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He’s at his computer. I’m desultorily tapping away at mine. He must have sensed I was bored.

Crawl over here. Wait, clothing off. Fast. Get here.

I get to his side, look up at him expectantly.

Under the desk. My cock, your mouth. Go, go, go.

Slaps me on my face, drags me under there by my hair.

So I take his cock out of his pants. Slide my lips around it. Wrap my tongue around it. Take it deep into my throat. Bury my face in him. Rhythmically I move up and down, taking as much as I can. I do this for a few minutes, I pause, because I wonder – where is this going?

One hand comes under the desk, grabs my hair, forces me to go down hard on him, til I am choking ever so slightly. I get the picture, keep on going, keep on sucking, licking, swallowing his pre-cum, going for it, eager to prove at this point I’m not a fool, I understand, I’m out of sight, he may be watching porn, it doesn’t matter, I’m here to have his cock in my mouth, down my throat. That’s my role.

He was pretty pleased though. Dragged me out, stroked me, fondled my nipples until I was squealing slightly.

Good girl. Good slut. Very obedient, aren’t you? Present.

By the side of his chair, cunt lips spread, my wetness increasingly evident. Waiting.

Crawl to bed. Wait for me there.

In what position, Master?

Present, whore. Present that cunt to me. I’ll fuck it when I get there.

Needless to say, he did, and when he pulled out, he sprayed his cum on my face, and when I washed it off in the shower, he had me do it on all fours, while he fucked my ass with many fingers.