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Sabrina ran her tongue up the side of Mr Benson’s shaft, enjoying the texture of each vein she passed with that oh-so sensitive muscle. The taste of him was fleshy and fresh, tinted with whatever hideously expensive shower gel he had used that morning. The teenager was getting quite used to the varying flavours of this older man’s cock. The way they matured over a long day’s appreciation, as her own saliva and… other juices… set in. It was hard to believe that, just a few weeks ago… she had never tasted such a limb before in her life. Her various, timid forays with high-school boyfriends having never quite progressed in that direction. Sabrina was a girl who had focussed her entire life on the dream of a stable, successful career. On reaching that point where she knew she would never have to rely upon anyone else… as soon as humanly possible. Sure, she hadn’t ever really imagined that that would involve guzzling down on quite so much old man dick… But being raised by the straight-forward cynicism of her mother had certainly prepared her with the notion that at least some… necessary unpleasantness might be involved.

What surprised her most, though… was that she didn't actually find it particularly unpleasant at all. It was a little degrading, sure… to be down here on her knees all day. Trapped in a small wooden box by her employer’s legs, while he took meetings or typed memos. Yet, the actual erotic acts themselves were… exciting. She could take her time in exploring what aroused this strange, fleshy pillar... or set her own nerves alight, in ways she'd never had a chance to before. Looking at it as a job she had been hired to do gave her free reign to approach it with the enthusiasm and gusto she had every other challenge she'd ever been set. A teacher's pet from the get-go, Sabrina appreciated nothing more than the chance to prove herself to those in authority over her future. The fact that this particular avenue of study gave her such obvious indications of success, only made her happier.

Then there was the money… and the audience who provided it. She had never experienced such an immediate and adoring shower of wealth. Every few seconds it seemed: that little chime went off to tell her someone else had bought pictures of her, or donated cash just for the joy of watching her. It seemed mad… that somewhere out there in the wider world, thousands of men (and even a few women) were getting off to just the sight of her sucking on someone else's penis. Pornography had never really been something Sabrina had an interest in. She knew it existed, and seen the odd video clip… but the whole way it had evolved across the internet, with this Onlyfans thing and its competitors, was mostly lost on her. She simply let Mr Benson handle the details of all that, and turned up when and where he told her to. He took his cut of the profits, but she was still left with the best paid unpaid internship ever.

Between her lips, she could feel changes occurring. Twitches in this pillar she was engulfing, which reminded her it was alive and attached to someone else. The grip of that hand on the back of Sabrina's head was strengthening and beginning to push her down lower with increasing intensity. The nineteen-year-old tried to just relax her muscles and let it happen. She still struggled a little, with this bit. The fundamental urge to gag when anything was shoved to the back of one's throat was extremely difficult to overcome. Yet she persevered as best she could, and thought she was definitely getting better, each time. The chiming sound of donations increased ten-fold. They seemed to really enjoy the sight and sounds of her struggles, though she couldn’t think why. She always thought it was extremely unattractive, watching the recordings back with Mr Benson later. Mascara streaming down her face and thick globules of saliva dripping from her chin. Yet, those were the sections he unilaterally decided to keep and sell to all those strangers across the globe. Sabrina just had to accept that he knew what the audience was after.

The pace at which her employer was driving himself into her mouth increased yet further, signalling the end was almost nigh. Sabrina braced herself to receive the inevitable outcome. She had swallowed many such outpourings by now, given little choice when provided with nowhere else to get rid of it. The salty, cloying flavour seemed to stick in the back of her throat forever once she'd been gifted that first mouthful of the day… but she was slowly getting used to that. With a shudder, master spurted string after string of slimy goop straight onto her tonsils. Sabrina braced herself against it and did her best not to **** as he remained lodged and throbbing in her oesophagus throughout. Then she gasped for fresh air as he pulled himself free, giving herself several head-clearing seconds before she moved forward to clean him off… Just the way she'd been taught.

This was all just part of her morning routine, after all. All according to schedule.