Under My Boss’ Table

Meanwhile, it was Edward’s turn and he started his speech. His voice through the microphone filled the entire room and vibrated in me. His penis in my mouth began to gradually grow, and I realized with horror that I had to hold his erect penis, which would rest against the back of my throat…

And so it happened. To prevent the gag reflex from working, I had to start taking deep breaths. The position was so awkward that tears welled up in my eyes. It was torture for me. I practically lay down on Edward’s crotch and waited for him to finish!

Edward finished his speech, he was applauded. He put his hand on the back of my head, urging me to start giving him a blow job. Eagerly I began to suck him to finish quickly.

I sucked very intensely, working with my lips and tongue, which had long wanted movement. The result was not long in coming, Edward finished in my throat, as usual. I swallowed quickly and finally broke free of his genitals. Lord, how good it was!!! I leaned against the back of the table and took a deep breath.

The meeting ended and the applause finally stopped. The results were apparently quite good for our company. It remains to put into practice the ideas that were expressed in the conference rooms.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Edward leaned in and gestured for me to come out, and I got out.

“I dreamed of this method of blowjob for a long time. Thank you.” He hugged me. On the one hand, it made me very happy to hear his gratitude, because it was rare, and on the other hand, an unpleasant aftertaste burned my throat. Would I eventually be able to accept Edward’s sexual quirks? I did not know.

In three hours, my boss and I were going to attend the banquet. We stopped at the hotel to change. When Edward saw me in a new red evening dress, he was speechless.

“You’re turning into a beautiful woman lately.” He admitted. I was very flattered to hear such a compliment from him. I hoped I was becoming more beautiful to him than his wife.

It was getting dark…

We got to the ship on time. When I saw it, I stopped: the boat was clearly not small and was going to accommodate a sufficient number of people. It consisted of two decks: the upper one, which was half open, and the lower one.

“There will be live music.” Edward pointed out. “I heard that the program includes both jazz music and piano performance.”

“How many places are there?” I asked.

“More than a hundred, for sure.” he replied.

We went up on deck. We were immediately greeted by a young man in a formal suit. We showed him our invitations, after which he let us pass. Our table was in a closed part of the upper floor, by a window. I began to explore the surroundings on the banks of the Neva with pleasure. Fortress of Saint Peter and Saint Paul, Winter Palace, Palace Bridge…

People gradually filled the room. Some approached me and congratulated me. My image did not go unnoticed. After a while, the deputy director gave a short speech, where he thanked us for our contribution to the development of the company and recommended from the bottom of his heart to have fun on the boat.

Light jazz music played. I took a sip of dry white wine from my glass. Pleasure spilled through my veins and it felt great. Edward looked at me and smiled slightly. I began to conquer my dish: the Peking duck.

“What do you think?” Edward asked.

“Gastronomic orgasm.” I rolled my eyes with pleasure. My boss was satisfied with this answer, as if he asked me out, which made me happy.

In such an ideal setting for me, time flew by. I got a little drunk and jazz music was replaced by classical music on the piano.

“Elvira.” Someone called me, and I turned around. It was Makar.

I narrowed my eyes:

“What did you call me?”

“You don’t have to pretend.” He said dryly, nodding curtly at Edward. “It was not difficult for me to give my secretary the task of finding you on the list of our employees by the description of your appearance. She, of course, suffered while she searched for Marina. By the way, a beautiful hairstyle and a beautiful dress.”

“Thanks.” I murmured, glancing at Edward. He radiated universal calm.

“So what… I invite you to my VIP area. There is a room completely closed, no one will disturb us.” Makar nodded somewhere.

“We’ll be happy to join you in a few minutes.” Edward said. Makar walked away and my boss immediately leaned towards me:

“Elvira, he didn’t like that you were hiding your real name from him. Do you understand why he’s calling us?”

I shook my head.

“At such group banquets, sex is common.” He explained. “And it will be like what happened to Alex and me. Are you ready?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of course not. Let’s go.”

And I followed Edward. It was as if there was a fog in my head that filtered all my rational thoughts…