Office Relief: Mister Garceu's Cum Dump

"Hey Emily, come spot me for a second?" Those casual words had been enough for Mike Garceu, the Head of Accounting, to have the Office Relief saunter over. The middle-aged man rolled his chair back slightly to make some room as he grinned up at the black-haired beauty that all the men in the office loved, and their wives surely hated if they had an inkling of what she did for the company. Already unfastening his belt, the portly older man fished out a thick veiny uncut cock that was already most of the way to hardness, the older man chuckling ruefully as he showed it off.

Mike felt strongly about team building, and occasionally worked in the office among his employees. He felt that it built solidarity and familiarity if he worked alongside those under his charge. That was what he told everyone, at least, when he decided to sit among them last week. They all likely knew the truth, though. He just wanted to be around Emily - to see how she sluttily flaunts herself in front of everyone and provides sexual relief to anyone that wants to use her. It was time for Mister Garceu to have his turn with the office cumdump.

"Yeah, kind of got sprung watching your ass across the way. Shouldn't take you long to pop me off, yeah?" His eyebrows waggled above his glasses, Mister Garceu quite content to enjoy the perks of the job… Power was a wonderful thing to have.

"Yes, Sir," Emily answered, hurrying over to him. Many eyes wandered to her, watching her tits bounce within her slutty bunny-suit, her ass cheeks wiggle in rhythm with the small white fluffy ball attached to her outfit just above her cheeks. It was Casual Friday, so everyone was wearing whatever they were most comfortable in. Most employees in the office came to work in jeans and a shirt, although some preferred the comfort of their pyjamas. Emily, however, saw Casual Friday as an opportunity to get even more attention than usual.

The bunny suit was black and cupped the bottom half of her breasts, teasingly showing the top half of her soft, pink areola. It was tight around her crotch area, and due to being in almost a constant state of horniness with all the attention and cocks throbbing because of her, her cunt soaked the material in front of it, making the clothing almost see through there. Her black stockings covered the entirety of her legs, and she wore black heels that started just below her knees and added at least two inches of height to her form. Despite the dense blackness of her stockings, there was a subtle hint to the white, smooth skin beneath that made anyone looking thirsty for more.

The man was eyefucking her and had no shame, not that Emily minded of course. She couldn’t resist the urge to grope herself, to bend in ways that protruded her ass up for grabbing. And he rewarded her sluttiness with a slap on her right ass cheek, and a playful ‘honk’ of her little fluffy bunny ball.

“Gonna have to make Casual Fridays a thing from now on if you’re gonna dress like this every week…” He remarked, admiring her appearance, much to Emily’s enjoyment.

She got down on her knees and crawled under the man's desk like a well-trained pet. There was a big smile on her face though, indicating she loved all the attention she got from the men in the office.

It was her job, and she wasted no time in getting started. Her pale, manicured fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and began to lightly stroke him. The smell within the small space got stronger as his arousal grew, and soon after, Mike would feel those soft, plump lips showing their affection along the underside of his shaft.

"Awwh yeah, that's a good girl," he said, radiating paternal approval to the younger woman kneeling down to service him, a hand bearing a band on its ring finger settling on her head to muss her soft black hair as she started to kiss along the underside of his cock to stir it the rest of the way to hardness. Firming up in her grasp, the last remnants of pudge fade away with the thick rigid core swelling from within, filling her grasp as that big married cock swells up over her face, foreskin peeling back to expose its ruddy-hued tip above her brow. "Mmmmnh, can't think straight when it gets like this, but you always take care of it just right. Heh, never more productive than after you've coaxed out a load," his chubby older face grinned down past his belly at her, the smell of musk and cologne mingling together down there, a spicy warm scent of man that fills Emily's nose with every breath she takes right up against his crotch.

"Mmmh, I'm glad I can be useful, Sir," she says, the faint sound of a smile in her voice as she lowers her head a little - just enough so her kisses are placed on his nutsack now. Those plump, red lips leave worshipful marks on the heavy sack, and she partially releases his cock just so it lays across her face. She felt its warmth, his heartbeat through his cock as it slowly stiffened along her nose, the tip resting heavily at the top of her forehead. Her lips parted and her tongue began to roll under the man's balls, tasting the sweat that accumulated on them before they were freed from his pants.

His cologne might mask his smell to a degree, but there's nothing to be done about that taste. The swampy heat of his fat hairy balls drape across Emily's perfectly made-up lips as the office relief pushes herself lower under him to properly give the 'full course'. Not a man in the office could spend time with Emily without her draining his balls, she was a professional after all. But despite that she still showed extra care to some, and Mister Garceu was the beneficiary of that care now. Not a quick suck to milk his nut, but a full on lovey-dovey cockworship session that has the older man sinking like jelly in his chair and letting out jealousy-inducing moans for other colleagues to hear. Doubtless there'd be a lot more calls for Emily's services in Accounts after this, but for now it's all about Mister Garceu, his loose nut sack rolling over her tongue and scraping her lips with bristly pubes.

She is far too into the worship session to care about a pubic hair or two either coming loose or breaking off into her mouth as she seemingly tries to deepthroat the man's balls. Her nose is rubbing against the base of his cock, and Emily refuses to take her eyes off the man. She doesn't see someone that's overweight - middle aged, none of it matters. He has a cock, and he's using her - it makes her feel grateful to have so much positive attention. Not only from him, but all the men in the office.

Her gratitude towards him didn’t come from the fact that the head of Accounting himself was using her, but merely the fact he was even using her at all. Did she feel special for getting the boss’ attention? Sure. But the cum-craving slut felt special any time a man looked at her.

After what feels like minutes more of nutsucking, Emily lets the man's balls droop from her mouth. She coughs a little bit - was there a pubic hair caught in her throat? Oh well, she'd just have to wash it down by swallowing his cum. With that goal in mind, Mike would feel those saliva-soaked lips wrap around the head of his cock shortly thereafter, and she got to work immediately. Her tongue rolled back and forth around the head, probing the meaty crown, and the thick, leathery foreskin helmeted over the beef.

By the end of her ball-worship session Garceu is breathing heavily, sweaty enough for his shirt to be see-through in places where it sticks around his fat belly and under his armpits, and he's grinning down at Emily with a smile he never shows his wife. "Yeah, that's the stuff Emily, you're an angel," he says appreciatively as she finally works her way up to his tip, her beauty hardly undermined in his view by smeared lipstick and stray pubes caught on it. His broad bell-end makes for quite a mouthful, but she's more than up to the task as she envelops it and sets to taking care of him. The musky taste of his balls thoroughly imprinted on her palate, but she's rewarded with a fresh taste too, salty and slick pre-cum oozing out in response to her rolling tongue's actions, Mister Garceu clearly well primed at the pump by all the work she's done under his desk.

"Ungh..." a deep bassy groan sounds and his chair creaks from him re-adjusting his weight above her, grinding his frenulum against her tongue and rubbing the tip of his cock against the roof of her mouth. "Yeah, got it all wet and slippery now. Love how you suck cock Emily," he praises earnestly the skills that earned her this beloved role in the office.

While Emily was the talk of the office on most days, she could never take the place of his own personal cum dump. Garceu almost felt like he was disrespecting the cocksucker by thinking of Hannah. Although he had to pay the woman a substantial salary for her loyalty, Hannah would do anything for him. The slut was probably sitting under his desk in his personal office right now, and thinking about her made him throb even harder in Emily’s mouth.

In this day and age, most women would hate to be in Emily's position. It was all about equality and respect. Emily didn't care much for stuff like that, though. Every time she looked up at the man to see the pleasure on his face, that alone was enough of a reward for her to love what she was doing. His cock was throbbing in her mouth and he was praising her efforts, not only verbally, but with copious amounts of prenut that she graciously swallows. She feels the pubic hair in her throat run down her oesophagus with the salty fluid and is grateful for that somewhat irritating sensation to be gone.

She shows that gratitude, too. Her head moves deeper into the man's crotch, her mouth filling with that cock. Her lips part to accommodate the girth, and within a few seconds, the head of his meat is lightly jabbing at the entrance of her throat. To replace one irritating feeling with another - but she was happy to have her uvula flex against his crown. Spittle trickles from the corners of her mouth as she feels him twitching, his crown peaking into the cavern of her gullet.

Whatever other women might say, Emily's in her proper place and both she and Mister Garceu know it as she selflessly pleasures the fat leading accountant. Some younger men in the office had tried for more, asking her out on dates, but older men like Mike? They knew what she was for, they understood why she rebuffed those invitations even as she cheerfully sucked dick under desks or got railed in supply closets. They always gave her nice presents on her birthday and at Christmas, spoiling her in their own way, but they understood that she was better used as a convenient dick-rag rather than a target for romantically-inclined young men.

"Ungh, yeah, deep now, that's it Emily, that's it... you're the best, I love how you suck dick," he praises her again, his wife never does this kind of thing for him, that meaty cock jabbing against her throat, curving partially downwards as he violates her airway.

Having his own personal use cumdump, and a convenient one under his desk now - it’s not like he was cheating on his wife. If the hag at home didn’t perform appropriately to his expectations and needs, that was her fault, wasn’t it? He had to satisfy his needs if she couldn’t.

He's already peaking, face flushed and panting above her, she's soon rewarded with a slimy burst of jism erupting against the back of her throat, backwashing into her mouth so she can taste Mike's bitter and musky seed as his hips buck up towards her face and his hand curls on the back of her head. "Yeah...! Take it Emily! Suck it all down you little whore!" The invective slips out in his unguarded moment of bliss, yet even if he calls her that he's smiling widely, a satiated and blissed out look on his face that makes clear how valued she is for her contribution. “Show me, gargle it,” he grins, allowing himself to calm down a little. He had spoken so warmly to her up until his orgasm.

There are tears streaming down her cheeks from the brief gagging. She didn't swallow his cum, however, and when she was sure his orgasm had finished, she slowly withdrew away from his crotch. She looked up at him, tilting her head back to open her mouth wide. Sperm filled her mouth to the brim, and occasionally her tongue peaked through the off-white pool of jizz like a shark fin.

She was breathing lightly through her nose, a hint of a smile forming that only her slightly squinted eyes gave away.

"Gggggllrrgghk..." She gargled lightly, making small bubbles appear in the thick swamp of ball cream. "Gggglrgggll ggglglglglrrggggl," the gargling got louder. Those bubbles increased in number and began to pop. When some of the man's cum spilled down her chin, Emily controlled herself, but kept gargling. She'd let the momentum of the liquid calm down a little before she started gargling again, repeating the process several times.

She could feel his cum sticking to the roof of her mouth, on her teeth. It stuck to the bottom of her tongue and swished around her cheeks. She rolled her tongue back and forth while partially opening and closing her mouth, as if chewing on his sperm. Lewd ‘Ssshhrrrgp, sssuuurrfsssshp,’ noises filled the small space under the desk. The flavour of the old man’s sperm dominated her taste buds, and Emily was sure she would be able to taste remnants of his cum for days afterwards. Well, actually, since she sucked at least a dozen cocks a day, cum was pretty much the only thing on her tastebuds anyway.

Every cycle of jizz gargling resulted in the man's sperm becoming diluted with saliva, and it gradually lost its thickness. Soon, there was nothing the office relief slut could do to prevent the man's watered-down sperm from overflowing. It ran down her cheeks, trickled down her chin and created a slippery slime streak into her tits. And she kept gargling anyway, as if to show her gratitude for being used the way she was meant to be. No romance. Just a cum dump.

She kept going. She gargled until her throat began to ache a little, and even then, she didn’t want to stop. She loved how Mister Garceu’s attention was locked onto her, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off what she was doing. It made her feel amazing. Special. Her tongue sloshed through the now thinned-out jizz and she mixed the concoction of cum and spittle around. She lost track of how much time had gone by, but Garceu must have been watching her do this for at least five minutes.

Finally, she started swallowing Mike's sperm. Her gulps were audible, and while his cum had lost some of its salty, bitter flavour, it was still strong enough to make her shiver as the liquid ran down her throat.

"Unnnffffh, fffuuuck. Thank you so much for letting me be your cum dump," she said gratefully, panting.

Satisfied, Mike flashes the woman another grin - warmth and appreciation in his expression. At least, as much as he could muster for an office cum dump. “You’re welcome, Emily,” he says, his eyes glancing around the office. “Go on, you’ve got other cocks eager to cum in that hungry mouth of yours.”

She does as ordered and when out from under Mister Garceu’s desk, scans the room. She immediately finds several hands raised and listens as at least six different voices call her name. Her chest swells with pride and ego.

Mister Garceu gave her ass one more spank before focusing on his work again. And Emily smiled as she saw the men all lecherously staring at her body - the bunny-suit barely hiding the curvaceous shape of her ass, or the busty tits almost spilling from the corset top.

“I fucking love my job. ♥”

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