She moans as I squeeze her tits and she throats my cock. “Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I ask her.
She nods, “Please Boss.” And increases her effort, eager for me.
“Beg me, Milly, I need you to beg me.”
“Please,” she says, her lips grabbing the tip of my cock, “Please come in my mouth.”
I squeeze her tits as I feel myself ready to do exactly what she wants. What she begged for.
She hugs my legs as I fill up her mouth with my pulsing cock. “Anything Milly, here I fucking come,”
“I want it, every fucking inch of it down my throat. Just the way it’ll feel to have it all deep inside my pussy.”She sucked harder and harder, waiting deliriously for the gushing, creamy cum that would be her reward.Thick, hot wads of creamy cum shot from my cock. They splashed obscenely into her mouth, sliding down her throat.
“I want to swallow every single drop.” She says. I think I’m in love.
Finally, my cock began to soften, and she reluctantly slid her mouth off it.“Did I do good Boss?”
Did she ever. I look down at her, and feel something I’ve never felt before. It’s terrifying. “We can’t do this again.”
I zip up and she covers herself again. “Yes Boss,” she says.
But she doesn’t mean it. She knows I don’t mean it.
This new feeling is a stone in my gut. And it seems like I’ll never get rid of it. I’ll have to see her in the office, teasing me, tempting me, raising my pulse every time I fucking see her.
Might as well fuck her if this is what I’m in for.
Instead I held her tight as she fell asleep.