Cold and Salty

As the door shut, hinges squeaking, the only sounds in the office were the steady, rhythmic vacuum noises as Charles slowly worked the dildo further into his mouth, paired somewhat with the tick of the clock on the wall.

The toy was no longer cold, and didn’t quite fill his mouth to busting, a mostly smooth gradually deeper reach into his mouth. Small gagging noises as Charles body moved further on its accord as it hit the back of his throat.

“Whatever is happening, whoever is responsible, they are going to die for this,” thought Charles in a final clear lucid moment as the steel ran over his tongue and into the start of his throat for the first time.

“Glkk, gluck, ….”

Camilla opened the office door once more, holding her phone, in front of her still in his chair, the toy shoved as far down as it could go into his throat, was Charles. Both hands were grasping the balls on the toy, but despite fingers turning white, the balls themselves only seemed to slightly compress and inflate.

“Ah, Senor,” said Camilla. “I thought you had a better grip than that? One moment, I’ll be right there.”

Carefully on a stand, next to the door she propped her phone up, setting it to record, trying to get the best angle she could of Charles, as he watched through blurry glasses, heaving breaths though his nose. Eventually she stopped, and made her way over to the front of his desk. Leaning over, she flashed her teeth in a reassuring smile, and grasped Charles hands with her own. The soft, still smooth if beginning to show signs of age hands, grasping his just barely larger hands.

Slowly they squeezed with greater ****, compressing Charles own, and together the balls, which alone were not made of steel, but perhaps a colored rubber-esque substance, compressed. Charles could feel something dribbling down his throat as their hands were clasped together in some twisted parody of a couple.

Carefully Camilla slowly pulled the toy out saying, “It’s important to get at least a small taste for flavor testing.”

Enraged beyond the breath he so desperately required Charles hands followed along and a salty, thick aftertaste hit the back of his tongue as the cold congealed cum slowly dribbled out of his mouth the dildo exiting with a, “Pop!”

Camilla now the only one holding in, looked critically at it, and then realizing she was blocking the view said quickly, “Oh, stay just like that for a moment, Sir.”

Turning around she quickly walked back grabbed her phone from the stand adjacent the door, and returned to the front of the desk. Eyeing the man, who had literally stopped breathing in front of her, she brought up her phone and took several images with flash (the office being somewhat dark, electricity costs money you know, and so did the company owners).

Eventually after several photos Camilla put down her phone, on the desk, once more saying, “Alright, one last important test – oh please feel free to move again – but this one may be a little difficult, Sir.”

Eyeing her with the clear implication that she was utterly nuts Charles rasped dryly, “Don’t you even fucking dare.”

Camilla blinked and said, “I know it’s something of a bother, but like you always say, quality, quality, quality! Now, no waffling please, up, up, up!”

Gesturing for him to come around the desk, and as he did so once more, grabbing his shoulders with a simple, “Please let me assist you once more, Sir.”

Snatching the dildo out of his hand with her left and placing it down next to her phone, she proceeded to press him against the desk, bending him over, breasts pressed not unpleasantly against his back. Then reached around with one hand to unbuckle his jeans, the plain black belt being dragged down with the jeans as she wiggled them down to his ankles. Stepping back a foot Camilla frowned at the scene in front of her, muttering under her breadth, “Too much beer.”

The pale, exceedingly non model like ass shown through the old pair of mostly white underwear, definitely not trimmed to Sports Illustrated standards. Shrugging her shoulders she said aloud, “Well Sir, we all work with what little, or too much, that we have.”

Forcefully she grabbed the back of his underwear, extending the elastic band in a dangerous manner, before dragging it down, rubbing roughly against Charles’ dick before dropping it as made it off the desk and past his balls. There was no sound as it hit his pants, not one audible to the human ear, but the sound of his heartbeat was clearer than ever to Charles.

Camilla rolling her shoulders, like every woman throughout history has with an unpleasant task before her, picked up the fake cock with her left hand, and placing it in her right, grabbed her phone as well saying, “Now Sir, this will be a little tricky, but just do your best to bend forward, trying not to overturn the desk. Also reach back and spread your cheeks. It’s a shame they're not shaved. Maybe you can do that in the future? But in the meantime, just try to show off for the camera.”

Like a slow gate opening Charles grasped each cheek with one hand, pulling them apart, almost painfully, exposing his anus to Camilla’s vaguely disgusted face, the smell wafting up in the poorly ventilated room.

Gently holding her phone with one hand Camilla pressed the tip against the entrance crooning, “Open wide for Camie, Senor!”