Warnings: Unprotected oral sex
Kinks: Stomach inflation, oversized cock, excessive cum, oral, sneaky sex, master/pet, boss/employee
Your master tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing your head to bob up and down, using your throat to fuck himself. He sat comfortably in his desk chair while you knelt beneath his desk, between his legs, with your hands on his thighs to steady yourself.
His cock twitched in your mouth and he let out a heavy breath as his hand tangled tighter in your hair. You moaned around him as he forced you down, opening your throat for him to slide deep. His cock was huge, and he was forceful as he used you, but you were well practiced in taking him.
After a few moments of using you hard and fast, he tensed and pulled you off of him, holding your hair tight so you couldn’t move. You were just about to ask him what was wrong when there came a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he invited his guest without hesitation.
He untangled his fingers from your hair and clasped his hands on his desk, then scooted forward, hiding his unzipped pants and boxing you in. You heard his guest take a seat in one of the plush chairs across from him and held your breath. You wiggled to get comfortable, assuming this would take a while, but your master stopped you with a nudge of his foot. You were confused for only a moment, thinking that he didn’t want you moving lest you give away the game. He nudged you again and his cock twitched, only an inch from your face.
Get back to work, it seemed to say to you.
You adjusted on the soft dog bed he kept under the desk for you, getting more comfortable before you flattened your tongue and licked a long line up the underside of his hot girth. The precum that leaked down his shaft tasted incredible and sent a shiver down your spine. You wouldn’t be surprised if it worked as some sort of aphrodisiac. You squeezed your legs together and wrapped your lips around his cockhead, sucking hard. His manhood twitched, but he didn’t react otherwise. You swirled your tongue around the tip before you hollowed your cheeks and dipped your head, taking him deep in one movement.
He was incredibly thick, and he stretched your throat painfully. You were used to it, luckily, and he had given you more than enough practice. You fought back your gag reflex and held him there, bobbing your head quick and shallow, imitating the feeling he would get if he was rutting into someone. His legs tensed and you smiled around him. Could you make him cum while he was talking to this person? Would he be mad if you did?
In one swift movement, he wrapped his legs around you and pulled you in close, nearly crushing you. His cock throbbed as he came, releasing thick ribbons of hot white cum straight down your throat and into your stomach. You could hear him speaking to the other person as calmly as ever, as if he wasn’t holding you hostage between his legs, cumming hard and pumping gallons of fresh seed into you. You swallowed around him, squeezing him with your throat. That only seemed to intensify his climax. He held you tighter and his cock spasmed wildly. You almost couldn’t keep up with how much he was giving you, but you knew there would be hell to pay if you let even so much as a drop of his cum leak out past your lips. You would drown before disappointing him, and so you swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. There was a tightness around your midsection, and you nearly came yourself as you moved your hand from his thigh to your belly. It was swelling with seed, bulging beneath your thin white t-shirt. It just kept coming, more and more and more until you were so full you thought you might be sick. And your master held his conversation above you without so much as a waver in his voice.
Finally, finally, his legs relaxed and the ribbons of cum became fewer and farther between, until they stopped entirely. He didn’t let you go, however, his legs still held you close and he was still buried deep inside of you. You did your best to breathe around his girth as you gently massaged him with your tongue, bringing him down from his high and milking his cock of whatever was left. Each final rivulet of cum was hot and sweet as it slid languidly down your throat to join the rest inside of you. You rubbed your stomach gently, trying to relieve some of the tightness there, and were grateful that you had decided not to eat breakfast, otherwise you weren’t sure you would have been able to handle this.
You smiled around him as your eyes began to droop. He fit so comfortably inside of you that you began to doze, even as he took up all the space in your mouth and throat. You thought you must have fallen asleep for a time, because the next thing you knew, you heard your master’s office door close, and he heaved a great sigh. He spread his legs, releasing you from his grasp as one of his hands crept beneath his desk. He stroked your cheek with soft fingers before he slowly scooted his chair back. You went with him, not yet ready to lose the comforting feel of him down your throat. He chuckled, and you looked at him through tired eyes.
“Look at you,” he smiled softly. “Bulging and exhausted, still latched onto my cock like a babe on his mother’s teat. Come, darling.”
He hooked his fingers beneath your chin and gently pulled you off of him, freeing himself with a satisfying pop. You leaned heavily on his lap, a hand still over your stomach. Your jaw and throat were sore, but still you wanted more of him. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him, and studied the sight before him.
“I didn’t spill any,” you smiled.
“What a good pet,” he praised you. “I wasn’t worried for a second that you wouldn't be able to take it all.”
You hummed and closed your eyes, and he chuckled again.
“I don’t think you’ll be going back out to dance for a while,” he said as he stroked your cheek. Why don’t you get comfortable on your bed. I’ll get you a pillow and blanket and you can rest.”
You nodded and slid off of his lap and back under his desk, where you curled up on your side on your soft bed. He rose from his chair, and you watched his still-hard cock bounce as he went to the couch to get you a pillow and blanket. How he could still be hard after that… You couldn’t imagine it. You hadn’t even cum yourself, but you were about to pass out.
“Here,” he whispered as he knelt in front of you with the items he had gathered.
You reached instinctively for his manhood, but he caught your wrist.
“You can have more later. Right now, you rest.”
He placed his large hand over your stomach, and the coolness of his skin felt nice against the heat of yours. He rubbed gentle, loving circles as he gazed down at you lovingly.
You mumbled something that was meant to be “goodnight”. You didn’t hear him whisper goodnight back, or feel him press his lips against your forehead to give you a soft kiss. You were already fast asleep.
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