REFINED TASTE

The app chimed.

A wave of tingly heat caressed my tongue and sent sparks into my mind. I leaned against the doorway and whimpered at the feeling, my eyes closed tight. The residual taste of spearmint gum in my mouth shifted, becoming bland and empty, like plastic.

I was struck by a sudden bout of nausea as an all-consuming blend of hunger and thirst assaulted me. My knees buckled and I nearly fell. I could somehow feel my brain rewire itself, instinct and desire reorienting on a new priority. I sucked in short breaths as the worst of the dizziness passed.

The air! It tasted so different. I was left dizzy until a specific smell demanded my attention. So salty, so sharp, with a hint of bittersweetness, and a subtle musk that made my pussy twitch. It was so close! My head shot to the retreating figure of Mr Ross and my nostrils flared.

The scent was coming from him!

My nausea faded and my questionable sanity returned when I had a direction to focus the new hunger-thirst towards. Understanding crystalized and the last of the nausea vanished. His cum! That's what I needed.

Well, I think I know what my new Punishment is. I breathed deep and sashayed in my tiny skirt after my boss, not bothering to resist the sensual grace that filled my movements. I caught up to him and savored the tantalizing scent that flooded my mind. My mouth watered and my thighs grew slick from how wet I was.

Hehe~ This was hardly a punishment so far!

It was maybe thirty seconds at a brisk walk from my office to his. I felt a flicker of loss that was quickly flipped to joy when the scent of cum only grew thicker inside. Had he just jacked off in the office?

Mr Ross sat behind his desk and gave me a stern look. "Take a seat." He rumbled.

Right. I'm in trouble. Serious time.

I meekly sat in the surprisingly comfy chair. Making sure to 'accidentally' have my skirt ride up. Folding my hands in my lap and peeking at him from under my bangs, I saw his eyes shoot from my creamy thighs up to my face. Ha! Gottem!

There was a tense silence for several seconds. Not the bad kind of tense either. Our eyes met and a switch in my brain I'd forgotten about activated.

Curvy Brunettes—Office Wear—Playful Submission

The knowledge appeared from nowhere, like perceiving color or texture. I just knew that this situation was very aligned with his fetishes.

I blinked innocently and hid a smirk. "You wanted to see me sir?" I straightened my back and threw one leg over the other. Even more of my upper thighs were exposed to his gaze.

Mr Ross shook himself and dragged his eyes to his computer monitor. "Yes. Miss Turner, I personally don't care what you get up to off the clock. However, the company has a reputation to uphold and a work culture to maintain." He spun the screen to me and started playing a cellphone video. "Do you have an explanation for this?"

Raucous cheers and hoots rang out from the cheap speakers. An ethereally beautiful woman in a tiny skirt wiggled her bare ass to the crowd and ran off out of frame, a lanky blond man was dragged behind her.

Oh! They did catch it on camera, that's so hot!

Wait. "How did you find this so soon?" It hadn't even been a day yet! And weren't negative consequences supposed to be mitigated or something?

"Ah—well...that's unimportant." He coughed and flipped the screen back. I could see how horny he was even without the Fetish Finder.

"Mr Ross, have you been browsing amateur porn during your lunch break?" I cooed, one hand toying with my topmost blouse button.

"Th-that's not relevant. This is serious, you could be fired!" His face turned red for an entirely different reason.

I undid a second button and his green eyes locked in on my cleavage. The subtle smell of cum in the room was driving me crazy, driving me to be more daring. In a series of smooth motions that were half striptease I threw off my blouse and bra, my perky little tits bouncing. I danced around the desk, kicking my shoes off on the way.

He spun his chair around to face me. "Miss Turner! Put your clothes back on!" He hissed. "I haven't alerted HR yet, but don't think that I won't!" I ignored his words, there was a bulge in his slacks calling to me.

With confidence borne of hunger I smirked as I stepped out of my snug skirt and panties. I teased him by turning around and bending over to show him my wet pussy.

I wiggled. "Is it even better in person?"

"Do you think you can bribe me?" I could hear the frustration and need in his voice. "If the public or upper management recognize you, I'll have **** but to fire you."

My fingers spread open my pussy lips and he groaned. "I don't care." I realized the words were true as I said them, I didn't need a job anymore. Not with Gem Ladies. I twirled on one heel to face him. I could see the lust in his eyes and in the beads of sweat on his brow. "I just want you to cum for me."

I knelt between his legs and ever-so-lightly kissed the covered tip of his erect cock. When I reached up to unbuckle his belt, Mr Ross gave in and stood to pull down his pants. His thick cock sprang out above my face.

"Oh! It's so big!" I gushed.

Now, I know what you're thinking, but it actually was pretty big. Not quite pornstar-worthy, maybe seven and a half inches long and thick enough my fingers didn't quite wrap all the way around. Much better than Ethan. I licked a droplet of precum from the angry red tip and went cross-eyed at the taste! "Tasty too!" I chirped, before engulfing the head and the first two inches to suck down more precum, that first drop had made my hunger come roaring back.

He chuckled and threaded his fingers in my hair. "Turner— Marissa." He smiled down at me with an odd fondness, paternal almost. "This is one helluva way to give me your two week's notice."

I glared up as he laughed at his own joke. I halfway considered pulling off entirely to call him out for his terrible sense of humor, only for his grip on the back of my head to tighten.

An evil glint shown in his eyes and a shiver of excitement ran through me. For a second it was like we communicated with our thoughts, a question from him and eager reassurance from me.

"Ghhlrk!"

His cock rammed into the back of my throat and his balls slapped my chin. It was moderately unpleasant, as despite my practice with dildos and a prior boyfriend, I had to struggle against my gag reflex. At least, until he drove back out and left a trail of delicious precum on my tongue. Instantly, a switch in my head flipped and this went from brutal sex act to appetizer. My mouth and esophagus flooded with saliva and the gagging stopped. My stomach roiled and grumbled, awaiting food.

"Mmmhhhp~"

"Holy fuck, your throat is like a cunt!" Ross sped up until he was practically bouncing my face on his crotch.

Yessss! Feed me your cum!

I was still extremely aroused by the whole situation of course, the physical submission and social taboo, the potential of being discovered, even his pubes tickling my nose made me wet. But this was all secondary to how hungry I was, this wasn't just sex anymore.

My hands tugged on his hips to make him go even faster. He huffed and puffed like he was running a marathon at a full sprint, the cock in my mouth moving so fast it was like a single object. My tongue wasn't doing anything fancy, just brushing along the underside of his cock. He was doing all the work.

"I'm close!" He gasped, sweat dripping down his face after a grueling five minute face-fuck.

"Glllhhhkah!" I gurgled at him.

"Hah! Take it you whore!" His scrotum tightened up on my chin. He threw his head back and went still.

A flicker of annoyance ran through me. Whores are paid! I'm just a slut!

The flood of cum pouring into my stomach washed away all thought. I was left blank. An empty hole being filled. Meant to be filled. My eyes rolled back into my head and saw only pink and purple swirls of light.

Hunger and thirst were satisfied with every pulse and jerk of the shaft inside me, ambrosia from a divine instrument watering my dry fields.

...Too poetic. I eat cum now.

An endless moment of bliss later, Ross slid out of my mouth and sat back with a sigh, broad smile on his face.

I savored the last few drops of pearly cum. There were so many different flavors, subtleties I couldn't grasp. Maybe another load would make things clearer?

Hehe! I couldn't wait to find out!