by Dark Angel
Hey, that's what I'm feeling as well. Even if none of them are fucking there to see me. I've got a show to do no matter what.
I know somebody will be there, though.
But who? Nico, with his way of being so gentle yet in control at the same time? Simon, with his unapologetic and thoroughly satisfying passion?
I've gotten to taste a few of these supreme seasonings together, and I probably want to try out a few different swirls of flavor before delving into the whole shebang again.
On the other hand, roaming through the corridors like I’m in charge of everything here and everyone, digging into the whole enchilada of a dozen Adonis executives, all with distinct heat on their own and together, it sounds really good right now. So good that the soft ripples of heat and tingling I was feeling outside have evolved into a deluge of arousal.
My mouth is dry with excitement, but the rest of me is getting flooded from that same feeling.
I swing my hips while I just own the fucking corridor. I can feel how sexy I am, like I’m setting the air on fire.
They better all be there, in the boardroom, ready to fucking see the fire I’m feeling. If any one of them is absent, they will cry themselves to sleep after hearing what they missed.
I’m exuding more confidence and more swagger than anyone in this entire building. Not that I’ve noticed anyone besides the security guard since I got here, but I know it to be true.
I’m carrying myself with purpose, feeling a conceited grin starting to form. Fuck, that feels good. I’m not used to that.
I’m here to show how hot I am on every level. Whichever men happen to be here are going to be lucky enough to watch me set the room on fire with pure carnal energy. Fuck yeah.
Whoa, I am feeling hot. Now that I can almost see the conference room, almost smell the mingling fragrances of Ethan, Tate, Owen, Tristan, not sure if I’m imagining or I can already sense who’s there; my temperature is evidently skyrocketing as I go weak and lightheaded with excitement.
I’m still pounding forward, step after step, as my heart is also pounding, and I resist the urge to fan myself with my hand.
This is going to be so fucking hot, even if nobody’s there.
Walking right into the boardroom, I can smell the wood of the conference table and the virile fragrances of Tate, Sean, Tristan, Owen—all of them.
That’ll make a nice olfactory addition to my fantasy—those commingling scents, making up a perfect fragrance of titillation.
Those low, slightly surly laughs are agreeing me with very much as well. I don’t know who they’re coming from. It sounds like a couple of different men, but it means the room isn’t empty, at least.
I finally finish making my entrance, burning up with anticipation of putting on my performance but feeling completely self-possessed and ready to take charge.
I see that it’s not just a couple or a few of the men here. This is nothing like the nice, little combinations that I’ve been spending time with.
All twelve of them are in the room, sitting and looking over at me in the doorway as if they’re expecting me.
“Alyssa.” Theo’s voice is soft yet low in pitch as he says my name. It’s like he’s calling me across a vast divide.
“I’m right here,” I answer, hearing myself sound assured and just a touch seductive.
“We can see that,” says Ethan, with a mildly jarred look on his face.
I notice that all eyes are on me and nothing but me. I get a bit of a kick out of the somewhat wide-eyed, surprised expressions they all seem to have.
I stride into the room with delicate sass. I can’t set the world ablaze right off the bat. I’m still getting warmed up, and I’m relishing in every ridiculous, sweltering second of it.
“Swag, Alyssa, swag.” Owen sounds impressed enough to be serious. I do have fucking swag.
“I feel like all of you are missing out on something.”
“On what?” Sean seems extra serious today, but he’s setting me up perfectly.
“On the show that you should’ve had last time.”
There are a few nervous laughs, which is a real first from this group. When the laughter fades into thoughtful attention, all of it directed at me; it’s like my imagination is coming to life. If only those quiet, affectionate expressions were followed by what I was thinking about that first day, just a mélange of dazzling sensations from being embraced, massaged, moving slowly into deep fulfillment.
Thinking about that old fantasy is bringing the heat way back up for me. It’s much better now, though, because now I have an array of real experiences to draw from, actual, in-the-flesh pleasure, and it can only get better.
I let out a deep breath. I can’t help it as I feel all those gorgeous sets of eyes on me, all soaking in my billowing exhilaration; it must be so obvious by now.
My hands are still fixed at my sides, though—that time is coming soon, but it needs a proper introduction.
I take a few steps further into the room. I can sense all twelve men wanting to move back, just a tiny bit, to accommodate my zealous energy. They can’t, though. They’re all magnetically drawn to me, and for good reason.
“This is not going to be an embarrassment,” I disclose, already beginning to rub my fingertips lightly around my thighs, resisting the stubborn impulse to jump headlong into it too early. “This isn’t last time. This is now, and now is the time for a show like you’ve never fucking seen.”
Chapter 28
Alyssa
My audience of twelve is captured by my statement.
They're anticipatory and quiet. A nervous wave hits me hard. All eyes are on me, and it's time to give them what I've been dying to give them for the longest time.
“Sit back, gentlemen,” I say. “Let me show you just how much I’ve enjoyed my time with you on this project.”
My arms are practically shaking as I prop myself to sit in the chair at the head of the table. I reach my hand down under me and raise the seat as high as it goes, giving the men a proper view of me. What sense would there be in my gesture without it?
I lower myself down onto the black leather chair and remove my black sling-back heels. I prop my feet up against the cherry wood table, my legs spread apart ever so slightly. It’s just enough for them to peer through and see my royal purple satin panties that were earlier masked by my black pencil skirt.
I push my knees together, my ankles still spread apart. As I shift my legs side to side, I rub my hands up and down my legs, caressing them in teasing, sexy movements. As my hands reach the top of my thighs, I shift my hips side to side giving flashes of my panties to the group.
Having the control over what they get to see of me is empowering. Especially since the first time they saw me in such a...revealed state, I was completely caught off guard.
This time, the show is mine to star in, direct, and produce.
I bring my hands between my legs and part them. As they fall to each side, my satin panties are in full view for the group again. This time, they can see the wet spot soaking through them, where my excitement is visibly pooling.
I continue to move my hands along my body, just tracing up and down, making my own skin tingle with my own touch. Each stroke of my fingers against my skin heightens my pleasure and the suspense alone, leaving me hungry and wanting more.
I bring my hand up my torso, and I trace the line of my top that reveals just the top of my cleavage, right above my nipples.
I graze my thumb against my nipple and move my hand to my other breast. Once there, I tease my nipples until they’re both hard against my fingers. I pull my hand away, and they can each see my lovely breasts just enough, with my erect nipples poking against the semi-sheer fabric of my blouse.
The men are all staring at me so intensely. Their eyes are all full of hunger for me. I love the feeling of having all of their attention. I love having caught them off-guard with my little surprise. There’s an erotic thrill to it all, and I’m soaking up every mo
ment of it.
I slip my hands into my shirt and grope my soft, round tits, and as I pull my hands off of them, I gently slide them out of my shirt, giving the crowd a full view of my naked bosom.
I squish them together for a moment before letting them fall naturally into their place against my shirt and my skin.
As I look out into the group of them, I scan across all of their faces.
Tristan is captivated. Ethan is perspiring; I can see his forehead glistening. Simon is almost drooling.
I have all of their attention, and it’s just how I wanted it.
My hand slides down into my panties slowly, and I slip my finger against my dripping pussy lips before bringing my finger back up to my clit. I rub it slowly and sensually, getting myself warmed up.
My eyes close, and I drift into those same flashes I saw on my first day here, except now, I can even put faces to the bodies that were all over me.
I first picture Theo taking hold of me and shoving his cock inside of me. I can imagine Nico between my breasts smothering his face with them. Ford is at my cunt, lapping away.
It all gets me going so hard that I unexpectedly twitch intensely and quickly feel a warm tingling all over my body. I pant and moan with each breath, growing higher in pitch with each expression.
My pussy tightens and releases and floods my panties with my own cum.
“Well, well, Alyssa. That was quite a display,” remarks Eason.
The room fills with similar expressions. They’re all satisfied and in agreement.
Well, everyone but myself.
I need them to really see just what I mean when I say I’m putting on a show.
“Oh no, love. That wasn’t all of it,” I correct him. I climb onto the board room table feistily and stand on my knees. “Prepare yourselves, boys. We’re far from finished here.”
I stand fully.
I place my thumbs through the sides of my panties and slide them down slowly and carefully, creating a beautiful, teasing image for all of the men.
I know that I am, because I’m seeing their faces as my panties come down. As I gently glide my panties down, my ass becomes visible, and when I bend down to step out of them, my naked, dripping pussy lips are revealed to the team.
I crouch down to my feet and lay myself onto the table slowly. I lift my legs up and outward, one at a time, and I trace my thighs with my fingers as they come up. I pull them away as they are planted on the table.
My hand drifts down over my pussy once again.
I look right into Ty’s eyes as I plunge a finger deep inside of myself. My face says it all:
I need to be penetrated.
My eyes are wide, and my mouth is in a big, open smile as I moan, wiggling my finger against my G-spot.
As my eyes meet with each of them, I pretend that my fingers are each of their cocks finding their way inside of me. Before I know it, I have three fingers plunged deep inside of me, searching for a way to get even farther in. I furiously fuck my pussy with my fingers hard and fast, getting myself close to my peak once more.
I see the men all fumbling with their own garments, and as I survey the table, I see that their cocks are all out and at full attention. Some of them are twitching hard watching me, and as I let out a loud moan, they grasp their cocks and start jerking at them, pleasing themselves for me just like I am for them.
The exchange is a new wave of sexiness for all of us. It’s not just about watching me...It’s about us all coming together, and the mere idea of that drives me over the fucking edge.
I squirm, with my fingers still thrusting hard inside of myself, and I am lifted into a cloud of euphoric pleasure as I squirt all over the boardroom table.
I’m coating paperwork, their clothes, my skin...fucking everything. Some of these guys are going to need new phones from how much I gush.
As I climax, I hear grunts and moans alike, and I’m greeted with a familiar feeling of multiple loads of cum spewing onto my skin to complement my own.
As I take my fingers out of myself, I scoop cum off of my pussy and my stomach and push it into my mouth and swish it around with my tongue. The taste of my cum mixed with several of theirs is fucking amazing.
I keep scooping…keep swallowing...and yet more still flies onto my bare skin, globs on top of other globs just coating me from head to toe.
There’s cum in my hair, on my neck, on my face, on my hips, against my pussy, on my feet. I just can’t even scoop it up as fast as I want to eat it for them.
As the last few drops find my body, an idea sparks in me. I’m going to really give them a finale they won’t forget. I stand up and reach into my bag, pulling out the spare slip for my dress. I put it in there, back when I still actually gave a shit about them seeing my bra or panty line…
I cover myself with the fairly sheer fabric, it clinging to my body from the cum. I open the door to the board room and walk barefoot, sex-haired, and cum-soaked out of the room. The men shove their cocks back into their pants quickly and follow me out.
I lead them through the halls of their own company, still very obviously not put together from our little display and allow their employees to see my sexed-up body as I make my way to our destination.
I get a lot of stares, especially from other women. On the exterior, they appear disgusted at the sight of me, but I know really they’re envious of my role with the gentlemen. They’d kill to be covered in their cum, walking through these halls.
We find ourselves just where I want us. The company kitchen is the best place I could have thought of for the remainder of my performance.
“Thank you for joining me, gentlemen. You see, I could have just let it all be over and done with back there, but I just had to go one step further for you. I want you to see me like never before,” I announce.
I wait for them to gather around the front of the island and have a great view of me behind it, like I’m a sexed up Rachael Ray with cum instead of EVOO.
I remove my slip, letting it fall right to the floor. I walk to the refrigerator and search for the perfect aide. After scanning the shelves, I find it. I pull out a squirt bottle of chocolate syrup and return to my set. I grab a spoon from the utensil drawer, and I put it to rest on the island.
I climb onto the island and situate myself on my knees. My pussy is now at eye level with each of them. I’d kill to just shove their faces right into it.
Instead, I take the chocolate syrup bottle and point it down at my breasts. I give it a good squeeze and let the sauce drizzle on my tits.
I lean away from them, resting my ass against my calves and arching my back. I shake the syrup onto my torso and down my pussy.
Once I’m good and striped with chocolate sauce and cum, turning me into a human ice cream sundae, I take the spoon and start scooping. I get a big heaping spoonful of cum chocolate and slide it into my mouth and swirl it around with my tongue.
The taste of the chocolate mixed with everyone’s cum gives me such a creamy, salty, sweet taste, and I’m hooked. I eat scoop after scoop after scoop off of my tits, getting every inch of cum onto the spoon and into my mouth from my tits.
It’s so wonderful, and so plentiful, that I have another spontaneous idea.
I spotted a baster behind me when we walked in. I arch my back and reach far behind me and grab it.
I remove the backing, covering the applicator hole with my finger, and I scoop cum into it by running it directly against my skin. Once the baster is full, I secure the backing and shove it into my mouth to clean off the edges.
The men are very much in approval. Their cocks find their way out of their trousers yet again, giving my performance solid appreciation, in what I would consider as much better than an applause.
I suck on the baster hard and fast, mimicking how my mouth moves around on their cocks. I lick it up and down with my tongue before pulling it away from my face.
I get up on my feet on the island and squat down as far as I can. My legs are apart, keepi
ng my pussy in full view. I reach my hand behind me and fuck myself from below with the baster full of cum.
Knowing that I have all of their cum weighing down this makeshift dildo is intense. Now I can really feel like I’m being fucked by a big hard cock like what each of them are sporting.
I watch them as they stroke their cocks, watching my toy push in and out of me. I can tell they all want it to be their cocks, too. They’re licking their lips, or breathing heavy, or moaning.
All of them. I’m driving them wild with my fuck show.
I set the baster down, balancing it on the table, and I bounce up and down to fuck it. After a few good pumps, I pull my legs down so I’m on my knees instead, and I start humping at the air, rocking the baster against my G-spot.
My nipples are hard, and my clit is throbbing. I stick my finger into Owen’s mouth and get his spit onto my fingertip. I use his saliva as a lubricant as I rub my clit and gyrate my hips forward and back against my toy.
As I reach my limit, I quickly throw myself onto my back, and I force the baster in and out of my cunt and when I gush cum I squirt the end of the tool, shoving all of their cum into my pussy as I orgasm.
I’m more full than ever, and I can’t hold all of the liquid inside of me as it leaks out, squirting all over, under pressure from the toy. I cum hard and long, soaking my front row of men.
I remove the baster from my cunt and bring it to my mouth, licking it nice and clean.
I see that my group has decided to surround the entire island and they’re clearly prepared to give me a grand gesture of their own for the second time today. I lay on the table and let my hands caress my entire body, anticipating the lovely shower.
I hear them moaning and gasping as they shoot their cum all over my body all over again…I arch my back high, letting cum pool onto my stomach and on my tits as I pinch my nipples and let them spray their loads wherever they please.
Once again, I’m coated. Their collective cum could serve as clothing with the sheer weight and volume added to my body. I love feeling it on me, especially when it drips down my pussy lips.
It serves as quite the reminder of how much of a little slut I’ve become.
