Demand more

I decide to push Alison a little before it is too late. So far she has down little more than mouth my cockhead like a lollipop; don't get me wrong, having her pretty lips wrapped around me and sucking for all she is worth has me getting pretty worked up, but I figure this is a no-lose situation. If she can deep-throat me that would be fucking hot and if she can't then I have a perfect excuse to fuck her like I fully intend to.

“Swallow my damn cock, girl.” I growl, using my hand to push more of my cock into her mouth.

“If you don't have your nose in my pubes, the deal is off and I'm going to fuck that pristine little snatch you've been protecting for so long.” Alison tries but she is as much of a novice as I imagine Miss Miller must be; she gags as press too deep and pulls away spluttering and coughing with drool dripping down her chin.

“I don't think I can.” I'm not sure if Alison is doing a Emmy Award winning job of acting or if she really is distraught by her inability to satisfy me, but she tries again to deep throat me and once again ends up gagging on my meat.

If I really was the heartless boss Alison wanted I could grab her hair and **** my cock down her throat, but to be perfectly honest seeing my **** secretary trying desperately to save her cherry was even better than being balls deep in her mouth.

I can feel my balls start to tighten and I know that it will not be long before I'm filling her pretty mouth with my cum. I decide against warning her, I like the idea of seeing her face when the hot spunk starts spewing into her. It is just the type of power move that should excite her as she tries futilely to swallow every last drop.

I am not at all disappointed. To be fair, my young Miss Miller did try to swallow, but by the second pulse there's goop leaking from her lips and then my cock pops free and the next two spurts cover her face with pearly streaks of cum. Alison has not forgotten her role and as soon as she can clear her mouth she looks up at me with a mixture of hope and dread.

“Did I please you, Sir?” She asks nervously, “I did my best, I swear.” I look down at the pretty blonde kneeling at my feet with cum dripping down her chin and I am torn. Considering how inexperienced she is this young woman did just give me a reasonably good blow-job; even without taking all of me or swallowing my load it was pretty damn hot. Thanks to the magic of modern science I knew that I'd be fucking her tight little pussy later tonight in the hotel room anyways; I could certainly wait that long.

On the other hand, my Miss Miller certainly did not meet the terms of my compromise, and Alison knows that even better than me. Did she expect me to make my innocent secretary pay for her failure to meet my demanding expectations?