I'll fix this problem right now. Come here Melissa.

You were always horny in the morning. Actually, you were always horny all day, but it happens to be morning now. Melissa was right, you were feeling quite backed up, and you didn't really want to wait much longer. Plus, you've got a great view of her huge ass as she stands over your bed, body angled slightly to the side. At this point, your cock is making all the decisions.

"I'll fix this problem right now. Come here Melissa," you say as you throw the blanket off of the bed.

Melissa's face looks slightly flushed for a brief moment before she quickly regains her composure. "Of course sir, I would be happy to help. Would you like me to remove my uniform?"

You nod your head yes as she deftly removes her clothes. This was far from the first time you'd had your way with Melissa. And yet, it happened rarely enough that she was still caught by surprise when you requested it. You suspected that she was acutely aware of her class C rank during such circumstances, and secretly feared that you would accuse her of propositioning you. You had no reason to do this of course but, quite frankly, you didn't know each other that well. Why had she applied to be your secretary? Didn't she expect to be impregnated? Did she want to be? Or did she simply want to aid humanity in the general goal of procreation, but not necessarily participate herself? You never bothered to ask her these questions, but you might some day.

Whatever the case may be, the point is that you had her naked at the side of your bed, looking at you and your growing erection expectantly.

"Get it down your throat," you say.

She quickly straddles her knees on either side of your legs and takes half of your cock in her mouth.

"Get your face down, look up at me, and get your ass in the air. I want to see you shake it while you suck." You deliver your orders calmly and with authority - you're used to women doing what you tell them and you know what you like.

Melissa obliges. She struggles to push another inch of your dick into her mouth as her eyes dart to the top of the sockets. She was a top Breeding school graduate, but your cock must be thicker than the dildos they practice on. Typical universities; they charge you full price for outdated equipment. Her chin is nearly touching the bed and you can see the blue rings of her irises staring into your soul. Her ass is perfectly heart shaped from this angle, the soft flesh spilling ever so slightly over her hips as she moves her head up and down.

"Shake that ass for me," you repeat.

Her hips begin to sway back and forth, perpendicularly to the motion of her head.

"Push it down your throat and hold it there," you order. You can see her tense up slightly, preparing to take the plunge. In one swift motion, you can feel her throat muscles relax as your cock slides down to the hilt. All 9 inches are now firmly lodged inside of her. You flex your cock muscle, causing the head to swell and Melissa to silently gag on the increased girth. Her eyes narrow apologetically - you hadn't asked her to gag, and involuntary body reactions were considered sub-optimal during breeding. For example, coughing or spitting during ejaculation could cause a small amount of semen to be aerosolized, or otherwise difficult to collect.

You were well aware of this. You decide to chastise her slightly - in reality you have no intention of reporting her, but you're curious to see her reaction. "Don't do that," you state, simply. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Take it deeper and clamp your throat down." Eager to redeem herself, Melissa forces her face deeper into your crotch. The effect is only a half-inch or so of increased depth but the sight of her lips disappearing into your skin and her chin resting on your massive balls turns you on. She begins flexing her throat muscles, rhythmically swallowing and your cock remains stuck in place. Your enhanced sex organs go to work and your penis leaks mouthfuls of precum directly into her stomach with each motion.

"That's right," you say, leaning back and sighing, "drain that precum like a good girl." She hums slightly in response, happy to be back in your good graces.

You rest your hand gently on the back of her head. "Keep doing that until I tell you to stop." She attempts to push her face even deeper into your groin in response. A few moments pass and you can tell she'll need to breathe soon. You want to see how long she'll keep your giant dick down her throat, so you lean back and keep your hand on her head. You aren't pushing down, simply reminding her of her job. Several seconds pass, Melissa's rhythmic swallowing continues but she is clearly struggling not to gag. Eventually she jerks her head off your cock while simultaneously gasping for air, coughing spit and precum onto the bed.

"Ack! Gah - sorry sir - ack! I couldn't hold it! Gah! " she whines between coughing fits. "I'm so embarrassed sir, I should be more prepared. Please let me try again! I'll hold it longer this time!"

"No," you state simply. A shocked expression crossed Melissa's face. "But, sir, please, I didn't ..." she trails off. "I'm going to fuck your throat. You'll get used to the size of my cock faster," you explain. Her face immediately perk up. "Oh, yes sir! Of course! Push it down my throat please!" She opens her mouth wide. You grab her head with both hands and slam it down on your dong. She screws her face slightly, but quickly remembers your earlier instruction and returns to making direct eye contact. You stare at her beautiful face, now covered in her spit and your precum, as you repeatedly slam it down all the way to your stomach. "Massage those balls," you say. She immediately places one of your testicles in each hand and gently kneads them back and forth. For several minutes, the only audible sound is the slick wet slurping of the friction created by your cock on the back of her throat. You occasionally let her up for air, you figure she's learned her lesson for today.

You feel an additional sensation in your balls, on top of her massaging hands. You're getting ready to blow. It's time to make a plan, where does it go?