THE BOSS’S SLUT 6: Board of Directors Dinner by Ike Man

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Tina follows up her demonstration at the Board Meeting with even more energy at the Board Dinner later that night. Group sex and bestiality.

CHAPTER SIX: BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER

“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. The senior Director turned as we approached and asked if we minded giving them a few moments. We of course comply and take our drinks out to the patio.

I ask what he thought was happening. He smiled, “They are coming to decision.”

I looked back through the glass wall. “A little late for that, isn’t it?”

He hugged me around the shoulders and touched his glass to mine. “Not the decision about how we handle these account opportunities. The decision about the rest of the night.”

I smiled and took a sip. “After the Board Room, I would have thought that was determined.” He chuckled in agreement. I pointed with my glass to the back to the kennels and changed the subject. “What do you think I need to do to get your wife more comfortable with those two out there?”

He laughed. “There are six people in there talking themselves into recognition that they are going to fuck you. And you are thinking about helping my wife with the dogs?”

I smiled and stroked the front of his slacks feeling his cock harden. “What happens with them is business like any of the clients in the future. What I can do for you and Mrs. Woodburn is … well, as you said, I am a personal slut and I take the personal very seriously.”

He took me into his arms. Both my arms went around his neck, one still holding my drink away from his back. We kissed. We kissed hard and passionately. His crotch pressed forward and I returned the urgent need with my own pressing body.

“Uh hum.” The voice came from behind me. We separated and faced the doorway from the room. “Why aren’t we any longer surprised to find you out here like that?” There was light chuckling, which we joined with them.

We approached them. Before Mr. Woodburn could do anything, I took the issue directly to them. “Well, Directors … you’ve had your initiation to me and now your discussion and you’ve come to some kind of conclusion and agreement? What have you decided you would like to have happen now?”

They were taken aback. They had anticipated dealing with Mr. Woodburn.

“You are indeed a woman of strength and self-confidence. We can see how you mean that certain businessmen will be more susceptible to a business executive fucking underneath them than some hired whore.” He continued to direct his attention to me, but his question went to Mr. Woodburn. “Charles, you said she will do what you want her to do. What will she do for you?”

I smiled and stepped up to him. Mr. Woodburn recognized the situation did not require his involvement. Although this hadn’t been discussed, I already sensed his confidence in me as well as my own confidence in being the woman he desired me to be.

“Sirs, Ma’am, Mr. Woodburn can direct me to entice and flirt with men, which may be sufficient for some. He can also direct me to act as that hired whore you referred to if that is what is required. I will do those things for him.” I looked into the Director’s eyes and then looked at the others to gage where they were and I felt I knew exactly where they were. “If he wants me to suck cock, I’ll do it as you found out. If he wants me to eat pussy, I’ll do it as you found out, Ma’am. If he wants me to fuck them and fill my pussy with cum, I’ll do it eagerly. Does that answer your question, Sir? Mr. Woodburn has shown me how much I love sex.” I considered my next statement. Then, “Or, are you looking for a demonstration of just how far I might go for him?”

He looked back at the other five Directors and they all nodded back to him. I presented a challenge and they were accepting it. I smiled, not even waiting for the reply. I walked to Mr. Woodburn, kissed him, then whispered into his ear. I saw his head turn involuntarily toward the back of the yard. He looked at me questioningly. I nodded.

He stepped up to them while I remained behind. “If by your question you are looking to see how much control I have over her, I can’t show you that.” They glanced at each other. “But, if you are looking to see what she is willing to do for me … that I can show you.” Their faces returned to the expectation they had before. He received nods from them. I wasn’t sure they were prepared to express anything more, possibly for fear of overstepping. Despite being the Board of Directors, Mr. Woodburn had consolidated a lot of the power to himself.

He turned to me. “Slut … you know where the kennel is. Bring back one of the dogs. Your choice.” After I left, he turned to the others and chuckled. “I wonder if she’ll put him on a leash? We’ve had a little trouble with them. We’ve discovered they had an interesting life before coming here.”

I approached the group with Paddy and he was not on a leash. I knew we hadn’t yet completely broken him or Sammy of their desire to assault women, but we were making progress. As we got closer, Paddy must have noticed the other woman and started running. I waited until he was 10 yards from her. “Stop! Leave it!” He stopped abruptly and pranced impatiently. “Sit!” He sat. I waited until he calmed. I then called he up next to me and had him sit.

I chuckled inwardly at the looks on their faces. None of them would have admitted what they thought what was about to happen. I touched Paddy’s head and scratch his ears. He looked up at me and began licking my stocking covered thigh below my dress. “This is Paddy, an Irish Setter … get it? Irish … Paddy?” There was nervous chuckling. “Sorry about the scare. The dogs came to them with an interesting history with women. Mrs. Woodburn and I are trying to retrain them and we have made some progress, I think.” Mr. Woodburn was smiling and nodding at the dual meaning.

The woman who was probably scared the most interjected, “Okay, but why are we talking about the dogs?”

“Oh right … sorry, the dog, yes … well …” I turned to Mr. Woodburn.

He took over. “How about a demonstration of the extent to which she is willing to go for me?”

The woman blurted, “No fucking way!” She clamped her hands over her mouth and blushed. Even in the patio lighting of night, we could all tell. The others laughed at the language they didn’t expect coming from her.

Mr. Woodburn chuckled, “Yes, have any of you ever seen a woman mounted by a dog?”

“Holy shit! I can’t believe this.” They all laughed, again.

Me? I was once again inflamed with lust just at the thought of fucking this dog in front of the Board of Directors. What will be going through their minds the next time they see me while in the firm’s offices? I walked up to the woman and turned my back to her.

“Ma’am, would you please?”

Without a word but with shaking fingers, she unclasped and unzipped my dress. I stepped away and shimmied it down my body. They quickly saw that I was naked underneath.

“Wow, is this the way you dress all the time, Miss James?”

I smiled, “It is what Mr. Woodburn desires. It is very erotic and arousing to be sitting in a meeting with co-workers and strangers and to be completely naked underneath.” I stepped out onto the grass alongside the patio, knelt down, and called Paddy to me. I scratched his ears as his snout sought the scent wafting up to him. I looked up at Mr. Woodburn, “What do you think, Sir?”

“Everything.”

Someone asked, “Everything?”

“Just watch.”

I lay back and propped my shoulders up on my elbows, raised my knees and spread my legs. Murmured comments came from them, both from the sight of my bare, open pussy, and the dog’s head quickly moving to it. At the first long, eager swipe of his tongue, I dropped my head back and released a long and satisfied sigh and moan. Paddy was really getting into it; my pussy was already stimulated by the talk and now was flowing plentifully as he was lapping it up with the zeal I have only experienced from a dog.