She’s moaning loudly around my throbbing length and the reverberations of that combined with her soft tongue sliding around me makes me harden even more, if you can imagine that.
You are imagining it, aren’t you? What it would be like to suck on a perfect cock like mine? It’s making you wet, isn’t it?
I thought so.
“Take it down deeper honey, just do it,” I say with a gritty tone.
I feel her try to open her throat and damn, does it feel good.
The problem with this girl is that she’s too easy to get, too eager. She doesn’t have any independence for me to steal. She’s already at my beck and call and I barely had to ask.
There’s no excitement in that, no challenge. There’s no hunt. She has no game.
But she’s not eager for me. I know she’s only in it for my power and my money, and I know that if somebody with even more money came walking around the corner, she’d be off following them. That’s not fucking exciting to me.
Tiffany is our latest secretary and she loves to work here because she gets passed around between three billionaire bad boys. But we need something a little more exciting than her to keep our interest for long.
My whole cock is now inside her mouth. I feel the muscles of her mouth working hard to suck my full girth and take it down her throat. I force it in.
She’s gagging and breathing and moaning. It’s so good, but not quite good enough.
“Oh, you’re fucking amazing. Deep throat it just like that,” I direct her.
My cock is soaking wet with her spit and she’s sucking me like I’m her only source of life.
She looks up at me and tries to gaze into my eyes, but I look away. I’m not in this for a connection. If she’s expecting longevity, then she should bail, but I’ll have that conversation later.
I enjoy the sensations some more, and after a while, I’m ready to come. I take her head and steady her while fucking her mouth. My cock is going straight down her throat and she’s gagging but she doesn’t even try to stop me.
I find her tits through her open blouse and squeeze them as I gasp and blow my load into her waiting mouth. Then I pull out and blow the rest of it all over her face and chest.
It’s a hot sight, seeing my cum all over the current secretary at Holt, Banks, and Shea.
She’s slurping up the leftovers and is so fucking excited to be in the esteemed position of receiving my cum. It’s like I’m doing her a favor by letting her suck my cock like this. She fucking loves it.
Tiffany gets off on this sort of thing. But now that I’m done, I’m kinda done with her too.
I zip up my pants up and say, “Okay Tiffany, you can return back to work.”
She knows the drill. She gets up and wipes the cum off her face, buttons her shirt, and turns to leave.
She won’t get out of here with one scrap of dignity.
You may think I’m selfish for not getting her off but trust me, the thought of my giant cock so far down her throat will get her off for days. She can’t get enough of me and anything I dish out, she’ll take.
Just as she reaches the doorknob, it turns and guess who walks in?
“Hi Adam,” Tiffany says, wiping the remainder of my cum off her face.
He smiles and almost laughs.
“Hello Tiffany, it looks like you’ve been very, very busy in here.”
He and I exchange a quick smirk. It’s just another average day at work.
Adam
I walk down the plush halls of Holt, Banks, and Shea and bask in the glory that comes with working for such a powerful political firm that has plenty of clout. Together, my best friends and I created a workforce that can get any politician elected at any time. We’re fucking fabulous at our jobs and having a number of submissives in the same building at any given time doesn’t really hurt, at all.
I love not having to leave the office to get blown or to fuck somebody, with the blinds closed of course. This means I don’t have to take anybody back to my penthouse and I don’t have to deal with kicking them out before the sun comes up.
It’s all at work. Everything I need is at my fucking fingertips and it feels fucking awesome to be a man with this much political influence. I’m the guy you want to know.
I’m the guy you want to fuck.
But I don’t care about commitment, and don’t fucking think about saying the word marriage. Let’s get that cleared up right away.
If you want me to put a ring on it, then I’m not the man for you. You might as well keep walking, but not before fuck you.