Club Desire(6)By: Amy Brent
“Did this man say anything about what went on at Club D?”
She blinked at my cock. “Um… no…”
I reached down and put a finger under her chin to lift her eyes to mine. “My eyes are up here,” I said playfully. Her cheeks flushed and she covered her smile with her fingertips. “So, let me see if I can connect the dots. Someone you work with gave you that card. You’ve heard the rumors that I was somehow involved with this mysterious Club D, so you thought you’d take advantage of this interview to confront me with the card to see if I would crack.”
Now she was the one having a hard time concentrating. She kept glancing at my cock, then up into my eyes. She said, “Something like that.”
“What else have you heard about me, Stacey?” I asked, letting my fingers linger on her cheek.
“That you have a…” her eyes were on my cock. “Well… you know.”
I smiled. This could very well turn out to be the best interview of my life. I lifted her hand from her lap and placed it on my cock. I heard the breath catch in her throat. I cupped her chin and forced her to look up into my eyes. My cock hardened beneath her hand. Her fingernails scratched the shaft.
I said, “You get one more question, Stacey. Make it a good one.”
She glanced toward the door as she started rubbing my cock with the butt of her hand.
She asked, “Does that door lock?”
* * *
My calculations regarding how quickly I could get Stacey naked and bent over the desk were a bit off, mainly because Stacey had ideas of her own.
After I locked the door and returned to lean against the desk in front of her, it took her roughly ten seconds to have my cock free of my pants and into her mouth. It popped out of my jeans like a tensioned spring and bounced in her hand. She didn’t blink when she saw the size of it, though she did give it a little hum of approval.
Without another word, she wrapped the long fingers of her right hand around the veiny shaft, cupped my balls in her left hand, and swirled her tongue around the head until it was nice and slick, then started bobbing her head back and forth over the shaft, slowly, taking it in until the tip reached the back of her throat and out again. She didn’t gag. She didn’t miss a beat. Obviously, Stacey had talents that were much better honed than her interviewing skills.
“Holy… shit…” I said, the words gusting from my lips. Stacey smiled up at me with my cock in her mouth. Wow. This girl was good, on par with the best cocksuckers we had working at Club D even. I hung on to the edge of the desk with my jeans around my knees and let her go to town.
My cock was long enough that she could take half of it all the way into her mouth while milking the rest with her hand. Her fingers tweaked my ball sack and pressed against my taint.
I could feel the blood rushing toward my crotch, leaving my brain and other vital organs to fend for themselves. I knew it wasn’t going to take long for this load to blow.
“Fuuuck…” I moaned out the word as she held my cock toward the ceiling and started licking all along the bottom, from my balls to the slit, which was dripping precum like a leaky faucet. She looked up at me and smiled with my cock to her lips.
“You ready to pop, baby?” she asked coyly, her hand sliding up and down the wet shaft, her thumb rubbing into the spot where the shaft met the head, driving me over the fucking moon.
“Yes…” I said. “Take it… take it all…”
She licked her lips and smiled. “Yes, sir, Mr. Hanson. With pleasure.”
She slid her lips over the head and started pumping the shaft faster and faster, squeezing hard, milking me like a woman possessed. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. They got tight in her hand.
I was sweating now.
I could feel the sweat running down my neck as I got ready to blow.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
When I exploded into her mouth it was as if every fiber of my being was shooting out the head of my cock and down her luscious throat.
Stacey cooed like a dove as she milked me dry, swallowing every last drop. Afterward, she cleaned me off with her tongue, then gave me a satisfied smile and asked if she could use the restroom.
I fell back against the desk and tried to catch my breath as I watched her sashay across the office and into my private bathroom. I cleaned off my cock with some tissue and stuffed the happy monster back into my jeans.
As I started back around the desk, I noticed Stacey’s computer bag on the floor. I leaned down and plucked out the black card and slipped it into my back pocket, then sat down behind the desk and let go a long sigh.