Down My Throat

I tried to answer his question, but the cock in my throat and mouth made it kinda hard to get a coherent answer out. As I gurgled helplessly around his dick, I felt it swell and throb, and his hands wrapped themselves in my hair, forcing my head to stay shoved all the way down, my lips wrapped around the base of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned as his penis shot its load down my throat. I couldn't taste it, but the warm slimy feeling turned me on, and as I removed my mouth from his still erect dick, I made sure to do it slowly, cleaning his cock as thoroughly as I could.

Once I finally removed my mouth, I licked my lips, smiled at him, and stood up. "Now I really have to go use the restroom." He just kept staring at me, blown away by the whole ordeal. "Oh, yeah, sure, go ahead. I'll uh, see you later?" "Maybe," I said, leaving myself some wiggle room to avoid ever having to interact with Marcus again. He had an alright dick but I had enough fuck buddies already, and the dude had no concept of personal space. I turned around, as he zipped his jeans back up, and opened the door, stepping inside to my boss' bedroom to use her bathroom. Only twenty or so steps until I was in a safe and isolated environment.

That's when I tripped on the edge of her carpet, and one of my other curses took effect.