You have an erotic dream that night.

That night I dreamt I brought Jane with me to the conference. It was like one of those you realize you're naked dreams – except she was the one who was naked.

She didn't put up any physical resistance, but said, "Mr. Smith, there are people around."

"It's our lunch time, Jane, we can do whatever we want with it. This is our time."

I pressed my body close against hers so you could feel the hardness of my cock against her ass. I kissed her neck, which she offered me graciously. "Thank you for wearing high heels as I asked, Jane," I whisper.

Then I drop down to one knee and reach up her skirt, pulling down her panties. she carefully steps out of them one foot at a time. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out of the opening, keeping my pants and belt on. " Mr. Smith, we can't," she weakly protests.

"It's not like we are naked. Nobody can see anything of our bodies they don't see any day," I reply as I hike up her skirt and squeeze her ass with my hands. "You show more skin that this at the beach." And then I spit on my long cock and slide it inside her.

She gasps loudly when I penetrate her with my cock and I see other conference attendees begin to watch us.

This prompts her to notice our audience and she tries in vain to shoo people away in between thrusts.

Many of attendees walk by and take a look. They don't want to make it obvious that they are staring, but it's still clear they are. Most likely a flurry of texts is alerting people to the free show. We're probably being Snapped, or worse. They all see me standing behind Jane. She is slightly bent over with her hands on a table holding her up against my ****. My hands are on her hips. They can't see my cock entering her pussy, but they know what's happening.

My cute assistant comes up to us, "Mr. Smith, do you have a second?"

"Not really, I'm enjoying my lunch," I manage to get out. I start fucking Jane harder.

"I was just wondering if you've reviewed the email I sent you."

"Can't you see I'm busy fucking Jane right now? Either get out or grab a seat." She ended up grabbing a seat and watched the rest of the show.

"My balls are so full of cum, baby. I'm going to drown you with it." I wasn't whispering anymore.

"Do it, Mr. Smith. Empty yourself inside me. Fill me up with your delicious cream filling."

I start cumming in her pussy. Shot after shot of warm cum. I filled her up. My cock was quickly soaking in cum. I continued cumming. Her pussy was overflowing and cum started squirting out from the sides of her pussy as I continued to go in and out as I came. "On your knees," I shouted, and when I pulled out a tidal wave of semen poured down her leg onto the floor. But I was still cumming. I shot rope after rope of cum on Jane's face. I was giving her a one man bukakke. She took some in your mouth, but would have choked if I fed it all to her, the shots all over her face were a blessing, whether she appreciated it or not. "Feed me, baby," I think she said. It was hard to understand her with a mouth full of my mess.

Eventually I did stop cumming. After a moment my assistant asked, "Wow, is it always like that?"

"Only if I let him store it up for two long," Jane explained. "He's a man of needs."

"Ok, let's go grab sandwiches." I said after I recovered and slipped my withering cock away.

"I don't think I'm hungry any more, Mr. Smith. I just drank my weight in your cum."

"Well then just tag along." I held her hand.

"I should probably clean up."

"No, you look beautiful as you are, " I say as I help wipe away my cum from her eyelash. I take a string dripping down her chin with my finger and feed it to her, then I lead her through the conference building as jealous attendees try not to make it obvious that they are staring at us.

When I woke up, Jane was sucking my morning wood and I was glad I hadn't had an actual wet dream! I didn't want to waste my cum--I fed it to Jane shortly.