She tries to satisfy me another way

“Wait, Sir!” She gasps as I pull away, “You know that I'm saving myself for marriage, but maybe I could please you in another way?” There is no way I'm going to be satisfied with anything less than feeling her tight young pussy pulsing around my hard cock, but with the aide of my new pills I decide I could let her try it her way and then still fuck her the way I wanted.

“You surprise me, Miss Miller.” I do my best to play the role of the billionaire playboy, “I have some very demanding tastes, do you think someone with your obvious lack of experience can satisfy me?” With a shy smile she leads me out of the bedroom and pushes me into the chair besides the desk. I wait with a fair amount of anticipation as she nervously unbuttons her blouse.

“You made me do such awful things downstairs in the restaurant.” I grin as I remembered how I made her bend to my will, and the grin grows even broader as her blouse opens fully revealing her modest bra-covered breasts. Alison must see the appreciative look because she takes off her glasses and poses for me sweetly. “Do I really have to do this Mr. Patterson?”

“Of course you don't Miss Miller.” I grunt coarsely, “I could throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to the bedroom right now.” The threat is enough to make her sink to her knees and tentatively reach out to touch the bulge in my pants. “Take it out, Miss Miller, and get to work.” Her gulp could be a fine job acting or perhaps an indication that my young tenant has little more experience pleasing a man with her mouth than the innocent Harlequin heroine.

The sight of my secretary taking me in her mouth makes my cock throb and for a second I think that Alison might lose her nerve when she feels the movement within her mouth, but she continues sucking on the head after only the briefest of pauses.

“You're going to have to do much better than that, Miss Miller.” I tell her placing my hand on the back of her head and pushing deeper into her. “Take as much as you can and I'd better not feel any fucking teeth.” She may or may not have tried to respond, but with half my meat down her throat, anything she may have wanted to say was completely muffled. This time when she pulled away I let her and she looked up at me through her glasses.

“Maybe I could finish you with my hands ... ” she reaches for me with her hands but I slap them away impatiently.

“Oh no, Miss Miller!” My hands return to her head and this time my fingers entwine firmly into her hair. “I warned you that I had demanding tastes.”

“Yes, Sir, I'm sorry Sir.” I let Alison do her best for the next few minutes and she did try. Again and again she tried to swallow more of my shaft, but each time she had to pull back gagging. In truth her **** attempts to satisfy me with a blow job was sexy as hell, perhaps even more stimulating than having her deep throat me like a pro. I consider forcing the last three inches of my pulsing shaft all the way down her throat, but it turns out to be a mute point because just at that moment the careful control I had been maintaining slips and I sudden spurt of cum erupts into her mouth. Alison is even more surprised than I, and she pulls away coughing up strings of white onto my balls. I don't care at all and the next two pulses cover her glasses with thick globs. The last bit of ejaculate I have to squeeze out with my fist and I use it to paint her face with even more cum.

“Was that good enough, Sir?” She asks softly, “Will you let me go home now?”