Give him some advice

He has you going but not quite hard enough. You lift his head out of your lap. He immediately darts for your breasts, but you turn them away, telling him he has to earn them. You direct him to your vulva like someone rubbing a dogs nose in his business. You pull back the skin of your clitoral hood and make sure he sees the glistening nub of your pleasure. You ask him if he sees it.

"Yes ma'am," he whispers.

You tell him to pretend that's your nipple. He is momentarily unsure of how to act on that advice, but once you lock him back in place with your strong thighs, he gets the picture. He's just as passionate as before but now he's hitting you right where you want it and it's driving you wild.

You demand that he do it harder and faster. Your hands join his on your breasts, and you knead them in unison. He's staring up at you, though not into your eyes. The hypnotic rolling of your soft breasts tantalizes him like an erotic lava lamp. He's on fire, and it's not long until you are burning right a long with him, screaming obscenities and crushing his face into your sopping pussy with your thighs.

You shriek in orgasm. You buck your hips against his face in orgasmic spasm but he doesn't seem to notice. Your beaten clit is highly sensitive, but he can't hear your breathless pleas for mercy with your legs over his ears, and before you can muster the coordination to **** him to stop, the pain goes away. You are back on top of the mountain, your chest heaving with every vulgar scream before a second orgasm rips through you. You've never cum that fast. He's got you on a roll and you have no intention of letting him stop.

Time after time you cum. You're **** on your own moans. You're shivering and in tears from the overwhelming ecstasy washing over you. For ten minutes you are in a state of near constant climax, howling and crying as your clit is torn apart by his voracious mouth. You slump back on the desk, writhing stiffly in suffering bliss. You are overcome.

You open your eyes and find Daryll on top of you happily sucking and massaging your breasts.

"The phone rang while you were out." He mumbles between draws of your nipple.

There is a knock at the door. You yell for him to wait. Your next interview is here but it seems rather pointless to keep seeing candidates at this point.