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No.21293
I am your desk slave. I stay under your desk until you are ready to use my throat to forget about your work.
I am on my knees, stowed away and salivating, waiting to accept my order. My greatest joy, I finally feel it. Your hand slips around my throat and pulls me closer towards your lap. This is my favorite moment. I feel fulfilled to serve my purpose in your life. I am wanted, never needed. You pull me halfway to your lap and I come towards you completely. I do as you wish silently, never needing more direction. I feel a bulge through your slacks and I try carefully to keep my hands from trembling as I undo your leather belt. I slip the button out of the loop as your cock throbs and attempts to escape from your slacks. I draw the zipper down slowly, wanting to bathe in the anticipation. Your boxers are so soft, Sir. If only you never had to work again and I could lay my head in your lap forever.
Your cock springs forth and I am so grateful. I hold it against my cheek for a moment wishing to feel close to you before servicing you. I am hungry for you. I stop swallowing and allow the saliva to pool in my mouth. I part my lips, the lips you tell me are so soft, your lips. I close my eyes and move forward, taking you into my mouth slowly, covering your cock in my spit, so it can go down smoothly. I let you hit the back of my throat. I pull my head back folding my flat tongue to give you just a little bit of suction. A little bit of anything I can do to take your mind off your paperwork.
No.21294
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I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, enjoying the feeling of fullness that you give my mouth so graciously. I open my eyes to look up at you. Master, I love to look up at you. I look up to you always. Is there any better place to be than at your feet? You look down to me and I feel an immense sense of pride. I can see on your face that you have left your office, not even in the back of your mind, but a place far away. There is only us, at your desk now.
My thighs feel wet. I love to serve you. My cunt is throbbing and so ready for you. But that is not my purpose. I am to be used for your pleasure alone. But ah, this is my pleasure, Sir. I live only to please you and I am grateful that you entrust me to carry out that task. My head bobs up and down. I enjoy the feeling you give my throat. A fullness I cannot compare. I recall when you first collared me, how I used to gag. Master, be proud of me, for you have trained me so well I gag no more. I feel you throb and you need not say anything, I know to go faster. You spread your legs a bit more, your head leans back, your breathing quickens. The other men in slacks would never guess. They would never guess the bond between you and your little desk slave. I am honored to know you the way that the other men in slacks will never know you.
No.21295
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You begin to shudder and I see beads of sweat dripping down your neck. I am so excited now. I go faster and faster. My mind is nowhere but here, with you, servicing you. I am your pleasure. Finally, that beautiful moment. I feel hot cum spurting down my throat. Every twitch, every throb, I feel it down my throat, down to my inner being. I suck out every last drop of you. I want to take you in me. This is my favorite way to see you, Master. I love when you let go.
But alas, my task has the saddest ending, for my duties are solely temporary. I pull up your stiff slacks. I put the zipper where I found it. I thread the button through the hole. Your paperwork calls back to you. This makes me so sad. If only I could service you all day. But then I hear you speak out those two words:
"Good girl."
And everything is right in the world again.
No.21319
>>21316Yes.
Haha I clicked on your picture it was graphics cade. :p