The Boardroom

I kneel, legs spread and bottom resting on my feet, perched atop the large boardroom table, shaking slightly with nervous arousal. The glossy surface reflects my nakedness up at me in wavery sepia tones; the gleam of light from the large bank of windows to my right gleaming off of the curves of my shoulder, the side of a breast, my thigh... and then the deep shadow between, a waiting, empty place.

I've been waiting since He put me here, ten minutes ago. He deliberately faced me towards the large clock, and told me to look there, nowhere else. The magnified sun is warm along my right side, the left feeling remarkably cool by contrast. As I watch the second hand tick inexorably around the clock face, I try my hardest not to think of the office block across from this room - should anyone look across at our building I will be clearly visible to them, although my hair hides my face and grants me a small measure of anonymity. Oddly, I'm not sure if the idea of their seeing me scares or excites me... maybe both? As I consider the idea, my nipples draw tight, and sparks of electricity chase across my skin, making me shudder. Definitely excited, I tell myself wryly. I imagine their reactions: shock, disbelief, disgust, interest, arousal... I bite my lip on a whimper as I shudder again. Pervert!

The door opens behind me, but I don't turn to look. I'm not allowed to.

"If you'll be seated, gentlemen," He says, and as I stare at the clock face I am peripherally aware of men seating themselves around the table. Chairs scuff and drag against the carpet, files and pens clatter onto the table, someone pours water. And then the meeting begins.

For forty more minutes I kneel there, eyes upon the clock face while they talk. I don't really pay attention to them, because by now I am trapped in my own mind. I imagine them sneaking looks at me while they work, hoping that they like what they see, that I turn them on. My breathing gets shakier and I squirm minutely as I try to keep calm. When He says "And that's it, thank you," I sag ever so slightly with relief. I made it.

And then He says, "Who wants first taste of our lovely centrepiece?" and I swear, my heart stops dead for two painful ticks of the second hand before jolting back into action, and I gasp. He laughs. "Eyes on me, Girl," He orders, and with relief I look down from that damnable clock and into His steady gaze. "Trust me."

It's not a request, it's a command, and it's with relief I surrender my will and welfare to Him. I smile.

"Right," He says briskly, still holding my gaze, "Who's first, then?"

The table creaks, rocking as someone crawls to cage me from behind, a large, hairy body coming flush along my back as equally large hands come around to cover and squeeze my breasts. I look down at Him for reassurance, and He nods. I let go, arching into the confident touch of the man surrounding me as he rubs against my back, his hair-roughened body a tease along my spine, his hands plumping my breasts and pulling at my nipples. My head falls back as he nudges my head aside to bite at my neck, and then I cry out as another hand slides over my thigh from beside me and straight into the wet heat between my legs.

"Lay her down," He says, and the man behind me moves me back until I am laid out like a sacrifice; head tipped back over the edge of the table, spread open, pinned down, waiting and willing. "Close your eyes and feel," He tells me, and I do, gasping as both nipples are immediately sucked into almost painful hardness by unseen supplicants. Someone kisses and nips at my fingers, suckling each one briefly, and someone else rubs the sensitive arches of my feet before placing them flat on the table.

My hands are taken and wrapped around hot, hard cocks. The soft skin slides over delicious hardness as I squeeze and pull at their prompting. A touch has me opening my mouth and another cock is fed into me until it slides over the back of my tongue. I swallow against the urge to gag, taking the cock deeper into my mouth, and suck as best I can as my face is thoroughly fucked.

I am the centre of a maelstrom, hands and mouths and teeth teasing and tormenting every inch of me. Mixed in with the physical sensation is the knowledge that all of this is still clearly visible to anyone who wants to look across from the other building, and I'm aware I'm exaggerating my responses ever so slightly to give a better show. And, as always, over all of it is Him. Most important is pleasing Him, because it's all for Him.

Again, a confident hand slips into my wetness, pressing up and stroking hard deep inside me. I cry out around the thrusting cock in my mouth, wetness spilling from me to coat the invading fingers. The motions of the hand continue as a tongue starts to lap hard at my clitoris, and I scream as another small orgasm wracks my body. Suddenly there is a finger pressing insistently at the tight pucker of my anus, pressing hard until I am breached and filled.

Thought is no longer possible as my body surrenders to the overwhelming sensations of fullness, of movement, and sucking and biting and licking and stroking, and I am thrown headlong into a massive, all-body orgasm. The cock is removed from my mouth and I howl as every muscle tightens hard before I explode, my orgasm literally pouring from me until I am limp and gasping, shudders chasing along my sweaty skin, tightening me on the hands which still probe and stroke inside me.

"Again," He says, and the delicious torment begins once more, taking me higher and higher before throwing me down again.

He makes them repeat this process twice more, different hands and mouths drawing more orgasms from me in different ways, until I lie, gasping for breath and drenched with sweat and pleasure. I have never come so much or so hard, and it's not just physical, either - this whole scenario is such a deliciously depraved mind-fuck and His direction means I know I am safe and free to revel in it.

"Enough," His voice is firm, and within two breaths I am completely alone. I'm dimly aware that nobody else has come yet, although my hands are sticky with drying pre-cum, and I wonder what else He has in store for me.

A touch on my face and I open my eyes, gazing at His upside-down image. He is naked, and I look past His straining cock to His face. He smiles then taps my lips with His erection. I open to him willingly, and He immediately begins to fuck my mouth, taking His pleasure from me while I moan around the hardness in my mouth, licking at the saltiness of Him as he thrusts. I willingly open to him, taking him right into the back of my throat, trying to draw his orgasm out without his permission.

He stops.

I am dazed and wrung out and slightly disappointed, so when He says, "And now... The finale. Places, please." I don't immediately register Him. When He moves around me to climb up on the table, pulling me upright before kissing me hard, I'm still little more than His puppet, so He moves me into position with whispers and touches.

I am on all fours, sweaty hair a tangle around my face, panting hard as aftershocks continue to jolt me, when He comes between my spread thighs and pushes with deliberate slowness into me. I'm still tight and sensitive after repeated orgasms, and I cry out at the near-pain and grind back onto him. He grunts and grabs hard onto my hips to still me. We are a frozen, dirty tableau, and then He says, "Look at them. No higher than their chests. Watch..."

I raise exhausted eyes to see a semi-circle of very aroused men all stroking their hard, leaking cocks. I groan loudly, seeing pre-cum shining on hard, dark tips, hands squeezing and pulling. Their breathing is loud, grunting and huffing filling the air. I feel myself beginning to come at the visceral sight and He slaps my arse sharply, making me cry out. "Not until I say so!" He orders, and I give everything I have to stopping the rising tide. It's not easy, but I do it, smiling when He says, "Good girl," stroking my sore bum gently. He begins to move inside me, his lovely fat cock dragging over swollen, sore tissues and making me arch and writhe beneath Him. The men looking on are wanking harder now, some cupping and pulling at their balls, one thumbing his tip, another lifting a foot to rest on the chair so he can play with his arsehole. I lick my lips, imagining cleaning off all that delicious, sticky fluid, and another shiver chases through me.

"Now," He says, "I am going to fuck you, and when I say so, you may come. All of you."

There are more groans from our watchers as He pulls out of me before slamming back in. He reaches around with one hand to pluck at my clitoris, rubbing and stroking while He fucks into me like we are the last two people on earth. I cry out wordlessly and He pushes his thumb into my back passage. I begin to beg as He fucks and fucks and fucks me, incipient orgasm winding my body tighter and tighter and the need to come becoming all I can think about, blanking out the circle of men around us, even blanking out the wonderful drag and push of His cock as I concentrate on not coming.

Just as I am about to go over whether He wills it or not, He calls out, "Now!" and my orgasm builds up like an orchestral crescendo, growing until it fills me and then overflows with heat and light and noise. The men surrounding us stand, one by one, and come forward to yank and pull their cocks in front of my hungry eyes before shooting their hot, sticky loads all over my face as we come and come. They collapse back into their chairs, still tugging at softening cocks as my orgasm continues to rake my body with its electric charge, and He still methodically ploughs into me.

I sag slightly, thinking I'm done, but He pulls out and notches Himself against my anus, pushing in with a burning stretch until He breaches me and hilts himself. And then He fucks my arse, playing my body like a virtuoso, dragging one last, exhausted orgasm from me before He stills and comes, pumping His hot load into me with a shout, collapsing forward so His weight pins me. I close my eyes, utterly drained and happily overwhelmed, as sleep takes me.

Slowly, I return to myself. The boardroom is empty of anyone save me and Him, the blinds are drawn, and He is wiping my face clean with a damp towel. I ache in places I didn't know I had, tremors are still shaking me deep inside, and I'm sore and sticky. I smile and arch like a cat. "Wow," I tell Him. "That was good." At His arch look, my smile widens to a grin. "OK," I concede, "Fantastic. Thank you."