The executives seemed to buy her performance. They were speaking professionally to each other and to her, treating it like a real meeting now, deep in discussion. They didn't even leer at her very much.
Their cocks might be hard—they assured her of that, when the subject came up (she certainly couldn't see from up here)—but they weren't acting like it.
Their control was remarkable to Charli, who didn't feel like she had any control.
Especially Draken. His brain was sharp, and lust hadn't dulled it. Though he frequently glanced at her, lingering on her breasts and her pussy, he never veered from his topic. The man was superhuman.
While she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Her body was one big pulsing throb.
They all knew it. Sometimes as she said, "Now we'll focus on the second point" or "Maybe you should define the term for everyone" they looked at her with gleaming eyes, enjoying—or seeming to—the way her voice wavered.
Because her pussy was both stimulated and soothed by the dildo.
Having it in there was delicious.
It was also pure torment.
She needed to be fucked. She needed to come.
So she sat there and heaved for breath, for control, and they smiled at her. Smiled at her when she wriggled in frustration and shifted position.
And every once in a while, Draken broke in with, "You hanging in there, Charli? Dildo feeling good in your pussy?"
And she nodded, blushing wildly.
"Great. I noticed you've been squirming. Still panting for that orgasm?"
At such questions, her whole body would shudder and she'd squint at him hatefully, and he'd grin.
It went on a long time.
The meeting.
A long time.
Her breasts began to throb at one point, the nipples had gotten so stiff. Her right hand flew to her left tit and clutched the flesh to ease the ache.
"Hey, Charli, baby, I saw that." Draken shook his head. "No touching yourself unless I instruct you to. Everyone has rules to follow here and that's one of yours."
Disbelievingly she let her hand fall away.
"I'm well aware—we all are, in fact—that you'd like to fuck the hell out of yourself with your hand right now, believe me. We get it. Give us just a few minutes, and we'll be done. Then maybe we'll watch you do that, or maybe we'll help you. If time permits, that is."
Draken Almatto was diabolical.
He's teasing you. He's doing it all to tease you to madness.
Charli glanced down unseeingly at the tablet. Her eyes spilled tears. Her pussy was stuffed, but it wasn't enough. She needed Draken's cock. Since she'd had it moving inside her last week, she hadn't been able to forget what it was like to feel his hugeness pounding into her, over and over. She needed relief on her clit.
It was all too much.
She'd been on edge, craving an orgasm for days.
She was utterly debased, sitting here, but that didn't matter so much. What mattered was the pain of unfulfilled lust.
Touch yourself. Just go for it. Maybe that's what he wants. Maybe he wants you to break and savagely ram the dildo into yourself while you rub your clit and finally get the relief you need.
But no. It's unauthorized. He'll "fire" you." You won't be welcome to come back here.
Which makes him an asshole anyway. Not worth your time.
So what? You want him anyway.
And oh, crap. After this was all over, how would she look these guys in the face? Because unlike last time, she couldn't tell herself she'd never see the men again.
They've seen you at your most embarrassed. They've seen your pussy weeping for sex. They've seen you acting like a stuttering idiot.
They know you'll do anything for an orgasm right now. They don't expect you to be an intellectual sharpshooter at the moment. It's okay. Maybe.
Except not coming. That's not okay.
Charli wasn't used to deprivation. The one thing she'd always had was control of her own body.
Tell him it's unacceptable. It's all too much.
And her last, desperate thought before she broke:
Don't people have safe words to cover these contingencies?
"Safe word," Charli mumbled, and she began to sob.
"Fuck, Draken, she's crying," someone muttered.
Draken had been speaking. Now he broke off and glanced at her. His mouth flattened. "Shit."
Moments later, she was in his lap, his thumb wiping her tears, his eyes assessing her. "Too much, baby?"
She nodded. "Sorry."
"It's my fucking fault," he swore. "You're in heat, and you don't know how to handle it. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain here, and I keep forgetting you're new to these games."
"It's not a game," she whispered. "I need to be fucked so bad."
"Later," he said, bending to her ear. "In my office. Right now what you need is a big fucking orgasm."
"Yes, please, Draken," she said hoarsely.
"Mr. Almatto," he corrected, kissing the corner of her mouth and reaching down to squeeze her hand.
"Mr. Almatto," she breathed. Was she imagining it, or was Draken Almatto being...maybe...affectionate with her?
"Gentlemen," he said, pulling back and raising his voice. "I'm a prick. Charli here is now our number one priority. The dildo in her cunt is teasing her and she badly needs to come. She's sweeter than sweet. I forget she's not a pro at this."
He was talking to them, but looking at her.
"Where do you want to do this?" Again he bent to murmur the question in her ear. "Let's give the guys a good view. Table?"
She nodded anxiously.
Soon she was lying on the table and discovering why Draken had asked Matthew to provide the two slatted chairs. Draken wedged each of her feet through each chair's slats. Then he spread the chairs apart, drawing her legs apart as he did so. When her legs were as wide as they could get—straining her inner thighs—he had Matthew place a couple of conference chairs between the hardwood chairs to fix them in place.
Now she was spreadeagled on her back on the table. She couldn't bring her legs together, no matter how hard she tried. The only way to accomplish it would be to turn her feet so she could retract them through the chair slats, and she wasn't sure she could even do that.
"Looking good, Charli," Draken said, whose vantage had him looking straight up her pussy. "Comfortable?"
"K—kind of."
"Yeah, you should blush," Draken said mildly. "We can see everything. Can everyone see her clit okay?" he asked the others. "Terry, you might want to come around and stand behind—yeah. Everyone?"
"Perfectly."
"It's great."
"It's good, thanks."
Draken propped his hands on a chair back. "Tell me if you need some more ease and I'll move the chairs closer together, Charli. I wanted you as wide open as possible so your clit's exposed to everyone."
Draken straightened and stepped back.
She nodded. Her thoughts were a mess. They were more like mini thought-bits.
Exposed to everyone.
Help.
Orgasm. Orgasm. Soon.
But how soon?
She felt sweat trickle between her breasts and down her temples. Her pussy clenched reflexively on the dildo, still crammed deeply into her.
There were questions:
Would Draken touch her nipples?
Would he touch her pussy?
Would he make her touch herself as he'd threatened?
Propping herself up on her elbows and peering at the men standing there in a row, she saw how improbably hot all Draken's employees were. They weren't all classically handsome, but they obviously all used the equipment their company manufactured. Some had their muscular arms crossed over their chests, others had their hands in their pockets. Either way, she could see that every. One. Of their crotches. Was tented.
The sight of the virility spread out before her was electrifying. She
was lying there with her legs wide open, facing them. They were all ready to fuck someone. And none of them was fucking her.
When she came to the huge bulge in Draken's pants, though, she dropped back down and began to twitch in a frenzy.
"Yes, we want to plow you," Draken said tenderly. "Every one of us wants to drive his cock into your very tight cunt. But right now, you're not going to get plowed. You're getting something better. You're finally going to be allowed to come, Ms. Fontina, after twelve days. I hope it will feel good. Because you've been a fucking delicious piece, a fucking good girl, and you deserve every good feeling. Thank you for sharing your horniness with us today, for trusting us, for giving us a performance we won't ever forget."
"We sure won't, Ms. Fontina," Vince, with the tattoo, said with a heartfelt sigh. "You're gold in my book."
"The most fuckable thing I've ever seen," said a stocky black-haired man. "I wish my girlfriend could meet you. Maybe you could give her some tips."
Stop talking to me like we're at a fucking barbecue. At that point, if she hadn't already been insane, she'd have gone over the edge.
"Please," she gasped.
"Ready, Charli? I can see you working that dildo with your cunt like it's a real cock. And your clit's pulsing." Draken's gaze was fixed between her legs. "You want it hard? Hard and fast?"
"Yes."
"With the dildo?"
"Yes."
"Let's get the vibe going first." Suddenly she noticed the remote control was in his hand. And between her legs, the dildo began buzzing, vibrating so powerfully Charli arched and flung her head to the side.
"I want my clit rubbed," she wailed, her brain having shut down its entire censoring function.
Draken chuckled. "Go ahead, baby. Do it with those long fingers of yours. Rub it good. Whenever you want to, reach down there and start driving that dildo into your wet pussy, baby. You can go as hard as you want."
Chapter 6
Charli gasped in shock.
No.....
She was past it at this point. Past shyness. Past dignity. Past internal editing.
But!
Even so!
"Me? You want me to do it?" she cried. "While you all—all watch?"
"Yes, while we watch. And get blue balls. You might find it comforting to know I've prohibited any dude from touching his dick in this room today. This is for your pleasure, all of it, Ms. Fontina. So fuck yourself. Show us how hard you'll work for that orgasm, how much you want it."
She almost lost her nerve.
Even now.
He'd taunted her last time that she'd rather fantasize about a dream man and pleasure herself than take a real man's cock.
Well, now she wanted a real man, even if it was just a real man operating a dildo. She wanted Draken to pleasure her.
"You. I want you to do it," she said stubbornly.
The men said something. The words didn't register precisely, but they were obviously ribbing Draken.
He came around the table, hopped onto it, and leaned down, putting his mouth so close to her ear it was tickling her.
"Baby, I touch you now and I'll spew my load with my staff looking on. Do you have any idea how crazy you're making me? Just smelling you makes me leak in my shorts. You want that?"
"Yes, yes I do. Why should I be the only one embarrassed here?"
He pulled back and grinned at her. "Because you're the one that gets off on it."
"I don't get off—oh, God, I can't argue now."
"Still blushing? You're incredible." He reached down and twisted one nipple. "Better start jamming that dildo into that pussy, baby, and working up your clit. See those guys standing there? They've earned this show. And you have, too. God knows I have."
He hopped off the table.
So she did.
The angle was awkward. Everything was awkward. She found that despite everything, despite plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy hole desperately, despite caressing her clit for all she was worth, she couldn't come.
"Having trouble?" Draken said sympathetically. "It might be because your legs are so wide apart. You might have to work hard for it. Go harder on your clit, too. Don't be self-conscious. Really work it."
Sympathy?? Nah, Draken's enjoying every moment of your suffering. They all are. And will this stop you?
No.
"Oh!" Shamefully she redoubled her efforts. When the men called encouragement, telling her what to do to herself, the utter humiliation of that almost drove her over the edge.
Oh, God.
She lifted her hips, straining, her fingers moving like lightning over her clit. She felt her pussy tightening and pulled out the dildo, thrusting it in hard.
Close...so close...
"You're almost there, Charli. You look gorgeous, by the way. Your tits are jiggling like a tornado. Isn't she pretty, dudes?"
"Awesome!"
"Spectacular!"
His words only made her think of what she'd look like from their perspective, shoving the outrageously big dildo in and out of her little cunt.
"Please..."
She couldn't do this. She was sure if she came in front of these men this way she'd never recover. They'd always remember her like this, even if they never breathed a word to anyone.
"I can't," she gasped.
"What's that?"
Even as she made the decision, it was too late. Her body was going to come. Charli smacked the dildo inside one last time and screamed.
What happened next was beyond anything Charli had ever felt before. Her whole body seemed to go numb for a moment, and then everywhere. There. Was pleasure.
The strain in her thighs disappeared. The strain in her muscles was gone. She was floating on the most unbelievable spasms of delight, clasping her from head to toe.
No self-consciousness.
No awareness of anything except pure. Ecstasy.
Blooming from her pussy outward.
On and on it went.
Sublime.
Gradually, gradually, things calmed.
First she became aware that her inner thighs were sore. Then that her hands were still busy at her pussy. She relaxed them hurriedly, let her arms drop to the table and heaved as she sucked in deep gusts of air.
"Fucking wow," someone was saying.
"Un-fucking believable."
"I just about came in my pants."
"I think I did come in my pants."
Draken wasn't saying anything at first. When she lifted her head, he was staring at her without moving.
Then she saw him school his features. "Great job, Charli," he said deeply. "That was..." He looked away, inhaled, shut his eyes, and pursed his mouth. "That was intense."
A rush of pleasure went through her. He liked that. You done good.
He went on, "I'm glad you...shit, Charli, your cunt is still working that thing. Are you still coming?"
A portion of self-consciousness returned as she realized this wasn't over yet. Even as the lovely feelings of repletion continued to wash over her, his words caused a twist of tension.
"N—no," she said, shakily. "I mean, it's like ripples. Aftershocks. Oh, God. Could you all please...go away?"
"Soon, Charli. First let's get you up."
Not just Draken, but Matthew and two others restored the room to order. Draken eased her feet through the slats and massaged her lower legs, then helped her sit up. He wiped up her inner thighs and pussy with a moist paper towel that Matthew fetched.
Draken didn't take the dildo out or tell her to. She was secretly glad. It felt good inside her still-spasming body. He held her steady while she tried to stand.
"All right?" Draken said when she stood next to him. She nodded.
"Hey, your nipples are soft, Ms. Fontina!" one man said suddenly. "That's the first time I've seen them go soft."
"Looks like that orgasm really relaxed you," another man commented. "You feel better now?"
"Draken, goddamn, where did you find this
girl?"
"Hey, Ms. Fontina, I almost didn't see it—is that a tattoo of an alligator on your hip? I saw an alligator down in Florida once when I was a kid."
Charli blushed. The men continued to talk about her and to her, commenting on her naked body, on how she'd looked when she'd come. Matthew asked her if the dildo inside her was still comfortable. One and all, they were teasing her, titillating her, and—improbably—expressing what seemed to be true affection for her.
As crazy as it was, she felt like they were her friends now.
"I, um, I want to get dressed," she mumbled.
"That's a great pity," Vince said. "I wish all women liked going naked like you do."
"I don't exactly like it."
He shrugged. "Get turned on by, whatever."
"I think you're onto something, Draken," someone said. "This is totally cool, getting Ms. Fontina to perform for us. What did you call her, a mascot?"
"Yeah, seriously, thanks."
"Yeah, thanks." That was in a dry tone, from Jude. He was taking out his phone. "I'm calling Mel. Jesus H Christ."
"It's hot, your sharing your woman like this with us," said Alex. "Any time you want to do it again, I'll fly in."
"Yeah, thanks for showing us Charli." A man who looked like Brad Pitt winked at her. "She's a perfect little pet. You're lucky to have her."
Draken didn't disillusion any of them. Charli thought he was being surprisingly circumspect about the subject of whether or not she was indeed technically his.
Particularly surprising since Charli expected him to dismiss any hint of a personal association with her.
"Glad you enjoyed it. Now everyone take a last look at Charli," he said finally. "See her tits? See her pussy? Charli, turn and show them your ass. Bend over if you feel like it, but only do it if you think they deserve it."
She did, laughing a little, because she felt pretty giddy after that marvelous orgasm.
"Might as well take the dildo out of your pussy and show it to everybody. Then all you losers are getting out of here so I can have some much-needed private time with Charli."
She gulped. "Right." She bent her knees, reached between her legs with a blush, and a few moments later she was holding up the glistening pink dildo.
While her body felt yearningly empty all of a sudden.
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