Blowjob During a Video Conference [blowjob, public, cheating]

Emma peeks up at me from under the arches of her eyebrows, which flow over deep green irises as though drawn by a calligrapher. Such lines as these that dance across her forehead now, mocking me as her pillowy pink lips twist into a smile. “How’s work going?” she says from across the table.

I peer up from my laptop, heart already fluttering as my vision touches on tassels of strawberry-blonde hair. “Good as it can go,” I say, delivering a tight lipped smile. “How bout you?”

She lets out a sigh, tilting to pout with those delectable lips—tart berries in a bed of cream. “It’s going, but I’m soo bored!” Her head falls back, exposing a long neck of porcelain. “Want to make it interesting?”

Butterflies spawn in my stomach, overtaking my body with waves of erotic adrenaline. I know what she wants: for our bodies to meet in scandalous passion again, to bear our vulnerabilities in some secretive corner of the office as we nip and paw at each other, her husband and kids forgotten in streams of sweat and orgasm. The thought terrifies and excites me all at once.

“I can’t,” I say, clearing my throat. “Got a video conference in a minute.”

“Boring!” She says, puckering her lips as she rolls back over the table. Her cleavage deepens at this angle, the skin of which is flushed a light apple red. “You’d rather ramble on about nothing with a bunch of old men?”

“I just don’t want to get fired,” I say as the call comes through on my computer. I click accept, putting on headphones as a screen of faces emerges on my monitor, my own face mirrored among them, reminding me that my camera is on.

I greet the people I know. “Hey John, Dan.” They return the greeting, buzzing like baritone bees in my ear. Soon it’s all figures: organizational goals and revenue numbers dry enough shrivel a snail.

Emma watches me from across the table, a dangerous glimmer of mischief in the whites of her eyes. “You can’t escape me, Tom,” she grins.

I bat a hand to shoo her away, barely hearing her over the drone of the meeting. But as Jared Lapland drones on about the end of quarter goals, I feel Emma’s toe graze my ankle. Glancing up, I see that devious smirk as she traces her foot slowly up my leg.

I check to make sure I’m muted. “Stop it.” I push her foot away.

“Aw, Tommy, you don’t want to play?” Her eyes harden as she presses her foot against my crotch, wiggling her toes over my member. “All business, today?” I start to stiffen, and her smirk returns.

I feel her foot retract, and look up to see her dive under the table. In my headphones, I hear my name. “What do you think about that, Tom?” I try to speak, but I can feel Emma’s hand on my inner thigh, feel her unzipping my trousers.

“Well, it’s an ambitious goal, but I think we’re up to the challenge,” I say. I don’t even know what we’re talking about. Under the table, I can feel Emma’s warm breath through my underwear as she coaxes my member, kissing it through the cloth.

She pulls back my boxer-briefs, exposing my hard cock to the office air. “I knew you wanted it,” she says as I feel her lips kiss the tip.

“Fuck,” I say, staring around the empty room, searching for any unwanted company.

Jared’s voice blares in my ear. “Everything alright there, Tom?”

“Yep, doing fine. Just remembered that I forgot my lunch at home.”

I can feel a wet warmth extending along the ridge of my penis as Emma presses her tongue against me, licking upward in a rhythmic motion right at the sensitive depression beneath the tip. I almost moan, but catch myself, shuttering at the effort.

“Just run to the cafeteria real quick. We’ll wait for you,” says Jared.

“Ah, I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll get something after the meeting.”

I feel the wet warmth extend down the whole of my shaft as Emma’s mouth engulfs me, her soft lips sliding up and down, tongue flicking my tip with each upstroke. My balls are already tightening as I feel a hand squeeze around my shaft, increasing the pressure. I go rigid.

Underneath the table, I hear a slurp as Emma pulls away, sending flecks of spittle dripping over my exposed thighs. “How could you say no to me, Tom? I’m your little princess,” she says, before descending back over my cock with more vigor, shoving it down her throat until she can lick my balls. I hear gurgling sounds as the muscles around her neck contract, massaging my dick in heavenly waves.

My face goes red as I focus, doing everything within my power to maintain composure. I refuse to cum while staring into Jared Lapland’s beady, pixelated little eyes. But it’s hard to resist, and is getting harder with each frothy stroke of Emma’s mouth. God, I love this dirty little whore.

“Tom, you’re red as a tomato,” says John, over the video chat. “What’s going on with you today? Aren’t sick are you?”

I clear my throat, my neck stiff and motionless. “Low blood sugar. I’ll be fine.” I can feel Emma giggle around my cock.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she says. “It feels like you’re hold it in. Don’t you wanna cum?” I feel a tingling sensation as she sucks one of my testicles into her mouth, pulling on it lightly as her hands caress me, running up and down my shaft with a firm grasp. “I’ll clean it all up, promise. Every last drop.”

She moves her mouth back to the tip again, pressing her tongue beneath the head, licking over and over as her hands spin up and down the shaft. I can feel my balls tightening, a buildup of pressure at the base of my cock.

“Oh, baby, your tip’s swelling. You’re about to explode aren’t you?”

A bit of precum escapes my urethra, a dribble of fluid quickly lapped up by Emma’s agile tongue.

“Oh god! Fuck, it’s coming!” I say, unable to contain myself.

“What’s coming?” says Jared. I glance up at my screen to see the faces in my video call laughing.

I slam my laptop shut as I orgasm, waves of pleasure unleashing hot milky fluid into Emma’s mouth. “Fuck!” I say again, grabbing her hair under the table, and shoving myself deep down her throat as I unload. I feel her gagging around me, feel her spittle mix with my cum as it drips down onto my pelvis.

After I’m fully drained, I release my hands from her beautiful strawberry hair, now matted with sweat and semen. She stares up at me from under the table with smiling feline eyes, and then spits a massive wad of cum right onto my shirt, smearing it with her hand before dipping away, laughing.

“Goddamnit,” I say, rubbing at the goopy mess in a desperate attempt to clean it. “You evil little bitch!”

Emma emerges back into her seat across the table, hair glistening in the light. “Oh, it looks like you have some crust on your shirt. Better clean it off before someone sees.” She winks at me, crossing her legs before returning to her computer, willfully oblivious to the semen in her hair.

I watch her in awe, and after a moment she looks back at me with sultry green eyes, smiling before grabbing at a portion of her matted hair. She brings it to her nose and sniffs deeply before putting it in her mouth, suckling on the thick strands, her gaze never leaving mine.

I feel a chill run down my back as lust consumes me. God, I love my dirty little whore.

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