There was still an inch to go, but I pulled out of her while she milked me by squeezing her muscles tightly. I hovered at the lips of her sex and then without warning I slammed into her. She cried out, her hands gripping the desk edge so hard the knuckles were bone-white.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ I growled.
‘More,’ she cried.
It was surprising that she could even take this. How on earth was she able to ask for more?
I pounded her sticky, greedy sex furiously, our pubic bones grinding until I came with a roar. It ripped through me with a shockingly violent force. At first the blood in my ears was the only thing I heard and then it was like lava pouring down a mountain, fiery, destructive, indestructible. No one and nothing could contain me.
She must have been holding onto her orgasm because she climaxed a few seconds later. I watched her mingle pleasure and pain and come with an orgasm the like of which I had never seen. Her entire body convulsed and shook so hard I had to tighten my grip on her body. When it ebbed away she was left breathing hard, her eyes glazed and shocked. I eased out of her and guided the condom off. I pulled up my boxers and my pants, zipping them as I moved slightly away. Her feet hit the carpet.
I looked out of the window. I could see us reflected in the glass. Two ghostly figures. Fuck! I had just messed up. Real bad. I heard her walk away and as much as I tried not to, I had to turn back to watch. There was an unsteady wobble to her legs as she walked toward her clothes. She bent to pick them up and I saw her sex, engorged and overripe. And I sensed my own restless, unsatisfied state.
My cock felt agonizingly heavy and turgid. It seemed inconceivable, but I still needed to have more, much more of her. It was impossible to know why my desire for her was so strong or so unquenchable, but there was no more denying it. That was an experiment doomed to failure even before I had conceived it. She was pulling on her panties with her back turned to me.
‘Stop,’ I muttered.
She turned slowly, her panties around her thighs, and looked at me.
‘I’m not finished,’ I said softly.
She smiled. ‘Good. Because I’m thirsty.’ She pulled down her panties and walked toward me. She stood in front of me and her clever hands went to work. The buttons of my trousers popped open. Those clever hands. The zip tore down with impressive efficiency. She unbuttoned my shirt quickly and eased it over my shoulders. Her eyes moved quickly over my shoulders, chest and abs.
Then she got on her knees in front of me, looking upwards, naked, an almost penitent expression on her face. She pushed her head slightly so the head of my cock rested o
n her pink lower lip, the weight of it making her pout. She appeared to be waiting for me to act. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I gently pulled her back so her throat was almost perfectly aligned, a straight passage from her mouth to her stomach. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and my cock slipped in and rested on her tongue. She had a small mouth and the bulk of it seemed to surprise her to realize that her mouth was already full. Her lips stretched.
I stroked her soft hair.
Moving my hips I began to feed my shaft slowly into her warm, silky mouth, slipping across her tongue. It was a huge turn-on to see my dick slowly disappearing into her face as she gazed up into my eyes from her position of total subjugation. It was a high, a sense of control.
As soon as I hit the soft wall at the back of her throat, I pressed into her tonsils and felt her throat contract about my head as she gagged. I pulled back, but it was only a small respite, because I went inward again, this time not content with slithering my way into the back of her mouth, but going farther to level her throat open and wedge myself into it. Again she gagged and instinctively tried to resist, but her submissive position made her attempts puny and I hardly registered them.
I pulled her head down harder, and forced my hips forward. Her eyes widened with surprise. And then it happened. I didn’t have to train her. She was already well trained. Her throat surrendered and opened fully. My cock slid in unhindered, victorious. About an inch of me was inside that delicious tight, liquid-satin passage.
Meticulously, I fed her an inch at time, feeling the delectable squeeze of her throat. Every swallow was a silken caress, a pleasant massage. Six inches in. Seven inches. She made no sound. Her eyes were frozen wide. When she thought she was choking and her tongue writhed against me like velvet, I stopped moving, pulled her head farther down still, and waited it out. Until her throat stopped closing and relaxed again.
There was not a thing she could do to resist. To stop me. I could go as deep as I liked. Eight inches. And still I continued, an unhurried thick snake pushing into her throat until her face was pressed into my groin.
I knew with my cock so deep in her throat there was no way she could breathe so I began to pull back enjoying the way her throat squeezed to eject the foreign object out.
I kept my dick in the warm cave of her mouth while she took gasping breaths. When I judged that she had recovered I completely buried myself into her face. The slick capitulation, the depth of my penetration, and the total control I had over her served up a sensation that was like distilled pleasure. Something incandescent that pulsed down my length. I was coming and I was determined to hold as much of my cock down her throat as I could right through my climax.
As I began to shoot my load, emptying myself directly into her stomach, she began to make swallowing motions. Every spurt was a new wave of slick muscles running down my length. As the last few pulses hit my body I pulled out from her throat and filled her mouth with my remaining seed.
Before she could swallow it I used the extra lubrication of my cum to force my cock deep into her throat. Fucking her throat prolonged my ejaculation. Drops of semen and saliva escaped from around the corners of her lips and dribbled down her jaw. Her lips were slimy and her fine hair was glued to her cheek with my spill. Her breasts heaved. Tears from choking were set like jewels in her eyelashes.
She was every man’s fantasy come true.
I pulled out of her mouth and watched her lick her lips. She stood up, her lower face covered with my cream, and said, ‘Thanks for the drink, it was delicious, but…’ She took my fingers in her small hand and guided them between her legs. ‘You made my pussy wet.’
She was indeed wet. She was soaking.
I should have felt the sting of shame and guilt. How could I? I had never behaved in such an unprofessional manner before. I opened my mouth. I didn’t know what I was going to say—perhaps I was intending to apologize, even knowing that an apology was only going to make it worse—but she pressed my lips with her index finger.
‘Shh… Say nothing,’ she said, shaking her head slowly. ‘Nothing has changed. I’ll see you Wednesday at the agreed time.’
Then she was gone.