Jerk Larry off

You know if you consider what you're about to do for very long you will give up. You remind yourself you're no quitter and you stand and walk behind Larry's desk. He turns to face you, his legs spread expectantly.

Without a word, you drown down on your knees on the faded linoleum tile. Larry is already reaching for his belt. Once he has it unfastened, you unbutton his stained brown slacks and unzip them. His boxers are white with a definite stain of urine around the open flap.

His cock is soft, uncircumcized, and thick. He has a dense thatch of black pubic hair that is giving off a powerful unwashed odor. You try to ignore the smell and take his cock in your soft hand. He licks his lips and stares down your shirt.

"That's it," he says as you stroke his hardening prick. "If you're not gonna suck it, then spit on it at least."

You meet him halfway and spit in the palm of your hand. You massage your spit into his fat cock's shaft. Each time you stroke up the head of his dick disappears into a pouch of loose skin, each time you stroke down to his hairy balls the head reappears.

"Yeah, that's nice," he tell you. "Do it faster. Squeeze it harder."

You stroke faster and hold his prick more tightly in your fist.

"Lemme see those titties," he says.

You shake your head.

"Come on, girl," he argues,"I'll cum faster if I can see those big titties of yours."

Trying to hide your disgust you yank down the neck of your tanktop and pull the pink cups of your bra beneath your big firm tits. Despite the demeaning situation your nipples are fully erect, betraying your excitement.

"Oooh yeah, those are nice," he says.

Without asking, he reaches down and tugs roughly on one of your nipples.

"Faster," he instructs, mauling both of your tits with his filthy hands.

The stink of cigarettes, old cum, piss, and BO is nearly overwhelming.

"Fuck yeah, faster, work it faster," he says, his voice breathless.

You stroke even faster, your fist pounding up and down his fat dick and slapping into his dense nest of pubic hair.

"Ohhhhh!" Larry begins a weird jerky humping of your fist.

"UNNN!" He grunts and a yellowish rope of his semen blasts out of his cockhead and splatters on your exposed breasts.

You lean forward to catch the drooling spermy bursts of Larry's cum on your cleavage. After the first huge blast the others are much smaller, but he still leaves a warm puddle in between your tits.

You give him one last stroke and a bead drips out of his cock onto the floor.

"Good enough," Larry gasps.

He throws you a stained towel from inside the desk. As you are mopping his cum off your tits he transcribes a rolodex card onto a piece of notepad paper. He tears the sheet off and hands it to you just as you finish fixing your clothes.

"Here you go," he wipes sweat from his upper lip. "Sensual Finishes. It's on the ground floor of the American Bank building downtown. Right next to the sushi shop. Tell them Larry sent you. A nice, young, firm, hot little fuck like you will be a big earner for Madam Soo."

Without a word of thanks you toss the towel on the desk and leave the office.