Under the desk

Beneath the desk, you could hear the muffled creak of the office door shut as Mr. Connors walked into the room. With your head bent back, mouth full of David's cock, you carefully sucked to swallow the remaining spit. You couldn't risk him hearing you give David a blowjob. This was embarrassing enough.

"David." Mr. Connors spoke, the raspy voice of an older WASP type

You felt David's thighs shift around your ears as he shook Mr. Connors hand. You massaged his cock head with the insides of your mouth, undulating the insides of your cheeks around it in an attempt to provide the same amount of stimulation without loudly sucking. "Mr. Connors," David replied, "Let's go over the Walters account."

"Before we get to brass, I gotta ask," Mr. Connors did a double take back towards Carrie's direction, "Why do you always get the smoking PA's? Send some the old man's way. You tapping that?"

"Just finished with her before you arrived."

"Ah, I remember those days," Mr. Connors flashed his wedding ring, "Now I've got to be a little more strategic. Wife keeps tabs on the office."

As they both guffawed, you took it as an opportunity to shift your mouth further down David's shaft. You continued to slurp down remnants of Carrie's grool, relishing the taste of pussy on him. Snaking your hands between his legs, you began to paw and tickle his balls. Sucking his cock for the second time, you recognized you now had a strategy as you became familiar with what got him off faster. What would to be like when you sucked his cock for the 20th time? You'd be an expert on David's cock -- ugh, not a title you'd find pride in.

Wait a minute -- all David talked about was how power and domination got him off. Maybe if you revealed yourself to Mr. Connors, that'd get him off quicker. Just as you had this thought, you felt David flex his kegels, and his cock shot up and hit the back of your throat. You coughed and gagged, some of the spit you'd been holding in blasting out onto his shaft, trails sticking to your mouth and nose.

"No -- don't tell me. You've got another whore down there?" Mr. Connors sounded impressed.

David sifted back, his cock flopping out of your mouth. You could see the light rush in. David held his cock up, still hidden by the edges of the desk from Mr. Connors. He wanted you to show off. He took you by the hair and guided you up. As you put his cock back in your mouth and bobbed up and down on it, from Mr. Connors perspective, all he could see was the top of someone's head popping up and down. You allowed yourself to slurp and suck and smack on his cock and shaft to put on a show for Connors -- you know that would help bring David closer.

"Well, I couldn't go around all day smelling like Carrie's cunt. Needed someone to clean me up. You'd be surprised how many random sluts I got in my phone who don't mind sucking me clean of some other skank."

Mr. Connors could feel his old cock tenting up in his pants, "Fuck. She sounds like an amazing little cock sucker. You mind sharing?"