Aim higher! Let her take you to a management meeting

The immaculately dressed blonde now looks like she just came out a bukkake flick. Her expensive-looking clothes are soaked with piss and there's thick strands of your dick-milk criss-crossing her cheeks, lips, nose and forehead. Some of the copious amount of jizz you unleashed is glued to her curly, shoulder-length hair. She's clearly in some sort of cock-induced shock, looking at you wide-eyed, panting meekly, her bossy attitude gone completely. In short, she looks like a total cumdump.

"You look like shit, cunt", you note, dryly. Being as gentlemanly as ever, you decide to help her out. "Lick my cum off your face."

Your piss-target meekly complies, still hesitant, but at the same time fearful after your last outburst. She first uses her tongue to collect a thick, gooey line of jizz, audibly slurping it into her mouth. There's a grimace of disgust on her face, after she deposits it between her full, heart-shaped lips. A ****, pleading look is all written all over her. You feel a bit merciful now that she's knocked down a notch or two, and decide to not **** her to play with the creamy cum for now.

"Enjoy your meal. Swallow it all, slut", you demand. The blonde gulps loudly, almost retching as she struggles to keep the thick, creamy load inside. "Good girl. And now, the rest."

Pulling up your spent cock, you jerk off lazily, watching her scoop up the jizz with her slender fingers, before collecting it with her tongue. The thick strands cling to her skin, and she's **** to thoroughly lick them off each time before she gulps down another load, filling her mouth with your taste. Even after she's almost done scooping the thick, gooey shots off, there's still a layer of soggy jizz-coating on her subtly tanned skin, making her glisten in the toilet light. Somehow she ends up looking even more messed up than before.

Having come back to her senses a bit, hatred and disbelief at being suddenly placed in such a predicament after just re-applying her make-up before an important meeting are all written over her pretty face. She finally manages to whimper out.

"Please, I have an important meeting now." The (formerly) polished businesswoman, looks up at you, your face half-obscured by your cock. "Please, it's really important for me. You can come with me and... " she seems to almost **** as she says the words "... ****... some secretary there."

This sounds the perfect opportunity to find some more walking fleshlights for your rapidly hardening cock. You nod in appreciation, and give her a slap on the cheek with your cock, making her wince.

"But nobody said I'll stop at the secretaries", you say. Furious, but powerless to stop you, she grimaces.

"Yes, but please, just let me get myself presentable". She grabs her expensive designer handbag. "I really need to look good there."

For the next minute, you watch in amusement while she re-applies her eyeliner, puts on some fresh lipstick and tries to clean the jizz off her skin somewhat. Of course, she hopelessly fails, and ends up looking even more like a mess.

"Looking good indeed", you tease dryly.

In response she just glares hatefully. Finalizing her efforts, she pulls up a bag of candy mints, trying to get rid of the taste of piss and jizz coating her mouth. Snatching it out of her hand, you mock her.

"No need for that", you sneer. Jerking her hair, you bend her at the waist and pump your already re-hardened cock into her throat. "Uggh, let me refresh the taste", you grunt, thrusting forward with the full **** of your hips and making her gag with a series of loud glurks, before unsheathing yourself.

A series of fresh red marks in the hue of her expensive lipstick now unmistakably show every passing slut who was last sucking your free-hanging fuckstick. Yeah. Why bother with pants anyway. Putting one of the perfectly tasting, expensive mints into your mouth, you decide it's time to move.

"Let's go slut", you startle her, still panting loudly, her efforts to make herself presentable nullified again with strands of mascara running down her face. Not bother to give the bitch a moment of respite after the brutal throatfuck, you send her rushing forward with a slap on the ass, producing a surprised shriek. "There's other throats to be fucked and I don't have all day". Piss in her hair, on her skin and soaking through her clothes, you **** her to lead you.

Shameful and embarrassed, she tries to sneak by through the open office space ahead, or at least walk through as quickly as possible. Of course, you're not having any of that and loudly clap, drawing everyone's attention : "Listen up, skanks! I'm David and today I will be fucking the throat of every slut in the office as I please, starting with pissmop here", pointing to her: "Don't bother complaining about it if you don't want to end up like her. Trust me, you won't enjoy it. Oh, and open up some more buttons and put on some more make-up. Make yourself look less boring." All this time you the office honeys leer at you (and to your satisfaction, on your already semi-hard cock) in wide-eyed disbelief. "Oh, and one more thing: No panties. Just think of it as casual Friday". You don't even know what day of the week it is, but that sounded so right.

Your companion, stunned at the casual acceptance of your perverted demands by her subordinates, just stands there, mouth agape. Rubbing your cock between her thighs in full view, you smack upwards, slapping her cunt with a meaty thud. She gasps in surprise and hurries for the destination, feeling dozens of eyes trailing her and the "perverted imbecile" that just invaded the women's restroom minutes ago. Ringing phones and e-mail notifications slowly return the exclusively female office to the normality of the office grind. Well, a normality where each one of them is casually prepared to be abused by you at any moment. Hammering away on their keyboards with one hand, some of the secretaries are unbuttoning a generous additional few buttons to expose an indecent amount of cleavage, some are pulling up their skirts and others are re-applying copious amounts of make-up and lipstick while handling some client's inquiry on the phone in a calm, professional tone. Despite work running smoothly, the place starts looking more like a porn set soon enough. There's definitely potential for a nice office party here.

Most importantly, the sluts around you are dropping their panties left and right. Lacy lingerie, thongs and g-strings alike are pulled down long, stocking-clad legs and neatly packed into desk drawers or discarded onto the floor haphazardly while the sluts continue doing their job. Walking though the room, you even see a few approving glances towards you, perhaps subordinates of your piss-mop. Probably. What do you know? You can imagine she's quite a bitchy boss. A young girl, most likely an intern straight out of college even gives you a cute smile, bending over and flashing her pussy as she picks up some documents. You respond but giving her ass a hard slap in passing. "Keep up the good work slut", you throw back over your shoulder, catching her lick her lips, getting off on this random act of harassment that would normally get you thrown out of the building.

The degraded blonde takes fast, almost jogging strides towards a set of stairs leading to a dimmed glass cube overlooking the office, hoping to finish her walk of shame as quickly as possible. "Slow down, whore. We're not in a rush", you call out, ogling her long slender legs. She pretends not to hear you, still rushing forward with a series of loud clicks, so you throw in a menacing: "Or I'll fuck your throat right here in the office". That seems to do the trick, and you're finally able to take a better look at your surroundings. Judging by the size of the space and the amount of hot sluts strutting through the room or hammering away at their computers, Claire's working at a very successful company. What kind of business was it doing again? Consulting? Banking? You can't really seem to remember, the only thing on your mind always being the gold-digging whore's tits. Where is Claire by the way? It would be nice to see her react to your quite unprofessional behavior. Fucking this haughty blonde and pissing on her flawless features felt good, but you don't even know her name yet.

She stops in front of the flight of stairs, and seems to beckon you forward, speaking quietly, the shock of drinking your urine and being used as a cumdump still weighting heavily on her: "Up the stairs. They're waiting for me in the meeting room". Apparently it's some kind of reflex of hers given the rather short nature of her pencil skirt. You smile sleazily, thinking of her being slutty enough to wear short skirts despite knowing that she attracts strangers to leer down them. Nevertheless, you looking down her dress should be the least of her problems right now. Still sporting the creepy smile, you invite her with a "You first, pissmop", brimming with false courtesy. As she ascends the stairs, her dress hikes up her thighs and you of course use the opportunity to look below, finding her shaved, tight pussy completely uncovered underneath. "No panties? I knew you were asking for it, whore", you tease, loud enough for the room to hear. You've always had a knack for being a total jerk, and you're seriously contemplating of butt-fucking her right then and there before you finally arrive at the top, waiting in front of an opaque door. She turns towards you, holding a finger in front of her lips beckoning you to be silent. Who does that bitch think she is? Giving you orders in YOUR Blowjob Universe? Fuck that shit! Taking matters into your own hand, you push her into the door, sliding your cock over her ass in the process. Fuck being silent when there's throats to be fucked.

Barging through the door, you see a boardroom table, the seats occupied exclusively by powerful, bossy looking women, wearing business attire and no-nonsense expressions. One of them, the one who shoots you an obvious **** glare as soon as you come through the door, you recognize as Claire. Another chick is standing with the back to you, hands on her hips. She's wearing a tight-fitting leather skirt, dark nylons and designer stiletto pumps, somehow managing to look classy and skimpy at the same time. Definitely the boss around here, she is flanked by a tall, probably mixed-race Asian. Most likely her secretary, she gives you an equally bitchy and contemptuous rundown, before whispering something into her boss's ear. The CEO, Manager, plain bossy slut? turns towards you, revealing her smart, haughty face flanked by a brunette pixie cut. She's definitely not happy to see you: "Ms. Moore! Did you get lost on the way here? Or were you trying to the last to improve the sales numbers? You just as much of a mess as your department's reports. Take a seat, we will talk about this after the meeting." Noticing you ogling her tightly packaged DD tits through her dress, she snaps: "And who's this imbecile with you? " How rude! Before you can reply (and preferably ram your cock down her throat) Claire chimes in from the desk: "That's my idiot stepson. The one I told you about. He wanted to come to work today." This immediately produces a knowing note in pixie cut's voice: "You must be the David I hear so much about." Finally noticing your cock is dangling freely, "Ms. Moore's" lipstick quite obviously marking it's girth right up to the girthy base, she turns bright red: "And it looks like you didn't lose any time. Ms. Wang, please get our guest a seat." Shooting her Asian bombshell assistant a no-nonsense, commanding stare, she orders: "Take good care of him. We don't want him disturbing too much." Interesting. So it seems like the slut at least knows part of what's up. You're already itching to see what kind of "assistance" she had in mind . Not that you really care either way, as long as you have a pair of lips wrapped around your cock. And then again, why stop at one pair?

You plop your ass down in the only free chair in the room. It feels really nice, soft and leathery. "Nice chair, really nice", you blurt out. It was probably intended for pissmop, but you couldn't care less. Claire ends up sitting right opposite of you, and gives you a look that would probably pulverize you if it could. After hearing your innocent "Hi Mom", she just shakes her head and turns away. Both the blonde jizz-rag and the tall Asian stand right next to you. The blonde looks distraught after the verbal scolding and it seems like she doesn't quite know what to do. The Asian gives you a look of pure disgust, raising her chin and looking down on you. Her already impressive height is enhanced even further by her open-toed heels. Noticing you leering at her tits though her white blouse, she glares angrily and crosses her arms underneath them and straightens her posture. To her credit, her voice sounds as prim and proper as possible, given she's talking to a naked-below-the-waist slob who's spreading his legs wide in a chair that's intended for bossy boardroom MILFs with several orders of magnitudes more on their savings accounts than you can hope to earn in your lifetime: