Crawl under her skirt

You drop to your knees without a word and crawl forward under the heavy overhang of her skirt. The air beneath is thick, warm, and sour. Her massive thighs part just enough to let you in, the soft fat of them pressing against your shoulders as you settle between them.

Her stained panties are already damp. You push the fabric aside with your tongue and start licking the same way you did that morning, long, steady strokes over her puffy, greasy folds. The taste is just as bad as you remembered, sweat, musk, and that lingering greasy bitterness. She lets out a low, guttural hum of approval and settles more of her weight onto your face, nearly smothering you under the dense soft bulk of her lower belly and thighs.

You keep going. Lapping, sucking, working your tongue as deep as you can while she grinds down in slow, heavy circles. Her deep German voice drifts down to you between heavy breaths.

"Good boy... just like that. Keep serving."

It doesn’t take long. Her thick thighs clamp hard around your head, her whole massive body shuddering as she cums with a loud, throaty groan. Hot, slick fluids flood your mouth and chin. She holds you there until the last tremor passes, then finally lifts her weight enough for you to gasp for air.

She looks down at you, still breathing hard, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.

"You really are a good boy, Mr. O'Leary."

Before you can answer she reaches down, hooks her thick arms under yours, and hauls you up off the floor like you weigh nothing. She sets you on the edge of her desk as easily as seating a toddler, your legs dangling. Then she sinks to her knees in front of you with surprising speed for her size, yanks your pants open, and takes your cock into her mouth in one heavy, wet motion.

Her mouth is hot, soft, and greedy. She sucks hard, fat cheeks hollowing, one heavy hand braced on your thigh while the other roughly fondles and pulls your ballsack.

You don’t last. The moment you tense she pushes forward, taking you deeper, and you cum hard across her tongue. She stays there until every pulse is finished, then slowly pulls off with a wet sound.

She rises, leans in, and kisses you full on the mouth. Your thick, warm cum and the lingering taste of her own spit are pushed from her tongue into yours in a slow, deliberate transfer. She holds the kiss until she’s sure you’ve taken it all, then pulls back with a satisfied little grunt.

"There," she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "A proper reward for a proper servant. Now get dressed and come along with me to the cafeteria, I'm feeling extra generous today."