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Most people have a fear of public speaking. In fact, I've read that the fear of public speaking is worse than the fear of death - which means if you kill someone on the way to deliver a speech, odds are you're doing them a favor.

But that's not me. I'm not afraid of public speaking. In fact, I do it for a living. And I don't just give any presentations. I give presentations to C-Suite groups on a regular basis as an enterprise sales specialist. 

And, if you don't know what that is, don't worry, that's not what this story is about. No, it's about when there was an issue during my presentation, and not just any issue.

As everyone filled into the room, I moved to load the presentation, and disaster struck. Well, as with most real disasters, there were multiple problems that struck at the same time.

First, my presentation software crashed. Embarrassing, yes, but nothing that anyone in my position hasn't had happen. Unfortunately, my background screen is set to randomized photos from my computer. And there, as my software crashed, the screen changed from a cute nature photo to me at a party, making out with a woman 20 years younger than me. 

While most of the guys in the room would love to be at a club with someone twenty years younger than them, when you're a 45 year old woman, the response is a bit different. I would like to say I covered it, but I froze, remembering that night, and the naughty things I did with that cute young thing... and anyone looking at the photo could have an idea, as she cupped my breast in her hand, and I groped her shapely ass while I had my tongue deep in her mouth.

It was a still image that allowed anyone with an imagination to watch a video in their mind as he unfolded.

Unfortunately there isn't an easy way to change the background image, and in my haste of clicking on things with my wireless mouse, I accidentally opened another folder, and double clicked on another file. But instead of it being a presentation, it was a video of me with another girl.

If the photo had been naughty, this one would be down right scandalous. 

I realized what it was, and went to shut it down, and normally would have, however, that is when my mouse decided to die.

I watched in horror as the video started. I was naked, on my hands and knees, while my assistant held a leash that was connected to the only thing I was wearing, a collar. The same assistant was in the room with me, equally trying to figure out how to make the screen play.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, it turns out the audio was turned up so everyone could hear "That's a good little bitch, walk this way, I've got someone I want you to meet."

Now everyone could see me standing next to my assistant at the podium, while on the screen she led me like a bitch to do another trick.

With the camera trained on me, I felt like I was going to die as I crawled past the person with the camera videoing me. She focused on my ass with every step I took, till I got to another foxy young lady.

I was trying to move my mouse with my laptop's track pad, but I had disabled it as I didn’t want to accidently bump it. After all I had the mouse… and now nothing worked.

Instead, everyone watched as I went to pleasure the naked young lady in front of me, eating out her pussy, while my assistant called me a good little bitch over and over. 

My assistant tried standing in front of the screen, but it was no use. The screen was much too big, and people could see on the screen, my assistant was stroking my hair, treating me like her little pet.

Everyone saw how good I was, as the first girl came within a minute. At this time every man was sitting upright, or at least part of them was. As I fumbled with the remote and mouse, I could see people staring at me, and then at the screen. Back and forth they watched. Any respect I had was gone.

In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t make my fingers work, and my wireless mouse broke as I tried to open the battery case. I fell into my chair, watching everyone watching me. To them I wasn’t the sales person who would save their company millions of dollars a year. No, to them, I was a dirty lesbian, who wore nothing by a collar like a bitch, and some very naughty jewelry.

I buried my head in my hands, wanting to disappear forever.

“If you think she’s fun like that, watch this,” I heard my assistant say on the screen.

By this point she had given up as well. The most intimate portions of our lives were there on the screen.

I looked up, knowing what was next. The camera turned to my assistant. She was wearing a strap-on dildo, twirling it around as she shook her hips for the crowd at the party.

She came up behind me, and mounted me. “A bitch should be fucked doggy style! Am I right?”

A cheer rang out from the party goers on the video, as my assistant made me continue to eat out the pussy of the girl in front of me.

She fucked me hard and fast, just like I liked, and soon I was cumming loudly. Being used like this always does something to me, and it was in full effect at this point.

“I guess she does like black cock afterall!” My assistant loved to humiliate me during sex, and I loved taking it. I never had until I met her, but after working for me for just a couple weeks, our power dynamic shifted. 

You see, at work, I was in charge. But when we’re outside of work… Well, then all bets are off. I was tired of making decisions or doing much of anything. And I went from being a pillow princess, to my assistant’s little bitch pretty quick. She was a little more butch, but still very sexy, and most guys would try to hit on her… if they only knew she had a bigger dong than most of them… even if it wasn’t real, and she really knew how to use that thing.

My assistant pulled my hair as she kept fucking me as I was still cumming. “That’s it, you like that. Don’t you bitch?”

“Yes,” I hissed as I was cumming. The camera man had me centered.

“What?”

“Yes, I like you fucking me. Make me your bitch. Make me scream… please…” I begged.

With that, she spanked my ass nice and hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure as she kept fucking me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I passed out right there in the lap of the girl I had been eating out.

She stroked my face as my mistress of the night, my assistant during the day, pulled out of me.

“She’s a good little bitch, but can’t quite take it all.” Her smile was huge. “Anyone want to try to take it? I can keep going,” she offered.

Some were interested, and she made out with several, while I slowly regained consciousness. I was envious of the girls she was making out with. I wanted her… and her fake cock to myself. But I was just her little bitch, and she was going to do what she wanted with who she wanted.

The girl who I had eaten out, helped me up on the sofa. There we kissed as she fingered me, making me pant for her… “That’s it little bitch,” she said to me. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

I was nearly in tears. I liked being humiliated, but this was just too much.

The door to the conference room opened. In walked someone from IT, and calmly walked over to my computer and simply unplugged the HDMI cable so nothing went to the projector, and thus the screen.

How did I miss something so easy? Did I want to be humiliated like that? I was about to scream when I saw the screen. It was still playing, but as I looked at it, and then looked at the IT person, I made a connection. It was the same girl.

The girl I made out with yesterday, was the girl that saved me today.

She smiled at me, and handed me her card, then turned and left. I don’t know if anyone else noticed or not, but I did. And now, my panties were soaked as I thought about the possibilities.

The CEO suggested we all take a break so I can try to get things fixed and do the presentation. He acted like nothing had happened, but I also realized most of the guys didn’t want to get up and leave… afterall, a part of them was up already, and it might embarrass them, just like I had been embarrassed.

Ten minutes later I was giving the presentation, and soon they were voting to use my company and our services. Maybe they felt sorry for me, maybe we had the best product at the best price, or maybe… just maybe… They were hoping to catch another video when we came back for renewal next year.

🖤🩶🖤

I dislike sex with my white husband, but the little I have is just missionary and nothing else. But with Black guys I do all of this and more:

Deepthroat

Swallow cum

Anal

Squirt

Girl on girl

Ass lick

Slapped and choked

Tied up

Swallow pee

Gangbang

Spitroast

Call me names

Etc.

Have you ever felt something sexual, about something that's not sexual? Not like someone who is attracted to trees, or some shit like that. No, I mean… well, consider the game of pool, or billiards if you want to be fancy.

There's something about being bent over, while people are watching you handle a long, hard stick, stroking it back and forth as you line up your shot to put some big, heavy balls into a pocket… that well… it makes me think of other long hard shafts, and other pockets… and as an exhibitionist, I'm not shy about people watching me do that either.

So when my husband, Mike, wanted to get a pool table, I was fine with that. And that first night we had it, I wasn't shy about how I thought about it. In fact, I suggested, we make the game a little more fun… instead of betting a dollar a ball, we'd wager a piece of clothing. And if you lost one, you could either win one back, or work on getting your opponent naked.

Well, my husband was all about getting me naked, which is not unusual for us. Like I said, I'm not exactly a closet exhibitionist. Walking around naked hoping to excite my husband is a fairly common occurrence.

And soon, I was bent over, while my husband stared at my ass as I prepared to take a shot.

Of course, I missed, which then led to the discussion of "What do I do now? I mean, I'm already naked."

He smiled at me as I sat on one of the bar stools we have in our game room. I had my legs spread, and he watched as I rubbed the cue back and forth across my pussy lips. As he watched me, I couldn't help but wonder, "So, if your friends know what I do with these cues, will they be more likely to use them… or less?"

"I know I'd use them more?"

"I know what I'd rather you use," I hinted.

He took the hint and bent me over the pool table and fucked me against it. He was rough and fast, and I liked it. Then he pulled his pants up, while I stayed naked, and prepared my next shot. As I lined my cue with the ball, I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I liked it.

I took my shot and missed. "I wonder what types of games we should play when you have your friends over."

"Oh, I think I know what type of games you want to play. I bet you'd love to be naked while they shoot around, taking turns with you just as they take turns with the table."

I might have unintentionally let out a little moan at that. Mike has already shared me with some of his friends, knowing how much I love to be watched.

First, he fucked me in the kitchen while we were supposed to be getting snacks for the guys while they were over for a football game. I had made sure I was nice and loud so they could hear, then he invited his friends to use me as well.

Mike stayed and watched the entire time, while the other guys shuffled in and out. Some came to watch, some came to use, but before the game was over, all had heard, seen, and/or used me for their pleasure… which was my pleasure.

I have no idea who won the game that night. I only know that I was the real winner, as he made my dreams and fantasies come true. And now, well, once you make your dream a reality, you just want to dream bigger.

I know I suck at pool, but I know I could be a lot of fun at the pool table if I were given the chance, and that's all I'm asking for. Luckily, I know my husband, and his friends. If there's a way, he'll make it happen.

The next couple of evenings I heard him talking to his friends on the phone, inviting people over for a special party to break in the pool table. Now, you might ask why he didn't text his friends. Well, whenever he doesn't want their wives or girlfriends to find out, he always calls, and given the nature of this party… I'm glad he called.

The party was set up for the next weekend, so I had some time to practice… and by practice, I meant finding the right angles to take on the pool table so someone gould fuck me really good. Hubby of course helped with that, as did several of my favorite toys.

When Saturday came around, his friends started showing up one by one around noon. They hadn't eaten yet, and clearly I was on the menu. Or so I thought until I saw Amanda arriving.

"What's she doing here?" I heard my husband ask his friend.

"Don't worry, she's cool."

"Cool with this?!" he asked in a stage whisper.

"Very cool," she answered. She was holding a couple of six packs in her hands, and brought them to the game room. When she put them down, you could see what was up. She was wearing a very tight tank top, short shorts, and knee-high socks.

Now, I don't normally go for girls, but she was making me rethink my position on it. Especially as she walked around the table. With each step, you could see the bounce of her braless tits. All the guys, and myself, were glued to the hard nipples that were poking out of her shirt, inviting people to play with them.

The guys' tongues were all wagging at this point, and who could blame them? I was already turned on, and knew if the guys got my horny enough, they might get a show they never would forget, if she was up for that type of thing, of course.

She walked over to me and ran her hand up my arm. "I hear you like to be watched… me too," and with that she turned and went over to her boyfriend, who she kissed deeply in front of us all. 

He wasn't shy in front of everyone with her either, feeling up her firm tits in front of everyone, pinching the nipples that everyone wanted to play with.

"She's ready, boys," he told everyone, letting them know she was fair game.

"What do you say we get the game started then?" she suggested.

My husband offered to put on the burgers while another buddy of his got out some more beers that he had brought. That left Amanda and me in the room with about four horny guys looking for fun and a show.

"So, do we even try to play pool? Or do we just go for the guys?" She asked me.

"I saw we play pool, and let the guys do what they dare."

I racked the balls, and she was up first. She took her shot, and spread the balls everywhere, but in the pockets. I slapped her ass nice and hard, leaving my hand there for a second longer than was appropriate.

"Looks like it's my turn," I said, bending over and lining up a shot. I pulled the cue back and then thrust it forward, sinking a ball.

I let out a little shout of joy and surprise. "Looks like you got to lose an item of clothing."

"Already?" she said, half laughing. "Boy, you do like to move things along quickly."

"Well, I do like showing off… and showing off others." Now I was the one laughing.

I missed my next shot, and she made hers. I told her she could order me to take something off, or put her shirt back on, player's choice.

"Now, why would I ever want to get dressed?" She asked playfully. "It's a lot more fun when I'm naked."

I have to say; I liked her way of thinking. I undid my top and tossed it at one of my husband's friends. I didn't know his name, and would try hard not to learn it. It was so much more fun fucking a guy in front of people when you don't know their names. The wantonness… the anonymity… it was weird, but fun.

She made another shot, and off my shorts went. I was down to my bra and panties, as well as my sneakers, which I'd keep on for traction.

She missed, and I made my shot. That got her out of her short shorts, and now she was only wearing some bikini panties.

Unfortunately, we both missed our next set of shots. That's when my husband walked in and saw us.

"Well, you two don't waste any time, do you?"

"No, but we're having a string of bad luck," I said, pouting. "We've been like this for two or three rounds..."

"Oh, I know why," he said. Then he walked over and pulled my panties down in front of everyone. Now I was naked.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because you've been practicing playing naked, you need to play like you practice," he said.

I bent over, and he felt me up and down my crack as I did. It was tough to concentrate, but I made the shot.

"Woo hoo," I yelled with joy.

"Maybe I should try that," Amanda offered.

"Then let me help, of course. You were losing your panties anyway because she just made her shot," my husband said, walking over and stripping his friend's girlfriend of her last bit of clothes.

"Now the real fun begins," he said. As she bent forward to shoot, he ran his hand over her and down between her legs. I could tell when he reached her pussy, as she cooed at his touch.

"Oh?"

"Anything visible is fair game," he said. "And if your opponent makes a shot, then you have to pay up in favors. And they get to pick what those favors are."

"Now that sounds like fun," she said… and she was right.

I bent over and waited for someone to mount me. It didn't take any time. I don't know how many balls I sunk after that point, but I know a lot of balls were sunk into me… and that's what really matters.

Amanda and I kept up all afternoon, working to both please those guys, and be seen doing every naughty thing imaginable.

When the guys left, my husband invited Amanda and his friend to stay. We were all still naked, and he turned on the big TV in the game room.

There he pulled up something, a video he had made of the day's events. There we watched ourselves being totally depraved in front of those guys, fucking all of them, and each other, until we were all ready to share one another again.