Almost an hour

Nearly an hour has gone by, and Candice is still moaning uncontrollably. You cock has become her entire world. Her primal urges have taken over. Somehow, you've managed to go without blowing your load into her for this long, but now, you're feeling it coming. You can't stop it. Before you blow, you manage to ask her if she's on birth control.

"Birth control?" She squeaked out. "No, I'm not on it." This sets you into panic mode, you can't get this girl pregnant, but at the same time, you feel the need to fill her with cum. Fuck it, she you'll figure it out later. You thrust even harder into her pussy until you bust the fattest load you've ever had. Candice squeals in delight, knowing you've filled her with your "love." You pull yourself out of her, and set her down on the concrete floor, naked and dripping with cum. Her hair is a frizzy blonde mess, her pupils are large and her eyes wild. You can still smell fain hints of your urine on her, and when she talks, her breathe smells like your ass.

"That was amazing, let's do it again, please?" Candice was already back on her knees, her head level with your worn out cock. "Not right now Candice. But look here, go home, get cleaned up, pack a bag of your favorite clothes, and come to my house at 8pm tonight." Candice stood up and wrapped her arms around your neck, "I can't wait until 8, can we just go now?" You sigh, "No, I have to go take care of Emma. Be at my house no earlier than 8, or you can forget about ever feeling my cock again." She did a little potty-dance move and whimpered. She began to protest, but your raised eyebrow shut her up in an instant. "No earlier than 8, got it." At that, she put her clothes back on, tried to fix her ridiculously messy hair, and got in the elevator. You're sure she's going right home to pack her bag and clean up, even though it's only 4:30.

You wait for her elevator to leave, and you take the next one back to your office. You finish out the last half hour of work, and leave for home at 5.