Suck off a drone

You decide to not suck your father's limp dick while he does something else. Again. He had his chance and can wait for you to finish the others. You begin working another cock beside him, just out of spite.

As you bob, you find your mouth running dry with lack of moisture. All this dick sucking was making you thirsty. You try to deep throat him in hopes to dredge out some saliva, but find it more difficult to even attempt than usual, likely hurting him in the process.

You try to whisper a request for water, but get shushed even as the words begin to leave your mouth. You smack your lips several times to try to get the juices flowing before returning your dry mouth to his dry cock. You are getting nowhere fast.

Suddenly a lunch break is called, and life returns to the room in an instant. The man in your mouth begins forcing himself down your throat with pent up frustration at your performance. You finally find a small bit of moisture in your mouth through your sudden gags, but not much. His cock still feels like sand paper as he slams the back of your head into the table above you repeatedly, jerking himself off rapidly with your head.

Your father tucks his cock away and begins towards the door while chatting with his friends. He says he'll catch up with you later, but might be talking to the man violating your throat, as he responds to your father cheerfully. He bangs your head faster and faster into the table, trying to hurry himself along before they get too far away.

Suddenly shooting his salty medicine into your thirsty gullet, you try to wet your tongue with it before he can cram it down. He quickly pulls out of your mouth, practically before he's finished, and begins jogging to catch up with the rest of the group. He shakes the last drops off his cock to the carpet as he runs, then tucks himself away as he goes out the door.

Now alone, you roll unswallowed dose around your mouth, letting your dry cheeks and tongue absorb the moisture before gulping what's left. You stand up from under the table, arching your tits magnificently on your puffed out chest as you let out a massive stretch, able to move freely for the first time in hours. No one is around to appreciate them, however, and you let out a heaving sigh as you return your arms to your sides.

You bend down and swipe what you can from the drips the man left on the carpet in his hasty escape, casually popping it into your mouth. Every bit helps. You can't find your small jacket anywhere, so you walk out into the empty office naked. You realize you don't know where the cafeteria even is!

"Hello?" You yell out. No one responds.