Is in the gulp

Tom Banks blinked. Once. Whatever he had been expecting the girl to say… that was not it. He sat back in his old leather chair, still holding the gaze of this strangely fierce young thing. She seemed to be daring him to react. Challenging him to laugh, or look disgusted, or roar with unchecked anger, demanding to call her parents, her school, the police. Instead... he simply watched her. Taking in the determination in her eyes. The certainty in her smile. The pleasing contours of her young body held on tenterhooks down below.

“Show me.” He heard his own voice say, unsure quite yet whether he believed he was simply calling a bluff or not. The answer came quite quickly, as she slid nimbly off her chair and around the desk to him. Suddenly it was too late to reconsider as he found himself faced with a tender young lioness knelt between his legs. She spared no time at all in unzipping his fly and pulling out his manhood. Those soft lips leapt straight to work, parted by the flash of a lightly glistening tongue. ‘This is the first actual adult cock I’ve got to play with’ thought Stacy to herself, wondering absently whether it would taste different. She found herself a little anxious to do a good job, suddenly considering that this same piece of meat had probably been sucked by at least a few other women in it’s time. It hadn’t leaped out of his pants to meet her, like the boy’s were always want to. She had to work at it’s flaccid shaft and hairy balls for several minutes before earning a glimpse at it’s full and swollen stature. It did not quite match the size of Peter’s monstrosity, but was almost certainly larger than Mark’s. The proud little sword-swallower found herself mentally mapping out it’s curves and veins… adding it to her growing little catalogue of phalluses she knew the flavour of. Once the task of raising it was properly taken care of, she moved on towards the goal of burying its entirety down her gullet, bobbing herself forward and back against the seated man’s lap.

She heard the door swing only at the moment a pair of legs made it all the way round to her. A voice above spoke with the rushed tones of a soul who often just walked into this office with busy matters and had never had reason to believe a knock might be in order.

“Hi Boss, sorry to disturb you but I need you to look over these… Ermm is that Stacyeee… What is she doi-? I’ll just…”

The girl didn’t hesitate. She simply pulled her head back from one position, turned, unzipped this new arrival with her free hand… and had him ensconced within her cheeks within seconds. All while maintaining a steady rhythm of jerking now her fingers had two cocks to wrap around.

Above, you could almost hear Mr. Banks’ shrug. “...It’s what she said she liked doing. Now what did you need me to look at?”

The second voice seemed to take a second or two to try and work out just where he was in this situation. Trapped complicit now, though through no direct action of his own. In the end he apparently came to the decision that just letting this happen was about the only option available. The two men discussed some uninteresting tangle of figures over Stacy’s bobbing head, while trying not to react to the obvious effects her efforts were having on them.

After a couple of minutes Mr. Banks put the charts they were poring over to one side, winking to his compatriot and saying:

“Sorry, Ralph. I’ve just gotta make a phone call a sec…”

He pulled out his phone and dialled a number, absentmindedly stroking the hair of Stacy, who had switched back to guzzling down on him for the moment.

“Oh, hi. Mr. Lee? It’s Tom Banks, you wanted me to ring at some point with how your girl’s been getting along…”

Stacy’s eyes flashed up to him in a flurry of nervousness, gleaming even as she worked her hardest to make sure she was swallowing every inch of the man she could. Surely he wasn’t going to…

“No, no, fine. She’s fine, we had some difficulties this morning finding where she was most comfortable… but I really feel we’ve found the right.. *Ahem*...Place for her.”

The man pulled tight upon Stacy’s hair at this, ramming himself down her throat as far as he possibly could. The teen let her esophagus relax open to take it, the hairs at it’s base tickling her nose, just as she had practiced so many times on Peter.

“Can you speak to her? Not right now I’m afraid, she’s got her hands full with one of my colleagues… I was just calling to say you should be very proud of her. That’s one hell of a fine young lady you’ve raised.”

As he said this Stacy felt the man’s penis twitch inside her throat as he poured a huge load of semen down her throat. The taste of it flooded back up to her as he pulled himself free, splashing the last couple of spurts against her blood-rushing cheeks.

“Oh, fuck!” Muttered the other man in the room, watching the young girl gasp air back into her lungs, saliva and spunk dribbling from her face. He began to cum himself so Stacy hurriedly positioned herself to catch the falling trails in and around her mouth, just like a good little slut should.

“Oh, yes… She can certainly come back again…” Said Mr. Banks just before he hung up the phone. Then both men simply stared down as the teen trapped between them showed off the mouthful of creamy liquid she had collected. Balancing it proudly... Carefully... on her tongue… then swallowing down the whole lot in one lip-smacking, contented gulp.