Perfect Storm

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"What was that Mr. Montgomery? I think you were cut off."

"Yea, sorry I was just saying that I admire the confidence you both have in your plans. It gives me a sense of trust when you know what you want and how to get it." I can feel the stress and jealousy radiating from Astoria.

I feel bad.

I want to give her what she wants but this could be a great addition to my company's clientele.

"Thank you, Mr. Montgomery. About those plans, I believe that the more modern-day style would attract more people in the sense of 'Luxury'." I nod my head in the show that I agree with what he's explained.

Astoria takes the paper again and I hear her writing. A few seconds later she hand it to me. I don't look away from the screen until my eyes flicker down to the small sheet in my hands.

Please. Everyone is out skiing and I didn't want to go.

"What are your thoughts on the style and technique for building?" I'm trapped.

My final choice either makes Astoria happy or gains clientele for my business. A or B?

A or B?

Before I can even make my decision Astoria sighs loudly and drops to her knees crawling under the desk and placing herself in between my legs. "I um, I think modern is fine."  I barely manage to get out a full sentence as she begins sliding her hands up my thighs slowly and gradually toward the growing bulge in my pants.

I guess it's both.

"Perfect so over time we'd like to expand and go worldwide and of course, you'd be credited and have a big portion of the profits." I continue to keep up with the conversation even though beneath the table something far from pg13 is happening.

She slides my zipper down slowly, tauntingly. My breath hitches when she pulls out my very solid dick, holding it in her hand before running her fingers over the tip which happens to be coated in pre-cum.

"I'm um, I'm glad you've al-already made it clear of that." My sentences start to become shorter as her hand begins to move up and down on me. I try my best to keep a straight face and keep my words steady as she makes herself comfortable.

"I'd l-like to schedule an in-person meeting wi-with you both." She moves her hand up and down, tightens her grasp on my penis, and occasionally twists her hand.

"That would mean the world to us truly. We've been working on this project for nearly 2 years now and we're happy to finally have it out there."

"I'm happy to b-be a part of it."

I feel her warm mouth, her soft lips wrap around me, and my head falls back against the black leather seat. It's wrong to do this while I'm on a call with someone but it doesn't feel that way. It feels good, it feels amazing, and it doesn't feel like I'm doing something as bad as I am.

"Are you alright Mr. Montgomery?" One of the men on call asks and I immediately try to contain myself. Though she's now bobbing her head up and down, my dick constantly hitting the back of her throat.

"Yes, I'm fine I just have a bad cold." Lies.

They continue talking about the path to getting where they are now and all. All the while Astorias deep throating me right under their noses. You can hear the soft sucking noises but I'm sure through the call it's unnoticeable.

My hand slides its way down to her hair, gripping it into a ponytail so it's out of her face and so I have something to hold onto. The thing is, she never ceases to amaze me.