Leaked on stage

Yesterday, I gave an important presentation on our new visual corporate design to the entire staff and the board of directors. Despite thorough preparation, the technology failed shortly before the start, and I created a ticket with a queasy feeling, hoping for quick help.

Exactly five minutes later, the door opens and the new IT technician enters. He is incredibly handsome and has a calming aura. With skilled hands, he gets the projector working again, and I feel a wave of relief.

I tell him about my nervousness and ask if he could help me get rid of this pent-up energy. Because normally, sex helps me relax and clear my head. His steel-blue eyes fixed on me with an intense calm, and a knowing smile played around his lips.

He takes my hand, his touch firm yet gentle, like a silent anchor in the midst of chaos. Without hesitation, he leads me behind the stage. The cool concrete floor and the muffled sounds of the seminar room form a sharp contrast to the sudden intimacy that builds between us.

Backstage, far away from prying eyes, just 15 minutes before the presentation, I nervously take off my blouse and put it aside so as not to arouse suspicion. My breasts are suddenly in his large hands. His hands knead them gently, with a mixture of tenderness and passion, while his tongue playfully glides over my nipples, teasing and stimulating them until they become hard. I push him to the floor and sit on top of him.

My large breasts dangle above him, and his eyes reflect disbelief. As if he has never seen such magnificent tits dangling in front of him before.

I quickly slide my hand over his stomach until it reaches the edge of his pants. With a determined grip, I open his belt and push his pants down a little.

His arousal is clearly noticeable, hard and pulsing under my fingers. I grasp him and notice how his breathing becomes heavier.

I start to jerk off his cock when suddenly his big cock penetrates my dripping wet pussy. He thrusts me like a wild stallion. He grabs my ass and thrusts while I sit on top of him. Harder and harder, faster and faster. I come so hard, thick white strands running down his cock. My pussy throbs with lust so much that I forget everything around me.

Suddenly, I hear the announcement: “And the first speaker for the visual strategies section is Ms. Bauer.”

I jump up, give my technician a kiss on the mouth with a smile, and put on my blouse in a flash. Thank God there's a mirror backstage so I can take one last look at myself. Everything looks tip-top.

Let's go.

What I didn't know at the time, before I stepped in front of the assembled team, was...

I stand in front of the assembled team, confidently giving my presentation as if nothing had happened. As I stand there, moving from left to right, I notice something.

Oh my God, he filled me up, he came inside me. In all the excitement and stress, I didn't even notice. Now I'm standing here in front of everyone, wearing no panties under my skirt, and I feel myself slowly starting to leak...

His semen is running down my inner thigh. A hot wave of panic rushes through my body. Now there's only one way to save myself.

The lectern – nicely covered from top to bottom.

Five steps at most, then I'll be safe.

Phew, I made it.

I've never moved so quickly on stage before. And it keeps flowing and flowing.

All of his semen is running down my legs as I talk about our company's visual identity. That was close. Maybe I shouldn't organize adventures like this at such short notice in the future.