Right down her throat, but with a catch

"Alright, hey Clara, when I cum, you're going to swallow all of it," said Brian. Clara moaned in what she hoped to be assent. "And when you do, you're going to hate the taste as well as briefly remember everything, but you'll find that your mouth will be magnetically attracted and stuck to my cock. The only way you can get your mouth unstuck is to wait until I cum again in your mouth. This'll happen every time you suck my cock in the future."

Clara's eyes widened as she took in what Brian had to say. She had to stay here? Although she was horny as hell, the smell was not pleasant at all and she was scared of what Brian had in mind. The conflict between her sexual side and her logical, rational side continued, but in this situation, she had **** but to accept the humiliation as her arousal won over. Brian, without warning, **** her head down to the base of his cock, his pubic hair right against her nose, and Brian's cock pulsing for a moment and then shooting something warm and thick down her throat. She began to gag , but Brian held her head and her eyes began to water profusely. Brian and Jenny both laughed at her predicament as she struggled for air.

She tried to remember her character and moaned into Brian's cock.

"What's the matter, Clara? Something stuck in your throat?" said Brian, his smile radiating at her. She looked up at him and acted like she was trying to push him off, but maintained her mouth's suction on his cock. She mumbled and moaned even more, although she wasn't really trying to say anything, and Brian laughed again.

"Alright, let's leave Clara, we wouldn't want to bother Jenny any longer, right?" said Brian, and he turned around and began to walk toward the door. Clara's eyes widened as she realized what Brian had in mind. She did have to remain in character, so she protested as both Brian and Jenny laughed, while she tried desperately to keep up with Brian. She looked up at him again, and as Brian looked down at her, she realized what kind of position this was. A stirring inside her mouth told her she was right- most men were turned on when a woman pleasuring them glanced up at them during the act.

"See ya, Jenny," he said, Clara still trying to keep up and make sure Brian's cock didn't slip from her lips. She did suddenly have an idea, as she remembered Brian's exact words.

Clara struggled a little bit, and then, as they walked down the hallway, while she knew Brian was looking, she suddenly put her hands on Brian's legs and pushed away, as if there was truly a magnetic ****, and Brian's cock finally left her lips for a second.

Brian looked at her for a second, obviously shocked at first, but then grinned even wider as he saw Clara apparently struggling to keep his cock from entering her lips again. "What's wrong, Clara? You love it so much that you can't stop from getting near it, can't you?"

They continued to walk as Brian began to goad her, but Clara didn't open her mouth, continuing her act as well as glaring at Brian, which wasn't too difficult to do. She knew Brian was sadistic, so she wasn't exactly surprised when Brian gently placed his hand on the back of Clara's head. She immediately groaned and made a protesting sound, but still didn't open her lips.

"I could easily push your head down, Clara," said Brian. Clara continued her act and shook her head profusely, but decided that this was about the time that she would be too tired to continue, so she slowly drifted her head back towards Brian's manhood as its tip gently brushed her cheek. She slowly moved her lips to point towards his cock, as if it was unavoidable and she couldn't help it.

"What's the problem Clara? Wanna tell me what's wrong?" said Brian jokingly. Clara glared up at him and opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't expect what came next.

Brian's hand was still on the back of her head, and he suddenly applied a pressure as Clara's lips parted, causing his hard cock to push past into her mouth and slam into the back of her throat. She began to **** and gag, desperately trying to do something about her situation- at that moment, she didn't really care any more, she just wanted to breathe. Another load of thick, heavy liquid poured down her throat. Some of his cum dribbled out of her mouth and dripped onto her bare breasts.

Finally, after an eternity, Brian's hand on her head slackened and Clara gasped for air. Apparently she was supposed to forget all of this. As if, she scoffed internally. But she acted the role out, still aware of the wetness between her thighs as Brian watched her carefully to see if her memory would disappear.

She shook her head, as if shaking out of a daze. "Oh... it's you, Brian... I hope you take good care of me."

Brian's face lit up with an enormous smile. "Of course, I'll take great care of you."

"All I remember is that I had to do the test... is it really necessary to continue without clothes?" said Clara, feeling the cool air on her skin.

"Of course. In fact, the new dress code for you specifically is to be naked at all times unless someone else tells you otherwise. Now, you're not supposed to question me, got it?" said Brian.

"Oh... of course..." said Clara, still very unsure of what she had gotten herself into. But she was so horny, and Brian hadn't decided to fuck her yet.

"Now, we're about the enter the office. Just follow me around and do what you're told. And also, Jenny forgot to mention one thing to you. There's another part to your whole illness- it isn't just an oral sex addiction," said Brian, smirking.

Clara didn't know what to expect, but if it was going to get her off, she might as well play along. "Oh, is that so? What is it?"