Sitting in the meeting, I could taste myself on the roof of my mouth, and my mind wandered back to just moments before…
“Can you talk?” came the text.
“Of course, call me at the office, please.”
We spoke about something, nothing, everything in just five short minutes. It didn’t take long for my brain to question my heart. A torrent poured out of my mouth, my soul.
“Stop,” he said. “Go. Now. Four fingers in my cunt and cum for me.”
“But I have a meeting in less than 10 minutes!” I stuttered, shocked.
“Then you should hurry, pet,” he growled. “And don’t forget to lick your fingers clean.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
I listened intently for a few seconds, determining if anyone was walking towards the ladies room. Refusing to go because someone else might be in the adjacent stall would be no excuse, but I hoped for privacy. Walking into the ladies room, my heart raced and my pussy throbbed.
Alone in the stall, I slowly eased my pants down my ass, pulling my thong down. My scent wafted up to my nose. I was ready. My hand stroked my cunt, moisture seeping through my fingers. Slowly I eased one finger, then two. Pumping in and out of my pussy, I added a third, and then a fourth. I fucked myself with my fingers, moving faster and faster. I stroked my g-spot while my thumb rubbed my clit. My head fell back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream. My free hand pressed against the wall next to me. Seconds later, I came in my hand.
As time sped back up and I came back to myself, I smiled. I looked at my fingers, coated in thick cum. I sucked one finger into my mouth at a time, my soft, firm tongue swirling around a digit until it was clean, before another entered the heat of my mouth. Too soon, my hand was clean of juices, but my scent lingered.
I reassembled myself, looked in the bathroom mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, and walked back to my office. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.
“Thank you, Sir. Walking into my meeting right now…”
“Good girl…knock ’em dead, baby.”