t in a panic I drop down to my knees, pull my shirt from my pants and

begin to unbutton it. Then I squeeze myself between you and the table, my

haste causio bump against the table and bruise my back. All the

while you are looking down at me calmly, never once deigning to move and

give me room. I feel like a total whore, as if I'm doing all of this out of

my own sheer desperation to get at your cock. However, my haste is

justified as I hear the door open just as I pull my legs in after

me. Immediately I position myself, on all fours, right iween your

widespread legs, as the last thing I want to happen is for somebody to sit

down on a chair and bump his or her feet into me. I hear voiow,

and many footsteps entering the room.

"Well, what are you waiting for, bitch? Take my cock out and make it feel

real good," you mutter under your breath.

As the chairs around the table slowly fill with people, I reach out to your

pants and slowly pull down your zippers. I see the bulge up one side of

your pants already growing. I reato the fly of your boxers and pull

out your hefty cock, the cock that rules my whole life, and start to make

love to it. Without meaning to, I almost make the loud smag and

slurping sounds you like as I lick up and down the shaft, using plenty of

saliva to wet your manhood. I must remember not to make the sug sounds

or to gag loudly once I'm deep-throating you later. Luckily, the meeting

table is wide enough that there's reasonable space between my body and the

others' feet, but they might still bump into me if they stretch their legs,

and of course there is always the risk of someone peeking uhe table

for one reason or another!

As the meeting is about to start, somebody mentions that I am not present.

"Oh, yeah," you answer as if just remembering something. "He won't be

joining us this time as he's got something important to take care of."

I blush privately at that. If only they knew what that important thing

really is!

I'm amazed at your trol as you duct the meeting. No one would have

guessed that you're having your cock sucked all the while. I feel the

little tremors in ys but your voice is steady except for a few times

but you cover it well by coughing. It bees a sort of an involuntary

challenge for me, as despite my bitterness at the treatment I try my best

to give you as much pleasure as possible, taking the occasional spates of

coughing as my own little victories. I take your cock as deep as possible

inside my mouth - although like my boyt I've never yet mao take

the whole 9 inches - and use my throat to intensely massage your cockhead,

just the way you taught me to that sed time you used me ioilet.

My own hard cock hangs out of my opened zipper, hard, drooling and

unattended. I know better than to use my hand to relieve myself, but even

if I want to, it is impossible as I have to put both my hands on your

thighs to steady myself.

About halfway through, while another colleague is presenting the details of

the progress of the current project, I feel you tense up, give a low grunt

and then you are cumming in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of creamy mancum

floods my tongue, f me to swallow twi quick succession and then

a third time as the last squirts dribble into my mouth. I check myself just

in time before I let out that long low moan of satisfa that you're so

familiar with. It's something that you've been chiding me about for a long

time. It's an automatic moan that I make every time you finish unloading

all your manseed iher of my holes. It makes me feel like a whore but I

't help it. "There, you hear that?" You'd say. "Hear hoy you are?

That's the sound a cumdump makes when it's used properly, when it's been

royally fucked and

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