To Blow Or Not To Blow

I debated with myself all morning about coming to his office with the intention of sucking his cock. Now that I was here I felt a wave of nerves in my stomach as I kneel before him. This was out of character for me, but I needed to see him. I couldn’t focus on work, and it was only fair he suffered with me. Now do I really give him a blow job or just tease him?

“Well?” he arched a brow at me. “Why are you here?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just unzips his pants and pushes them down, revealing his enormous cock already dripping with precum. He leans back in his chair looking at me expectantly. When I don’t say anything or move, he grabs a handful of my hair. “Show me your tongue,” he demands, grabbing a handful of my hair.

I slip my tongue out, and he pushes my head forward. I run my tongue along his length. He guides me to take him deeper, and I struggle to accommodate his size, gagging and my eyes watering.

My heartbeat quickened, and the muscles in my thighs twitched with excitement. I could hear the sound of my own breathing, heavy and ragged, as body responded. My natural instincts took over, and I began nuzzled his cock and slowly licked and kissed along his length.

He gazed down at me, I couldn’t miss the turmoil that played in his eyes. He wanted control but I could see part of him, liked this nurturing. I teased feathery kisses over the broad cockhead and then moved along his length before taking him into my mouth again. I savored the salty taste of his skin mixed with the bitter tang of his pre-cum.

He tried to guide my head and fight for control but I refused to let him. I slowly licked and sucked his cock and balls. Enjoying the grunts and moans that slipped from him.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I need to fuck your throat.” He hissed through clenched teeth. His fingertips dug into my scalp as he forced me to take him deeper. He pushed into my throat, and I gag around him.

He instructs me, “Arch your neck, relax your throat.” I feel a new energy inside me. My focus is no longer what I want but what he craves. The pleasure of him filling me up is overwhelming. I want him to cum, to fill me up with his hot seed. I want to give him the hard and fast he desires. “Good girl.” He praises.

“Are you ready for your reward?” he asks.

I nod, my eyes pleading with him to give me his cum.

“Drink it all up,” he commands as he releases a blast of hot cum down my throat. I gasped for air and stared up at him in astonishment. The taste of his cum lingers in my mouth, and I savor it. My panties are soaked, and I’m desperate to cum.

I kiss the tip of his cock and stand. I straighten my clothes and lean down to his ear. “I’m so wet and desperate for you. I can’t wait to get home and fuck myself thinking about your thick cock.”

“Don’t fucking think about fucking yourself.” He growled his warning and slapped my ass before I scurry from his office.

He had a meeting he could not cancel in five minutes. I wanted him thinking about sinking inside of me for the rest of the day. I also know he is going to make me pay for my little impromptu blow job. I can’t wait.