Occasionally I write the same idea twice to see which I like. This is one of those.
I’ve always had this fantasy. Coming to your office and fondling you at your desk until it’s time for you to go intimidate everyone in the conference room.
I’ve excited you. Your big dick is enormous against your thigh.
It’s a normal enough board meeting, except that your girlfriend is sitting on the arm of your chair. Your girlfriend—me, a knockout stunner with blonde hair and a beach tan the color of baked bread—who once or twice flashes a little slit of her pussy when she forgets to cross her legs.
And then it isn’t so normal. You begin to finger me.
You don’t talk about it, you don’t look at me, but your fingers slip between my legs and you push your thick middle finger inside me. I bite my lip but nothing else.
No one says anything. What would they say?
You make me cum. I’m usually a screamer; I hold it back. I buck as your thumb strokes my carefully manicured bush and two big fingers scrape my g-spot again and again. You’ve ignored my clit. I cum from my pussy for you, and you love that about me.
Everyone watches me cum in shocked silence.
And then you stand. Your cock is large—larger than most—and you have a reputation for bedding the women at the office. You push me on the conference table and press me flat on my stomach. Hike my skirt up around my middle.
You unzip your big dick while you stare the board in the face. Your cockhead is so hard it’s purple.
You nudge the big mushroom tip of your erection through the delicate lips of my cunt and I’m so wet you slide right in, even though it’s too thick for me. It’ll always be too thick for me.
You’ve never fucked a girl without hurting her pussy.
You live for the look of pain when she takes you.
You fuck me savagely, even brutally, holding my hair like a leash, while finishing up the meeting. You don’t stop talking about numbers, you don’t mention me even when I scream your name.
Not even when I call you Daddy.
You’ve cum in my womb a thousand times, but this time you pull out and dump your seed in the bowl in the small of my back. There’s a little tattoo there, a tramp stamp all your women get, with your initials.
You like to mark your property.
Several of the prettier women around the table rub their backs.
You cum and cum and a lot of it spills all over the table.
Finally your dick stops dropping thick, knotted ropes of potent semen on my back. You turn my head and clean your cockhead in my mouth.
Then you zip yourself up—still hard, it takes you as long as a teenager to lose your hardon—and sit back down at your spot. The head of the table.
//Make the board lick his cum off my body one at a time? Watch the better men fuck me, or the hotter women suck on my clit?
//See me strangle that bitch who always opposes him, while I ride his cock to it’s last cumshot?
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