Marty and Kyle

"Knock, knock," a voice called from the other side of the door. Brandi's heart raced as she heard the familiar voice, and she froze, her mouth inches from Marty's dick.

"Come in," said Marty with mock friendliness, his grip on Brandi's hair tightening as he **** her head back down onto his dick. The door opened and someone walked in, standing only a foot or two away from Brandi, on the other side of the desk. She thought she knew who it was, but prayed she was mistaken.

"Have you seen Brandi?" Kyle asked. She died a little bit inside.

Marty, however, remained unfazed, his voice cold and calculated as he replied, "No, she's not here. Why would she be?"

"She texted me to meet her here," Kyle responded.

"Oh, I see. Are you two... dating?" Marty inquired, a sly grin forming on his lips.

"Yeah, we're dating," Kyle confirmed, completely unaware of the situation unfolding beneath the desk.

"Well, just remember to use a rubber if you two decide to fuck. You know, for safety's sake," Marty advised, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Brandi's not that kind of girl," Kyle defended, his words laced with indignation.

"Is that so?" Marty chuckled, reaching down and holding her nose under his desk. The conversation continued, but Brandi could no longer hear the words as she struggled to breathe, her world crumbling around her. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, and the knowledge that her boyfriend was in the room, unaware of her predicament, only served to deepen the pit of despair that had opened within her.

"Well, I guess I'll be on my way then. Thanks for the heads up," Kyle said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"No problem. See you around, man," Marty replied, his tone light and carefree.

Brandi heard the sound of the door closing, and her mind raced with what this encounter might mean for her relationship with Kyle. Marty's grip tightened around Brandi's throat as he **** her head back down, his small cock barely filling her mouth. "You know, you're going to have to kiss your perfect little boyfriend with this mouth, right?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Brandi struggled to breathe, her eyes watering as she tried to push the words past the intrusion in her throat. "Please... let... go," she managed to **** out.

Marty only laughed, the sound grating on her already frayed nerves. "Your slutty ass is blowing a fat guy twice your age, and then you're going to have to go back to your perfect boyfriend. Hypocritical, isn't it?" He continued to **** her, his words a relentless **** on her psyche. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash, using your pretty face to get what you want. You're a whore, a slut, and a disappointment to anyone who ever had hope for you."

Brandi's heart sank with each vile remark, her spirit shattering as she realized just how far she had fallen. She wanted to fight back, to defend herself, but her body was failing her, the lack of oxygen making her head spin. Marty's voice broke through her haze, his words a final, cruel blow. "You're lucky I even wanted you, but I guess I'll have to find someone else to satisfy my needs. You're nothing but a waste of space, and I'm done with you."

Marty, feeling a sense of power and control over Brandi, pulled her head back down onto his cock, not caring about the mess he was making. He grunted, his body trembling as he felt the first spasms of his impending orgasm. Brandi's eyes widened in panic as she felt the hot, sticky fluid invading her throat. She tried to pull away, but Marty's hand clamped down on the back of her head, holding her in place.

The sensation of his cum filling her mouth and spilling down her chin was repulsive, but she knew that any resistance would only make things worse. Marty's orgasm subsided, leaving her to cough and gag as she tried to expel the vile taste from her mouth. She felt violated, her body and soul tainted by the degrading act. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she had lost more than just her dignity.

She had lost a part of herself, and she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to find it again. As Marty released her, she quickly wiped the tears and spit from her face, her body trembling with a mixture of fear, humiliation, and anger. She glared at Marty, her eyes filled with a fire that he had never seen before. "What the hell was that all about?" she demanded, her voice shaking with emotion.

Marty shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just a little fun. You know, to see how far I could push you."

Brandi felt a surge of fury coursing through her veins. "You're sick, you know that?" she spat, storming out of the room, leaving Marty and his twisted games behind.

"Don't think you're done with me, slut. I'll see you around, and next time, we'll go a little further." Brandi's heart sank, her fear and humiliation growing with each passing moment. She knew that she couldn't escape the darkness that had engulfed her, and as she left the room, she couldn't help but wonder how much further she would have to fall.