Chapter 5 Perfect performance

The air in the executive suite of Blackwood Global was suffocatingly still, a pressurized vacuum of high-stakes tension and the heavy, musky scent of raw, institutionalized lust. I stood at the head of the massive obsidian conference table, my hands trembling as I adjusted the holographic projections of the quarter's mergers. I was stark naked, my pale skin glowing under the clinical white LEDs of the ceiling, my tits heavy and aching in the cool air.

The heavy, soundproofed doors hissed open. Soren, the CEO, walked in first. He was a mountain of a man in a three-thousand-dollar suit, his silver-blue eyes cutting through the room like a winter gale. Behind him came the board-Vanderbilt, an old-money predator with a face like crumpled parchment, and Huxley, a younger, leaner shark who looked like he'd kill for a percentage point.

They didn't look at the charts. They didn't look at the chairs. Every pair of eyes in that room slammed into me, devouring the sight of my bare, glistening pussy and the way my nipples were already hard with a mixture of terror and arousal.

"Sit," Soren commanded, not to the board, but to me.

He sat at the head of the table and unzipped his trousers, his thick, pulsing cock springing free-a dark, angry pillar of muscle that looked like it belonged on a statue. I moved toward him, my heels clicking on the marble floor, the sound echoing like a death knell. I straddled his lap, my pussy already weeping slickness as I guided his massive head to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, my breath hitching as he began to stretch me open.

"Gentlemen, take your seats," Soren said, his voice perfectly steady as he seated himself deep inside my heat. I let out a sharp, jagged moan, my head falling back as I felt my internal walls groaning to accommodate his sheer girth. "Keira will begin the summary of our offshore acquisitions. Keira, begin."

I started to bounce. My tits swayed wildly, the weight of them slapping against my chest as I moved. I looked directly at Vanderbilt, who was sitting less than three feet away. "As... as you can see," I gasped, my voice breaking as Soren lunged upward, the sound of his cock sliding through my cream a loud, wet slap-squelch that filled the silent room. "The... the acquisition of... oh god... of the Northern holdings is... complete."

Huxley was leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the place where Soren's cock disappeared and reappeared in my wetness. I could see the frantic rise and fall of his chest. His hand dropped beneath the table, and I could see his knuckles whitening as he began to rub his cock through his silk trousers.

"The... the synergy... plap, plap, plap... between the firms is... unprecedented," I continued, my voice rising in a frantic, high-pitched trill. Soren was hammering into me now, his thrusts reaching the very back of my pussy, hitting the very center of my being with every violent shove. The sound was filthy-the wet, suctioning noise of his cock retreating and the heavy, meaty thud of him returning to claim every inch of me.

Soren reached out, his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to control. He looked Vanderbilt in the eye. "She's a dedicated worker, isn't she? Look at how she takes me while she talks to you. She's a whore for the numbers, and a whore for this cock."

"Please," Vanderbilt rasped, his voice cracking. He was openly staring at my pussy, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. "She's... she's remarkable."

"Switch," Soren growled.

He lifted me, spinning me around so my back was to the board. I wrapped my legs around his waist, facing him, my tits bouncing against his chest. My ass was now the main view for Vanderbilt and Huxley-a wide, inviting target. Soren grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I had to look at the board members over my shoulder while he continued to ruin me.

"Tell them, Keira," Soren hissed, biting my earlobe. "Tell them what I'm doing to you right now."

"He's... he's so deep!" I shrieked to the room, my body arching like a bow. "He's hitting the very back of me... his cock feels like a hot iron rod stretching me open! Vanderbilt... look at how wide I am for him! I'm swallowing all of him, and you can't do anything but sit there and watch! You want it, don't you? You want to feel how wet I am? But you'll never touch me! I'm his property! I'm his slut!"

Huxley let out a muffled groan, his hand moving frantically now. He didn't even care that we could see. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the raw, animalistic power Soren was exerting.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Soren announced, his voice a deep, vibrating roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh to leave deep, dark bruises. "Beg for my cum like a filthy whore, Keira! Tell these pathetic men you want your master's seed!"

"Yes! Please, Soren! Give it to me! Breed me in front of them! I want them to see you fill me up!" I sobbed, my head thrashing against his shoulder.

He gave one final, lunging thrust, his body stiffening as he flooded my pussy with wave after wave of searing, thick heat. I felt the pressure of his release expanding inside me, a deep, pulsing sensation that triggered my own violent, screaming climax. I clenched around him, my internal muscles milked him for every last drop as the board members watched in stunned, humiliated silence.

Soren stayed inside me, his breath ragged. He looked at Vanderbilt, then at Huxley, who was slumped in his chair, a dark stain spreading across his crotch.

"I believe this concludes the meeting," Soren whispered, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. "Keira, clean yourself up on Huxley's lap."