Take control.

You curl your fingers in her hair, balling your hand into a fist at the back of Doe’s head. “You don’t get it, do you?” you ask. “I. Won. The. Bet.”

With each word, you **** Doe harder on your prick on the downstroke. Your cock hits the back of her throat and she gags, but there’s only a moment to catch her breath before it happens again. She puts her hands on your splayed thighs, trying to push away, but she hasn’t the strength or the leverage to do it properly.

“Now suck my cock,” you command. Your other hand joins the first, and you mash her face into your crotch, pulling with the strength of both arms to bury your cock as deeply as it can go. Doe spasms and hammers her palms against your legs, but the sensation of moisture and warmth, of using Doe’s face like a cunt, is too much of a thrill to give up on.

Your hips get into the action, lifting up with each wrenching descent of her mouth. You’re truly fucking her face as Doe chokes and splutters. Thick drool spills out from around her lips, soaking into your pubic hair and dribbling onto the material of your office chair. The pressure to come builds up inside of you as you screw her mouth, spurred on by the gagging and whimpering noises Doe continues to make.

And then you’re spurting into her mouth. You rise halfway out of the chair, yanking Doe’s hair so violently that her nose ends up buried against your crotch hairs. “Fuck, yeah!” you exclaim, though not so loudly that anyone might overhear.

When the coming is done, you let Doe go. She falls back onto the carpet, coughing and ****. New tears have spilled, but these are from the violation of her mouth as much as they’re from the total humiliation you’ve put her through.