The cheesy, role-play route

I pulled away from the desk and, with a wicked grin of my own, stated, "I think you missed a spot."

"Oh?"

"Indeed. Right here," I said as I motioned to my crotch.

Rising, Patty replied, "I see. I apologize. I will get to that right away, sir."

She slowly walked to me, swaying her hips slightly as she approached. With her feather duster, she slowly swept at my groin with a focused look on her face. After a few teasing moments, she said, "I don't think this will do it. May I use another method, sir?"

"Of course."

She dropped the duster on the floor and knelt down beside me. Her right hand went to my crotch, slowly massaging my dick through my pants. She leaned in and began to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but grew more urgent as time passed. I, naturally, kissed back, flicking my tongue across her lips. She got the hint quickly, and began sucking on my tongue.

Patty broke away to unzip my pants and free my cock, but resumed frenching me as her right hand began to pump away. It wasn't long before I was hard. After a few more quick strokes, she broke away again and stated, "I think I can clean this now, sir."

"Go ahead."

With that wicked grin of hers, Patty moved her head to my cock. She licked the tip a few times at first, but quickly wrapped her lips around its head. Without moving her head from that spot, she swirled her tongue in circuits around the tip, sucking hard as she did. It was an exquisite feeling.

She slowly moved her head down my shaft until her nose was touching my stomach. I had never been deep throated before, so the sensation was quite a shock. I could feel her throat spasm at the tip of my dick as she fought her gag reflex. Amazingly, she was somehow able to stick the tip of her tongue past her lips to tickle my balls a little. I was somehow able to withstand blowing my load, but it took every ounce of restraint not to shoot my seed straight down her throat.

She pulled her head completely away and smiled at her handiwork. My cock was standing straight at attention, glistening with her drool. From her expression, she seemed to be very proud of her newly created masterpiece. I was certainly appreciative of it, at any rate.

"I think we need to move to more...drastic measures," she stated with amazing calm as she freed her D-cup breasts from their prison. "What do you think?"

I could only nod in agreement. It looked like a titjob was on the way.