Testing the Submissive(37)

I could feel him getting ready to cum again. His cock increased in size ever so slightly, and somehow, hardened further with that familiar pre-cum coating the back of my throat. He let go of my head and caressed the side of my face with the back of his fingers. I concluded the deep-throating was over. My mouth went to work, as it had done earlier. I sucked on his cock like a pro, just like he taught me. He especially enjoyed how I varied my cock-sucking style, moment by moment. At times, soft and slow. Then I’d bop again, concentrating on the head. Next I’d shift my angle, or use my tongue a certain way. I closed my eyes and worshipped his cock. Meanwhile, his foot began to nudge its way between my spread legs. His leather shoe found my pussy, and he started the movement of tapping his foot, knowing the tip of the shoe would be rubbing against my slit. I squirmed when he tilted his foot slightly sideways so the front edge of the shoe found its way in between the folds of my pussy. I blushed deeply when we both heard the squelching sound of my wet cunt. He rubbed me, finding my clit no less. However, I dared not cum. Today was about showing him how much I worship his cock. Nothing else. My only pleasure would come from knowing I satisfied him. As if he could read my mind, I felt Lewis pull back his foot and playfully kick at my open cunt.

He spoke aloud: “I want you to understand something: there will be no orgasms for you today, slut. Keep sucking. That’s it. Good girl. Remember, my dick is your idol today. You should feel honored that I picked you to suck my cock. Worship it, worship my stiff cock, whore. This is your destiny, to suck cock.”

His impending orgasm was now past the point of no return. He was on the verge of cumming for the second time. Knowing this, I sucked with added enthusiasm. He came into my mouth again and again, and I swallowed every single drop. I knew he was content. I felt pleased that I made him feel that way. But the afternoon was far from over, and I wondered what else was in store.

“Keep your mouth in place; don’t you dare remove it.”

Lewis leaned back in the chair. It took some time, but his cock fully softened. However, my mouth never let go. My lips stayed wrapped around him. It was now midway through the afternoon, and we had been in his office for well over an hour. But there was still plenty of time.

For the next hour or so, my patience and endurance were further tested. I realized I hadn’t eaten anything, and strangely – my only nourishment was Lewis’ cum. He made phone calls. He worked on his proposal. All the while, my lips stayed fastened on him. When he was in the mood, he teased me with his foot, chafing his shoe against my needy pussy.

While a bit risky, he called one of his assistants into his office at one point. The employee sat in his guest chair across from his desk. Lewis pulled his chair up closer than usual to ensure no part of his crotch area was visible. He briefed the girl on some internet research that he needed looked after while she took notes. The whole time I was frozen in fear, breathing as evenly and quietly as humanly possible, but not daring to remove my sweet mouth from its obligation. Thankfully, the briefing went off without incident, and the assistant left without suspecting a thing.

By late afternoon, I felt him harden again. My head started that familiar bob. He encouraged me with his foot one last time, but only to tease, never lingering long enough to bring release. Then he tossed me my thong which I had surrendered to him earlier. He told me to tuck it into my pussy. At first I hesitated, but not out of defiance. I was a bit confused. Did I hear him correctly?

He reiterated the command: “Tuck your fucking thong right up inside your sloppy wet cunt, slut!”

This time, there was no hesitation. It wasn’t easy and took careful manipulation. I spread my legs, lifted my hips, then spread open my pussy lips. Using my fingers, I managed to finger fuck the material right up inside myself. Lewis tilted his head to get a good view and was now getting hard for the third time. It didn’t take too long before he came for the final time that afternoon. My obedient cocksucker-mouth swallowed again as he deposited yet another load into my tummy. As commanded, I licked his engorged head literally coaxing one final drop of cum onto my tongue. At last, he pulled his cock away and zipped up. The session was pretty much over.

I stood up once he gave me the green light, and I must say, it felt so good to stretch my legs after being crammed under that desk for so long. My first few steps were taken gingerly, but I tried to hide any discomfort. That’s when he put his hand on my throat. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hamper my breathing, but enough to remind me of who was in control. He used his foot to tap at the inside of my ankles, forcing me to spread my legs slightly further apart.