CEO The Presentation Pt. 02

CEO Presentation 2

Time was an abstract construct. Was it passing or was there just a feeling of déjà vu right now? That's the trouble with alcohol; it confuses the mind and alters perception. Plus the slightly heady feeling from the lack of fresh air and the fact her head was lower than her body.

She wasn't even positive that the cock that was being pushed into her pussy, past the plug in her ass, was real. It could well have been a strap-on or dildo in there rather than an actual man's flesh or it could just have been her own fantasies playing with the sense of reality. She had plenty of fantasies.

There was definitely a fascination with her plug. She felt it tugged at and rotated, by both rough and smooth hands, who clawed at it both abusively and gently. How many people were gathered around her ass right now? It didn't bear thinking about it.

The alcohol she had consumed kept her on her knees but fatigue was keeping her hands from holding her ass open. Her shoulders sagged, and she slumped head first into the pillow, the only goal was to stay where she was and take a good fucking.

She needed that.

Clack.

What was that?

Someone else was taking over. They sat on the bed beside her. Over her somehow, and reached for her ass. They took the place of her hands and then delicately interchanged between holding onto her ass cheeks and stroking her back and smoothing down her hair.

Sensitively.

Kindly.

Soothingly.

Reassuring massage, almost, on her back, interchanging with the insistent stretching of her ass. She was feeling very spread but all the better for the ingress and use of her pussy by whomever was behind her.

A person was speaking and she recognised the woman's voice, despite the muffled sound from being in a pillow. It was the conference organiser. The faraway vocals held the same timid nasally tone that she had heard earlier.

The clack must have been from her glasses being put down on the bedside units. Prepared to stay there a while then, huh?

Her first thought was that this woman was an interloper. Come to steal the focus and deny her attention. A negative emotion. Part of her despised the woman. She was weak and useless, and had abandoned her duty after introducing her to the stage earlier.

On the other hand, from what she remembered of her, she was not her rival for anyone's affections, especially the driver's. She wasn't acting a dampener to this particular party though either. Her weight on the bed beside her was helping her stay in the pose she had taken and provided reassurance that yet again, someone was looking out for her in this time of drunkenness.

Her first thought had been wrong.

She was a comforting presence right now. The fucking she was getting felt better for being stretched wide, and every now and again, the girl had the presence of mind to wrap her finger around her thigh to caress her clit, a consideration that seemed to increase the heady feelings of sluttiness just by the nonchalance of the act.

How did she know to do that?

The man at her rear was being very enthusiastic, and popped out on the out-stroke, banging back awkwardly against the plug. Soothing soft hands handled the situation, stroking her ass and pussy before eventually guiding the man back in to continue his pumping. She then worked the butt plug softly in and out between his thrusts to make sure it was completely comfortable and that she was being totally filled in both places.

She was an ineffective conference organiser, but this was obviously her calling. Her original thought that she had never had sex, but that had either been obviously wrong, or she had spent a lot of time watching porn. She knew exactly what was needed and not shy about assisting.

Ejaculation.

The man grunted and then groaned through his release.

She felt it spurt deep inside her.

That felt good.

A second pump. Fuck.

The man was out now but the girl's hands temporarily took his cock's place, soothing her bruised lips and massaging her back and ass cheeks once more. Her fingers spread her pussy and stroked her labia.

Comfortingly.

She seemed very adept at that; this can't be her first rodeo.

No encouragement to move though. This experience was not yet over. The other woman kept her steady on the bed. She felt a drop of liquid, obviously spunk, drip from her pussy to her thigh above the stockings. She could feel the moisture cooling her heated skin. She felt soft hands gently stroke where it had fallen, teasing it off her flesh and returning it to her open pussy. Easing it in and mixing it back with the rest of the deposit. Now she was being gently finger-fucked to keep her calm. Teasingly, as though the fingers knew exactly what to do. Not too deep. Not too hard. Soft but persistent.

Part of her was aghast that a woman was performing this simple act of kindness, but it felt too good to complain, and it was exactly what she needed in that moment.

There was a lot to be said for rough and often brutal, inept excited men's fingers in her most private of places, but also now apparently for the soft experienced fingers of someone who knows what is actually needed. The contrast was explosively exciting and she felt an orgasm sweep her body once more to the indiscernible yet excited hubbub of noise in the room.

The visual act was obviously having a positive effect on other men. Barely had she registered her experience, then a second cock was at her rear. There was a hand mauling at her butt plug as though trying to rip it out. Did he want to fuck her ass? She felt that she was in training but not quite ready yet for that sort of thing yet. The woman's hands had been at her stocking tops, squaring them up and straightening the suspenders; presenting her open ass to the very best it could look, but now she felt the plug being gently tugged from the man's grip and manipulated back into its hole.

She was glad and groaned with relief.

Having it there felt good.

Her anus felt pulled and stretched, opened wide and then gently closed around the plug's shaft. Was this only the medium size? A passing thought was wonder at the larger version. It was making her feel full, but she needed her pussy used right now; a selfish desire for yet another cum.

Slurping noises now? Was the girl fluffing a random cock? Making it as hard as it could be before... fuck yes. The hands had pulled her pussy wide and the spunky wet target, adorned above with a bright red jewel, had been enough to make the man ram straight in up to his hilt.

How long had he stood watching and getting excited? Whoever it was, was not important. This man had girth on his side and she was grateful to the soft hands on her ass cheeks to smooth the way for him. She felt every inch as the cock bounced against the bulbous head of the plug on the other side of the vaginal wall in her ass, his balls swinging each time, up and against her clit. Every thrust banged the plug up and down, tugging at toy. Was this what a double fucking felt like?

She felt delirium as though an out-of-body experience was occurring. Nobody seemed interested in her as a CEO or a boss, but merely as a slut with her wares on full display and the session organiser doing an amazing job of both protecting her interests and exploiting her attributes for their mutual gains. No doubt her approval rating would be through the roof after this.

Another fucking orgasm.

She felt herself clamping around the girthy cock as it continued it's strokes in and out. She should have been feeling rubbed and sore by now, but the soft hands holding her ass wide were doing their job well, and she felt nothing but bliss.

Evacuation again. The cock slipped out of her well fucked pussy now and a literal tidal wave of spunk followed him out. So strongly, she could hear the steady drip of it onto the bed sheets between her legs. He seemed spent and slightly unsteady on his feet, knocking into her stiletto heels as he backed away from her rear and out from around her legs.

Again, she felt the tender after-care of delicate little fingers on her lips as though checking for abrasions. Moisture was being applied now around the shaft of the plug. It had been an initial concern that bloody thing would fall out, then a mild worry that it would never come out ever again. Now, it felt like a natural addition to her body and keeping the shaft moist just stopped any possible annoying rub.

Now a third cock was probing at her pussy. Third, or possibly the first one reinvigorated once more.

She could hear slurping and sucking, obviously being made as hard as possible in a mouth and then, fuck, it was inside her. This time, a hand was clawing at her hair, trying to wrap it into a palm. This was a controlling son of a bitch, and normally she wouldn't have minded a bit of hair pulling, but she really didn't want to see what was happening.

Keeping her face in the pillow and her senses blurred, she felt she could enjoy the repeated fuckings without having to qualify or rationalise it. There was such an air of mystery and anonymity, she felt that her participation was merely in her mind. Putting faces to the people around her would just destroy the fantasy especially if she didn't like the look of them.

Someone had brought her safely up to the room and someone, most likely the organiser, was doing her level best to keep her comfortable and presented alluringly slutty in this self created predicament. Now was not the time to look up and spoil any allusions so she was grateful to find the hand gently but insistently removed from her head. Her hair was smoothed back down over the pillow.

She was getting used to the feeling of being very full between her legs now, almost counting on the thrusts to rhythmically shudder the heavy bulb of the butt plug in time with the rising waves of pleasure against her pussy.

Orgasm came easily and obviously for anyone watching. The distant scream she heard, was actually from her own lips and her spasms were just encouragement for further hard thrusting from the man behind her and stroking from the soft delicate hands holding her so far open.

That last orgasm wiped her out and she closed her eyes for respite.

...

Again, time had passed but she couldn't have said how much of it had. She expected to feel sore and bruised, but surprisingly didn't. Constantly having herself stretched wide throughout the experience had worked wonders. The smell of spunk was all encompassing and at any other time would have turned her on once more. This time, however, she didn't feel she had another left in her.

She was lying on her side, and it felt like... yes, the plug was still in. Why did she feel relief at that? No one else was in the room as far as she could tell. Her pussy felt very used and there was a trail of spunk down both her thighs to the stocking tops. She was still just about wearing her blouse, though it was pulled out of shape and had torn slightly at the seam under the armpits.

Had she anything else to wear?

Whatever.

Time for a clean up and piss.

She fully removed her face from the pillow, aware of the many smears of makeup on the case and hair across her face as she sat up straight for the first time in goodness knew how long.

A glass of water was already on the bedside table beside a pair of glasses.

Someone was still looking after her.