Under My Boss’ Table

The men began to speak, the silence replaced by the clink of silverware and glasses. My head was completely empty. Nobody paid attention to me. It even seemed to me that I had been sleeping for a while.

After a while, Makar approached me with a smile that did not bode well:

“Elvira, it’s time to get up. I think you have rested. How about you do your usual work under the table? Edward told us about your hobby. We want that too. We want everything.”

“Fuck you.” I said barely audibly.

Makar raised his eyebrows in surprise: “How? I thought you valued working at our company. I even wanted to suggest that Edward promote you. But, since such a thing…”

“Bastards!” I thought to myself.

I got up with difficulty. The lightness and relaxation after the jet passed, and the pain hit my body again. Everything seemed to hurt. I crawled on all fours under the table to where Edward was sitting.

“Well done, I knew we’d agree.” Makar said.

I sat between Edward’s legs and looked at his face. Tears ran down my cheeks and I tried with my own eyes to send him a signal for help. For him to save me, for him to finish it all… For us to go to the hotel and leave town on the Neva.

Edward just smiled encouragingly at me, pressing lightly on the back of my head:

“Honey, you can handle it. We are few. Start…”

“Okay, I’ll think about it later.” I frowned. I was very confused by Edward’s attitude towards me on this ship. I sighed and started sucking. The informal conversation resumed.

I monotonously went through the process I was used to, and Edward’s cock soon began to throb, announcing a near orgasm. Once more he shot sperm inside and I, swallowing quickly, crawled over to the next man. After pulling down his pants, I immediately recognized the owner by his small penis. I barely chuckled and started acting.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Despite his size, the man was a tough nut to crack. I licked his trunk in every possible way, played with his scrotum, fiddled with his head with my tongue, but he stubbornly didn’t finish. Maybe because his cock was small and he couldn’t feel the back wall of my throat? I decided to resort to a little trick: I lifted my tongue from him and pressed it skyward so that his head rested against the base of my tongue. And he began to shake his head with more intensity.

My trick was successful: the man gasped and kicked his feet. His semen filled my mouth, very salty and sour at the same time.

I was already tired and still had to suck the remaining nine people. Mentally wishing myself good luck, I crawled to the next man.

And with him, and with the fourth, and the fifth, up to the eighth man, iit was all completely normal. I worked diligently with my mouth and my tongue, and the result was the same: a sea of sperm in me. But something was wrong with the ninth.

I looked confused at his flaccid member. A member like any other, only that I had been struggling with him for half an hour, and it didn’t get up at all. Hmm. From what I remembered, each of the eleven people could fuck me: Edward, Makar and the other nine colleagues. Maybe the group sex was enough for him.

I decided to try to jerk him off and at the same time play naughty with my finger in his anus. After dipping it in saliva, I inserted my finger into a narrow, compressed ring. The man flinched, but there was no sign of resistance. I continued more actively, simultaneously attacking his ass and jerking him off. When his penis finally started to swell, I rejoiced at this as my personal victory, I did it!

Then I dared to take this complex member in my mouth. I was afraid that it would fall, but it looked like the finger in the man’s ass was stimulating him, so after all this time I finally got the sperm from him. I think I had the satisfaction myself that he was finally done.

The rest I managed quickly and without problems. When the eleventh finished, I faced the men triumphantly.

Some just looked at me briefly. The conversation continued.

I looked at them in bewilderment and stood in anticipation… of what, I didn’t know myself. No gratitude, not a single word, no reaction, like they weren’t having fun, but just relieving their need in my mouth. Realizing this became disgusting, I wanted to hide in a corner and calm down there…

Edward deigned to draw attention to me and nodded for me to come to him. I, covering my frank parts of the body with my hands, sat down next to him. Only then did I realize that I had nothing to wear. They ripped, ruined my dress…

“Elvira, get dressed, you’re naked.” Edward whispered to me, and from his words I felt like a fool. A wave of anger woke up in me and I replied with a hiss:

“That?! You ruined my dress!!!”

“And you didn’t bring a backup option with you?” Edward looked at me in surprise, then slapped his forehead: “Oh, exactly. I didn’t tell you, because the outfit should have been here by now. So, now let’s see…”

He turned to the brown-haired man to his left. I didn’t hear what they were talking about. The brown-haired man nodded somewhere in the corner of the VIP area.

“There should be a bag with a dress and panties.” Edward turned to me. “And please go to the ladies room, get in shape.”

I got up in silence, took the package and looked inside. Little black dress and black thong. I went to the ladies room, which was located here at the entrance.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I was horrified. Mascara ran, lipstick smeared on cheeks, eyes were red. Dry sperm at the corners of my mouth added to the dejected image. I didn’t recognize myself.

I had to spend about thirty minutes there before I got in order. Now I looked very discreet, but it was much better than before.

I wondered how long it had been since I walked into this damn VIP area. Coming out of the ladies’ room, I walked up to Edward and asked in a low voice:

“Can I go up on deck to get some fresh air? I do not feel well.”

He nodded, continuing to argue with his neighbor on a topic only he knew. I left in silence, finally free.