraction. She had large, perky tits that seemed to defy gravity, always straining against the buttons of her white blouses. Today, that blouse was shredded, hanging off her shoulders as Thorne's large hands kneaded her flesh like dough.

"She's a distraction, Reid," Thorne grunted, his voice a low, jagged vibration. He was the CTO, the muscle to my strategy, and he had been eyeing Seraphina since the day I hired her. "How do you get anything done with this little slut walking around the office?"

"I don't," I said, stepping closer. I reached out and grabbed Seraphina's jaw, forcing her to look at me. Her glasses were crooked, her eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of terror and white-hot arousal. "She's not here to be efficient. She's here to be used."

"Please, Mr. Sterling... Reid... the board members are already in the lobby," Seraphina whimpered, her voice a broken melody.

"Let them wait," I hissed, my hand sliding down to her throat. I squeezed just enough to see her pupils dilate, just enough to make her breath hitch. "You're going to work for your bonus today, Seraphina. And if you make a single sound that the partners can hear through that door, I'll fire you before you can even zip up."

Thorne didn't wait for permission. He flipped her over, slamming her chest down onto the conference table. The cold wood pressed against her tits, making her nipples harden into visible peaks. He reached down and ripped her silk panties away, the sound of the tearing fabric a sharp punctuation to the hum of the air conditioning. He balled them up and stuffed them into his pocket. "I'm keeping these. A souvenir for the server room."

I moved behind her, my hands finding the curve of her ass-firm, pale, and already marked by the red handprints Thorne had left. I delivered a sharp, stinging slap that made her cry out into the table. Crack.

"No! Reid, please!" she sobbed.

"Shut up," I commanded, my voice devoid of mercy. I unzipped my trousers, and my cock sprang free-thick, dark, and already pulsing with a desperate need. I guided the head to her entrance, the slick, dripping folds of her pussy welcoming me home. I drove into her with a single, grounding thrust that hit the back of her womb.

I let out a guttural roar, the sensation of being inside her while my professional world sat just feet away making my head spin. I began to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that ground my pelvis against her ass. Thorne moved to the front of the table, his own cock hard and leaking. He grabbed Seraphina's hair, yanking her head back until she was forced to look at him.

"Suck it, bitch," Thorne growled, shoving his cock into her mouth.

The rhythm was a frantic, wet percussion. I was hammering into her pussy from behind, my balls slapping against her thighs, while Thorne used her mouth with a clinical, focused intensity. The sounds of our joined bodies-the wet slaps, the muffled moans, the rhythmic thud of the table-filled the silent room.

"Look at her, Reid," Thorne panted, his hand wrapping around her throat as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth. "She's a gusher. She's soaking the table."

He was right. Seraphina was a fountain. A moment later, she stiffened, her body racking with a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. A hot, clear stream of fluid erupted from her, splashing across the mahogany and my thighs. I growled, my own pleasure reaching a breaking point.

"You like being double-teamed by the Sterling brothers, don't you?" I hissed, my hand tightening on her neck. "You like that we're both going to fill you up right before we talk about mergers and acquisitions."

"Yes... oh god, yes..." she moaned, her internal muscles clamping around my cock like a vice.

"Imagine if I don't pull out, Seraphina," I taunted, my pace becoming a frantic, driving force. "Imagine walking into that meeting with my seed and Thorne's seed leaking out of you. Imagine carrying a Sterling heir because you couldn't keep your legs shut."

"Breed me... please, Reid... fill me up..." she begged, her pride totally shattered.

Outside, the sound of muffled voices and the ding of the elevator reached our ears. The board members were arriving. The danger was a live wire between us.

"I'm going to come, Seraphina!" I roared, the tension in my lower belly reaching a breaking point. "Beg for it! Tell me you want your CEO to fill your pussy!"

"I want it! Give it to me, Reid! Fill me!"

I erupted. A hot, thick stream of cum hit the back of her womb, my body tensing for the final, pulsing explosion. I fired again and again, emptying myself deep into her. At the same time, Thorne pulled out of her mouth and began to stroke himself frantically.

"I'm gonna come on those tits!" Thorne shouted.

He erupted. A crossfire of hot, white cum splashed across her breasts and neck, coating her pale skin in a white, hot mess. He fired again and again, marking her as his own.

The door handle to the conference room rattled. "Mr. Sterling? Are you in there? The partners are here." It was my executive assistant, her voice filtered through the heavy oak.

"One minute!" I barked, my voice remarkably steady.

I pulled out of Seraphina with a wet, squelching sound. Thorne wiped his cock on her shredded blouse and began to tuck himself in. I looked at Seraphina-covered in cum, her hair a mess, her glasses lost somewhere under the table.

"Get under the table," I whispered, my voice a dark, satisfied promise. "And if you make a sound while we're talking, I'll let Thorne take you to the parking garage after."

She scrambled under the mahogany, her body heavy and full of us. I straightened my tie, Thorne adjusted his jacket, and I walked to the door. I opened it to find five men in grey suits waiting.

"Gentlemen," I said, a predatory smile on my face. "Please, take a seat. I think we have a very productive morning ahead of us."

As they sat down, I felt Seraphina's hand brush against my shoe under the table. She was still dripping, still carrying the weight of our shared victory, and as I began the presentation, I knew that the executive decision I'd made this morning was the most profitable one of my career.