Corporate Secrets: Unbuttoned on Google Meet for Daddy [F30s M30s] [Lace Lingerie] [Business Meeting] [SelfPlay]

The corporate Google Meet had been a blur of client introductions and work updates, but my mind was entirely elsewhere. Beneath the crisp collar of the red shirt u/Honest-Plum7721 loved so much, my skin was on fire. He had instructed me exactly how to dress today...the satin red shirt, and a matching set of sheer, lacy black lingerie hidden underneath.

Acting perfectly professional in front of the clients was nearly impossible, especially because u/Honest-Plum7721 was actively torturing me via text from across the screen. Every few minutes, my phone would buzz on my desk.

u/Honest-Plum7721 : 'I can see your nipples pushing right through that red fabric, Princess. You look so edible. Are you getting wet for Daddy while they talk about quarterly budgets?'

Keeping my face completely neutral, I carefully slid my phone into my lap under the desk, my fingers trembling as I typed a response back while a client was presenting a slideshow.

**Me:** '*I'm soaking through my lace panties right now, Daddy... I can barely focus on what they're saying. I keep staring at your mouth on the screen, imagining how it will look buried in between my thighs.'*

A moment later, I watched him look down at his phone as the notification hit. A dark, wicked smirk crossed his lips, and he instantly wrote:

u/Honest-Plum7721 **:** '*Good girl. Now, slide one finger under the lace right now. Don't look down, keep your eyes on the camera and touch it just enough to make yourself drip.'*

And another text hit my screen: 'AND DO NOT BITE YOUR LIPS, BABYGIRL.'

Reading his instruction while a client actively asked for my input on a point being discussed had my heart pounding. I had to deliver my professional answer with a completely steady voice while my hand was hidden under the desk, tracing the edge of my soaked underwear. I was losing complete track of the discussion, fighting to keep my breath steady and praying the camera didn’t catch the deep flush and the tiny drops of sweat creeping up my neck.

Then, his final text popped up right before the wrap-up:

u/Honest-Plum7721 : 'Stay back after the clients leave, Baby girl. We need to have a one-on-one discussion.'

The moment the clients disconnected, the digital room fell dead silent. It was just the two of us, screen to screen... very far, yet too close...

u/Honest-Plum7721 leaned back in his leather chair, his dark whiskey eyes locking onto mine... My heart was shuddering and I blushed deeply as the professional facade vanished.

'Show me what you have got under that shirt, Princess,' he commanded, his voice a low, deep rumble.

Slowly, deliberately... I looked right into the camera and reached for the buttons of my red shirt. My fingers trembled as I undid them one by one, letting the red fabric part to expose the delicate, sheer lace stretched over my boobs....my cleavage.. slick with sweat and my nipples... painfully hard, aching for his touch.

On his side of the screen, I watched his hand drop to his trousers. He unzipped himself, pulling out his thick cock, and began to stroke right there, his gaze never breaking from mine. The sight of him...watching me so intensely while taking himself in his hand...shattered the last of my restraint.

'Slide those panties for me, Princess. Touch that wet little cunt,' he whispered, his breath quickening.

I slid my hand down, parting the lace, and began to frantically rub my pulsing, soaked pussy. I groaned aloud, completely unable to hold it in anymore, arching my back against the office chair as my fingers worked to his relentless rhythm...

Before the edge could take me, his eyes flared through the screen. 'Bring your hand up,' he said breathlessly. 'Show me your dripping fingers, Princess.'

Shivering, I lifted my hand to the camera... glistening and completely drenched in my own juices dripping on the desk...

'Lick them for me,' he growled.

I held his gaze, opening my mouth and slowly sliding my wet fingers over my tongue, cleaning myself off right in front of his eyes. He moaned... 'That's my dirty little slut,' he praised, the words sending shivers down my spine.

I watched him stretch his foreskin back, exposing the glistening, dripping head of his cock.. slick with pre-cum. The visual was so raw, so incredibly dirty after the formality of the meeting, that it pushed me right over the edge. I watched his hand move faster as I rubbed myself desperately, letting out shameless, needy moans of pure desire until I went completely blind, crashing into a wild, breathless orgasm right before his eyes...while he came with a thunderous groan just in front of me....across the screen

Both of us were left breathing heavily, looking at each other with a hungry stare. Our chests heaved in the quiet of our cabin, our eyes locked in a silent promise of the beautiful insanity we share....