Do it

Whatever. Sucking Mick's dick is better than sucking Junior's, at least. He's at least a little hot in an older man kind of way.

You drop to your knees on the office carpet and your hands are already undoing Mick's belt and work jeans.

"Smart girl," the owner rumbles. His big hand is in your hair, holding you close to his crotch. "Remember who's the boss around here and we'll be fine."

Euch, could he make this any grosser?

Once his cock is out is in your mouth in seconds. You try to take your time, but Mick is having none of that. His hand forces you deeper and deeper onto it, jamming his dick down your throat until he can hear you gag. He holds you there for a while, enjoying the reddening of your face as your hands hold his ass tight.

"Don't pretend like you're a stranger to a dick down your throat," Mick rambles. "I know what kind of slut you are."

You gotta say, the dirty talk is getting you pretty wet. You might be fucking yourself right now if you weren't busy using your hands to angle his pelvis to be more comfortable.

"I had Sydney in here yesterday where you are," he continues. "She didn't do anything wrong, she's just a cockslut who thinks she'll get treated better if she blows me every once in a while."

Sydney? Really? She's one of your best friends, why wouldn't she tell you about this?

You're bobbing your head up and down, twisting your hands, swirling your tongue around Mick's tip. Whatever it takes to make him cum. But then his hand is on the back of your head again and you're pushed down, your nose in his pelvis, his balls on your chin, your tongue on the underside of his shaft. You feel him pulsing, feel his balls shudder as cum shoots up through his shaft and down through his tip right into your stomach.

"Ahh," Mick says, letting go of your head.