Keeping His Attention

Kathy’s gaze locked on Mark’s face, a desperate plea mirrored in her wide eyes. Her tongue traced the slick crown of his cock, her mouth full of the almost metallic tang of his pre-cum, a practice motion that felt increasingly futile. He barely registered her presence, his attention flitting around the room as he barked orders into his phone. His cock was hard, yes, but a business-deal hard, not a desire-fueled surge.

“How about I put one of my best sales girls on it? She’ll give you all the personal attention you could want?” Finally, Mark glanced down at her. The meaning of the words hanging in the thick air of the office. He was ready to hand her off like a used condom. Kathy’s stomach clenched in a mixture of anger and humiliation.

She had to do something, the promotion was slipping away from her. A month spent on her knees every morning, the judging, sometimes jealous looks from the other women in the office, the crude leers from the men, and for what? He was bored. Already. Was Susan waiting in the wings, ready to take her place. The thought sent a jolt of icy dread through her.

She kept her eyes on Mark’s face, one hand cupping his balls and gently squeezing, hoping for a reaction. He didn’t even notice. Maybe if she sucked on them, but that would mean taking her mouth off his cock, and she didn’t want to do that. A bitter taste rose in her throat. Humiliation clung to her like a cheap perfume, a scent she’d worn every morning this last month. But failure? That was a stench she refused to carry. She wouldn’t be discarded now, not after this.

Then she felt it, a twitch, a catch in his voice as he spoke. What had… oh, could have been when she’d brushed her finger against him? A reckless impulse surged through her, she had nothing to lose. Deliberately this time she let her finger drift lower, tracing the crease of his buttocks, anticipation building with each millimeter. Then a feather-light brush against the sensitive skin of his rose. There it was, his cock throbbing, hard as iron now. Pulling her head back, she ran her tongue down his shaft and between his ass cheeks, letting it probe and push against his rose. From here, she couldn’t see his face, but she could hear and feel his reactions.

His voice suddenly deeper, rasping slightly as he struggled to hold up his end of the conversation. His cock twitched and throbbed now, a thrill ran through her as she made it dance like a puppet. A grin stretched her lips, a predatory curve she barely recognized. She placed her index finger next to her tongue, slicking it before she pushed. The rasp in his throat became a gasp, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine, was it triumph or something darker?

‘I’m… s-sorry John.’ His voice was thick now, and an edge of desperation had entered it. “S-something’s come up… gotta go.” She heard him slam the phone down as her finger slid into his tight asshole.

His cock was iron-hard, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the slit, slick and shimmering like a forbidden jewel. She could smell his musky scent, a primal invitation. She licked her way back over his balls and up his shaft to claim that small prize, her finger pumping in and out his ass. Mark slumped back, the leather of the chair creaking under his weight. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, a mixture of shock and something else flickering in them, a dawning awareness, a forbidden curiosity. Had he even known that part of himself existed? The leather creaked again as he shifted, but she didn’t look up this time, his body’s reactions telling her everything she needed to know.

“Let’s talk about that promotion Mark.” She purred, the words a silken threat. She pushed a second finger into him, and felt a tremor run through his body. Was it pleasure, or the first tendrils of fear? She couldn’t tell for sure, and for the moment, she didn’t care.

Enjoyed it? Rate it — takes 2 seconds.

0 votes / avg 0

Thank you. Want more in this vein? Request it.

Request more Typo?

Share this flash