How long has it been since you spent your lunch hour on your knees, gobbling big fat cocks, instead of greasy burgers? Too long for a hungry cum sucker, like you. I know it has been weeks since you took me with you to the Glory Hole, so your Mistress and Pimptress could judge your cocksucking skills.
Wasn’t that so humiliating when I commanded you to offer the suckee the phone? I bet you wonder what I said to him, which caused him to pull his wide 8 inches out of your whore mouth, and shoot his thick load all over your face.
Is that why you are so antsy?
Staring at the clock and absently jingling the change in your pocket with one hand, and rattling your car keys with the other, can only mean you’ve got someplace you’d really rather be. Look around – everyone else has been slipping out early for lunch, no reason for you not to slip out the back. Except for the ever present and all seeing, Marsha.
Rumor has it, she gives one hell of a dressing down, for slacking or safely infractions, and she’s one bitch on wheels. Not quiet sure why thinking of being called into her corner office makes your cock twitch, but you made it to the parking lot, without detection.
Hands shaking a little, you unlock your sedan and crank it up quick – and maybe you’ll miss the lunchtime traffic jams and make it in time to the bookstore, to suck off a cock or two. Waiting for the AC to power up and flipping through the latest gay free news rag, you don’t notice a shadow fall across your side window.
A sharp tap on the glass brings you back to reality with a jolt.
Busted!
Rolling down the window you reach for the newspaper to cover your bulging basket, smile and raise your hands up, as if cuffed and laugh nervously. Leaning into the car and giving you a great view of full tits, she snatches away the paper, and begins to laugh.
Busted again!
After what must have been only a few minutes, but felt like years, she pops her head into the car again, and places the paper back on your lap. Looking down you can see she has circled one of the adult bookstores in red, and all you can do is stare as your cock betrays you.
Laughing, she drops a silver tube of lipstick in your pocket and whispers – you’ll be taking a long lunch today. Report to my office, when you return.
Hardly breathing, you watch as she walks away. Bending over to pick a marigold, she gives him last look at her long legs and a peek at the tops of her stockings, before swiping her ID and disappearing into the building.
Fingering the silver tube you shrug and pull down the visor. Looking around the near empty lot, you glide a wide swath of deep red lipstick on, before bucking up and hitting the highway. You know you’ll have to pull over and call your Mistress and Pimptress Vivian, and beg to jerk-off before, you mess in your boxers.
My number best be on your speed dial.
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