Down her throat.

You increase the speed of your throat fucking. You're going to dump your massive load directly into her stomach. The semen will need to be retrieved by a collection employee. A stomach pump of sorts is used to quickly remove semen from a woman who has swallowed your cum. The process only takes a few seconds, but it is certainly less pleasant that semen retrieval from a vaginal or anal ejaculation. You'd made up your mind though - you're going to make her swallow this one.

"I'm going to pump my cum into your fucking stomach," you say through gritted teeth, as you further increase the speed of your **** on her throat. The **** of your face fucking is causing her incredible ass to jiggle even more as her throat is desperately milking your entire shaft. Melissa looks up at you with pleading eyes, her face now ruined and sticky. Whether she preferred your cum in her stomach or her pussy was unclear, but she certainly appeared happy to acquiesce your decision.

At this point, you're only moving her face back and **** a few inches from the base of your cock. The head is permanently down her throat, still leaking precum like a faucet. "I like your throat-pussy, whore. Keep your lips sealed, and keep swallowing. Look at me, slut! You fucking look at me while I fuck your mouth-cunt." Melissa redoubles her efforts to shape her mouth to your liking. She still looks up at you with expectant eyes. You stare directly at her, your prolonged eye-contact intensifying the intimacy of the moment. Your beautiful, highly-educated secretary continues to stare intensely at you as you grab her throat. You jerk it up and down, feeling the walls of Melissa's throat rub against your cock as you move up and down. "Do that," you state simply, as you remove your hand from her throat. She places her right hand on her throat and begins to **** herself, moving her hand up and down. The effect is an inter-throat handjob - you take a moment to appreciate your handiwork and to consider whether that pun was intentional.

The sheer depravity of this new act, coupled with the incessant pumping of Melissa's throat pushes you over the edge. "Here it comes, keep swallowing! Take my fucking load! Take my massive load you fucking slut!" You give into your orgasm. With one final push, your cock is as deep as it can possibly go and you begin your deposit. You can't see it, but you can feel the absurd amount of liquid flowing out of your dick into her waiting throat. As instructed, Melissa swallows each shot, struggling against your pulsing cock. "Keep fucking swallowing like a good girl. Don't fucking stop until I'm done. I'm going to paint your stomach white you whore. I'm going to make you my throat slut!" You shout obscenities as your humanity-saving semen continues to pump into her body.

At long last, your orgasm subsides. You collapse back into the bed, the familiar orgasmic relief bringing you a brief moment of relaxation. Melissa still has your cock in her mouth, although she appears to be struggling to keep it there as the massive load of semen churns in her stomach. "Good girl. Now clean my cock with your tongue," you order. "Yes sir!" she coughs, wrenching your dick from her throat. She begins to methodically lick up and down your shaft from the base to the tip. "Sir," she says between licks, "your semen will need to be removed from my stomach soon."

You look down at Melissa, still giving your penis a tongue bath, still looking up at you with her beautiful blue eyes. Your cock glistens with a thin layer of her saliva. "Fine," you say. Do it quick, I don't know if I'm finished with you yet. The prospect of another round with you visibly excites her. "Of course," she says with a big smile. "I will call a collection employee right now." She reaches over to her discarded uniform and pulls out a small device. "Keep licking," you say, as she fumbles with the device. Melissa dutifully resumes licking your cock, looking past it and at the device in her hands. It strikes you that this process should probably be more streamlined by now, but that thought, and all thoughts not related to the beautiful, fat-assed secretary-whore currently licking your dick, are easily ignored.

"She's on her way!" Melissa says. Is it disappointment in her voice? Is she worried about competition, after she had you to herself? Cute, and not unexpected. There was plenty of competition for your loads. Maybe she didn't want to take a break? This idea was interrupted by the sound of the door to your room opening. A woman in a white uniform pulling a cylindrical object on a hover-trolley enters.

"Miss Secretary," she says. "You called in an oral event. I will now perform the collection, please sit up."

You were reminded that collection agents essentially ignore you. Their white uniforms indicate that they are class D employees; they are not to speak to you or interact with you directly under any circumstances. That is, of course, if you request such interaction first. The collection agent pulls the hover-trolley closer to the bed.