Let's Play

The Meeting

Jessika

Damien entered the meeting room first as I trailed behind him. I kept my head low, not wanting any extra attention. I could feel that my cheeks were already flaming red and I was thankful that I wore my hair down today so that I could at least try to hide them. 

Damien led us to the back of the room to the very end of a long, ominous table. Great. No easy escape for me. Damien pulled a chair over so that I was seated directly next to him. We were the only ones at the head of the table while everyone else sat along the sides. I took a moment to observe everyone in attendance. Most were older men in pristine suits who looked like they hadn't smiled in decades. To the right of my view there was one woman. She was also older but had her blond hair pulled back in the tightest bun I had every seen. It almost seemed to stretch her face into permanent scowl.

 I shivered, immediately feeling intimidated. I didn't get intimated often but this was also the first meeting I had been to with promises of a "punishment". Whatever that could mean. Damien cleared his throat, interrupting my thoughts as the meeting started. 

"Thank you all for attending. As you all know my name is Damien Hart and I am the CEO and founder of Hart Management. This here" he said, gesturing to me, " is my assistant Ms. Blake who will be observing today. I expect that you all show her the same respect you would show me."

Just as I tried a half-hearted smile at everyone, I felt Damien's hand on my thigh. My cheeks instantly reddened and I aborted any attempt at making eye contact with anyone. His hand slowly inched up my thigh, under my skirt, until his fingers brushed against my underwear. Without thinking, I attempted to cross my legs, denying him access. Instantly his gaze shot over to me as he asked "Isn't that right, Ms. Blake?", the look in his eyes telling me "the more you resist, the more attention I'm going to bring to you". 

I simply nodded, uncrossing my legs as "Absolutely, Mr. Hart" came from my lips. I looked forward at the power point, trying to focus on what we were discussing in case any more questions would be directed my way. 

Just as I was starting to get a grasp on what we were discussing, I felt his fingers again. This time, it was as they were moving my panties to the side. His thumb started moving slow, torturous circles around my clit. It took everything in me not to make a sound as his circles increased in pace, bringing my closer and closer to the edge. 

"Now as you can see, we are doing substantially better this fiscal year" he said, inserting a finger into my already soaking wet entrance. I squirmed in my seat, trying to make it look like I was just adjusting my skirt. I kept looking over at everyone's faces to make sure they didn't notice anything, and luckily they were all facing the opposite way towards the power point.

But then, Damien entered another finger. His fingers thrust in and out of me. I bit my bottom lips as the tempo increased, every muscle in my body tightening to prevent from making a single noise. My pussy was dripping wet and I didn't understand how anyone in this room couldn't hear the noise he made with his thrusting fingers.

His thumb continued to draw circles on my clit when his fingers curled inside of me, hitting my G spot. This time, I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips as I came. All. Over. My skirt.

This time, the entire meeting turned to face me. I didnt know what to do as my body was still hunched over from the ecstasy of my orgasm.

"Ms. Blake, are you alright?" Damien asked as his eyebrows furrowed, pretending to be concerned. I wanted to slap that look off of his face. He did this to me.

Instead, I smiled right back.  "I'm fine, thanks for asking. They must have put regular milk in my coffee and I'm extremely lactose intolerant. But don't mind me, continue on". I met Damien's eyes as they shown with humor. That was probably one of the worst excuses I have ever come up with.

Luckily, the rest of the meeting bought my story. The woman I mentioned earlier even snickered at my distress. Bitch. She seemed to enjoy my "suffering".

My skirt was soaking wet with my juices so I had no choice but to sit through the rest of the boring meeting. Damien was able to seal the deal with new business partners, my presence making absolutely no effect on the deal. Damien took his time shaking hands with everyone and thanking them for coming. I'm sure he was doing this on purpose, drawing out the time while I was forced to stay glued to my chair due to the cum stain in my clothing.

Finally, everyone exited the conference hall. Damien turned to me as he closed the door, turning the lock. He smiled and tilted his head, leaning against the opposite side of the table.

"Ms. Blake you were a very bad girl. You could barely stay quiet and almost cost me the deal." He walked slowly around the table until he stood right behind me. He rested his hands on my shoulder as he leaned in closer. I could feel his breath against the back of his neck as he whispered, "you thought that was punishment? Let me show you REAL punishment."

My heart rate quickened as his hand wrapped around my throat. He pulled me back by my neck, causing the chair to lean back as well until it rested against his stomach.  I felt his tongue lick up the side my neck and circle around my ear. My pussy throbbed, begging for him to continue.

That was until someone knocked on the door. Someone wiggled the door knob. All of a sudden, the lock moved. Whoever was knocking had a key. Within seconds the door swung open...

"Mr. Hart, I just wanted to see how..." and in came Will. Staring at us with wide eyes...