Came on My Coworkers Face at a Convention Part 2 [MF]

Seems like y’all wanted to hear the rest of the story with Samantha. Who am I to deny the public? Check Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bibiw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention/)

Part 1 TL;DR – Me (6′ bearded guy) and my coworker Samantha (think Christina Hendricks with a bunch of tattoos and not, you know, the most beautiful woman alive) are working an extremely stressful corporate convention where I handle all the day-to-day and she’s an AV squad of one. Late night text about how awesome our hotel robes are turns into sending noods and eventually mutual masturbation with me cumming all over her face. Fun!

Part 2: The Convention

Setup is always brutal, but execution is always worse. No matter how much we prepared, dealing with the egos of tech bros is never pretty. The first day of the convention was crazy, I barely had time to think about how I had shot a huge load all over my (extremely competent and hardworking) AV assistant’s face and neither, I assumed, had she. We were guns blazing from 4:30AM to well after midnight. I wish I could say something fun happened that night but we just downed shots from a bottle of bourbon I make sure to keep close at hand for times when the hotel bar is closed by the time we are wrapped and crashed.

The next day was one of the worst conference days I’ve ever worked in a decently long career of doing so. A high-profile guest speaker had been added last minute, failed to provide any of the assets we needed to set up and also had rolled in roughly 15 minutes before it was time for him to speak. Samantha and I scrambled our asses off to push, prod and outright berate people, computers, cameras and lights in order to pull it off. As I mentioned before though, Samantha’s a fucking rock star and by the time this hoodie-wearing doofus made it to the stage everything was right as rain. I was running cues for this presentation but was also prepping an intern to take over the duty after our high-profile speaker’s presentation was over. My phone buzzed.

Samantha: “Can you believe this idiot?”

Me: “Tell me about it. I think he’s inventing half of the words he’s saying on the spot.”

Samantha: “When he asked if we could recreate those middle slides in Photoshop my head just about exploded.”

Me: “Haha, do you think he even knows what Photoshop is?”

Samantha: “Is that bourbon still in your bag in the storage room?”

Me: “Duh. Never leave home without it. Why?”

Radio silence. I was still at least half-focused on tech-douche’s presentation so I didn’t really think anything of it. A few minutes later my phone buzzes again.

Samantha: “Guess what?”

Me: “You’ve taken up drinking in the middle of the day because of this ass clown?”

To that, Samantha responded with one of the most incredible photos I’ve ever seen. Usually when we’re doing setups, Samantha is rocking jeans, flannels and boots. She’s no-nonsense, get shit done. However once the conference actually starts we require everyone to wear business attire. We’re professionals god damn it. That day, Samantha was wearing a gray blazer and tight slacks combo with a dark red blouse underneath that was clearly struggling, straining and basically failing to hold in her fabulous tits. In the photo she had unbuttoned the blazer and most of the blouse and had the whiskey bottle placed between her breasts, her tongue licking the cap.

Samantha: “Close…”

The tech-douche’s presentation was almost over. I could barely focus on the instructions I was giving to the intern about transitions and cues. The next presentation had been rehearsed several times and was going to be a cake walk for the kid so, in a minor daze, I handed over the keys to the hotrod and slipped out the back of the room.

My phone buzzed again. Another picture. Her tits were out of her bra and she had taken a significant portion of the neck of the whiskey bottle down her throat.

Me: On my way! (I hate that OMW autocorrects to the exclamation point)

When I got to the storage room, Samantha had strategically hidden herself behind a large pile of swag bag boxes. She was a sight though. Her jacket and blouse were still undone, her tits were out of her bra and she was sitting in a chair rubbing her pussy under her unzipped slacks.

“I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” she said.

I was already hard as a fucking diamond by this point. This beautiful, lustful creature craving my manhood. I pulled my cock out and she immediately took it in her warm, wet mouth. For a fleeting moment I thought about how insanely irresponsible all of this was, not only was I her superior but also if anyone from the convention found out we’d all get fired and probably blackballed from this type of thing in a part of the country where you can really make good money doing it. Then she put my balls in her mouth and any reservations I had were gone.

I’m not going to lie, I didn’t last long. Samantha was groaning around my cock, still rubbing her pussy with her hand down her pants and switching between playing with my balls and her tits with her other hand. I felt my balls start to tighten. In the heat of the moment I grabbed a handful of Samantha’s firey red hair and started fucking her throat. She groaned even harder and shuddered with ecstasy.

Slamming my cock as far into her mouth as it would go, I shot a huge, hot load directly down her throat. She moaned so loud that if someone had been passing by in the hallway they would have definitely noticed. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, my heart thundering in my chest. Samantha sighed, looked up at me with her eyes lined by running mascara and smiled.

“See you in there in ten. Now get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna get caught,” she said.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bm2mw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_2