“Twenty minutes?” I asked.
“Well, more like 17 or 18 now,” she answered. “And it's about a five minute walk away.”
“Follow me and don't say anything until you get back to work,” I instructed, leading her back into the coffee shop we had exited a few minutes earlier. I leaned close to her ear and said, “In one minute, once no one's watching you, go to the bathroom and knock twice. I'll let you in. Then, without saying anything, get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can.”
Two minutes later, a teary-eyed Sandra had her lips all the way down to the base of my cock. She was gagging, but I added commands that kept that from creating problems. She gasped for air each time she lifted up and gagged each time she went down. After a few minutes of letting her set the pace, I gripped her head and started forcing it up and down rapidly. I was moments away from release.
With a strained voice, just before I came, I softly commanded her, “Deep as you can, all the way down. Down your throat, love.” Sandra's eyes looked up at mine as much as she could with my hands gripping the sides of her head, and she seemed to panic. But physically she did nothing – could do nothing – to resist me. Her eyes closed and teared up as my cock jerked in her mouth, the tip just past the entrance of her throat. Each and every drop of my load went straight down, not even lingering in her mouth a moment before filling her up.
“Alright, now suck me clean,” I whispered as I let go of her and slowly pulled out. I winced as she sucked my sensitive head, but once I was removed from her mouth, there was only the hint of wetness on my rod, which I tucked away in my pants. Washing my hands as Sandra coughed and wiped her face, I added a few commands. “When you leave this bathroom, only remember this as a fantasy. You were daydreaming about deep-throating me. It turned you on so much that you are eager to get my cock in your body tonight. Now clean up and hurry back to work.”
