Devyn changed her commute to work entirely. Ever since that dreadful day, she drove directly to work, instead of taking the train. She tried to forget that morning, but any time she drove by the station she started to gag a little as her mind inevitably recalled the sensation of cum pouring down her throat.
Thankfully, the office she worked at was a safe place. The manger, Brad, didn’t tolerate any use of women’s mouths in the workplace. He saw it as wholly unprofessional and a travesty that it was legal in the first place. Any man caught doing it would be immediately fired, and any business partners would lose their contracts. He made it clear that women were to be respected, especially his secretary, Devyn, who represented the face of the company to new business partners.
Then, one day, this big, older man came to the office: a potential new contract for Brad. His lips smiled so sweetly at Devyn as she called for Brad to come greet him, but something in his eyes… worried her, somehow. She tried to push it to the back of her mind, but even after the man was welcomed into Brad’s office, the worry lingered.
After an hour or so, the two men emerged from the room. Brad leaned over and whispered into Devyn’s ear, “can you follow us into the meeting room?” Devyn didn’t say anything, but nodded after a second before getting up. It was a strange request, sure, but certainly wasn’t going… that direction.
Brad closed the door behind Devyn as the man sat down at the otherwise empty, long meeting table. He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wide and making himself comfortable, in stark contrast to Brad, who was as stiff as a board.
“Erm… Ms. Stark…”
“Devyn, Brad,” she said, pointedly. They hadn’t been on a last name basis for years, at this point.
“Devyn. Mr. Richardson here is a… well, a new customer here soon enough, once we sign the contract. We discussed things in my office and he said he… took a liking to you on the way in. And he’d like to… if it’s not too much…”
Devyn glared at Brad for a few seconds. “If it’s not too much…?”
Brad’s eyes nervously darted between Devyn and the table. “He wants to have you.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “To have me. Him. And me. Here. That’s what you’re saying?” Brad simply nodded back. Devyn took a step back and looked Brad up and down, visibly outraged.
“I thought this was a safe place…”
“I know.”
“… where women didn’t have to worry about that…”
“I know.”
“So what is it, then? Am I not protected? My mouth is just something to sell to the highest bidder? Is that it?”
Silence took over the room, as Devyn shot daggers at Brad and Brad observed the patterns in the carpet. Finally, Devyn started to move towards the door. “I’m out of here. I quit.”
“He’s going to have you,” Brad spat out, still looking at the floor. “I arranged for it to be in here, but he doesn’t mind doing it out there, if you walk out.” After another few moments, he finally looked Devyn in the eyes, “you can turn your letter of resignation in to my office afterwards. I understand.”
“You understand. Oh, great.” Devyn stared angrily at him, then turned towards the man. “Alright, well let’s get this over with,” she huffed, before stomping towards the man and falling to her knees in front of him. “I’ll be in my office,” Brad closed the door on his way out.
Devyn glared up at the man as he unzipped his slacks, then undid the buttons and finally pulled out a long, wrinkly cock. Stiff, she opened her mouth, as he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and lightly pulled her in, wrapping her mouth around his cock. The smile on his face only disappeared once that look of overwhelming pleasure took its place.
A keen eye from outside the meeting room could peer through the gaps in the blinds in the windows and see very little struggle as the man used his fingers to gently and rhythmically press her head forward. Devyn kept her hands on the floor beside her knees, and her elbows locked. Very little sound was made. The man barely felt erect in her mouth, and his cock bent every time the tip pushed into her throat.
After what felt like hours, the man pulled Devyn off of his cock. “I don’t suppose there’s a trash can in this room, is there?” he said, looking around. Still visibly irritated, Devyn just responded, “just… finish in my mouth. It’s fine.”
A few minutes later, without really any warning, the man did just that. He didn’t do what the man on the train did. He didn’t speed up, grunt, moan, jerk himself off. He just came all of a sudden in the middle of that slow, gentle movement. Devyn coughed as some almost shot right into her throat, but managed to keep her composure. Once he finished, she leaned back and wiped the spit from her lips.
Without saying a word, she then got up and stormed out of the room. Stomping down the hall, then around the corner, with her lips pressed shut, she slammed open the door to Brad’s office. She stepped right up to his desk, with him sitting there, and spat the man’s cum all over it.
“Take that as my letter of resignation, you son of a bitch!”
She then turned around, and walked out to her car and went home.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v5gojq/a_new_law_on_facefucking_pt_2_mf_nc_freeuse
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