Swimmingly

Sara could not get the thought of semen out of her head. She went to her desk and sat down. She put her head in her hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she muttered to herself. She took the bottle of Sake.

"I could use a drink," she said to herself of semen, she added in her head before taking a deep breath.

She opened the bottle and took a long swig. The alcohol burned, but there was that taste again. "It can't be!" she said as she swore she tasted semen.

Sara tried her best to think of why she had become more and more obsessed with semen and cock as the day went on. It had been a while since she had had sex of any kind, and very long since she had performed oral sex on a man. She swigged the remaining sake.

She picked up her phone and called down to arrange a car as she did not want to drive after slamming the sake.

She went to turn off her computer, it flashed a bit before it went off. Sara had a fleeting image of a woman's mouth on a penis then shook her head. She got up, tried to compose herself. She gathered her purse and briefcase and went down to the garage. She saw the black Lincoln waiting for her.

A large muscular man with dark brown hair and blue eyes got out. He wore a black suit and black it. Sara's gaze went to his crotch, and she noticed a bulge of a cock as if he had a semi-hard cock tucked away and pointing to his right leg. She looked up and saw the man smiling. He opened the back door for her. She blushed and mumbled a thank you as she got into the car, the thought of the driver's cock foremost on her mind.