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After sucking my member for a few seconds while looking deep into my eyes, she took her hand off my cock and scooted backwards a little. Without taking the tip out of her mouth, she leaned her torso down but tilted her head back, so my dick would point straight at her throat, and then she shocked me. She shoved her face forward in one determined movement, taking my dick as deep into her throat as possible. Her face went all the way to the base of my cock until her nose was nuzzled into my pubic hair and her forehead was squeezed into my lower stomach. Within a single second, I felt my dick move past her uvula, until just the tip of it was caught snugly in her esophagus sphincter. She held it for a few seconds without coughing or gagging, but as soon as my long, loud and surprised moan had stopped, she started swallowing over and over again.

It was an unbelievable feeling, like being jerked off by an extra pair of hands inside her throat. I was sure, if we would have had spectators, they could have seen her neck bulging out. I moaned even louder now, straightened my back, and I involuntarily used the grip I had on her head to try and pull her even further into my groin.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved what she did to me, and she will always hold a special place in my heart. So please, keep that in mind when I tell you: The woman was a fucking slut! She was like a porn actress giving the performance of her lifetime. I could barely contain myself, but I didn’t want it to be over. Luckily, she had to come up for air again at that moment and moved her head back up until my dick was completely removed from her mouth. As she did that, she immediately grabbed my cock again and started jerking me with a vengeance, using the lubrication left from her throat. After she took a few gasping breaths, she let out a throaty laugh.

“Admit it already!” she said in a breathless voice “The thought that I’m your little office slut and willingly serve this fine young cock whenever and however you want, turns you on just as much as it does me! Though, we’ll have to do something about the hair. You’ll have to shave.”

“Why?” I asked, not understanding what she was talking about.

“The hair is tickling my nose, Baby. Makes it harder to do this!” she explained, and went back down, taking my cock deep into her throat once again.

This time she didn’t swallow to massage my tip, instead she relaxed completely and just rolled her face from side to side, causing my shaft to grind around the walls of her throat. I could only groan, my hips unconsciously pushing up into her face, trying to get even more of my dick into her, even though her face was already nested in my groin and I had nothing more to give her.

Yeah, if shaving would entice her to give me that kind of pleasure more often, I would do it as soon as I arrived home! It was so unbelievably hot, I felt my balls tighten within seconds of her second dive down. It happened so fast, I couldn’t even warn her before my first shot went right down her esophagus into her stomach. But after the first shot, she pulled her head back until little more than the tip remained in her mouth. She never stopped sucking while I was coming rope after rope into her waiting mouth. Through gritted teeth I managed to speak.

“Fine! You want to be my slut, don’t swallow yet! Keep it in your mouth and get real familiar with the taste.”

Throughout my entire orgasm, she kept massaging the base of my cock and sucking the first two inches of my shaft. Though, after hearing my words and releasing an approving groan, she started to also strongly massage my tip with her tongue, like she wanted to mix my cum with her saliva while it was still shooting into her mouth. Then she sucked her way up over the tip, until I heard a smacking pop. She looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing me the massive load she was savoring in there, and started shifting it around with her tongue. She closed her mouth, swallowed three times, and showed me that it was all gone. It was like she wanted to showcase her depravity to test my boundaries, and I was enamored. I had never witnessed something like this before, and couldn’t pull my eyes off her.

I pushed my chair back, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. Then I pushed her backwards so she would sit on my desk, and pushed her shoulders down so she would lie on her back.

“Open your blouse.” I said, as I pushed her skirt up to her waist, grabbed her panties by the sides and pulled them down.

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