The Boss's Slut - S01 E25

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E25

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BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER

"Good evening, Sir." Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived. They had been in his home before, just in very different circumstances, so I would only need to guide them in the general direction of the Great Room where he would be entertaining them as they arrived.

"Miss James, nice to see you joining us tonight." I nodded politely. "I must say I much prefer the way you were dressed earlier, though." He gave me a teasing smile. "Charles has spoken glowingly about you, but until today had kept you for himself. After this afternoon, I can understand why." smiled and blushed, then led him through the foyer and pointed him down the hall.

I was dressed in an evening gown that was strapless, showing lots of cleavage, backless, sleeve dress that hugged every one of my curves to mid-thigh. When I arrived earlier, he teased me that I brought out a sexual vitality he hadn't known in years. His words sent a thrill through me, "I want to fuck you right now. Wouldn't it be interesting to go through the night greeting and talking closely with them and the smell sex wafting up around you?" It certainly would. Just the comment made my pussy begin juicing. I was, of course, without underwear.

I mixed with the Directors. Mr. Woodburn guided me through the small group making more formal introductions. They already knew me by name, and certainly from the Board Meeting, but this was for us to put familiarity to names. The gown I was wearing was somewhere between nice-dinner and provocative-dance. It had the material and cut for dinner and the exposure at the bodice, back, and legs for provocative. Mr. Woodburn planned for the casual drinks to last just long enough that my bare back would begin to receive touches.

Mr. Woodburn sat at the head of the table in his usual place. I was placed at the other end of the table with the six Directors on either side. As dinner progressed, comments continued about the slut aspect and the types of men and what activities might work as if the actions in the Board Room only hours earlier hadn't happened. The discussion remained almost on a theoretical level if it weren't for the leering looks I caught from the table and the occasional touches to my arms or hands when it wouldn't be unnatural in another situation related to a business dinner.

As dinner was completed, we are enjoying after-dinner drinks back in the Great Room. Mr. Woodburn and I suddenly noticed we are by ourselves and the six Directors are huddled together. Fearing an appearance of having forgotten them, we moved to join their group. The senior Director turned as we approached and asked if we minded giving then a few moments. We of course comply and take our drinks out to the patio.

I ask what he thought was happening. He smiled, "They are coming to decision."

I looked back through the glass wall. "A little late for that, isn't it?"

He hugged me around the shoulders and touched his glass to mine. "Not the decision about how we handle these account opportunities. The decision about the rest of the night."

I smiled and took a sip. "After the Board Room, I would have thought that was determined." He chuckled in agreement. I pointed with my glass to the back to the kennels and changed the subject. "What do you think I need to do to get your wife more comfortable with those two out there?"

He laughed. "There are six people in there talking themselves into recognition that they are going to fuck you. And you are thinking about helping my wife with the dogs?"

I smiled and stroked the front of his slacks feeling his cock harden. "What happens with them is business like any of the clients in the future. What I can do for you and Mrs. Woodburn is well, as you said, I am a personal slut and I take the personal very seriously."

He took me into his arms. Both my arms went around his neck, one still holding my drink away from his back. We kissed. We kissed hard and passionately. His crotch pressed forward and I returned the urgent need with my own pressing body.

"Uh hum." The voice came from behind me. We separated and faced the doorway from the room. "Why aren't we any longer surprised to find you out here like that?" There was light chuckling, which we joined with them.