As for Becka, she’s practically fucking drooling.
Good. Horny little bitches like her ought to be drooling over a cock like mine.
It doesn’t take me long to cum. I don’t need porn or dirty talk or any of that shit. I’m in control of my body—and I want this little slut to see that.
Rope after rope of thick, creamy cum blasts out of the big, fat tip of my cock. My aim is impeccable—every fucking one of them lands in the protein shake. If I thought she could count any higher than ten right now, I would say that Becka counted every spurt.
I haven’t just filled it to the fucking brim—it’s pouring over the edge as well. She looks fucking dumbstruck as she watches the long, pearly strands drip down the side of the glass.
“Go on then,” I tell her. “Drink up.”
I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip up. Becka reaches for the shake. Behind me, I can feel Chase snort in amusement and Linda holding her fucking breath.
“Oh my god,” Becka moans, taking a little sip. It’s immediately followed by a second, louder moan as that sip turns into gulp after fucking gulp. “MmMmmmmMMMMM!”
I watch, unsurprised, as she chugs the whole fucking thing. She’s so eager to get it onto that slutty little tongue of hers that it leaks over the corners of her lips and spills down her chin. The shake pours down her throat, pooling between her breasts. It smears over her name-tag, until her name is just a fucking smudge.
When she comes up for air, her chest is heaving and the glass is fucking drained.
“That was,” she pants. “The best thing…I’ve ever tasted…”
“In your whole fucking life,” I finish for her. “I’m sure.”
I glance over to Linda, who looks like she’s about to either quit or faint on the spot. “Are we done here?”
“No!” Becka pleads. “Please…p-please. Fuck me? I don’t even care—you can use whatever hole you want. Just…please, just finish in my mouth, okay? Your cum…oh my god, your cum—”
I look over my shoulder to Chase. I don’t need to say a fucking word—we’ve known each other for long enough and shared enough women that he knows what I’m saying from just a look.
You wanna take this one? the look says.
You fucking started it, his look says back, but nonetheless, he moves forward, unbuckling his belt.
I already can hear Becka gagging on him as I turn to Linda. Our head of research is still as pale as the wall behind her. Probably fucking stunned—women tend to get like that when they see me at work.
“Can I get you something?”
I see her eyes dart to my crotch before she remembers herself and shakes her head no.
“Good.” I’m unable to fight back the pleased smirk on my lips. I’m still basking in the satisfaction of a job well done. “How long before we can get these on the market?”
“W-well…” Linda blinks several times and sighs heavily before she can make words. “The FDA will have a fucking cow…”
“Why? It’s non-dairy creamer.”
She snorts when she laughs, pushing her nerdy-ass glasses back up her nose.
“Right. Well, if you’re prepared to write a big, fat check to get them to look the other way…”
“Always. How long?”
Linda’s brow sets in consternation. Behind us, Becka pipes her throat with Chase’s rock-hard dick.
“A couple of weeks for trials. To get it to market, though…I’ll need a few months.”
“Good.”
I look over to Chase, telling him to wrap it up with the little slut taste-testing his man meat, and he nods in understanding. I figure after this, we can hit the gym and throw some weight around to round off the day.