Business Chow

"Get to it," you beckon, pointing to your exposed groin.

Mr. Beaumont's lip trembles as he stares down your cock, but he doesn't look nearly as distressed as before; almost a sudden longing to engulf your penis into his maw. Any hesitation to the act stemming from his dwindling preconception to giving head. He turns his head to your gaze, licking his lips as he returns his attention to your groin, likely imagining what it must feel like in his mouth.

His breath tickles your hair around the base as his mouth encroaches the tip. Your cock twitches as you feel his warm tongue press against the slit of your cock, causing your cock to drool precum in delight. Mr. Beaumont's growls heavily as he laps up your seed, denying any excess from reaching his leather chair. Your boss shudders, relishing the taste while trying to regain his composure to continue suckling your cock. He reaches his hand beneath your balls, rolling them against his palm as he slowly plunges down your shaft.

You don't want to mince words, your boss getting increasingly handsy on your body is making it hard for you to think, the sensations hes causing - eclectic. Your face is flushed and your heart is pounding, every whisk from his tongue increasing the tension in your groin, you want release. Mr. Beaumont sputters as he presses down at the base of your cock, letting out a high-pitched moan-laugh while he begins to pick up speed.

You lean back and instinctively reach out to grab something as you approach the point of no return, gripping the end of his desk in one hand and the back of his head in the other. You can feel the mess you're making, all managed to be contained within Mr. Beaumont's gob. He contentedly swallows before quickly pulling off, taking a large breath of air as he stumbles onto his back on the floor.

You sit up in his chair and look down at your spent boss as he's coming to, slowly returning to his confused and fearful state beforehand, though his eyes are still fixated on your cock.