Send my next interviewee home and stick with Daryll

You hang up the phone and return to your position between Daryll's legs, mouthing and liberally wetting his still sheathed cock.

There is a knock at the door. You scream that the position has been filled. Moments later the elevator is moving again. You will not be interrupted again.

You lap at the fabric of his slacks brushing and knocking his cock until the head peaks through the band of his belt. You leave his pants in place, instead kissing and sucking at the quarter inch of exposed cock flesh. He's grunting and straining in his chair looking for more. The lifting and writhing of his hips is so urgent that his still clamped belt somehow works it's way down hips, revealing a full half of his cock.

You delicately slurp up his cock, pulling the whole thing free in the process. You moan like it's the most delicious thing you've ever put in your mouth before releasing it and kissing the delicate underside. You alternate between luxurious deep moaning sucks and light laughing touches, teasing him. His cock follows your mouth at every separation, **** for more attention. All at once you plunge you mouth onto him taking his full length. You turn ravenous green eyes to him swallowing with your throat muscles and groaning over his rock hard shaft like it's driving you insane.

It takes only a moment to finish him off. He grunts and throws his head back and you feel a warm tickle in your esophagus as he seed is deposited directly into your stomach. You stay vacuum locked to his cock until all the sperm is gone. Disappointingly, his cock wilts in your mouth, but if he thinks his work is done he's dead wrong.

"So, how was my interview?" he asks

You wipe your mouth and tell him it hasn't even started.