David keeps you a secret

David slammed his fist down onto the back of your head, shoving you down to the base, before scooting forward to hide you back under the desk. Hidden back from the light, your nose was up against his stomach, his balls bouncing against your chin as he lightly face fucked you. He stuttered as he tried to form an excuse.

"So--sorry, this girl's really shy, boss," He bit his lower lip as he thrust into your throat harder, enjoying the sensation of his balls slapping your chin and neck. Letting go, he allowed you to dislodge him from your throat, and catch your breath, "Don't worry, she's a good girl, and I can behave myself. Let's just crunch these numbers and leave her to her business."

Mr. Connors, dejected, resigned himself to talking shop. You tuned out the sounds of them talking -- your prime focus was to get this over with. Now that Connors knew about you, you felt more confident in slurping and smacking on his cock while you sucked. You let your spit build up and played with it beneath his head. "The more degrading, the faster he'll finish," you reminded yourself. You took his spit covered cock, and slapped it against your face. rolling it up and down your cheeks to coat your entire face with your own saliva and David's cock. You lapped your tongue up and down where the base met the balls, moving down so you could suck on his leathery nut sack.

Finally, as the meeting was finishing up, you deepthroated David like a pornstar, forcing yourself to take him as far back as you could as fast you could. A loud GAK GAK GAK filled the room as you sped up your pace, bobbing your head like a pigeon against his crotch.

"She sure is enthusiastic," Mr. Connors commented at one point.

You slowed down your pace as you heard David and Connors saying their goodbyes. How had David lasted this long? Your jaw was starting to hurt.

Right as the door closed, you felt David violently tug your hair forward, standing up in front of you as he shoved the back of your head against a cabinet, keeping you at eye level with his crotch. He jacked himself off in front of your face. You were unable to tell if the look in his eyes was hunger or anger. Maybe a mixture of both.

"You fucking slut. Open your fucking mouth," He growled.

Almost afraid, you let your jaw open in a round O like a good whore would. David thrust into you as if he were jumping onto a bed, making sure his entire length went down your throat in one go. He violently fucked your face against the cabinet, the back of your head pulsing with pain as it slammed back against the wood with each of David's hard humps.

"Fucking take my cock you fucking slut. Almost making me cum during a goddamn meeting. I'm gonna cum down your fucking throat dumb slut." David kept grunting muffled dirty talk, more for him than for you.

His feet curled as he started to stand on his tip toes, fucking down into you as if you were a flesh light. His grunts got more and more high pitched until -- he fully slammed into you, his risen balls contracting against your chin as your could feel his shaft throb, depositing seed directly into your stomach once more. "Take it," he sighed, "Take it all bitch."

When he was fully spent, he took his fistful of your hair and threw you to the floor like you were a piece of trash. He put his pants back on and continued work at his desk, "Get the fuck out of my office. You got yourself another 24 hours."