Work Meeting: Cumming on Screen [F32/M29] [Oral] [Penetration] [Female POV]

I bit my lower lip to try and keep the pleasure from showing on my face.

It wasn’t appropriate – not now.

The version of me reflected in the little video square on my laptop looked like me during any normal team meeting.

But there was nothing normal about this situation right now.

If they only knew…

But they didn’t; the five colleagues on the screen were none the wiser, debating the merits of purchasing some or other new software.

‘Please don’t ask me my opinion,’ I pleaded wordlessly as my fingers clenched the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white from the intense grip.

‘Just act normal,’ I begged myself. ‘Don’t flinch.’

But it was an impossible task.

You were determined to get me into trouble today.

I wanted to scold you, tell you to go away so I could work, but I was trapped, frozen with a fake smile plastered on the face in the little window on the computer screen.

You were teasing me.

It was unbearable.

I could feel your breath on my skin; so close but not yet touching it.

It was extraordinarily distracting.

This meeting wasn’t going as I had planned.

I had barely gotten through the first agenda item, leading the team through our latest project brief, when you appeared in the doorway of my home office, that mischievous grin on your face.

I didn’t break eye contact with the CEO on screen as he elaborated on my brief, not even when you climbed in under the large wooden desk.

I tried to kick you away, but you caught my legs, kissing the smooth skin sweetly.

I put my mic off, pretending to cough, muttering at you to “fuck off” as I covered my mouth in a fake spluttering.

But you just laughed, showing absolutely no regard for my job and my desire to appear professional.

You parted my knees, and I instantly regretted wearing a dress today.

On screen, I nodded agreeably. Off screen, I could hardly breathe with your mouth so close to my crotch. I knew nobody else could see anything, but I felt so exposed.

You didn’t bother pulling my underwear down; only to the side. That’s all you needed to get the access you sought.

I tried to clamp your head between my thighs with the hopes of stopping you, but instead, it just drove you exactly to your goal.

I gasped audibly as you licked my clit in a single, broad stroke.

“Everything okay?” my manager asked.

My mic was on. Fuck.

I mumbled a vague excuse and double checked that the speaker was on mute this time. Why this meeting? Such a small group. I couldn’t turn off my camera and just tune out; I was expected to participate. But right now, my mind was too busy with “anticipate” rather than “participate”.

You laughed, nibbling down lightly on the sensitive flesh.

I bit my lip harder.

You pushed my legs apart assertively, kissing my mound before plunging a finger deep into the wetness that has been building throughout the meeting.

I wanted to force my body to stop responding to your touch, but it didn’t work like that. It took every ounce of concentration to not just close my eyes and lose myself in the movements of your finger inside me.

Surely, they must know? Someone must be able to see it on my face?

But the meeting continued unhinged.

You brought your mouth back to my clit as your finger expertly teased my insides.

It was impossible to not cave into the pleasure.

My fingers dug deeper into the edge of the desk as you worked me closer to climax in full view of my boss and core team.

It was becoming unbearable, and I knew my face could only hold its composure for so long. I was playing dangerously close to the verge.

“What do you think?” the dreaded question finally came my way.

“Hmm, please… repeat the… question…” I stumbled, trying to keep my breathing regular despite the fire between my thighs.

You didn’t stop.

There was no way my brain could come up with the right answer… I kept it vague as you kept your movements so specific. You knew my body so well; knew how to tease me, please me… the taboo of the situation made it even hotter… I could feel my pussy drip with lust as the circles of your tongue lapped up every last drop hungrily.

It was coming!

It was too much!

I…

But…

I slammed the laptop shut mid-meeting and let out a loud moan.

Fire shot through my body; a familiar tingle running all over my flesh.

The desire was engulfing me whole, spilling over.

You weren’t stopping.

Neither could I.

I screamed as I dug my heels into your back, cumming all over your face as you knelt underneath my desk on a normal Thursday morning.

When it was finally over, I fell back in my large office chair panting, limp, explosions surging through my veins.

I will deal with work later.

Right now, my own desire was all I could think about.

You stood up from your knees, taking one last gulp of me before reaching up for a deep kiss, pinning my hands down on the arm rests of my chair as you rose between my legs.

I moved the laptop aside and pushed you back onto the large wooden desk and grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants.

I knew what hardness I was going to find beneath.

You did not disappoint, standing fully erect just for me.

I climbed over you onto the large wooden surface, hunching down with a knee on either side of you, dress still pushed up, panties to the side, conveniently still wet as I lowered myself onto your erection.

No more work for today.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x9obq5/work_meeting_cumming_on_screen_f32m29_oral