Page 49 of 12 Days

Chapter 21

Alyssa

I'm so hot, my body is on fire with lust. I need my 144 inches of rock-hard cock. I can't keep my hands off myself in the perfume room. All thoughts of the FDA and the formula leave my mind, and the only thoughts that remain are of my dripping, throbbing pussy, and how it needs to be filled.

I stumble back out into the hallway, and Simon is the first one that I see. Without saying a word, I grab his head with both my hands, and kiss him deeply, passionately.

Sean and Tristan stand there watching, I'm sure they’re just as curious as Simon is. But Simon has given in to me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close to him, and kissing me, right there in the hall.

It's not enough. I need my men.

Reaching behind me, I grab Sean by the shirt, and pull him toward me, popping a button off in the process. He grinds up against my ass, his hands moving on my hips, pulling me back into him. I feel the bulge in his pants press into me, and I let out a little moan.

Tristan is standing there, not knowing what to do. I gesture for him to come closer. I break my kiss with Simon, who is all too happy to start kissing my neck and fondling my tits through my blouse. Tristan comes over to me. I pull him close, kissing him, sliding my tongue in his mouth, biting his lip in my mad rush for satisfaction.

It's still not enough. I need all my men. I stop, and push the men away from me.

"Where are they?"

I don't need to say anymore. Simon grabs me by the hand, and hurriedly starts walking down the hall, Sean and Tristan in tow.

We get to the board room, and the rest of my men are around the table. They are alone in the room, but I would not have cared if they weren't.

Owen comes in front of me.

"Did you have a good look around?"

I push him back on the chair behind him, raising one of my heels on the arm rest. My pussy is now level with his face. He looks up at me, watching me intently.

All eyes on the room are on me. Simon, Sean, and Tristan must be smiling behind me, but they don't ruin the surprise for everyone. Not quite yet.

Now that I am here, I don't mind taking my time. I set the mood by slowly tracing my inner thigh with one finger, raising my skirt higher and higher, until my finger just grazes the edge of my panties. They are soaking wet. I slide a nail under them, and move them to the side, revealing my glistening pussy lips.

All eyes in the room are glued to me. No one is saying a word. No one has moved since I pushed Owen into the chair. They’re all waiting for me. This, is power.

Sliding my index and middle finger on each side of my swollen pussy lips, I caress the outside of my pussy, teasing it, making it swell it even more, drawing the juices out onto my fingertips. I whimper softly with each stroke, letting them see on my face how much I want it.

Owen starts to slide his hand up my leg. I smack it away.

"Not yet."

I own them right now. They are my toys to do with as I please. And I know exactly where I want them.

I slide my fingers in, slowly. As I penetrate myself, I am paralyzed with ecstasy. My mouth is frozen wide open, like the picture on my security badge. My fingers reach inside of me to the third knuckle, my thumb grazing my g-spot, and that breaks the spell. I can't stop the moan from escaping my lips.

The men shift, uncomfortably, not wanting to move. No doubt, they’re afraid they’ll shock me into my senses if they do. If they only knew: I've never felt so clear about anything before in my life.

Moving my fingers in and out of me, my whole-body tingles. I glance around at the hungry expressions of every guy in the room, and then back at Owen, deciding he has had enough torture.

Using both hands to hold back my skirt and panties, I present him with my perfect little dripping pussy. He sticks his tongue out, and I shift my pelvis forward just enough to graze his muscular meat tentacle. Just as he gets a taste of me, I pull back, teasing him, until I am ready for him to work his magic.

I reach one hand behind Owen's head, and pull him in to me. He obeys eagerly, flicking his tongue lightly on the outside of my clit. His touch is so soft that I almost think I’m just imagining it.

He does it again, and my head rolls back as I moan. He does it a third time, and then reaches behind me, pulling my hips into his face, burying his tongue in my pussy. I gasp sharply, looking down at him, watching his tongue penetrate me.

He seals around me with his lips, sucking gently, and pulls at my pussy lips playfully, then dives in with his tongue again. I have both hands on his head now, and I drive it into my cunt, thrusting my hips into his face. I'm not even sure if he can breathe, but I don't care. I need that tongue in me. I need it. But still, it's not enough.

Luckily, our movement has broken the spell, and the rest of my men are eager to join in.

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