Unload

The door clicks shut behind Ruby. The moment it does Cheryl stops holding back. She keeps your cock fully lodged in her throat and swallows hard around the thick length, the tight rhythmic pressure finally pushing you past the edge.

You unload straight into her belly. Load after load pulses down her throat in heavy waves. Cheryl stays locked in place, nose pressed to your stomach, taking every spurt without pulling away, throat working steadily until the last twitch fades. Only then does she ease back, the thick length leaving her mouth with a wet sound. A thin strand of cum and spit connects her bottom lip to the head of your cock for a second before she breaks it.

She rises from under the table with deliberate grace, wipes the corner of her mouth with one fingertip in a coy, almost demure motion, and leans in to kiss you. The taste of yourself is still on her tongue. The kiss is slow and satisfied.

When she pulls back her voice is quiet and direct.

“I’ve always noticed the way you look at Ruby. The private, deep, conversations. The way your eyes follow her across the floor when you think no one is watching.”

You meet her gaze.

“Are you jealous?”

Cheryl’s mouth curves in a small, honest smile.

“I don’t want a relationship. I just want your cock. It’s the best I’ve ever had. Better than my husband’s by a long way. Size, stamina, the way you use it. Everything else is secondary.”

She straightens her skirt, checks her reflection in the dark glass of the window, and moves toward the door. As she reaches it she looks back over her shoulder, the same sultry edge from the earlier celebration still present.

“If the opportunity ever comes up to fuck a smile onto Ruby’s face with you, I’d happily jump at it. Keep that in mind.”

Cheryl opens the door and steps out into the corridor, leaving you alone in the conference room with the lingering taste of her mouth, the successful presentation, and the very clear knowledge that both women are now far more available than they were this morning.