Elisa McKeanna-- Chief Legal Officer 7:51 am
It was supposed to be a standard day in the office when Elisa showed up to work. She led the corporate legal team and was scheduled to conduct a job interview for a potential hire later that morning.
At 8 am, she was called into the boss's office. It was normal to be summoned for impromptu legal services. With a company as large as theirs, there were always issues popping up and it was smart to err on the side of caution.
Elisa entered the large office where she saw an unusually nervous Mr. Callahan, who was far from his confident self. Before she could exchange the usual greeting or take a seat, a bombshell was dropped on her.
"I need your help," Mr. Callahan said with a forced smile.
"Good morning to you, too. How may I assist?"
Elisa stood tall and with the posture of a military officer, assuming it would be another quick exchange of legal advice. Usually she could answer his questions immediately, rarely needing to do research.
"I have a big meeting with investors today," he said, getting to the point. "They're willing to put $200- $300 million dollars in our firm over the next decade. European clients."
"Any of them single?" she asked with her trademark dry humor.
"Look, you know it's still a man's world. Strippers, escorts, you know the drill. It's standard for New York business dealings."
"Are you okay, sir? You seem incoherent."
Elisa was forced to give her boss a critical eye, wondering if he was having a nervous breakdown. She had seen this before. It was normal for intense pressure to get the best of someone.
"I'm fine," Mr. Callahan said. "It's just that my favorite assistant, Mindy, quit this morning."
"That's unfortunate, sir."
"Yeah, well, it's really unfortunate. Can you keep a personal secret? I know we talk a lot, but this is highly sensitive information."
Elisa nodded. "Of course, sir. Whatever you tell me in private will always be confidential, unless it presents a danger to others, or this company."
"I've been enjoying a sexual relationship with her for the past year. I mean, my god, she was the best!"
Mr. Callahan sighed in regret and Elisa was annoyed by his pathetic whining and self-pity.
"That's not a big surprise," she answered. "I got that impression from her. It's common practice for men in high positions to hire strippers and escorts as their office pets."
"Yeah, but she was different. She was the best. The absolute fucking best."
Elisa was unmoved. "She was the best because of the paperwork she put on your desk? Or what she did underneath your desk?"
"Underneath," he meekly replied. "She gives the best... nevermind..."
"She gives the best blowjobs?" Elisa said with a raised eyebrow. "Good for her. I'm assuming you're going to be sued by this woman. Sexual harassment, wrongful termination, discrimination? Pick your poison."
He shook his head. "I told these clients all about my special assistant. I promised them some friendly relief after the long flight over here."
"They'll have to attend the meeting without receiving oral sex. I'm sure they'll somehow survive."
"That's not the point," he replied. "If I can't deliver on a promise, then my reputation is in the trash."
Elisa didn't flinch. "They'll survive. So will you."
"No I won't. My job depends on closing this deal. We're having a rough patch lately."
This time, she sighed. "As chief legal counsel, I cannot advise that you hire a sexual professional to help with this. But as your friend, I'm sure there are plenty of women you can call."
"Well... I'm talking to a gorgeous woman right now."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Me?"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But you get what I'm hinting at, don't you?"
"You want me to perform as your little sex kitten?" she asked dryly.
"Everything discussed in these meetings is highly sensitive financial information. I can't just let anyone walk through those doors."
"Fair enough, but I think you've lost your mind, with all due respect."
"I need you," he said firmly.
"Why not ask someone else that works here? Someone younger."
Mr. Callahan softened his tone. "You dated Brett Leonards a few years ago, didn't you? I remember he told me a few, umm, things about you."
"A few things, like what?" she asked, seething with her arms crossed.
"Promise you won't be mad?" he gulped.
"What did Brett say about me?"
He gulped again. "Well, I was told that you give world-class oral sex. And that you have a fantasy of being used by a group of men."
It took every ounce of energy in Elisa's being to keep herself composed like the high-quality lawyer she was. However, her poised demeanor was on the verge of collapse, something she couldn't allow in the workplace.
"Never repeat that statement," she fumed with laser beam eyes. "If I ever hear that again, I'm quitting on the spot and I'll file a lawsuit. Understood?"
He nodded profusely. "Our secret forever. But this is an emergency. We're on track to have another quarter of losses. Our competitors have received huge investments from Asia. Unless we can match them, we may have to explore the possibility of big layoffs."
The last word stopped Elisa in her tracks. Layoffs? It felt like a gut punch. She loved this company and everyone who worked here, from the CEO to the janitors. She'd do anything for these people. They were family.
"How many layoffs are we talking, hypothetically speaking?"
Mr. Callahan sighed. "It depends. Maybe two dozen people in miscellaneous sectors. With stocks sliding, it could be worse in a few months."
"Oh god," Elisa groaned. "And you think schmoozing with your investors will work?"
"These kinds of people need to feel like they're being catered to. It's part of bonding and creating friendships."
She raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you want? Be blunt. I'm interviewing someone for a job after this and I have a tight schedule after that."
The eyebrows of Mr. Callahan arched together; he had something else in mind. Something new, it seemed.
"What does she look like?" Mr. Callahan asked. "Is she that cute Asian girl who was here last week applying for the paralegal job?"
"Possibly. I've never met her before, but people say she's sweet. Why are you asking? Are you.... no way... don't even ask."
Mr. Callahan dropped to his knees, right in front of her. Once a proud and arrogant man, he was now reduced to begging.
"Just this once," he pleaded. "I know I'm asking a lot. But..."
"Get up, please," Elisa groaned. "I'll consider it."
Mr. Callahan stood up and re-composed himself. "You have no idea how many jobs you could be saving in this company. Believe me, your sacrifice will be remembered. I'll make sure everyone at the top knows about this."
"Discreetly, of course. I don't want this spreading around. If this will help save jobs, then it's worth it."
The boss hugged her and whispered all of the scandalous details in her ear. Things that were needed. She'd do anything for her company, but her limits were being pushed to uncharted territory.
Chrissy Wong -- Paralegal Interview 9:12 am
There was a last minute change of plans and Chrissy had been informed that the final job interview would be conducted earlier than expected.
She waited obediently in the lobby of the legal department when the door opened and in walked Ms. McKeanna, boss of this division. From her perspective, the lawyer had the aura and presentation of a powerful woman, who was in a slightly bad mood.
"You must be Chrissy Wong. Good morning. I'm Elisa McKeanna. I'll be interviewing you today. Please follow me into my office."
They shook hands and she scurried behind the legal chief who walked briskly into the office. The door closed and they were face to face. There was no formal greeting or anything. It was straight to business.
"Let's get to the point," the top lawyer said firmly. "You can have the paralegal job right now, no further questions asked. Or you can be my personal legal assistant -- handling major corporate cases -- in which case you'll have to go through a brief, but rigorous process. You decide. Do it fast."
"Your personal legal assistant?" Chrissy chirped, shocked that a prominent new position was now available to her.
"Correct. Your office will be near mine. You'll be entrusted with corporate secrets. More work. More responsibilities. More advancement opportunities. And of course, the salary is quite generous."
Chrissy's mind fluttered at the chance to be in the mix of things. In her work history, she had never moved up the ladder so fast. Young people were typically expected to start small. But to start by working for the legal boss? It was nearly unheard of.
To her, this was more than a job. Her parents had raised her to become an alpha-woman, of sorts. The prestige meant everything to her, and although naturally shy, she was confident she possessed the qualities necessary to rise to the top.
And at the same time, she found herself becoming aroused at the notion that she'd get to work beneath this strikingly gorgeous professional.
Like many women, Chrissy was attracted to powerful figures.
"Working for you sounds great," Chrissy said with a squeaky voice, holding back her excitement. "I'd love to be your legal assistant."
The lawyer's eyes roamed up and down. "Excellent choice. You fit the bill for what I need. Ready for another round of questions?"
Chrissy nodded and put up a strong front. "Oh yes. After the strenuous interviews I've done in the past two weeks, I'm ready for anything."
"That's what I like to hear," Ms. McKeanna said. "First, I need to know that you can keep a secret."
"Always. As a paralegal, I'm often trusted with highly sensitive information. It's a critical part of my job. My reputation and list of references speak volumes."
Ms. McKeanna nodded. "Secondly, how adventurous are you?"
Thinking fast, Chrissy thought of some examples. These were hardly your typical job interview questions.
"I enjoy fun things, camping sometimes. Snowboarding. I took my dad skydiving once on his birthday. That was a lot of fun. As far as something more relevant to this job, I was in the debate club in college."
Ms. McKeanna nodded again. "Thirdly, how loyal are you? Are you a team player?"
"I'm very loyal and very team-oriented," Chrissy replied without hesitation. "I've made lasting friendships in all my previous workplaces. That's how I am. I'm a people-person."
"So you'll do anything to keep everyone's job safe?"
Chrissy was stumped for a second. "I'll do anything in my power to help everyone here. I can promise you that."
"Those answers will do, given the present circumstance. Here's the situation..."
Ms. McKeanna spent a few minutes detailing the financial woes of this company along with all the measures that were being taken to woo the new clients.
As the ever articulate Ms. McKeanna spoke of the unusual battle plan, it became a dizzying blur, but Chrissy was able to pick up on certain financial buzzwords, like "big investments" along with threats of "layoffs" and figures relating to "quarterly reports."
Through the haze of it all, Chrissy also picked up words such as "group sex" and the need for "blowjobs" and "memorable sexual performances."
It seemed as though the pinnacle of big business and kinky sex had collided, morphed together in the most obscene way imaginable, and Chrissy was now at the epicenter of the storm.
Her pussy had also never been wetter.
"Hello?" Ms. McKeanna asked like a doctor who was waking up an unconscious patient. "Did you catch what I said? You suddenly seem light-headed."
Chrissy snapped out of the trance. "Yes, I heard that. Something about ... err... giving blowjobs to some investors."
She blushed the moment those words accidentally left her mouth. This was supposed to be a job interview for the biggest step in her life! The last thing she had ever expected was raunchy sex talk with the legal chief.
"It's part of my ethical duties to this corporation," Ms. McKeanna said in a formal manner. "Still interested? Or do you want to be a regular paralegal for the department?"
She made a snap decision.
"Yes, I'm interested."
Ms. McKeanna remained stone faced. "Follow me. We have work to do."
As they walked down the hall, they spoke openly about the job; pay, the hours, flexibility, and all the standard details involved when starting a new position.
They went towards a small office nearby that definitely belonged to a woman. It smelled like perfume and there were flowers for decorations.
"This is a former employee's office," Ms. McKeanna said. "I'll need to change my appearance for the meeting. Now let's see what we have to work with."
Opening the office closet, the legal chief sifted through a variety of outfits on different hangers. At a glance, everything appeared to be standard office attire. Upon closer inspection, they were anything but...
Without a hint of warning, the boss stepped out of her heels and unbuckled her belt. She removed her pants to reveal her toned long legs. Finally, she removed her stockings and panties.
"Your... your pussy is showing," Chrissy noted, dumbfounded by the naughty and unexpected visual.
Ms. McKeanna stood comfortable in her skin. "You're going to have to be a little more relaxed if the plan is going to work."
Next, the legal chief removed everything else, piece by piece, getting totally naked to reveal her long and slender figure. She undressed casually as if she secretly got off on being watched by the new girl.
Putting on a new outfit, Ms. McKeanna wore a pencil skirt so small her butt cheeks would show if she took wide enough steps. No panties underneath. On top, she chose a thin, see-through blouse and went braless. She wore a normal office jacket over that with just one button done. The lawyer arranged her hair artfully in a bun atop her head, securing it with some hair pins found in the desk.
Finishing off her look, Ms. McKeanna wore thick-framed glasses that were in the closet.
Ms. McKeanna struck a model pose. "How's this for a lawyer?"
"You could be on a centerfold," Chrissy gulped. "I mean, you look terrific."
Was this really happening? At this point, she was becoming certain that this was a prank. But at a firm this prestigious, who would play such games?
She knew the bounds were going to be pushed once again as Ms. McKeanna's eyes went up and down her body, giving a critical look.
"Your turn," the legal chief said. "Take off those clothes so I can see what we have to work with."
"Me?" Chrissy gulped.
"Who else would I be talking to? Do you want the job or not?"
Now she was certain this was real. No type of prank would ever involve getting the subject naked. It would result in a lawsuit. Chrissy wanted this job and took comfort in the fact that no one outside of this corporate circle would know. And if her newfound boss could do it, then so could she.
Chrissy had worn a conservative pantsuit for her big interview. Ironically, the stern lawyer she had tried so hard to impress with her outfit was now watching sternly as she undressed! She removed her clothes neatly and hung them in the closet.
Thankfully, her underwear was feminine and she felt surprisingly comfortable standing in the black lace bra and thong. She silently congratulated herself on making a good decision.
"You'll need to remove your undergarments, as well. They'll be a distraction."
In what world is wearing undergarments to work considered a negative? Closing her eyes, Chrissy removed the last of her clothing. It was the first time she had been exposed in the office and she felt conflicted. Her number one priority in life was to succeed at work and that required professionalism.
But she couldn't deny that baring her body in such a sacrosanct location was highly stimulating. Her body was skinny, narrow hips, and her breasts were almost flat. She was certain her dark nipples were fully erect.
Ms. McKeanna broke the silence. "Actually, let's leave you naked. I love those black Asian nipples against your fair skin. It'll look great in the conference room."
Chrissy blushed. Though mortified, she managed to register a tingle in her pussy from her supervisor's critique.
Taking a deep breath, Chrissy shamefully confessed, "I've never done anything like this before. I've only been with four guys my entire life. I'm not adventurous... sexually speaking."
"Figures," Ms. McKeanna said matter-of-factly "Are you thinking of backing out? Because that's okay."
"No, it's just..."
"Are you aroused?"
"Aroused and nervous," Chrissy replied honestly.
Ms. McKeanna spoke without a hint of concern in her voice. "In many ways, we're a lot alike. The law is my life. I work long hours. To me, a job is a job. Work is work. Is that making sense?"
"It does," Chrissy replied, sticking to the same mindset.
"Follow my lead. Do whatever I say. These people are investing a lot of money and so naturally they're going to be demanding. That's the nature of business."
Chrissy gulped so hard it nearly echoed. "My hands are trembling. But if we're in this together, then I have the strength to do it."
"That's what I like to hear."
Ms. McKeanna patted Chrissy on the ass, turned and walked out the door. Meekly, the young woman followed, walking barefoot on the carpet.
The Meeting -- Naked Negotiations 10:12 am
Chrissy Wong was used to being in the background during high-level corporate meetings. She was accustomed to being outside the room when the doors closed. Now, she was prominently displayed in the conference area, about to receive their undivided attention.
Upon arrival, Chrissy appreciated the stately setting. A mahogany table was in the center and there were eight surrounding dark leather chairs. The walls were paneled and perfectly matched the table. On one side of the room stood a large wooden chest that served as a bar.
She felt a gentle rub on her shoulder from the boss.
"Last chance," the lawyer said. "Do you want to leave? Or are you willing to do whatever it takes to succeed?"
Hesitating, the young woman realized this was truly the moment that would seal her fate. She still had time to make a quick exit, thereby maintaining her safe status quo. But there was no ignoring the fact that times had been tough for most companies during the last several months. If she could help this firm remain competitive, it would showcase her team player mentality and commitment to success.
It was also true that the idea of men using her body for pleasure was alluring. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time. Perhaps this was a way to scratch the sexual itch that had been present since their break up.
Either way, it seemed like a win-win situation.
Summoning confidence, Chrissy spoke firmly. "It's always been my goal to work at a firm like this. Obviously, I never thought I'd be... you know... naked."
She gestured to her own body and Ms. McKeanna smiled and pinched her dark nipple.
"There's a first time for everything. And I can't help but notice that your pussy has the most delicious aroma. My nose is sharp and I can smell it."
Chrissy stood still as Ms. McKeanna reached below to give that bare pussy a gentle swipe with fingertips. It was the first time another woman (who wasn't a doctor) had ever touched Chrissy's bare pussy.
If that wasn't mortifying enough, Ms. McKeanna brought her newly moistened fingers to her mouth and licked, tasting Chrissy's fluids.
After cleaning both fingers, the lawyer purred, "You are quite the delectable delight. I know you'll be a perfect addition to this firm. Now stand to the side. Speak only when spoken to. You'll catch on quickly."
As the lead counsel calmly smoothed her clothes and walked to the head of the table, Chrissy knew she had found a strong woman to emulate. Crisis situations called for definitive action and Ms. McKeanna was a consummate professional. Simply put, Chrissy was in awe of this woman and this learning experience, despite being naked and knowing how she'd be used.
The firm's negotiation team assembled by the door. A man she knew (from internet research) to be Mr. Callahan arrived with other men in sharp suits. The men thanked Ms. McKeanna for the help, and the lawyer swelled with pride and she nonchalantly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the center of her breasts. It was a lewd display of raw sexuality that left Chrissy in awe once again
But those feelings were nothing compared to when the men came over and greeted Chrissy with handshakes and plenty of 'thanks.' Their eyes roamed her body, from head to toe, focusing especially on her nipples.
The gazing didn't last long when they heard voices coming from down the hallway. It sounded like Russian. There was some English spoken in French accents too.
Entering the conference room, the other team arrived, led by a tall, statuesque woman who oozed power. This woman, who clearly led the pack, surveyed the room with icy blue eyes beneath a black mink hat. The men behind her seemed less intimidating.
When the Russian woman's minions removed her coat, it revealed a plunging neckline that exposed creamy white rounded breasts that were barely contained by gauzy material. The dress was form-fitting and flared out at the knees.
Perfectly groomed, the visitors embodied corporate success and looked a bit dangerous. After tearing her eyes away from the Russian woman, Chrissy paid close attention to the men and wondered how they might want to use her body.
In return, these foreign investors also took a good look at Chrissy's nudity. Nobody was shocked. None of them said a word about her. They had expected a naked woman for service, it seemed. Chrissy was simply eye candy at the moment.
Never could she have anticipated the way this morning had unfolded. All of her mental focus was towards a job interview. Now she felt like a porn star before a big shoot.
The Russian woman was named Irena. Both sides shook hands and there was an air of excitement. Plenty of smiles were exchanged, except for Irena, who seemed happy being icy.
Mr. Callahan started things off and invited everyone to sit.
"Yes, but who is this naked youngster?" Irena asked, gesturing with manicured finger towards Chrissy.
"Christine Wong, my new legal assistant," Ms. McKeanna answered with a hint of pride.
This time, they all admired Chrissy's body in unison. She was still the only person naked and they were all staring! How long before they'd look inside her wet pussy hole? She wondered.
Everyone took their seats and Chrissy was fortunate enough to be asked to sit next to Ms. McKeanna. But it also meant that her dark, erect nipples would be prominently displayed above the conference table for everyone to see. And the men in the group took plenty of looks here and there.
It seemed like a standard business affair until the Russian woman made a slight faux pas when discussing numbers.
"Sorry, I'm a little jetlagged," Irena said, shaking her head. "I had a strong cup of coffee before this and I'll be fine soon."
Ms. McKeanna didn't miss a beat. "Jetlag is the bane of everyone who works in international business. Would you like your pussy eaten?"
Irena thought for a moment. "I thought you'd never ask."
The Russian woman reached under her dress and casually slid off her panties like it wasn't a big deal. She placed the sheer red material on the conference table next to a laptop and a notepad.
After getting a nudging gaze from her boss, Chrissy knew this was her cue. Going down on a Russian powerhouse had never been on her to-do list, but now it seemed inevitable.
Figuring success under the table would lead to new opportunities, Chrissy bent down and crawled under the table. She centered herself in front of the woman's chair and inched forward until her head came in contact with the woman's knees.
She heard Irena scoff before scooting forward and swinging one leg over the arm of the plush chair, thereby exposing a cleanly shaven pussy.
Always one to think quickly, Chrissy knew what she liked when receiving oral sex from her male partners. She leaned into the impressive woman's pussy and did a quick survey. Irena's delicate labia parted enough that Chrissy was able to see inside. Even her clitoris looked stately!
After taking stock of the situation, Chrissy dove right into the fleshy offering. Wanting to impress, she chose to start with a slow perusal of the area with her tongue. Without verbal cues from Irena, she was on her own when it came to figuring out the best method of going down on the Russian woman.
Gently, she lapped, sucked and nibbled her way around Irena's labia before focusing on the inside. Stiffening her tongue as much as humanly possible, she fucked the Russian by driving it into her channel repeatedly. Once again, she hoped for verbal confirmation that she was doing something right. But no sound was forthcoming.
Instead, she heard these business people talking to each other like nothing was out of the ordinary. As if a woman getting her pussy eaten was par for the course during meetings like this. In many ways, she had to admire that unstoppable attitude.
Chrissy continued her oral assault and noticed Irena's right hand trailing down towards her clit. Those Russian fingers, with bright red polish, settled on the highly sensitive area and began to rub in purposeful circles.
Several seconds passed of tongue-fucking and Chrissy couldn't help but notice Irena's legs stiffen. Her tongue was grabbed by the clenching Russian pussy as it spasmed repeatedly. The only other indication that Irena was experiencing a climax was a very emphatic grunt that escaped the woman's lips, even while still talking about financial figures to the group.
It was clear that Chrissy had achieved her goal and she received a pat on the head like a lap dog for her reward.
"That's enough of that," Irena said without a hint of appreciation, as if annoyed by the free orgasm. "Is this your first official negotiation meeting?"
Licking her lips, Chrissy nodded under the table. "It's my first time being in a meeting like this."
"Women your age should stick to using mouths and pussy. Your specialties. Get on the table and watch how grown-ups do business. Hopefully you will learn."
It had been years since anyone had spoken to Chrissy this way. She felt like a grade school student instead of a young woman who had broken into the corporate world by virtue of intelligence and work ethic.
Embarrassed, Chrissy crawled out from under the table and attempted to regain her seat -- and whatever dignity she had left -- next to her bosses.
Irena added with a thick, droll Russian accent, "What are you doing?"
"Sitting down, like you asked," Chrissy replied dumbstruck.
"I said, on the table. ON the table. Get on your back, or better yet, lay flat on your stomach with your butt hanging over the edge. Watch and learn how professionals do business."
"On the table?"
Irena rolled her eyes. "Is something wrong with my English? Get on the table. How else are these guys supposed to fuck your pussy?"
Mortified, Chrissy turned to her bosses, who nodded their approval to go ahead with this deviant task. Anything to make these prospective clients happy, she supposed.
Standing up slowly, the young woman bent forward at the waist, pressing her hard nipples and stomach onto the cool surface of the conference table. She even laid her face down too.
"Good, good," Irena said with approval. "Keep these idiots busy while I do the talking."
In that vulnerable position, she could hear men rising from their seats. Approaching Chrissy's behind, she heard unbuckling of belts.
The first man stepped up to Chrissy's hips and grabbed her with thick fingers. The man was strong and horny. Without preamble, he lined up his cock and drove it into her small pussy, which was sopping wet by this time. She gasped at the abrupt invasion but was soon swept up in the carnal pleasure. She hoped that her gasp hadn't disrupted the meeting, but so far, no one seemed to mind.
It took a while before her pussy could adjust to the size. All the while, she tried to be as quiet as possible, though it seemed impossible. Moans kept getting out.
Then the man withdrew. Was this all? She got her answer when another guy stepped forward. She realized that these men would be taking turns on her, while in the presence of these very important business people. Hundreds of millions of dollars were being discussed, and here she was, getting pummeled from behind.
Her ponytail was grabbed and pulled as this man was being more forceful with her, within reason. She had some previous experience with rough sex and this was from someone who was experienced with it. The resulting arch in her back changed the angle with which the dick pounded her in the most delightful way.
Before she could fully adjust, the man pulled out and another guy resumed a more steady, gentler course. After a series of rhythmic thrusts, they switched places again and the frenetic fucking resumed. The men seemed comfortable sharing a woman, going back and forth, which constantly threw Chrissy off balance.
Through her sexual haze, she was still trying to pay attention to the business discussions. She genuinely wanted to learn! Realizing there was no way to keep up with the business-related banter, she chose to focus on this once in a lifetime sexual experience.
To remain upright, Chrissy rose on her toes while spreading her arms across the expansive dark wood table. Her pussy felt like it was being put to good use and she hoped it would help the critically important negotiation.
Now that she had decided her assignment was more physical than intellectual, Chrissy started to more fully participate in this highly deviant sex act. Instead of laying motionless, she began to push back as each man thrust forward. The thrill of not knowing when each man would stop and start kept her on edge in the best way.
One of the men had a thick cock that caused an exquisite amount of friction along the walls of Chrissy's pussy. She guessed he would be the first to climax based on his grunts during each thrust. Sure enough, after a few short minutes, his animalistic sounds morphed into a long moan as she felt him withdraw and shoot hot ropes of semen over her buttocks.
Chrissy had been on the verge of an orgasm herself and she wondered if all the men would cum on her ass, leaving a difficult to clean mess for her to deal with later. Not to mention how degrading it would be to walk around with a mess on her lower back.
While fucking Chrissy with wild abandon, another man was so frantic, his force caused the conference table to shake. Unable to control herself, Chrissy finally began to moan and squeak in response. The ruckus soon increased in volume.
"Settle down!" Irena snapped at her male employee. "We're trying to concentrate here."
"Sorry, boss."
Slower thrusts resumed, with a cadence that both Chrissy and the table could easily accommodate. She looked over at Mr. Callahan and saw that he was studying her reaction and hard nipples. Knowing her boss was watching in lust only heightened her level of arousal and before long she was edging her well-deserved climax.
This particular man that was fucking her must have had some level of experience with these types of 'foreign relations' because he reached around and fingered her clit while maintaining a steady pace. Three passes over the sensitive area pushed Chrissy over the edge and her body convulsed while she was still being rhythmically impaled by the visiting businessman.
As she came down from her sexual high, the man suddenly pulled out and grabbed Chrissy by her ponytail. She was spun around like a ballerina and fell to her knees.
Staring straight ahead, she was now looking right at his cock! The man stroked himself for a few seconds before unloading a massive volume of semen onto her face and tits. Spurt after spurt of the hot white liquid struck her skin and immediately started running down towards the carpet.
Shocked, Chrissy was secretly thrilled at the turn of events. The man in front of her was whispering soft words in Russian that sounded very sweet. She would have looked up to his face, but some of his cum had hit her eyes, making it impossible to see.
When he finished, Chrissy was helped to her feet by both men. In a sexual daze, she was handed a napkin which she used to wipe her eyes. The remaining cum on her forehead, cheeks, tits and ass were left in place. She wasn't clear on the official protocol for this and didn't want to offend their guests.
Able to see again, she noted that Irena, Mr. Callahan, and Ms. McKeanna all seemed to be having a pleasant conversation now. They rose from their seats and shook hands, signaling success.
"It was a pleasure," Irena said positively. "I'm satisfied with these new terms. Show me what I want to see and we can all move onto lunch."
Chrissy was astounded when Ms. McKeanna gracefully approached the exposed business men from the gangbang. Glare from the overhead lights revealed their cocks were still covered in the sheen of Chrissy's pussy juice.
The men appeared hungry with lust while looking at the highly sexual female lawyer. Ms. McKeanna completely unbuttoned her shirt, removed it, and shimmied out of the tight skirt. She stood proudly, wearing only her thick glasses and black high heels. Chrissy was humbled by the confident, naked vision standing before her very eyes.
Getting down to her knees, Ms. McKeanna readied herself for action. She turned to her left and completely enveloped the first cock with ease. The entire shaft disappeared down the woman's throat without causing a gag response! At that moment, Chrissy knew she was watching something special. It was truly a learning experience.
Even while the head of Ms. McKeanna bobbed back and forth on several thick cocks, Chrissy was stunned that the lawyer managed to maintain an air of professionalism. That lesson was not lost on Chrissy as she picked up several style points.
Periodically, Ms. McKeanna would shift back and forth between sucking one guy and stroking another. Judging by moans, groans and euphoric expressions, these guys were impressed by her efforts.
Intermittently, Ms. McKeanna changed up her routine and instead of deep-throating, she focused her energy on the tip of each man's cock, swirling her tongue around. She lapped at each bulb as if enjoying her favorite lollipop. Running her lips up and down the shaft also seemed to heighten the experience for each man.
Chrissy had no doubt that Ms. McKeanna was a true sex machine (in addition to being a brilliant legal mind) judging by the increasing volume of appreciative moans that came from the men being sucked.
She moved closer to get a better view of the oral gangbang. From her new vantage point, she watched the experienced lawyer lick pearls of precum from the sensitive organs. The scene was beyond anything Chrissy had ever seen, even in online porn.
Caught up in momentum, the men freed Ms. McKeanna's hair from her updo, letting it fall across her shoulders. These men were under a sexual spell and the lawyer savored every moment of it as she kept on sucking them.
Chrissy thought the room couldn't become any more sexually charged until she glanced at Irena. Still stone faced and cold, the Russian woman had freed her breasts from the sexy dress and was actively pinching her pink nipple with one hand, while reaching down to finger her pussy with the other hand. Irena was masturbating while watching the group blowjob.
Not knowing where or when it would end, Chrissy tried not to blink, lest she miss the grand finale. Furiously working her own clit, she hoped her climax would coincide with that of the men. Feeling connected in that way would be unforgettable.
It was clear when the crescendo hit. With an explosive wail, a man deposited his load on the tits of Ms. McKeanna, after pulling out of her mouth. Without missing a beat, another man came all over her face. Another man shot into her open mouth. These men moaned, writhed and rocked their hips in a sexual concert of epic proportions, turning a highly-respected lawyer into a cum deposit.
Unable to resist any longer, Chrissy gladly allowed her climax to surface and trembled as the muscle tremors shook her body. Even in her sexual fog, she heard Irena's sharp intake of breath and long whimper that followed. Apparently, the regal Russian woman wasn't quite as impervious as she maintained.
It wasn't until Irena gave the order that this meeting was over. The men helped the naked women to their feet and tucked their cocks away after drying them with tissue that was on the table.
Chrissy felt comfortable being naked because Ms. McKeanna was still naked and cum-drenched as well, although Irena had already put her breasts away.
"We're thrilled to have you on board," Mr. Callahan said with the widest grin and offering another handshake.
Irena shook hands, even with wet finger. "The deal was simply too good."
By this time, the men had readjusted their clothing and looked impeccably dressed as they had upon entering the room.
Chrissy stood awkwardly, cum still on her face and small tits, as the Russian woman approached her, extending a handshake.
"Young woman, you did very well. I respect that you paid attention to the discussion while the men used your pussy. I was the same way at your age. My pussy and brains got me here."
Chrissy shook hands and cleared her throat. "It was truly my pleasure to assist in a deal of this magnitude. I look forward to our next meeting."
"Be careful what you wish for."
With a wink, Irena left the room and the men followed. Plans had already been arranged for a lunchtime celebration, but all Chrissy could think about was that this powerful Russian woman had once been in this same position, gangbanged and used for sex at the office.
The End
