Delicious. That’s the first word that comes to mind when I see his face. Now seated in the audience watching him present his best presentation yet, till the next one which will better, it always is. The words pour out of his mouth like a perfect symphony. He’s talking about important stuff like sales, margines, exports, imports, investments and all that jazz. I practically know the speech word for word but right now I can’t remember or hear a single word.
My focus is derailed by the vibration coming from between my thighs, deep inside. The vibration caused by the very small, cute vibrator he put inside me right before we left the house this morning. The vibration he controls with a tiny remote, a remote securely placed in his pocket. A pocket he leisurely places his hands into ever so often during this presentation, either to increase or decrease the speed.
Its quite a crazy situation I’m in, surrounded by all these people, having to act like I’m not at the edge of climax. His hands go into his pocket and the vibration increases. I squeeze my thighs tighter, taking a deep breath in and out. His eyes meet mine and he smiles mid-speech, laughs surround me as I realise he just made a joke. I can’t hear a single thing but the vibration that I believe everyone can hear but I’m sure that they can’t.
Looking at him is making the situation even more worse but there’s no safer place to look. Especially with a mother and child to my left and a preacher to my right. Regardless I’m only allowed to keep my eyes on him. He may look engrossed in what he’s doing, which he is, but he’s definitely watching me. I’m not sure what the punishment would be if he caught my eyes elsewhere, and with my current predicament I’d rather not find out. I’m already being edged for over 30 minutes, I don’t need an extension.
So I try my best to keep mu focus on him, not that its that hard. I mean look at his gorgeous body, all tight and snug in his suit. He is delicious; and all my thoughts are consumed by him. How much I want his lips on mine as they pour out word after word if his presentation. I remember the words he said to me this morning before we left. Praises he showered on me as he fucked my pussy with his fingers and teased me clit.
He’s been teasing me all day, even at that moment as he told me how good I feel, how tight I am, how badly he wanted to bed me over the table and fuck me so damn hard I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for like a week. It seemed impossible at the time but with how long I’ve been withheld from cumming, and how he didn’t even let me touch his dick or touch it himself, I’m gonna be in damn trouble when he gets his hands on me.
He glanced at me again and I swear I almost came, then he put his hand in his pocket and I felt the vibration change. He changed the setting and now it feels like coming down from a high and starting a new one. He’s killing me and he knows it, and damn is he enjoying every second of it.
I just want everything to be over. I want him to finish this stupid conference and take me home and show me exactly what he’s been thinking about this entire time. Because I know he’s been thinking of all the ways he’d like to have me.
I want his hands all over me, touching, caressing, squeezing, chocking, grabbing and spanking me. I want to see how easy it’d be for me to cum, or if he’d let me cum. I wonder if I’d come immediately he puts his dick inside me. His eyes meet mine again as if reading my thoughts. I lick my lips and I see him pause for a second before continuing and avoiding my eyes again. I smile a little before almost moaning as the pleasure hits me.
I’m honestly glad most people are focusing on the stage if not I’d definitely be getting concerned and curious stares by now. He increased the speed again and I almost gasped out loud. Thank goodness I caught myself. His eyes find mine again as he dips his hands into his pockets. The speed increases, but he doesn’t look away. He keeps turning it up, his eyes locked on mine and just as I’m about to cum, he turns it off and the audience applauds him and he exits.
My eyes fall to the floor in frustration. I can’t believe he did that, but I’m also not surprised he did. I’m not sure if I should be happy its off or angry he didn’t let me finish. I drink some water to cool down.
There are many options for this man to use and abuse; the bathroom, the car, any of the private offices in the building. But I know he won’t take any of it. He’s in this for the long haul and that means a long drive home where he will take his sweet time in ruining me piece by piece. I can’t wait.