Executive Meeting

The first thing that Alice noticed after settling into the boardroom chair, getting herself comfortable for another dreary, over-long all-hands quarterly meeting was the hands that slipped beneath her fitted feminine blazer, squeezing her breasts as fingertips curled inwards to pinch her sensitive nipples. Actually, that's not quite true; the

first

thing Alice

truly

noticed after sitting down for the quarterly all-hands was the sinking, warm, safe sense of absence that seemed to settle over her mind and body like a warm, weighted blanket - a fraction of a second before those same hands slipped over her shoulders and began to slither downwards into her clothing.

Alice wanted to reply, wanted to turn her head to speak to her newfound toucher, but a soft touch at her chin prevented her head from turning, keeping her eyes facing forwards. Having moved her eyes fractionally, she saw the projector display again as if for the very first time and instantly felt it's inescapable pull, her whole body slackening where it sat, face going limp once more. She was completely under again by the time the soft voice spoke in her ear a mere moment later.

'You'll remain calm and quiet, Alice.' It said with quiet authority. It never crossed Alice's mind to disobey; she simply stared ahead, her body utterly limp. The hands closed around her bosom again, feeling their fullness, massaging gently around and around, squeezing, gripping, pinching. Distantly, Alice felt the slight pressure of her nipple digging into the fabric of her bra, ground into by her toucher's palms, but the part of her brain that recognised the fact and the part that could process it were no longer actively communicating with each other, much less communicating with the bit that could make her respond.

'There's a good girl, Alice. Just look up at the screen and remain completely weak and calm.'

The voice seemed so confident that Alice trusted it implicitly. Reason was hardly within easy reach of her mind at that moment, but it seemed, vaguely, to make sense - no one this confident, or this close, or this powerful could

possibly

be untrustworthy. The hand slithered a little deeper into Alice's already partly unbuttoned shirt, finding the red lace bra she'd put on that morning. She never saw the grin that passed over her intimate partner's face, but whoever it was, they liked her choice of underwear very much.

'Hmm... Now did you wear this because you knew today was meeting day, or is this simply good fortune?' The voice breathed, hot and close, tingling Alice's ear. The hands moved, adjusted, finding and freeing the buttons of her shirt, allowing it to part, revealing the bra--and her bosom--to the rest of the room. Two round, full spheres, held at bay by a sexy, complimentary thin lace bra, emerged, resting atop an attractive torso. They rose and fell gently with her breathing, slow and placid, just as she'd been instructed to be.

'Let's see... There, free as they should be.'

The hands dove into the cups of Alice's bra, and a moment later, both breasts were lifted free, resting atop the now empty cups. Thumbs brushed Alice's stiffening nipples, teasing each pink nub until they stood to proud attention. Satisfied at their erectness, they fisted, closing around her tits, kneading, moulding, massaging them. All the while, the voice never left her side, even though it did not always speak to her. There was a deep, satisfied exhalation... Then it spoke.

'Ah... It's been

too long

, my dear little Alice...' It whispered into her ear as Alice's intimate partner rubbed and worked her bosom from over her shoulders lovingly. 'Months of waiting for this moment, weeks of work putting all the pieces in place... Days without the chance to have you one on one... So much teasing for a man...' He paused, inhaling the scent of Alice's soft, wavy blonde hair, nose amongst the strands. He sighed into the soft flesh of her neck. 'And now, here we are... Alone at last...'

The man grinned, glancing at the rest of the boardroom, where three other executives sat - John Richards, the director and CEO of the company for which both Alice and her intimate assailant worked; Roy Monroe, the executive vice-president of the board; Christine Rogers, Richards' personal assistant and part shareholder in the company; and Alice, the CFO, operational manager, and regional vice lead. All four high-profile people sat slack in their seats, staring at the wall-to-wall screen - none seemed to have even noticed what was happening to Alice. '

Well

, except for your little boss-friends there.'

There was a motion, and a second later, Alice's breasts were used as handles to draw her and her chair backwards. She slid easily on the expensive boardroom chair wheels, her legs dragging as she limply rolled away from the table. The black, thigh-length pencil skirt she'd worn that day appeared from beneath the table, followed by her bare knees, simple stockings, and slim, professional office shoes. Alice slumped a little in her chair, but otherwise did not react as she was drawn backwards, manipulated like a toy doll in a make-believe scenario.

Dimly, in a very,

very

distant place in Alice's ensnared mind, she saw the figure that moved in front of her, leaning over her body, hands doing something just beneath her sight. She felt movement as if it were at the other end of a long pole - echoing back to her, but in alien, incomprehensible ways. She saw a face wafting in and out of her focus, melting and blurring with the hypnotic background behind it. Eyes, a nose, a mouth moved in and out, leaving burned trails of light and dark like an old 80s music video. Distantly, Alice knew she was exposed somehow, knew some part of her was revealed or on display or somehow

observed

- but what part of her, and to what, and why it even mattered, she couldn't tell. Alice was far too deep in an inexorable hypnotic trance to connect those dots.

Fergus Dervan finished working Alice's skirt up around her hips, wiggling the material against the chair and Alice's bodyweight, until it was high enough to move with her body. Satisfied, he grinned at the pair of laced red panties Alice wore beneath her skirt, already enjoying the sight of her underneath all that stupid professional workwear. Practically salivating with anticipation, he pushed Alice's legs roughly apart, watching her limp knees fall aside, her thighs parting like the fabled parting of the river, revealing Alice's still clad sex in all it's outwardly professional, internally sexy glory.

Fergus leaned in, inhaled deeply, savouring it. He held the breath for a few moments, then exhaled, visibly shuddering. His eyes rose, finding Alice's bright, green ones, his fixated and hyper-excited, hers huge, blank, and staring. 'Oh,

Alice

,' he practically moaned, his breath hot and lustful, 'I've

needed

you so badly.'

Fergus sank to his knees, placing both hands on Alice's legs. Without fanfare or hesitation, he leaned in, cheeks brushing Alice's hot thighs, and inhaled Alice's musk again, his nose touching her panties. He moaned into her flesh, letting his eyes flutter closed as his lips ever so slightly grazed the edge of her panties. The strong lump pushing at the inside of his trousers throbbed needily, but he could not satiate that lust yet; he had to have

all

of her,

taste

all of her,

savour

all of her first.

Fergus' right hand moved forwards, and he delicately brushed Alice's crotch, feeling her soft flesh beneath the fabric, moving with careful, almost reverential care. He played his fingertips over her opening, traced her outline, and allowed his hand to stretch the material, seeing her shadow beneath it, observing her in all her glory before he dextrously hooked a finger into the material's edge and pulled it aside like a curtain to a stage.

She was hairless, soft, exposed, and already damp from the intimacy. A thin layer of glistening secretions coated her bright pink inner lips, seeping outwards. Fergus felt his cock burn, a powerful throb threatening to complete his side of the bargain before it was time. He swallowed, staring into Alice's exposed sex, her musk filling his nose, her sight filling his field-of-view. He was

goddamn desperate

for her.

Leaning in, Fergus applied his tongue to Alice's flesh, instantly tasting the slight tang of her arousal. Addicted and bolstered the moment it met his tastebuds, he drove his head deeper, pushing his tongue home inside her softness, feeling her wet skin form a seal to his cheeks as he closed the space between them. His nose rubbed as it moved over the base of Alice's hood, and the hand he had used to pull aside her panties rose to alight on her navel, feeling her far cooler skin there, thumb descending towards her clit. It found it, and even Alice's docile state couldn't completely suppress the hitch inside her body that his contact with her sensitive nib brought to her.

Fergus licked and suckled upon Alice's exposed pussy until his own body's need for air forced him away. Panting and edged to the point of pain already, Fergus groaned aloud, his now feminine juice-coated face burning red. He stared down at his own crotch, clearly frustrated at his need to ejaculate, the urge to tear himself from his pants and do something--

anything

--to unload, yet knowing that if he took it out, he would never be able to resist the need to see it through. He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, kneeling between the hypnotised woman's legs, until he could breathe more evenly once more, and his pulsating cock had stilled. Then, he stood.

'Six months, Alice Withering,' Fergus said as he rose, reaching for his belt. 'Six long, terrible

fucking

months I've waited to feel you again.' His fly sung as it was unzipped, then his belt clinked as he began to loosen it. 'Nine months ago, our first date. Eight months, our first kiss. Seven months, our...' He trailed off, his hands visibly shaking as he held them away from his body, fingers clenching around nothing, forced to remove them lest his touch graze his edged, desperate cock. He composed himself, and kept undressing. 'Seven months since we went to bed. And six months since...' His belt slipped away, and he unbuttoned his trousers as he finished his sentence, letting them drop as his last words left his lips. 'Since you

rejected

me.'

Despite Fergus' black boxers, there was a distinct wet patch at the peak of his erection, which now stood beneath only one layer of material. He paused, reaching for the waistband of his underwear. 'Six months ago you took an angel away from me. You took my happiness, my love, my

lust

...' He groaned, showing real frustration that momentarily overpowered his arousal. 'You let me into your heart, your life, your

body...

and then you took that away from me!' He said, his voice rising. His fists clenched, and he stepped closer to the slumped woman. 'I'd never had a woman before, never felt someone like you, never had... Never been

where we went.

But you, you... You teased the beast and then tore away it's life!' He shouted at her, leaning over her now. Alice remained slumped in her chair, bare breasts hanging out, legs still left spread and slack where Fergus had abandoned them, red panties still pulled aside, lost in the crevice between Alice's vulva and her leg. For a moment, it seemed as though her assailant was going to hit her, but then his clenching hands softened, and his fingers melted, instead going to her bosom once more. Tenderly, lovingly, he brushed the soft, flawless flesh, tweaked her nipple, gently lifted and released it's mass, watching the way it bounced and swayed. Just as suddenly as it had started, his anger was gone, and he grinned. He stepped over her and lowered himself atop Alice, straddling her thighs, sitting on her lap.

'My darling...' He whispered, gazing at her body, his eyes drinking in her chest, then her neck, then her face, finally coming to rest at her eyes, flicking between each rapidly, almost manically. 'My love. My

angel

. I just want you to be mine again... To feel you again... To

be with you

again.' His hand rose, cupping her cheek, sliding into her hair, holding her to him as he leaned in... And for a few moments, he held her in an otherwise loving embrace.

And then, as quickly as his volatile temperament had come and gone again, he was back. Fergus stood quickly, thrusting himself from her, the woman shaking gently as the chair wobbled. Looking down, he reached for his underwear, and purposefully lifted it away from his body, lowered it over his crotch, and let it fall to the floor.

It was an average penis; thick, kinked slightly to the left and with a thick helmet. He was uncut, and thanks to his interactions thus far, he was thoroughly aroused. As it emerged into the open at last, a rivulet of lubricant welled up from his tip, his body doing it's best to prepare him for what it knew came next.

Fergus approached Alice until his cock swayed before her face. He leaned in, dragging the under-edge against Alice's cheek, running it through her hair, letting the soft blonde locks loop and fall over his curve as he drew it slowly through them. He took a portion of her hair in his hand, rubbed his shaft with it, letting his essence, his scent, his pre-cum stain it; then, moving around her chair, he lowered it before her face, blocking her eyesight with his length. For a few moments, all Alice saw was the looming shadow of his cock.

'Alice, baby...' He breathed, almost reverently.

'Open your mouth.'

Alice's brain ticked over once. Sitting down, smoothing out her skirt, ready for the meeting. Her shirt shifting as a hand slipped beneath the edge of her blazer, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple. The spike of pleasure, displaced and disconnected, as something cool, then something warm, pressed between her legs. And now this - a command, unheard and unknown, yet all-powerful and irresistible. Words blurred into visions, melting into the infinite, indescribable, inexplicable hypnotic pattern that had sucked her in. It was like her brain was a puzzle that had been pulled apart, present and in order yet disconnected. The command hopped across the pieces like stepping stones, finding the part of her brain that it needed and burrowing deep inside, making her obey it.

Her mouth opened. A shadow closed beside her, and something touched her cheek, then her lip. There was a sense of a mass approaching, closing in. Then she saw the screen again, and felt that gravity pull her in, and Alice's brain was falling, sucked away, tumbling weightlessly into infinity...

Fergus squeezed Alice's lips together to form a seal as his head slipped inside, using her mouth to stroke his helmet. He grunted in pleasure, feeling even her slack mouth stimulate him like nothing else could. Gently, he worked himself back and forth, pacing himself. He intended to finish in the most humiliating way he could, and that wouldn't be her throat, where she could swallow or choke on his cum... But he would not rob himself the chance to enjoy fucking her face.

Fergus worked himself in Alice's mouth for a few minutes, rubbing himself against her cheek, feeling her tongue suck instinctually upwards, rubbing blissfully against the underside of his cock. When he felt his ejaculation building dangerously close, he pulled back, freeing himself from Alice's face with a pop, a ringlet of her red lipstick signifying her presence around him. He grunted, panting again, throbbing cock practically dripping pre-cum. Strands of it connected him to her mouth and fell across her body as he quickly stepped around Alice, but he no longer cared; he was starting to lose himself to her, and he needed to finish this before he did something he couldn't easily reverse.

'Alice, raise your right hand.' He ordered. Standing between her legs as he was, he was in range for her, and as her hand floated like a zombie's arm, he took it, placing her limp fingers around his shaft. 'Alice, close your fist.' Her body obeyed before her mind could react, and he felt her hand tighten. Gently, he began to stroke himself with her hand. 'Alice, continue this motion,' he breathed hoarsely. 'Alice - I want--you--to--s-stroke me off.'

It was a long shot, but Fergus was breaking, shaking visibly beneath his lust and nerves. Thankfully, Alice's entranced mind interpreted him correctly, though whether because of his order or some deep-seeded desire, none could know. Whatever the cause, Alice's fist began to move back and forth of its own accord, and, timidly at first, then more confidently, he released her hand, letting her work him on her own. Fergus grunted in bliss, feeling himself teetering over the edge of self-control, knowing he was going too far to stop himself from what came next.

It wasn't a stellar hand job by most standards, but pent up and desperate as he was, and knowing he had Alice's full, total, unwavering attention, it was enough. Rocking back and forth into her motions, grunting, Fergus felt himself build closer and closer, his balls tingling as they tightened for release, throbbing cock starting to pulsate rhythmically as he began to erupt in her hand--

The world whited out for a few moments. When it returned, Fergus's cock burned with ejaculate, and he was just in time to see his first thick, over-ready spurt of hot semen erupt from his tip and shoot out, down, and land with a soft splat right on Alice's left tit, Alice still stroking, unaware of his ecstasy. His second followed the first, falling between Alice's breasts, then his third found her chin. His fourth fell to her cleavage, and his remaining pumps tumbled messily across her shirt, bosom, and torso. He groaned in bliss, shaking violently, almost pulling his cock from her hand as he shook in her hand.

He let Alice stroke him for a long, long moment after the majority of his ejaculation, unwilling to make the call that would have her release him. When he had begun to soften in her hand, a messy clump of semen forming a sticky layer between her hand and his cock, he finally withdrew, reaching out to hold her wrist still. Quietly ordering her to relax once more, he let her hand rest atop her navel, the puddle of cum squashed between her hand and her torso, and withdrew from her.

It took about twenty minutes for Fergus to clean up the worst of it, but he had brought towels with him in his bag, rather than paperwork and laptops like his colleagues. He wiped himself off, tucked his cock away once more, and redressed, then ordered Alice to do the same, notably minus the self-cleaning. Watching in satisfaction as the hypnotised woman dumbly returned her panties to normal, hiked down her skirt, and tucked her breasts back into her bra, and it into her shirt, unaware even of the sticky ejaculate and feminine secretions on her hands and fingers, he stood back to admire the cum-stained female, now once more--more or less--as she had been.

There was one more thing left to do before he proceeded with his presentation, however. Leaning down over Alice's ear once more, he whispered into her ear, leaving unheard instructions where only Alice's deepest, darkest self could find them. Then, he moved to Christine, whispering into her ear. This time, having no cum stains to smear about, he allowed himself the liberty of sampling Christine's more ample, yet more aged, breast as he spoke, brushing her nipple and groping her incautiously. Lastly, he addressed both the men in the room, ensuring he left each with a few key orders of their own.

Then, resuming his position at the head of the room, he proceeded his slideshow, revealing a new scene, one carefully concocted to assist in rousing from a deep, hypnotic trance.