“Come on in,” Zane said in a relaxed voice, like he wasn’t pushing my head down under the table.
Boots appeared in the gap between the floor and the tablecloth and I could identify each of the guys purely from that. Charlie had on dress shoes, Dan was wearing an old pair of sneakers, and Kelly stood there in a pair of boots that matched the new ones Zane got to replace the ones he accidentally showered with. They were imposing and it suited both of them.
When they were all settled and started to discuss stuff that sounded like ticket sales and streaming numbers with someone on speaker, Zane’s fingers nudged my head. I took his cock in my mouth more eagerly than I should have.
He was hard, so I instinctively started to move, but he tapped me on the forehead in warning.
Cock warmer. Not cock sucker.
This was degrading as hell. And I loved it.
Loved the delicious shame of being relegated to being even less than a whore. I wasn’t even an orifice to be used for sexual gratification. I was just a warm place to stick his dick.
The longer they talked, the wetter I got, feeling like I was kneeling in a puddle of my own humiliation. Zane stayed rock hard, obviously as into degrading me as I was into being used like this.
Every time I swallowed, he shifted a little in his seat, but his tone never changed. He sounded perfectly at ease, perfectly in control of the situation. Meanwhile, I was under the table losing my mind.
He hadn’t said I couldn’t get off, but I was worried I’d make too much noise. I would have to move to Iceland and live in a cave if the guys discovered what I was doing under this table. I’d never be able to look them in the eye again if they found me blowing Zane inches from their feet.
No. Not blowing. Cock warming.
Kneeling under the table like a dog while they went about their work, ignited liquid lust within me. The delicious, erotic shame compounded in a loop that served only to make me want it more. I was ashamed that I was willing to be degraded like this, but far more ashamed I was into it, but that feeling only served to turn me on more.
At one point, Zane reached under the table and stroked my hair, like I was a good girl, but also like I was his well-behaved pet, his obedient dog. I fought a moan, wanting only to please him in return for the praise. But I held still, waiting for the moment I could satisfy the burning need to slide him deep into my throat.
I had no idea how long their meeting lasted. It could’ve been ten minutes, but I would’ve believed it was four hours when the chairs were pushed back and all of the feet slowly shuffled towards the door.
Did they wonder why Zane wasn’t getting up? He did everything with such confidence, even sitting at a dining table like a king conducting his court, that they probably thought nothing of it.
I listened desperately for the door to close and the last of them to shuffle out, but it seemed to be taking an eternity.
Zane called, “Kelly, can you hang back for a minute? Got a quick question for you.”
I swallowed desperately around his cock, wondering if he was going to make me stay silent under here longer or if this meant he was going to let Kelly play too. I wanted it to be the latter so badly I was ready to beg.
The suite door slammed and Kelly’s boots reappeared in my line of sight. He took a chair to one side of Zane, close enough that I could’ve reached out and touched him if I’d wanted to. He fiddled with his hands under the table, seeming tense.
“All good?” Zane asked.
Kelly said, “You tell me. You talk to her yet?”
Zane stiffened. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been sitting with his cock in my mouth, but he reacted to whatever Kelly was asking him about.
Is he talking about me? He has to be talking about me.
Zane’s fingers wove into the hair at my scalp, gripping tightly enough that I almost whimpered, but he hadn’t told me I could make noise yet. A split second later, it didn’t matter because he forced me down on his cock like this had been killing him even more than it was killing me.
He fucked my face like I was a hole to be used and the rough, garbled choking sounds I made were involuntary and impossible to hold back.
Kelly’s hands went still, but I couldn’t hear what he said over the sounds I was making.
I moaned, humiliated and needy and so fucking turned on. I stroked myself, close to coming purely from the way he was using me.
When Zane hit my throat roughly, I gagged and choked, and he let me pull back enough to gasp for air for several seconds.
Kelly laughed. “Got a slut under the table, huh?”
Zane went back to fucking my face, barely letting me get enough air. I surrendered to him completely. “Best cock slut you’ll ever have. If she’s a good girl, I might even let you try her.”
