He was supposed to be presenting to his entire department. Charts. Numbers. Quarterly whatever. Instead I was under his desk with his cock in my mouth.
“Good morning everyone,” he said, perfectly normal, like my lips weren’t wrapped around him, like I wasn’t on my knees in the dark under there with my hands on his thighs.
I heard the call go live. Voices unmuting. Someone asking about metrics.
He started moving, slow, just little thrusts, and I had to be so careful not to gag because the camera was on his face and everyone was watching. I could see his monitor from my angle. Twenty faces in a grid, all waiting for him to talk.
“Next slide,” he said, and he pushed deeper, made me take more of him. I was so wet I was dripping on the tile floor.
He was actually presenting. Talking about revenue streams and client retention while his cock was down my throat. And I had to just stay still and take it, had to swallow around him when he thrusted, had to be silent.
Then his hand muted the mic. Just for a second.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, and pushed all the way in, and I could feel him get harder on my tongue. He unmuted before I could even pull back.
“Sorry, just—next slide is really important,” he said, and somebody laughed like he’d made a joke.
It was the hottest and the scariest because if anyone had unmuted, if anyone had—
He started moving faster, underneath where they could see him, and I was so desperate not to make noise I bit down a little on accident and he grabbed my hair so tight I felt it on my scalp.
“This,” he said to the call, his voice strained, “this is where we saw the biggest growth.”
He came in my mouth while he was talking about quarterly growth metrics.
Q3 was a really good quarter.
