I kissed her pussy and stroked her thighs as she came down from her orgasm. Her hand reached down under the table and stroked my face. I took it and kissed the palm. I retrieved her pantyhose and panties and placed them on her lap. I then kissed each foot prior to fitting her heels on them.

After taking the other two men to climax, swallowing their gift of cum, and licking their cocks clean, I crawled to Mr. Woodburn at the head of the table to find he had already loosened and pushed his trousers and shorts to his knees. His cock was by far the largest and it made it just a bit harder to manage while under the table. The back of my head bumped the underside of the table several times as I worked my mouth over his cock, taking it into my throat and working my muscles there to enhance the feeling for him. I had come to enjoy the ability to deep-throat him. It gave a deep sense of satisfaction to add that thrill for him.

After swallowing his load and cleaning his cock, I crawled out from under the table, and stood alongside his chair still naked, my hair mussed, my mouth wet from the many loads of man-cum and pussy juice. I stood confidently and proud next to him, his arm coming around my waist and pulling onto his lap. He thanked me and the others offered their agreement and renewed support for our unique effort. Without standing, Mr. Woodburn suggested that perhaps dinner tonight could be a lot more interesting than just tasty sampling provided here. They all seemed very pleased and eager as they adjourned from the Board Room.

He pulled me tightly into his arms and kissed me as the last has disappeared down the hall. His crotch was pressed into my butt and I felt his ever-present hunger as much as I felt my own. To be openly discussed as a slut and how I would use it to the firm’s benefit, then to demonstrate it to each of the Directors was hugely exciting.

“My God, you were brilliant! I need you so badly right now, but I think we should wait for the dinner, don’t you?”

I wiggled my butt on his lap, I could already feel him recovering. “I can tell you are happy with me, Sir.” I kissed him on the mouth and looked into his eyes. “Are you wanting me to talk you out of waiting, Sir? I would gladly fuck you now and later.”

He chuckled as he fondled my breast, “I’ll wait. Your greedy mouth already sucked part of my life out of me. But, I swear, if they don’t fuck you tonight, you’re spending the night with me.”

I pull his face into mine for another kiss and whisper into his ear, “Why can’t it be both, Sir? Even if they fuck me, can’t I devote myself to pleasuring you more? I’m so wet I’m afraid it might be running down onto my stockings. If I don’t do something soon, I’m liable to rape the taxi driver.”

He laughed. “Well, I certainly don’t want taxi drivers being raped, but I want your first orgasm tonight to be explosive for them.” I reluctantly agreed.

“GOOD EVENING, Sir.” Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived. They had been in his home before, just in very different circumstances, so I would only need to guide them in the general direction of the Great Room where he would be entertaining them as they arrived.

“Miss James, nice to see you joining us tonight.” I nodded politely. “I must say I much prefer the way you were dressed earlier, though.” He gave me a teasing smile. “Charles has spoken glowingly about you, but until today had kept you for himself. After this afternoon, I can understand why.” I smiled and blushed, then led him through the foyer and pointed him down the hall.

I was dressed in an evening gown that was strapless, showing lots of cleavage, backless, sleeve dress that hugged every one of my curves to mid-thigh. When I arrived earlier, he teased me that I brought out a sexual vitality he hadn’t known in years. His words sent a thrill through me, “I want to fuck you right now. Wouldn’t it be interesting to go through the night greeting and talking closely with them and the smell sex wafting up around you?” It certainly would. Just the comment made my pussy begin juicing. I was, of course, without underwear.

I mixed with the Directors. Mr. Woodburn guided me through the small group making more formal introductions. They already knew me by name, and certainly from the Board Meeting, but this was for us to put familiarity to names. The gown I was wearing was somewhere between nice-dinner and provocative-dance.

It had the material and cut for dinner and the exposure at the bodice, back, and legs for provocative. Mr. Woodburn planned for the casual drinks to last just long enough that my bare back would begin to receive touches.

Mr. Woodburn sat at the head of the table in his usual place. I was placed at the other end of the table with the six Directors on either side. As dinner progressed, comments continued about the slut aspect and the types of men and what activities might work as if the actions in the Board Room only hours earlier hadn’t happened. The discussion remained almost on a theoretical level if it weren’t for the leering looks I caught from the table and the occasional touches to my arms or hands when it wouldn’t be unnatural in another situation related to a business dinner.

As dinner was completed, we are enjoying after-dinner drinks back in the Great Room. Mr. Woodburn and I suddenly noticed we are by ourselves and the six Directors are huddled together. Fearing an appearance of having forgotten them, we moved to join their group.