The bargain

David kept his eyes on her as he reached down and slowly unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free was loud in the quiet office. He popped the button of his slacks, dragged the zipper down, and pushed both his pants and underwear to mid-thigh in one motion.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already fully hard. The head was flushed dark, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. It looked even bigger now that it was out in the open, resting against his stomach for a second before he wrapped a hand around the base and angled it toward her.

“This is the situation, Isabella,” he said, voice calm. “You need to fix it.”

She stared at the thick cock in front of her, still standing with her blouse open and her breasts bare.

David stroked himself once, slow, letting her watch the way the skin moved over the hard length.

“On your knees. Now.”

Isabella’s legs felt unsteady as she lowered herself to the floor between his feet. The carpet pressed into her knees. David kept one hand on his cock and the other free, ready.

“Open your mouth.”

“Wait, I can’t. This is too far. Daniel and I are engaged.”

David looked down at her without moving.

“Too far? We are still negotiating, remember?”

She stared at the thick, hairy cock in front of her face.

“Please… I can’t.”

“Open your mouth.”

She slowly parted her lips. He didn’t wait. He guided the fat head past her lips and pushed forward until it rested heavy on her tongue. The salty taste of precum spread immediately. Isabella’s eyes fluttered for a second as the thickness stretched her mouth.

David let out a low breath and rested his hand on the back of her head.

“Suck it. Fix the problem you caused.”

Isabella’s hands hovered near his thighs, uncertain. He applied steady pressure to the back of her head, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. She made a small, muffled sound of protest but didn’t pull away. Her lips sealed around the shaft as she began to suck, slow and reluctant at first.

David watched her with dark eyes, hips shifting forward just enough to feed her another inch.

“Deeper. You’re not doing this halfway.”

He kept his hand firm in her hair, guiding her into a steady rhythm. Each time she pulled back he pushed her forward again, making her take more of the thick length. Spit began to gather at the corners of her mouth and drip down onto her bare breasts. Isabella’s eyes watered as the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

David’s breathing grew heavier. He reached down with his free hand and roughly groped one of her tits while she sucked him, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper around his cock.

“That’s better,” he muttered. “This is how you keep Daniel employed. Understand?”

Isabella couldn’t answer with her mouth full. She only kept sucking, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes as David used her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“That’s better,” he muttered. “This is how you keep Daniel employed. Understand?”

Isabella couldn’t answer with her mouth full. She only kept sucking, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes as David used her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He pushed deeper, holding her there until her nose pressed against his stomach. Isabella gagged hard, throat convulsing around the thick cock. Spit ran down her chin in thick strings and dripped onto her bare breasts. David kept her pinned for another two seconds before letting her pull back just enough to gasp for air.

The moment she sucked in a breath he pushed her down again.

“Don’t stop. You’re not finished.”

Isabella’s hands finally braced against his thighs as he started fucking her mouth in earnest. The strokes were hard and deep from the beginning. Each thrust drove the thick head of his cock straight into her throat with a wet, choking sound. The filthy noise of it filled the office — wet glucks and gagging every time he bottomed out.

David’s grip in her hair tightened until it hurt. He used it like a handle, yanking her forward to meet every thrust. Isabella tried to pull back, both hands pushing against his thighs, but he was stronger. He held her in place and kept face-fucking her without slowing down. Her muffled protests only made him go harder.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “Engaged and still on your knees with a cock in your mouth. Daniel has no idea what a whore his fiancée is.”

Tears streamed down her face, cutting dark trails through her makeup. Mascara ran in messy black lines to her cheeks and chin. Spit poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in thick strings onto her bare breasts and the carpet between her knees. Every time he slammed into her throat she gagged hard, the sound wet and broken.

David’s hips moved faster. The head of his cock battered the back of her throat over and over, cutting off her air in short, brutal bursts. Isabella’s eyes were wide and glassy, more tears spilling as she struggled against the hand locked in her hair. She tried again to push herself off him, but he only shoved her deeper, grinding her nose against his stomach while her throat convulsed around him.

He pulled her all the way down one last time and held her there, cock throbbing hard against her tongue.

“Swallow every drop,” he ordered.

His cock pulsed violently. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her mouth and shot straight down her throat. Isabella choked immediately. There was too much. She tried to pull away but David kept her locked in place, forcing her to take every spurt. Cum filled her mouth until it leaked out around his shaft in thick white streams, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.

When he finally released her hair she jerked back with a wet, ragged gasp. Cum and spit poured from her open mouth. She coughed hard, a large amount of his cum spilling out onto the floor and across her chest as she struggled to breathe. More of it clung to her tongue and the back of her throat, the taste strong and salty. Her ruined makeup was a complete mess — black streaks everywhere, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum.

Isabella’s legs gave out.

She dropped fully onto the floor, sitting hard on the carpet with her back against the side of the desk. Her open blouse hung off her shoulders. Cum still dripped from her chin onto her bare breasts. She covered her face with both hands and started crying in earnest — quiet, broken sobs that shook her shoulders. The sound of it filled the office along with David’s heavy breathing.

He stood over her for a long moment, chest rising and falling hard, looking down at the mess he had made of her. His cock was still half-hard as he slowly tucked it away and zipped his pants.

Isabella kept crying, mascara-streaked tears running between her fingers, while David caught his breath and watched her without a word.