CEO The Presentation

CEO Presentation

She was very aware of it.

In a good way,

It seemed as stimulating as had been promised and her body was attuning very quickly somehow. How did that work? Had it been waiting for her new addition?

Wearing it had also immediately reduced the concern she was having about the presentation she was about to give and the repercussions a poor outcome would have long term for her company. This private bodily addition was decadent and it did seem slightly irresponsible to focus on it more than her job in this moment, but conversely obvious, it immediately put her world into perspective.

A couple of steadying drinks in the hotel bar earlier that evening and a random encounter with a particularly engaging and verbose business woman, and the path she was now on had been set in motion. This other woman had had no problem with over-sharing and did so copiously. Had she seen the look of worry on her face and knew her story before she approached? It was the conversation that she needed, and now, in her later absence, she felt calm and buoyed by it.

She re-crossed her long legs encased in the customary stockings beneath her business suit, then smoothed the nylon over her knee before reaching for another vodka and tonic from the bar. Desperate to curl her finger beneath her skirt hem and glide it along the length of her pussy, she surreptitiously glanced around the bar to see if she was being observed.

The other lady had left at least half an hour ago, full of giggles after pressing the heavy present into her hand. A ghost-kiss to her cheek and then a flamboyant wave of her arm, this hero of the moment departed leaving behind a heavy flowery scent and racing thoughts.

A quick trip to the toilet and all of a sudden, she now knew what her temporary kindred spirit had meant about the relaxing and quietly personal and pleasurable nature of the toy. It truly was everything that she had promised.

Her frown and worry dissipated with each passing minute. Of course, that might have a great deal to do with the amount of alcohol she had since consumed, but other emotions were now having a profound impact on her psychology and the concern that she needed to be a constant boss-bitch was lessening, as the trust in herself as a smart, capable and sensual woman, increased. Her choice of attire was rooted in historical success; she was going to be fine.

She shifted on the bar stool and felt the pressure of her new toy in exactly the right place to stimulate and excite. Glancing at herself in the mirror behind the many bottles and optics, she could see that her face now held an indefinable smile and a certain glow. A flush of sorts. The other woman had been right after all though it hadn't seemed an entirely sensible suggestion at the time. The earnestness in her eyes had seemed very genuine, despite the laughter in her voice, and the whole interaction just prompted trust and worth a quick sample.

Across the foyer, the doorway to the conference room was now open. She could see groups of people collecting for entry and knew she would shortly have to join them. As the keynote speaker, she was going to be first up after the introductions and would be collected soon by the organisers. The hubbub of noise was increasing. She saw multiple suits, shiny shoes and ties without seeing the faces in them. All of a sudden, they didn't seem scary.

In the meantime, perhaps one more drink?

The glow in her own face had spread to warming her entire body; she was becoming aware that her nipples were very erect beneath her crisp white blouse, and she was feeling very moist between her legs. That was probably the result of the new pressure in the unusual place. Without it having direct contact on her clit, its pressure and presence was raising her anticipation and excitement levels on an entirely different plane than she had ever felt before, especially on this most public of occasions; with each slight change in her posture, the new addition to her body rubbed enticingly in her most private of places.

No one was watching her, even from the darkest booth in the furthest corner of the bar, eyes were not roaming the room. If she kept her body angled as it was, no one would know. Looking around would only draw attention, whereas, all she needed was the merest pressure in only one place to clear her mind.

Bravado mattered.

Her finger found the spot and massaged the merest amount of pantie clad flesh. That was the ticket. A deep breath and a calming wave of confidence told her that another stroke would also go unnoticed if she acted hastily.

The little black lace panties had minimal coverage beneath her sharp and expensive business suit. A curled finger soon lifted the material away and flesh found happy flesh. Messing with her handbag would give coverage of her naughty actions beneath. Goodness she was wet. The speech she needed to give was going to be a breeze in comparison to her public actions now.

She could feel the hardness of the toy beyond her lips, deeper inside her and protected in a place that she hadn't used in this manner before. It felt exciting and strange. She had left her panties on to hold it still, but were they strictly necessary?

Fuck.

She smiled to herself as another slug of drink knocked ice against her nose.

Maybe it was time to move and get back to work. She didn't want to as it happened, but for different reasons to the original worry of being derided for her speech. Now, she wanted to slowly and luxuriously explore her new gift with her fingers between her legs rather than address, potentially a hundred, delegates.

It had been given to her as it had been surplus to requirements; a medium amongst small and large versions that were used almost 247 apparently. A surprise conversation topic in the first place and a shock gift in the second. On review though, it was doing exactly as the woman had promised. After the initial amusement dissolved, and as she had held it in her hand, it actually looked elegant and erotically pleasing. The fake jewel had glittered under the neon bar lighting as she eased it from its pouch and from that moment, felt her mood considerably lightened.

She drained the glass and took to her feet. Maybe she should take it out before she crossed to the other room. As she stood, she felt the plug shaft opening her ass and the glittering bulbous head rubbing between her ass cheeks, as the contoured pear shape inside her made her feel very, knowingly, full. The pressure on her backend was exactly what the woman had described, but the released endorphins were far more exciting, originating as they did from such a different sensation. She ached to ease it out and then back in, to feel how it felt whilst she had a finger deep in her pussy. Hard and unrelenting, it promised so much sluttiness, as though it was her preparation and training for complete future availability.

She wondered what it looked like. The toilet had held other people and the opportunity to lift her skirt and twist to see in the mirror didn't present itself once she had left the cubicle. Her stiletto heels clacking on the tiled floor, she had simply checked her lipstick, washed her hands and returned to her seat at the bar. Why did she suddenly wish her skirt was a touch shorter? The suspenders across her backside would frame the view very nicely, she thought. Maybe the company driver would want to see later after he dropped her home? She smiled once more at the thought.

Shit. It was too late to return to the toilet. The prim little conference organiser was suddenly at her elbow and guiding her between the seating towards the door. Her short hair in a boyish bob, any sense of figure completely disguised by androgenous clothing and mousey uninterested makeup, she doubted that this girl had ever been opened. In contrast, she stood tall and voluptuous, aware and confident and now with a secret that was going to keep a smile on her face through a tough couple of hours and beyond.

The butt plug would have to stay in for the moment.

...

Exhaustion.

That was her most prevailing emotion right now. Remaining very inebriated and slightly sore were other immediate concerns as much as the desire to recall what had happened and where she was.

What had happened?

She shook her head trying to clear the foggy mist and remember. Her watch was saying it wasn't midnight yet. A couple of hours had passed and the presentation was obviously over.

She felt unsteady, even without being on her feet yet. She was in an unrecognisable bedroom; definitely a hotel room. It was nicely presented but anonymously decorated, with dim lights and neutral pictures. Calming somehow. Why did she feel like she had had repeated orgasms? How many did she have and why did she feel that she wanted another right now? It was like having an itch between her legs that she was feeling desperate to scratch.

She was still dressed, in a fashion. Her blouse looked like it had been mauled, her bra was missing and she felt like she was seated on something hard despite being on a bed at the moment. She could clearly see her breasts through the thin white, creased nylon, with her nipples tenting the material.

She sat up and tried to pull herself together.

Fuck that drink.

Why had she consumed so much?

She was still wearing her skirt, but beneath it, her lips felt oddly swollen as though they had sustained some abuse. She pulled the material back to observe herself gaping widely and confirmed she was also missing her underwear.

More recollection incoming...

She remembered having removed both those items for herself and throwing them at her handbag. Where was the handbag? Oh yes. That was on the chair at the little dressing table. It looked as though it was bulging as though with extra content.

Had she been in this room for long?

Oh fuck.

It was like the veil of confusion was being slowly pulled back and she started to recall her conference antics one by one. She had had several orgasms whilst in this state of dress but it wasn't even the orgasms that were now, thinking about it, the complete surprise. It was the public nature of them. How had it gotten to that point so swiftly, and in front of so many people? She must have felt relaxed to take herself to that stage of impropriety.

It must have been the drink that had caused the complete relaxation of her usual decorum. She was now getting a nagging memory of something about plugs.

Fuck me. That was right. The myopic little organiser had disappeared very quickly after the conference had started, and she had been left trying to keep it all together all by herself. She had reached the part of her speech talking about 'plugging a fiscal black hole' and after watching so many of the attendees turning away from her in obvious boredom, she had made her first joking comment to regain their attention and mentioned something more about other sorts of plugs.

But how had that gone from silly quips about feeling the industry was bottoming out, to...

Oh.

Oh yeah.

Fuck. She had been given that butt plug which she had popped in before walking into the conference with uncomfortably fitting panties.

In the absence of that useless woman, she had desperately tried to use anything and everything at her disposal to keep the audience's attention on her. Had 'streamlining the business' resulted in her demonstrating her own minimal extra contours at the back of her dress? Why was that?

Oh no.

The drink had emboldened her. She had over-shared in order to keep the audience attentive to her and at some point, she had demonstrated the plug in order to make the analogy that a little oral lubrication in the right place, goes a long way to solve a hard problem.

Had she turned and lifted her skirt to show the audience her ass? And the addition? Fuck no. Yes...

Showing her naked ass in stockings and suspenders would have been beyond the pale, but to do it to show off a medium sized plug! What had they thought?

The crowd had stopped muttering and people has stopped leaving. It had given her confidence to continue.

Had she had cause to remove it at any point? She desperately tried to remember. Was it still in? It had felt comfortable walking around with it in, and the feeling of fullness had been highly erotic.

With that thought, she stood and pulled up her skirt, immediately feeling around to find that yes, the plug was still in place. For some reason there was a comfort leaving it where it was for the moment.

But what about the orgasms?

Nonchalantly hooking her finger now into her pussy to massage a compelling itch, she had another download of memory.

She remembered that she had made other business analogies about there always being room for the little guy who makes the most difference even when they felt as though they were being pushed out - and someone had asked a question, disbelieving her train or thought.

Someone had then shouted something rude about her speech but was then conversely encouraging about her earlier physical demonstration, and to save losing the crowd again, she had taken her bravado to the next stage and responded to the heckle.

Erotic humiliation that, even now, excited her, despite the shame. Fuck it though, we only live once.

It was then somehow, she had ended up on the edge of the stage with her knees apart, back arched and her forehead resting on the floor facing away from the crowd. It had been her own roll-on antiperspirant she had used to then complete the full feeling between her legs, pushing it in and out of her pussy for everyone's entertainment and to prove her business point.

Fuck. That had escalated really quickly. No doubt the drink had been talking more and more, giving her confidence that the preferable tact to build business was to sell herself as the entertainment.

No one would have complained about that strategy.

She could only imagine the view the audience then had of her ass, framed by the suspenders belt spread lewdly by her hips, the ruby red jewel glittering under the conference lights, hiding her anus and her long wet slit below it arrowing downwards and accentuated and opened by her fingers as she played with herself.

Fuck no.

How did she have the nerve? Why did no one stop her? How many people had now seen her most intimate area. And decorated at that, too! Had anybody taken advantage of her inebriation?

Hang on...

There's no spunk anywhere..

She looked around at where she was. This was obviously the hotel room and she hoped it had been her company driver that had brought her up here, but there was no evidence of spunk anywhere. Not on the bed, nor between her legs or on her thighs. The orgasms that her very soul remembered having, had been at her own hand rather than being fucked by unknown men.

Had the driver been looking out for her? Saving her from her own inebriation? Or had multiple hands been invited to play with what she presented.

Fuck.

No knowledge remained of how long she had remained so lewdly presented, but could imagine that she had kept everyone's attention for the duration of her orgasms. The front row had not been that far away from the edge of the stage. Had other people taken the presented opportunity and pulled and pushed on her plug and fingered her?

She remembered noise from the crowd. Cheering. Whistling. Applause. Clamouring for more. Had she put on more and more of a show for the people that she had spent weeks beforehand being petrified of turning off?

Her breasts had rubbed against the stage floor as she had worked on herself, which explained her disheveled look now and the feeling of tenderness in her flesh. She had arched her back like such a slut, more and more, well aware that her suspenders pulled across her bottom and just imagining the beacon at the plug shining brightly under the lights.

Had she soaked the stage when she squirted through her orgasms?

Had others been tempted to join in whilst she was posed so openly?

She couldn't help wonder how a cock would feel the other side of her vaginal wall to the plug rather than the makeshift sex toy.

The immediate thought took her fingers once again onto her clit and she closed her eyes trying to decide whether she the new memories were an erotic humiliation too far.

There was a click, and then the room door was pushed open. Whoever was her saviour had obviously reentered the room.

...

Did she want to know who was coming in? Did she need that information? Would it make any difference? She had obviously been carried up here during a moment of sleep perhaps, or was that sleep a drunken stupor. She had been kept safe from her own actions and from her own stupidity by somebody.

But did she need to remain safe? The repercussions of the verbal works presentation were not even worth thinking about right now. It had either gone very well and the future was bright, or badly and everything was already fucked. If there was any justice, making the right decision now on the next presentation method could potentially salvage the night or at very least, take her mind completely off the unmitigated disaster.

She had a split second of decision to make as she stood there with her skirt lifted up from the tops of her stockings and her breasts loose and swinging free. The need to cum yet again was still there, her head still filled with the heady erotic humiliation that she had just willingly and deliberately put herself through, and that nagging itch still remained between her legs.

Plainly, the view of the butt plug within her completely displayed bottom had done a lot to excite countless people earlier considering the general reaction, she remembered, but also had kept her keyed up and seen her through many self stimulated orgasms with her overt sluttiness.

Maybe it was time for another? Initiated and controlled by another. Just one more couldn't hurt. If it was the company driver, there would be more of a human connection in the sex, and if it wasn't, then she didn't need to know their name and she was taking as much pleasure from the act as they were.

The person who brought her up here, would hopefully keep her safe, whichever way it went.

Decision made, and before the new entrants could close the door and get down the passageway past the toilet, she turned and knelt on the edge of the bed as she had done on the stage. This time she pushed her face into a comfortable pillow for balance, and to temporarily blindfold herself, and reached her hands around to pull on either side of her ass cheeks.

'Here you go, guys. See how this presentation looks for you.' Taking a firm hold of her flesh, she pulled unrelentingly wide to demonstrate her new jewellery to the best of its still visible proportions and to give everyone the best, most slutty view possible of her pussy at its wettest.

Would they want to remove the plug and use the newly vacated hole for themselves? If she was to be brutally honest with herself, she didn't actually care. The thought that, anything goes now, was heavily intoxicating. Emotions now completely outweighing merely physical ministration.

'Come and get it, you bastards,' she thought, arching her back to spread her hips even further, and fully feeling the heavy plug against her pussy, despite it's location. 'Fill me.'

There was a body behind her. Were there two people? She could hear breathing but no conversation, though in her head was still the all enveloping noise of the earlier crowd, whooping with pleasure at her public debasement. It sounded like there was still another person by the door, but she had abandoned care in the moment she had thrown herself onto the bed, and thought no more of it.

It wasn't even so much that she didn't care, as it was becoming extremely exciting to have the prospect of multiple people's attention. Having so many anonymous men, and women perhaps, watching her presentation earlier had been such a massive turn-on, having only two people in the room now seemed a little anti-climactic by comparison.

The man behind her was obviously excited by what he saw.

As her own hands were covering the majority of her ass for purchase and in order to spread herself as much as possible, the only place left to touch was her pussy. This was exactly what she wanted in this moment.

Finger me.

Fuck me.

Take me.

And there they were. Fingers pawing at her pussy and freely violating her with her blessing. Alternating between calming and thoughtful, and rough and obviously over-excited. Pushing in and out, he was obviously feeling the weight of the plug within her most intimate place and rubbing his fingers against her walls to experiment. He pulled and pushed on the plug and made her groan. The occasional accidental rub on her clit without it being the main focus of his attention was even more frustratingly exciting. Incidental. Careless even. Her pleasure was not within his remit and this off-hand attitude made it exponentially more exciting somehow.

His intrusion, investigation and experimentation with the plug was not about her whatsoever.

An incidental slow build to her orgasm was in progress and it was even more exciting to not know who was doing it, though she was now aching for a cock, but nor was it anyone's goal.

Was that the sound of a zip?

Fuck yes. At last.

A hardness on her pussy to match the one in her ass, pushing in between her gaping wet lips, opening her up and competing with the plug for space. Was that exciting him? No worries about being tight enough or too wet now. His grunt of pleasure only matched her groan of happiness.

She felt him inside her, rubbing his cock up and down the hardness of the plug, and she felt completely filled. His hands on hers on her ass, encouraging her to pull herself further apart as though she was going to be ripped in two, then at her hips and then wrapped in her hair.

With each thrust in, there was a natural corresponding and unavoidable push on the butt plug which stimulated in a place that had never been a consideration before. Each thrust and return, caused her ass to dilate with the movement of the heavy steel. It was like she was being fucked in both holes simultaneously.

Wow.

Why did she fancy sucking on a cock right at this moment too? Was this a submissive headspace nirvana? Who needed drugs?

He had complete control of her. She was now merely his play thing sextoy. Her body was stretched to the limit in every possible way and her first incidental orgasm was roaring up now without warning.

One wave. Two. Fuck.

Seconds later she felt him cumming too, flooding her cervix with copious amounts of spunk whilst in her as deep as possible...

and then she wanted to pass out at a rising third wave of orgasm.

Maybe she just stayed like this for a while? It couldn't hurt. Keep her presentation going a little longer. It was actually a comfortable position. Very slutty. Extremely slutty in fact, but what did it matter? Was there a second man in the room ready to go too? A third man perhaps?

The third wave hit.

What would be, would be.

She had stopped caring. Nirvana, here I cum.