Chapter 6 - Lunch at the office
I arrived at home after my breeding session and took a long hot bath with epson salts and saw a combination of blood and cum drain out of my bruised ass. I had the burner phone in my hand and stared at it wondering how soon it would buzz and I would have to serve Him again and what would I do if I had a work or family function that interfered with His demands. My mind raced at what more He has planned for me in the coming months. He was an impressive speciman - strong, handsome, fit, domineering and a huge cock to boot. As I thought about Him my cock betrayed me and grew hard. I thought - fuck it - and I masturbated to a huge cum explosion in the bath.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday passed and I did not receive a call or text and I settled into my normal work and life routine again. On Wednesday morning the phone, which I kept in my suit jacket pocket, buzzed with a text that said "you will be eating lunch at my office today, 10 South Michigan, be there at 12. Go to suite 1100 and ask for Mr. Davis." Wow - he was a downtown professional located less than a quarter a mile from my offices.
I left my office and arrived at the front desk of His suite at 11:59 A.M, just in time. An attractive, early 20s light black woman was at the front desk and I said "hi, I am here to see Mr. Davis." She smiled at me like She had heard an amusing joke and said "follow me" and escorted me to His corner office. He was sitting behind His desk on the phone and waved me in. I entered slowly and she shut the door and left.
He hung up His call a minute later and I just stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. He said "cumslut, get on your knees and crawl over to me." I did as He commanded and He had me come over to His lap. He unzipped His pants and His 7 inches of limp dick spilled out. He said "lunch is served bitch, get to it and you better do a better fucking job than last time."
I was shocked He would want to someone to do that in His office in case someone came in. But I guess since I had kind of crawled underneath His desk they may not be able to see me. I wrapped my hands and lips around His magnificent tool and slobbered all over it like the slut He wanted me to be. I did my best to take it all down but I could only get about 6 inches of the 9 and then I would gag. He said "you need to learn to relax and open up Your throat so Me and My friends will be able to use you slave. Your job is to sexually gratify us and so we will practice at least 2 times a week in my office."
I tried to do what He said and He grabbed my head and buried His cock in my throat. After a few times I was able to open my throat and keep it in - I was deep throating it and He groaned. It made me proud I was able to do it - what was coming over me that I was getting satisfaction from this act. He said "fondle my balls too bitch" and for the next few minutes I fondled and deep throated Him. I felt His rhythm pick up and His balls got hard and I knew He was close to cumming. He said quietly "that's it slave now swallow your Master's seed," and He erupted in my mouth. I swallowed it as ordered but it was so much that some spilled out the side of my mouth. I took my fingers and shoved it in my mouth. He said "good boi you really are earning your name cumslut. Now get your cocksucking ass out of here.".
I stood up and left but felt there was still cum on my lips. As I left the office the receptionist stopped me and said wirh wry smile. "I think you have something on your mouth" and handed me a Kleenex. I turned red with shame as I knew She somehow knew why I was there. She said "have a good day, cumslut," as I left the office.