Dominated by a Busty Entrepreneur in an Online Meeting

On a spring afternoon, soft sunlight streaming through the window illuminated my desk. While glancing at the cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind outside, I stared at my laptop screen. As a freelance writer, today's work was an online business meeting. There was a slight tension in my chest about how my writing skills would be utilized in the meeting with the client, a startup IT company. Multiple participants' faces lined up on the screen, and they began introducing themselves with serious expressions. I am Masato, a 30-year-old single man. I thought I'd put my virgin past behind me, but I'm still a pathetic guy whose heart pounds around women.

As the meeting got underway, a name caught my eye in the chat: Saki, entrepreneur. Her icon was a simple profile photo of a beautiful woman with black hair smiling coolly. The moment her voice came through the mic, my breath caught. "Hello everyone, I'm Saki. I'll be serving as the creative director for this project. Masato, your writing style is very intriguing." Her voice was low and seductive, as if whispering right in my ear. Her appearance on screen showed her in an elegant white blouse with buttons fastened up to the neck, yet somehow the swell of her chest was emphasized. Those ample breasts. That cleavage began to dominate my view through the screen.

As the meeting progressed, my focus scattered. Every time Saki's voice resonated, my eyes were drawn to her chest. The spring sunlight brightly lit her room, making the blouse fabric faintly sheer and revealing the lace of her bra underneath. My fantasies grew. Just like in my virgin days, I imagined her breasts in my mind. That soft sensation, that warmth. My groin heated up and began to harden inside my pants. This is bad, not here. A private message popped up in the chat. "Masato, would you like to talk privately? During a break in the meeting." It was from Saki. My heart pounded violently. With trembling fingers, I replied, "Understood."

When it switched to the private chat room, the screen showed only her face. Up close, Saki was breathtakingly beautiful. Her lips were red, and her eyes shone with a bewitching light. "Masato, even during the meeting, you were looking at my chest, weren't you?" Her words made my face flush. I tried to deny it but couldn't speak. "Hehe, it's fine. I'm glad you looked. I like the excited look on a man like you who seems inexperienced." Inexperienced? I hurriedly typed, "That's not true!" but her smile spread across the screen. "Don't lie. I can almost hear your breathing through the screen. Take a good look at my cleavage. I'll show it to you even closer."

She slid her hand over her blouse and lightly pressed her chest. The cleavage deepened, and the weight of her breasts swayed. My eyes were fixed. The spring breeze swayed her hair, and I could almost imagine the faint scent of shampoo. No, even through the screen, why was my sense of smell stimulated? "Imagine it. Burying your face in those breasts, wrapped so softly you can't breathe. You'll do exactly as I say. Masato, you're my slave." The psychological domination began. Her voice was commanding, ensnaring my mind. I nodded unconsciously, my hand reaching for my groin. "Huh? Wait..." I muttered, but she cut me off. "We're in a meeting, you know? The others don't know, but right now you're getting excited at my command. Try touching it over your pants. Picture my breasts."

My fingers trembled as they stroked my groin. The cleavage on screen burned into my mind, and my inexperienced fantasies exploded. Kneading those breasts, sucking on the nipples. I could almost hear Saki's moans. Her chat continued. "Harder. You're my toy. Getting this hard from virgin-like fantasies? Hehe, cute. My breasts are dominating you. It's an order: put your hand inside your pants right now and stroke yourself." Unable to resist, I obeyed. Under the desk, I gripped my hot shaft and moved my hand up and down. My breathing grew ragged, and the spring sunlight illuminated my sweaty forehead. Sight was filled with her breasts, hearing with her whispers. Even taste seemed sweetened by imagined saliva. "Saki... ah, not here..." My voice nearly leaked through the mic, so I quickly muted.

"Good boy. Harder. Look at my cleavage and stop if you're about to come. You can't finish without my permission, even if you want to." Her psychological control was perfect. Like in my virgin days, I edged repeatedly at the peak of arousal. Through the screen I could hear her breathing, and I could tell she was touching her own breasts too. Her blouse shifted, flashing a glimpse of pink areola. My fantasies accelerated, our mutual masturbation syncing. "Masato, I'm touching myself too. Pinching my nipples at your command. Imagine it? My ample breasts getting soiled with your seed." Heat welled up, and I desperately held back. Amid the distant meeting voices, this private room became our lewd world. Finally she commanded, "Now, come," and I exploded under the desk. White spurts flew, leaving me breathless. Her laughter echoed. "Hehe, so obedient. Let's meet after the meeting? I'll let you touch my real breasts."

The meeting ended thirty minutes later. In a daze, I closed the screen and stepped out onto the balcony, blown by the spring breeze. The scent of cherry blossoms tickled my nose as the afterglow of release made my body tremble. An email from Saki arrived. "I'm waiting at the cafe nearby. Come." My heart started pounding again. To think my virgin-like fantasies would become reality. I quickly showered, changed clothes, and left the house. The spring daytime streets were calm, with cherry blossom trees forming a pink tunnel. When I arrived at the cafe, Saki sat at a window seat. She was far more alluring in person. The white blouse was the same, but up close the swell of her breasts was overwhelming. The deep cleavage swallowed my gaze.

"You came, Masato. Good boy." Her voice was even more captivating in reality. The aroma of coffee drifted as we faced each other. Her hand touched my knee under the table. The tactile shock. Soft fingertips traced my thigh. "You can't be satisfied through the screen, can you? You're itching to touch my breasts, aren't you?" I could only nod, and she stood, taking my hand. "Come this way." We went to a private room at the back of the cafe. Once the door closed, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Her ample breasts were revealed. The breasts wrapped in her bra were beyond imagination—heavy, swaying, their pale skin glowing in the spring light. "Touch them. It's an order."

My hand naturally reached out and grasped her breast. Soft and warm. My fingers sank in, and the hardness of her nipple registered in my palm. Saki's breath was hot, her lips at my ear. "Squeeze harder. You're my slave. Devoted like someone inexperienced." I chased my fantasies in reality, kneading her breasts. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my nose, and when I sought a kiss, her tongue entwined with mine. The taste was sweet and tart, saliva mixing. My clothes were removed, and my shaft hardened again. She knelt and sandwiched it between her ample breasts. A titjob. The pressure of soft flesh, the smooth friction of skin. Sight and touch, everything dominated. "Saki... ah, it feels good..." My voice trembled, and her command came. "Don't come. Hold on until I say."

The air in the private room grew hot, and with the spring breeze swaying the curtains, she pushed me onto the floor. Her ample breasts covered my face, making it hard to breathe. A pleasure that felt like suffocation. Her intimate area enveloped my shaft, and fully submissive sex began. With each thrust of her hips, her breasts swayed, filling my view. "You're mine. Psychologically, physically, all of you." Her voice resonated, and I obeyed without resistance. My virgin-like fantasies reached their peak, exploding with intense pistoning. Hot seed poured into her, our sweat mingling. The salty taste of her sweat on my tongue, the harmony of moans in my ears.

Afterward, we lay on the bed. Saki's ample breasts nestled against my chest as spring sunlight gently filtered through the curtains. Her fingers stroked my hair. "Let's meet again. You're already my captive." Immersed in the afterglow, I nodded. From online psychological domination to complete real-life submission. Cherry blossom petals danced by the window, and it felt like my new world had begun. That cleavage would dominate me forever.