Discretion Is Key

There’s a creak of the door and the muffled sound of foot steps approaching the desk, Marcy tries to pull away from Fontaines tip but the amazons muscled thighs suddenly clamp down, trapping the poor girl in her position stating in no uncertain terms what she expects of her.

With her heart pounding in her ears and her face burning in embarrassment, she continues her work, sheepishly lapping at her employers cock slit, her mind picturing the poor man stepping inside the office and hearing wet slurping from beneath his bosses desk.

“Hey boss… I got bad news…” Marcy recognized that voice, David Halperin one of the journalists, a relatively new one at that.

“I wanted to bring it to you first… I didn’t wanna hide anything from you…” Marcy knew that trick well; David knew that this would reach her eventually and wanted to get here first to earn some brownie points.

Unfortunately for him Bridgette Fontaine also knew of that little manipulation. “Spit it out Halperin” she said, annoyance in her voice.

“my source in city hall was getting squeamish about details on the Article 48… and… I tried to lean on them and…”

“…You lost our contact in city hall” She says, more of an accusation then a question as thinly veiled anger laced her words as she finishes his sentence for him.

His silence only seeming to confirm her suspicions as an eerie quiet fills the room, Marcy hears a small shift above her, presumably Fontaine resting her elbows upon the desk.

For a moment she seems to be in contemplation but finally the silence is broken. “Pack up your desk, Halperin, there’s no room for you in this company anymore” she says as her cock twitches softly against Marcy’s lips; seems the rumors were right.

“You know when I first got here I looked up to you, I worshiped the ground you walked on, you know why? Because you paid my rent, you stupid cow! He shouts, venom filling his every word in a sudden change in character that surprised Marcy but Fontaine seemed wholly unfazed as the man storms out of her office.

The door slams shut and once more the two are alone, Fontaines legs release Marcy’s head and scoots back slightly to peer down at her assistant.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, get back to work, if you please” she says, her voice not quite as stern as it has been before, before she scoots back in her cock level with Marcy’s awaiting mouth.

Though Ms Fontaine seems content with the current pace Marcy can’t help but wonder how far she can push herself, the tingling sensation in her gut doing nothing to dissuade her as she tries to fit the tip into her mouth.

It’s a struggle at first, trying to fit something so large in her mouth without making tooth contact before she tucks her lips inwards, creating a barrier between tooth and tip.

Her jaw aches softly as she feels her maw fill to its limit, just barely able to fit the tip before it begins to prod the entrance to her throat sending a shiver down her spine and a strange spike of pleasure into her core.

Her efforts haven’t gone unnoticed it seems as the distant sound of Fontaines voice, firm and commanding as her hand reaches down, her fingers sliding along Marcy’s scalp, her long talon like finger nails gently scraping along the surface as she combs through her hair.

There’s a strange tenderness there as she gently pets Marcy, something she’s never known her employer to possess, as though she were showing affection to a loyal pet.

“Mmmmm… ambitious… but don’t take on more then you’re ready for… I don’t want you blacking out on my shaft…” she says, before pulling her hand back to the desk, presumably to get to work for the day.

Marcy must have been sat there for hours, slowly growing accustomed to the feeling of her bosses large tip in her mouth, slowly lavishing it in attention with her tongue, her mind swimming with desire and lustful fantasies she hasn’t had since high school.

She could so easily picture Ms Fontaine hoisting her up on that desk, ripping her soaked through panties from her hips with one mighty pull before ravaging her little body, she has no doubt that she with her monolithic size could reach her womb with ease.

People come and go from her office, talking about menial inanities that she quickly began to filter out becoming incomprehensible white noise as she worshiped at the alter of this goddess.

Suddenly though things changed, the rhythmic throbbing of her shaft, that second heartbeat she had grown so familiar with began to speed up, she felt her cock flex softly and the tip began to twitch softly.

She could feel Ms Fontaines thighs flex and clench, Marcy didn’t know much about the world of sex but she knew enough to recognize an imminent orgasm. What she didn’t know was what to do about it, does she swallow? She has heard that futas can hypnotize males and females that way, does she spit it out? And if so, where?

As she was thinking the building up of pressure wasn’t slowing, before she could come up with a game plan everything came to a head, that throbbing went into overdrive and she could feel Fontaines entire body seize a little bit from the rising orgasm and her hips buck ever so slightly into Marcy’s mouth.

Marcy can practically track the orgasms movement with her eyes as it slowly travels up Fontaines balls and down the length of her cock before splashing out into her mouth.

Not knowing what else to do Marcy defaulted to swallowing her employers seed as the room fills with relieved sighs of bliss. Marcy herself is in a strange state as well, her jaw aches and that feeling in her stomach has escalated into an all consuming hunger that she can only barely repress as she gulps down shot after shot of thick creamy seed.

Several minutes pass before the episode ends, the shots of potent black seed slowly turning into a steady dribble to eventually nothing at all.

“Mmm… make sure to stroke it for me… make sure it’s all out ok…~?” She says, her voice having warmed a bit in the glow of her orgasm, breaking the facade of the viscous businesswoman if only for a moment.

Marcy complies not just because she was told but because something in her has awakened in this moment, something that craves the dominant hand of Fontaine and the cock that’s opened so many doors in her mind.

Slowly Ms Fontaine scoots back, enough to unbar Marcy’s path, prompting the girl to crawl out and stand on unsteady legs.

“Excited are we?” Asks Fontaine, a slight playful undertone to her normally stern voice as she points a long finger nail at where Marcy knelt only moments ago.

Marcy squeaks as she looks down to that small nook, where a dark spot lay in the carpet, marking her excitement as she sucked her first cock.

Looking down she finds her thighs throughly drenched in her excitement, her cheeks burning in embarrassment as Fontaine passes a few tissues to wipe away the evidence of their moment of passion.

“You can go back to your desk now… I’ll call you if I need anymore of your… assistance…” she says with a shadow of a smirk on her face as Marcy sheepishly walks back to her station, that ache slowly subsiding into a muted version as she settles down but it won’t leave her for the rest of the day, even that night as she feverishly rubs at her drooling cunt, it just won’t leave, she needs the real thing, she needs Ms Fontaine.