Conference Room 2B

It started off as an ordinary Wednesday night. He had to go to the rink for a coaches meeting and I tagged along to work on some writing. One of my guilty pleasures is getting out my dirty thoughts and desires in public. Knowing that no one suspects my wholesome looking self to have her filthy mind flowing out of her finger tips. Plus, I had lost a bet and owed him some road head, so I would settle that up on the ride home.

We were there later in the evening, all the rink hustle bustle had died down and it was men's league on the ice pads. I love the grimy, sweaty smell when you first through the arena doors. I love hearing the sticks, skates and the echoes of hollers and chirps. I love the fresh chemical-esque ice air that tickles your nostrils. Hockey has always been a much loved part of my life and the fact that my man lives for hockey is such a fucking turn on.

He makes his way to the conference rooms on the upper level, kissing me quickly and teasing me not to get too horned up watching the fellas on the ice. I laugh and give him sex eyes before I head off to watch the mismatched jerseys sail around and find my way to a bench. Once I get settled, I glance toward the ice and notice someone that looks familiar.

A couple of months back, I had started sexting with a guy that I met out with my bestie. My man had tasked me with a list of a few naughty things that night and one was that I find a guy to potentially have some fun with. Another involved a female and my God, did that ever end up hot... but that's a story for another time.

It'd been a week or so since Hockey Dude (or HD as my man refers to him as) and I sent some racy texts. Our last exchange involved videos of each of us masturbating. Barely any words, just short clip after clip sent rapid fire.

My snapshots involved my phone set up on a tripod, filming my legs spread and feet resting on either side of my full length mirror. In the reflection between my legs, the camera captures a plug stuffed deep inside my asshole and my hand thrusting my big black dildo into my tight pussy. Cum is seeping out as the mic picks up the squishy gush of my pleasure. My bright red nails are working my clit and gripping the base of dildo.

I'd quicken and slow the pace, careful not to cum as my man had instructed me to just edge myself. He wanted to feel my pussy absolutely convulsing on his cock later while we read my text exchange. When he dictates the boundaries of my pleasure, holy fuck. The sub in me is so eager to make sure I follow his wishes to an absolute T.

HD understood the assignment. Standing directly in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, holding his phone with one hand, he strokes his cock slowly and firmly with the other. His gaze is directly into the mirror and he's got this look in his eye like he would fuck the absolute life right out of me. While I watch this snippet, I imagine myself on my knees, him and my man both in front of this mirror, me moving from cock to cock. Sucking, licking, choking while my man holds my hair back and tells me what a good slut I am.

He films himself in this exact stance for a few clips that he sends me before his finale, where he ejaculates directly all over the mirror. I watch his face and body twitch and convulse and the cum stream hard out of his body, coating the mirror. As I rewind and watch him do this a few times, I imagine it was my torso he was laying it on thick after he fucked me while my man hovers over top, my lips suctioned around his balls.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my phone light up, which jolts me back to reality pretty quick. My man let me know they've nearly wrapped up and I should pop in to say hi while they chat about some plans for the upcoming season. I gather my things and as I make my way up the stairs, I can feel eyes on the sway of my hips. I give a slight glance over my shoulder and smirk at one of the arena employees. Whenever I see him, he always has a flirty look in his eye. He's a real cute twenty something that has big dick energy and without a doubt knows what to do with it. I feel my pussy get a little extra juicy and I wonder if it's going to show through my pants. My man will just fucking love that.

Upstairs I head down a corridor that's lined with a number of conference rooms. Everything is eerily quiet, I can hear the squeak of my sneakers and the slaps of the puck against sticks. I grab a handle and push my weight into the door of the room they usually use. It's dark and I realize I've made my way into the wrong room. Surprised to find it unlocked and unoccupied, immediately that pulse in my pussy reappears.

Leaving as quickly as I entered, I hustle down the hall until I see the glow of an opened door. Strolling in, I feel my man's eyes on me immediately and there goes the juices between my legs again. Surely the crotch of this jumpsuit has got to be showing a dark, damp oval. I chit chat for a few minutes with the others while my man wraps his arm around my waist and sneaks an ass grab. We both get so turned on from secret little public displays and I can tell from the grab that he's got the same revved up energy that I do. In the interest of moving things along, I excuse myself for the washroom before we hit the road. As I leave, I raise my right eye brow and he gives me a look like he knows I'm up to something.

The hallway is still abandoned, thankfully. There is a custodian cart way down at the other end which indicates to me that our time is limited but not up. I sneak back into the room and get to work.

I pull out my phone and shoot him a message to meet me in 2B. I place my oversized black leather bag on the edge of the table, and switch my phone's camera to a self facing video, resting it against the bag. I've got a cropped hoodie over top of my jumpsuit, so I unzip and take it off before I slip the thin jumpsuit straps down over my shoulders. Shimmying the tight fabric over my hips makes my tits bounce around and I look down and see the wet, shiny evidence of my desire on the fabric. My nostrils fill with my sexy scent and I toss the sweater back on, keeping it open at the front so that my breasts are exposed.

As I was stripping down, I noticed that the blinds were half drawn on the windows that overlooked the ice pad where the men's league was playing. It gave me such a thrill to know that when I was bent over and looking towards the ice, I would be able to see some helmets and sticks. If they catch the right spot, maybe one of these dudes would be able to see me, with my big bare ass waiting impatiently to get railed from behind.

I spread my legs as far as the fabric of the jumpsuit would allow and lean my torso over the laminate table top. The moment my nipples touch the cool surface, I can feel them hardening, goosebumps cascading down my body. My clit is swollen and thick with juice and I am ever so gently pressing my mound against the desktop. I keep it pressed and then grind my hips from side to side, thinking of the glistening trail that will be left behind once I'm through.

Out in the hallway, I can hear someone approaching the room. It doesn't quite sound like my man, but then again, I'm not at my best listening position. A second set of feet are coming from the opposite direction and voices greet one another. Both parties stop just outside the door and I am absolutely certain at this point that neither murmurs are coming from people that I know. Being half naked, in a public place, with a very good chance of getting caught has me so turned on that I actually dribbled out of my hole and can feel it running down my leg.

I am so acutely aware that when that door is opened and if it's not the delicious cock I'm waiting for, there is nowhere for me to hide. They will see me standing flat, feet clad in sneakers, jumpsuit resting on my thighs, body bent over the table. This really gets me going and I slip my right hand under my body, wasting no time getting to my pussy. With my arm sandwiched between my body and the table, I spread my lips with my index and ring finger and began strumming and dancing my middle finger against my throbbing clit.

Keeping my eyes on the door, I can see the shadows of the voices in the panels of frosted glass. If I can see them, can they see my silhouette? Can they hear the flick of my finger in all my wetness? Would someone come in to take a peek and then end up joining?

Remembering that my phone is recording, I turn my face to look into the camera. Watching myself being so naughty has me unbelievably turned on. Thinking of droplets of our cum on this table while he fucks me quick and hard makes me reach down further and circle my hole with two of my fingers. Playing with myself is totally fine and fun, but I desperately need to be filled up and completely drilled.

Listening intently, I hear another set of shuffles and I recognize the gait. As my man makes his way closer, I see the shadows of the other two start to fade. Without skipping a beat between my legs, I kept myself occupied while I wait. For someone who's usually a vocal slut, I did well at staying muffled. But, with the lead up and the turn of the doorknob, my moan releases from my throat.

"Ohhh ... what do we have here?" he asks as he slowly saunters in. I hear the click of the door and he closes it and he walks up to me from behind. My man wastes no time and crouches down, resting on the balls of his feet so he can watch me play. The sensation of him being mere inches from my exposed and vulnerable holes drives me absolutely wild.

I lift and shift my body so I could move my arm down further to try to get deeper at my pussy. He knows this is an act of near desperation: I am struggling to give myself the actual stretched and filled up pleasure that I'm needing. While I do this, I feel a hand on each of my cheeks and he's spreading me slow and wide. As he does this, we both get a whiff of the sweet, slightly sweaty smell of how turned on I am and he gives a low "Mmmmm"

What I am dreaming of is his tongue licking me from bottom to top, I want to get tongue fucked so badly but am very mindful of the fact that any of the staff could come around at any given second. It's getting real late and I'm pretty sure it's the last few minutes of men's league. I look into the camera and can see him rising up from his haunches. I hear the clink of his belt buckle and the unzip of his pants. I know that yet again, my pussy dripped right into the fabric that is still wrapped around my thighs. For a second, I come out of my sex daze when I hear the whoops and hollers, the men slicing into the ice with their skates and banging the puck around while I wait for my own filthy banging.

He spits into his right hand, gives himself a couple of strokes and then positions the tip of his cock right against my pussy hole. Pausing, he tells me to look into the camera. What he wants is my face captured at the moment he enters and begins to stretch me out. Using his left hand, he pulls my hair off my face and into a half pony tail. Grabbing my hip, he slowly but forcefully pushes himself inside and I have to bite my bottom lip to soften the sound of my pleasure. Watching us in the camera, me holding on the top edge of the table, his hands all over my hips and hair, only seeing his torso thrusting into me. Holy fuck it's so hot.

I bet when we watch it back, he'll tell me he'd love to see me do this exact same thing and have multiple guys come to use me, filling as many holes as they could get to. Thinking of the view from the side, me flat on my stomach, legs spread, his cock in my pussy and the arena attendant standing in front of me and working his way down my throat. I know my pussy is clenching from both reality and fantasy and I'm holding on for dear life and trying not to cum without permission.

Reading my body and my mind, he's going at me quick and dirty and telling me to let the waves roll. Usually I wait to cum at his request but there isn't much time and he knows it will take me mere seconds to slather him up, all hot and creamy. Even though I'm letting my pleasure take over at my own free will, he doesn't miss the opportunity to order me around and tells me to not take my eyes off the camera. He wants to watch my face the entire time.

I can hear the game below has started to slow down and I figure they're at time. My legs have been spread wide as my jumpsuit will allow so he gets as deep as possible, but in the interest of getting him to dump his hot load inside of me in the next few moments, I bring them together and put myself up on the balls of my feet. This gives him a different tightness and depth and I can feel him get even harder inside of me.

He brings his face down close to my ear and tells me he wants to hear me beg for it. Still looking into the camera, "Daddy, please make me your cum slut" I gasp as he begins railing as hard as he can. I ask him to give it all to me, I want to feel it slide out of my pussy as I stand to pull up my jumpsuit.

Letting go of my hair, he moves his hand to my throat and pulls the back of my hoodie down so it's off my back, but my hands are still caught in the sleeves. He balls the fabric up so that I'm restrained and presses his free hand into the small of my back. Holding me in place as he shoves himself deeper inside, I watch in the camera as he begins shaking as he tries to muffle his moan.

The moment that cum releases from his cock, my pussy tightens right up and starts quivering against him. Before he pulls out, I ask him to give me a couple more pumps. I love the feeling of him shoving it up as far as possible. As he grants my wish, we hear the sticks bang on the boards and he looks toward the window.

The ice got so quiet because nearly all the players on the ice had stopped to watch us. He slaps my voluptuous cheeks together and the guys raise their sticks and give a cheer. Still bent over, I prop myself up on my forearms. Looking over my shoulder, I tell him I can't wait to suck myself off of him on the ride home.