Back at the office

John almost ran back to his office. He felt like he should be leaning against the door to barricade it from Audrey. Audrey... Shaw. That was it wasn't it. He thought he had about a minute ahead of her, assuming she was going to go through with this, just bringing him a coffee to his desk because he told her to. Not that the act in itself was shocking. It was what it implied. That if he could tell her to do that and she did, who knows what else she would do. The 8-ball seemed to imply almost anything.

With an effort of will he walked forward into his room, and turned to lean against the edge of his desk and watch the door. What would he say, he wondered. If she literally would do anything he asked should he just come straight out with it and ask for a blowjob? or could that really fuck it all up.

He could feel the seconds ticking past as he watched the door in a state of nervous energy. He retreated behind his desk and sat down to try and compose himself. Eventually, his heart thudding, he saw the door handle turn and Audrey came in bearing his coffee. She walked forward to his desk and sat it before him then turned away. She was going to just leave. No! He couldn't let her do that.

"Audrey",

"Yes?" she asked turning back to face him.

"Umm. Could you give me a blowjob please?" his voice sounded as if it had squeaked.

"Sure", she said and walked round the desk as if his request was perfectly reasonable and bent down. She started pulling his flies down and he undid his belt hurriedly to help and lifted his butt to help as she hauled his pants down past his knees. For all his embarrassment, his cock was beginning to rise to the occasion, and not seeing anything wrong with this setup, Audrey promptly dropped to her knees and popped it into her mouth.

As she proceeded to suck it in and push her face towards his abdomen, John could feel himself stiffen further and within a short space of time he was at his full attention. He looked down and marveled at the blonde, bobbing up and down in his lap and reached out to .. what? stroke her hair? hold her head steady while he jammed his cock further into her face?. He hesitated and retrieved his hands once more.

John glanced at the door at first panicked that someone might burst in with a trivial work matter and interrupt this delightfully unexpected bout of fellatio, but after a while he found he didn't care, he was so wrapped up in the experience of her sucking him off. He could feel her tongue under his cock, her lips gripping it, creating a vacuum seal around him and watched as her cheeks puckered inwards with the suction as she worked him closer and closer to an ejaculation. The nerves that John experienced meant that he was taking a little longer than would otherwise have been the case, but Audrey did not seem to notice. She remained kneeling between his legs sucking and bobbing until the job was complete, and eventually John felt that it would be soon. What should he do? he though hurriedly? Should he warn her he was going to cum so that she could finish him by hand? The hell with that, he thought and recalled her commitment to doing whatever she was told.

"Uh Audrey. Ahem. I'm ... oh yes. I'm going to cum. Swallow it please". With that he threw his head back and felt himself thrust into her mouth and then his balls were spasming and pulses of jizz were shooting into her mouth. Audrey did not change her pattern and kept sucking and bobbing. As Johnclosed his eyes, he could feel her tongue getting busier around his bell end and he sank himself back down into the seat to wait for her to finish her ministrations. A minute later she was done and rocked herself back on her heels and surveyed his groin. Satisfied that he was done and his cock was deflating, she stood up and left him to tidy himself up. With a nod she turned and headed for the door without a word, leaving John to try to take in everything that had just happened.