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Donnie's Domain
Part 2
Getting ready for work the next morning takes longer than usual. I keep trying to think of what I should say, or if I should say anything at all. Either way, I can't let my arousal get the best of me. Professionalism must be maintained.
Luckily, Donnie greets me as if nothing is different between us. He doesn't mention it and I'm determined not to either. The normalcy of the first two days back to work leaves me fully relaxed. All the worry of being trapped or exposed is gone and I can focus on day-to-day life again.
Shortly after lunch on Thursday, I accidentally knock over a pitcher of lemonade, getting him completely soaked.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I blurt out as I rush to clean up the mess.
"It's okay," he says with a sigh, clearly not thrilled to be cold, wet and sticky. "Accidents happen."
"Well, let's get you cleaned up. I'll take care of this after I get you in the shower."
I take him to the bathroom, get him stripped and in the bath chair, and get the water ready. I return to the kitchen to get things clean, upset over my clumsiness. At least Donnie didn't seem angry.
Finished in the kitchen, I return to the bathroom. Donnie's still washing himself and I notice the mess his wet clothes are leaving on the floor. I pick them up and place them in the sink, intent on soaking them later before depositing them in the laundry. I am on my knees cleaning the wet spot on the floor when Donnie turns off the water and asks for a towel. I hand him one without looking up while finishing the task at hand. He rotates the chair of the tub and lowers his legs. He puts his large, strong hand on my shoulder and I look up only to come face-to-face with his massive erection.
"I think I'm gonna need your help again," he says. I try to stand, but he holds me down easily with one hand while he aims his dick directly at my mouth with the other. I open my mouth to protest, but he seizes the opportunity and pulls me forward, impaling me on his scepter in one smooth motion.
"Watch the teeth," he chides softly and I immediately comply to protect my precious cargo. "Much better," he moans in appreciation, moving his hand to the back of my head to control the action.
My whole world starts to revolve around the solid, spongy flesh rutting back and forth across my tongue. I know I should be fighting back, but I don't think I could break his grip if I tried. Not only is he much stronger than I am, I don't seem to have the will to pull away. I've always known that I have a submissive nature, but I never realized I was such a pushover. While Donnie casually fucks my face, my arousal keeps growing. I start moaning and rubbing the outsides of his powerful thighs.
"You like that, huh," he chuckles. "I thought you would." Donnie soon puts both hands behind my head and starts pushing in earnest. I gag a couple times and we make no progress, but Donnie isn't about to give up so easily.
"Come on, Mark. I know you have it in you. Just relax," he says, grinding his cock at the entrance to my throat. After a couple minutes of trying, he finally breaks through. I gag and sputter into Donnie's pubes as he holds my head in place, forcing my throat to get accustomed to the hefty intruder.
"Oh, yeah. That's incredible," he groans. "I'm not gonna last much longer," he says and starts thrusting his hips, never removing his cock from my esophagus. Without even touching myself, I begin having my own orgasm, panting awkwardly around his lunging member.
"Oh, God. Here it comes," he cries and hugs my head tightly to his body. His cock pulses and jumps as he delivers shot after shot of his manly essence directly down my throat. One final pulse and Donnie lets go of my head letting me fall backward onto the bathroom floor gasping for air.
"You wanna grab some clothes for me before you go," he asks, breaking me out of my stupor. "Scott should be here any minute."
Oh, God! I had forgotten that Donnie has physical therapy today. How long have I been kneeling there letting Donnie have his way with me? How long do I have before Scott gets here? I don't really have time to sit here and ponder this. I force myself to get off the bathroom floor and get Donnie's clothes. As we're getting him dressed, there is a knock at the door.
"Go ahead and let him in," Donnie says. "I can handle the rest from here. See ya tomorrow."
"Yeah. See ya tomorrow," I echo hollowly. I turn to leave the bathroom still not thinking straight. I get halfway down the hall when I remember I didn't clean myself up. I try smoothing down my hair with my hands and holding my stuff in front of me to hide my arousal from Scott. I open the door, stepping aside to let him in. Without making eye contact, I blurt out a goodbye and make my way past him and out of the house.
All I can think on the way home is, "What the hell is going on with me? Donnie is my client, and I should not be letting myself get into these situations. I need to put an immediate stop to this."
Of course, the whole time I'm thinking all this, my mind keeps taking me back to what just happened. I still feel Donnie's strong hands gripping my head, his pubes smashing into my nose, his cock pulsing in my throat. I still taste and smell his freshly washed flesh and I can't steal my mind away from mental images of his powerful member. The sensations plague me the rest of the night. Even as I lay down to sleep, I have no idea how to remove myself from this predicament.
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