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That said, nothing excited me more than a session with my husband. He always made everything so exceedingly electrifying. There was no such thing as dull sex with Lewis. If we were watching a movie and came across a hot scene, or reading a novel, or heard about a new technique or a new toy – we tried it. Lewis was game for anything, particularly if it involved the domination of me. It was bliss for both of us.
Take for example, the day we joked about sneaking me into his office to spend the afternoon ‘under the boss’s desk’. Most couples kid around about such things. The only difference being, Lewis makes it happen. Others might talk about it, we actually do it.
He chose the day carefully. It was early August and a short work week. Most of his staff would be on vacation. He was working on a new-business Powerpoint presentation which required quiet writing time in his office, and most importantly, no meetings. This was an ideal day to inconspicuously sneak me in.
We met in the lobby of his office building as planned. He told me to arrive at noon, and not a moment later. To be safe, I got there a few minutes early and used the opportunity to look around. I caught my refection in the large windows. I looked quite striking, I thought to myself, not bad at all. That said, when Lewis saw me, he didn’t compliment me the way that he usually did. Not at a time like this. I was there for one purpose, and one purpose only – to worship his cock. My skin showed off my glowing summer tan, accentuated by my white dress. It was sleeveless, scooped neck, and hemmed just above my knee. It was the perfect balance between stylishly sexy and something that looks appropriate in a corporate office. I followed him into and up the elevator, his hand on the small of my back directing my every move. We made it to his personal office largely unseen. So far, so good.
Once in there, he directed me to clear off his desk. Next I was told to lie across it, on my back. I was wet instantly, just from the anticipation of how we’d spend the next several hours, never mind his casual confidence. It drove me wild with desire. When he nodded, I unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung free. I grasped it with my hand and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, kissing my way to the very tip of it.
Time for instructions: “Listen Abby, stop! Today you are here to serve only as a mouth. A warm worshipping mouth for my cock. Treat my cock like your life depends on it. Your whole world this afternoon is to pleasure my cock. Am I making myself clear, you little cock-sucking whore?”
I nodded. My lips were now pursed, as I glided along the underside of the thick long shaft above my eyes. Through the knit fabric of my white dress, I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. His large thickening cock was undoubtedly arousing me, and I was indeed his little whore.
He pulled away and motioned for me to get in position. Under his desk. We both knew this is exactly what would happen today, so I was not surprised. I was going to spend the afternoon sucking and worshipping Lewis
’ cock, while kneeling underneath. Meanwhile, he was going to continue working as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Lewis stood nearby to watch as I seductively slid under there. His manhood was never too far from my willing mouth. I was going to lick his cock as if it was a Popsicle. I would adore it. I would devour it.
As I was slithering under the desk, I was about to use my hands to grasp his cock and direct it toward my face. However, Lewis pushed my wrists away and put a stop to that.
“No, you little cunt, no hands, all mouth.”
He then reached behind himself, and pulled his chair closer so he could sit. Lewis shimmied forward, until his head was in perfect position. He reminded me to keep my arms at my sides and away from his cock. I planted my hands on the carpeting, which helped me maintain proper balance and alleviate some of the weight from my knees. This was not the most comfortable position, but I so wanted to please him. I knew I could bop my head up and down on his rock-hard cock and suck.
It wasn’t long before Lewis was ready for his orgasm. I tasted his pre-cum, sensed he was close to climax. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, mostly for the humor of the moment or to prolong the act, I wasn’t sure which. Clearly, he wanted to continue with his work day; all the while my sweet, soft, wet mouth was working away on his dick. It was a client. Luckily, the client did most of the talking. For my part, I squeezed my mouth a little tighter and focused entirely on the head of his cock. I bopped up and down steadily and more quickly. I could hear his breathing becoming deeper; he was loving this! My tongue licked the underside of his head as I did so, and within seconds he was exploding into my eager mouth. I could feel spurt after spurt of cum flood out of him and into my wanting mouth. I swallowed expertly, without losing my rhythm. As his orgasm subsided, he began to relax and sink down further into his office chair. However, at no point did I remove my mouth. Meanwhile, I sensed Lewis was smiling and almost chuckled aloud, occasionally saying “uh huh” and “yeah, makes sense” to his client who was, of course, completely oblivious to everything that was happening.
He reached under the table and gripped my head, pulling me off his cock but pressing my face into his crotch. His thick, throbbing tool was mashed into my face just as he hung up the phone, the call finally over. He held me like that for several long minutes, his half-hard cock melded into my dutiful face. When he drew back his head a few inches, I knew what to do. I licked and lapped. As he started to harden again, I concentrated on his shaft and balls. I never let up, working diligently.
This went on for what seemed like twenty minutes or more. I was tired, but I knew I had to continue pleasing him. Lewis powered up his laptop and tried to concentrate on his proposal, but it was difficult with my relentless tongue and lips working their magic with absolute dedication.
He opened his top drawer and reached for scissors. Holding them safely he offered the handle to me and commanded, “Cut away your thong.”
I had on my new mauve colored thong that I had just purchased, made of exquisite French lace, so delicate and now soaked with my arousal.
I didn’t stop worshipping his cock as I followed his orders. I took the scissors and carefully reached between my legs. My knees were spread, and I was easily able to cut the material at the thin point, toward the sides of my upper thighs. Lewis heard the sound of the snipping, so without further instruction, I knew to hand him the thong and the scissors. He took them as his cock was hardening anew.
Soon, he was completely stiff again. This time, he wanted me to take him deeper into my mouth. He reached under, and with both hands, he took a firm grasp of my head. He forced himself deeper into my mouth…and then deeper still. I gagged and involuntarily tried to pull away. I’m sure he could hear me breathe through my nose, in desperation. He let me catch my breath and regain my composure. I relaxed my throat, knowing what was coming. He wasn’t about to let me off easy. He forced into me until his cock pushed into my throat, and then he held me there, despite my watering eyes. We continued the sport for some minutes. He’d let me catch my breath, my nostrils flaring, then he’d thrust forward again, until he was literally fucking my face. His cock was so big and so hard, it completely filled my mouth. His strong hands curled into my hair and pulled me closer, which was causing additional discomfort. I was doing my best. My eyes occasionally looking up toward him, even as my sight line was obscured. If Lewis could see my eyes, he’d know I wasn’t begging for mercy so much as apologizing for any incompetency. I was, in effect, saying I’m sorry for gagging and was trying to improve as we progressed. Indeed, he showed no mercy. He would simply bear down on my throat again and again, temporarily shutting off my air supply as I kept my firm hands in place on the floor. Never once did I shift position, a testament to my obedience and dedication. My mouth belonged to him.
I could feel him getting ready to cum again. His cock increased in size ever so slightly, and somehow, hardened further with that familiar pre-cum coating the back of my throat. He let go of my head and caressed the side of my face with the back of his fingers. I concluded the deep-throating was over. My mouth went to work, as it had done earlier. I sucked on his cock like a pro, just like he taught me. He especially enjoyed how I varied my cock-sucking style, moment by moment. At times, soft and slow. Then I’d bop again, concentrating on the head. Next I’d shift my angle, or use my tongue a certain way. I closed my eyes and worshipped his cock. Meanwhile, his foot began to nudge its way between my spread legs. His leather shoe found my pussy, and he started the movement of tapping his foot, knowing the tip of the shoe would be rubbing against my slit. I squirmed when he tilted his foot slightly sideways so the front edge of the shoe found its way in between the folds of my pussy. I blushed deeply when we both heard the squelching sound of my wet cunt. He rubbed me, finding my clit no less. However, I dared not cum. Today was about showing him how much I worship his cock. Nothing else. My only pleasure would come from knowing I satisfied him. As if he could read my mind, I felt Lewis pull back his foot and playfully kick at my open cunt.
He spoke aloud: “I want you to understand something: there will be no orgasms for you today, slut. Keep sucking. That’s it. Good girl. Remember, my dick is your idol today. You should feel honored that I picked you to suck my cock. Worship it, worship my stiff cock, whore. This is your destiny, to suck cock.”
His impending orgasm was now past the point of no return. He was on the verge of cumming for the second time. Knowing this, I sucked with added enthusiasm. He came into my mouth again and again, and I swallowed every single drop. I knew he was content. I felt pleased that I made him feel that way. But the afternoon was far from over, and I wondered what else was in store.
“Keep your mouth in place; don’t you dare remove it.”
Lewis leaned back in the chair. It took some time, but his cock fully softened. However, my mouth never let go. My lips stayed wrapped around him. It was now midway through the afternoon, and we had been in his office for well over an hour. But there was still plenty of time.
For the next hour or so, my patience and endurance were further tested. I realized I hadn’t eaten anything, and strangely – my only nourishment was Lewis’ cum. He made phone calls. He worked on his proposal. All the while, my lips stayed fastened on him. When he was in the mood, he teased me with his foot, chafing his shoe against my needy pussy.
While a bit risky, he called one of his assistants into his office at one point. The employee sat in his guest chair across from his desk. Lewis pulled his chair up closer than usual to ensure no part of his crotch area was visible. He briefed the girl on some internet research that he needed looked after while she took notes. The whole time I was frozen in fear, breathing as evenly and quietly as humanly possible, but not daring to remove my sweet mouth from its obligation. Thankfully, the briefing went off without incident, and the assistant left without suspecting a thing.
By late afternoon, I felt him harden again. My head started that familiar bob. He encourag
ed me with his foot one last time, but only to tease, never lingering long enough to bring release. Then he tossed me my thong which I had surrendered to him earlier. He told me to tuck it into my pussy. At first I hesitated, but not out of defiance. I was a bit confused. Did I hear him correctly?
He reiterated the command: “Tuck your fucking thong right up inside your sloppy wet cunt, slut!”
This time, there was no hesitation. It wasn’t easy and took careful manipulation. I spread my legs, lifted my hips, then spread open my pussy lips. Using my fingers, I managed to finger fuck the material right up inside myself. Lewis tilted his head to get a good view and was now getting hard for the third time. It didn’t take too long before he came for the final time that afternoon. My obedient cocksucker-mouth swallowed again as he deposited yet another load into my tummy. As commanded, I licked his engorged head literally coaxing one final drop of cum onto my tongue. At last, he pulled his cock away and zipped up. The session was pretty much over.
I stood up once he gave me the green light, and I must say, it felt so good to stretch my legs after being crammed under that desk for so long. My first few steps were taken gingerly, but I tried to hide any discomfort. That’s when he put his hand on my throat. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hamper my breathing, but enough to remind me of who was in control. He used his foot to tap at the inside of my ankles, forcing me to spread my legs slightly further apart.
Lewis spoke: “You did a suitable job, whore. It was passable. Maybe one day I’ll arrange a massive blow-bang for you to really get some practice sucking cock. I bet you can still taste my cum in your mouth? There are three loads in your tummy. I hope you enjoyed your lunch today. Do not eat anything else until dinner. But let’s add the taste of a bit of dessert to your slut-mouth, shall we?”
Then he reached under my dress, and two of his fingers poked into my cunt. He circled my clit, and then avoiding it, probed deeper until he felt the material. He pinched the lace and tugged on it. He tugged more and more, until the thong eventually slipped right out. The scent was obvious. I was so aroused.
