Katie continued to suck him, even after his own orgasm subsided, Jake tried withdrawing his cock from her vaccum like mouth, with no luck. Katie wanted every last drop of cum out his cock. Jake grinned as he had an idea; his hands grabbed either side of Katie's face as he shoved his cock as far down Katie’s throat as he could, causing her to gag, Jake took the opportunity to withdraw his spent cock. Jake lay down on the bed next to her, exhausted he muttered “holy fuck, what got into you? You haven’t been that into sucking my cock before” “I don’t know, the Latino taste of my ass was to good, I just had to have more!” Katie said, as she adjusted herself so that her head was now on Jakes abdomen, looking at his cock, she moved down and resumed licking the rest of her juices off his cock before getting up and heading to the shower, Jake in close pursuit. The couple was sexually drained after the day’s experiences and only had the energy to clean themselves up. They quickly washed, rinsed and dried off. After getting dressed Jake noticed the time. “I gotta get going babe, I gotta finish up some homework, see you tomorrow” he said, giving his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. Jake grabbed his gear and drove home. “I’m coming, blowjob I’m coming!” proclaimed the blonde office aide in response to her immediate supervisor’s incessant, relentless demands for her lackey to hurry and finish so she could get what she wanted. Her boss had just instructed her to provide the ‘special treat’ that her subservient underling was duty-bound to come running to offer at a moment’s notice. It didn’t matter when, and it didn’t matter where. When the shrew that signs her paychecks snarled out a degrading command for her to spring to her side and service her with whatever she needed, Gretchen – the newly-minted executive assistant – was big cock expected to graciously follow protocol. “Look, if you don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I swear to God, Gretchen..” came the bark from around the corner to the kitchenette in which, stood atop the requisite stiletto balancing act that was demanded as part of her ‘business casual,’ Gretchen was doing her damndest to follow orders. “Oh, I’m cumming alright, bitch,” sneered Gretchen as she shoved the round-bottom glass coffee pot onto the crusted old brown burner that had seen its fair share of coffee stains, but certainly not the brand of ‘espresso shot’ that the devious administrative assistant was eager to pump into the mug of joe. “I’ve just got to fix that extra ‘turbo shot’ that you like in it, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen fired this waylaying comment back down the hallway, knowing that would buy her enough time to prep a fresh batch of the ‘secret ingredient’ that her direct superior had grown fond of after hiring her a few months ago. Gretchen slipped her manicured nails straight in between the mug and the handle and lowered it down past the lower hem of her skin-tight pinstripe pencil skirt – another article of required office garb. “I remember hearing that ten, twenty years ago, those chauvinist ad men who fucked every desk jockey with a pussy from here to Long Island were the ones who put this skanky dress code in place,” Gretchen recalled hearing from her first cubicle mate during the first day of her on-the-job orientation. That was, of course, before sweet Cecilia got the axe for mispronouncing the name of Felicia Rodriguez, their (at the time) mutual overlord, on the phone with a ‘very important client.’ Gretchen remembered accepting that explanation for the gratuitous, borderline objectifying, threatening-a-harassment-lawsuit costuming expected of a worker bee on the thirty-third floor. After she caught Mrs. Rodriguez side-eyeing the supple curve of her skirt-clad rear end, she knew immediately that a certain someone was getting paid dividends on that ‘skanky dress code’ set in place by ‘chauvinist men.’ Mug in place, Gretchen looked back and forth down the juxtaposed hallways that dead-ended into the kitchenette. Sufficiently comforted that she would be left undisturbed for the next several minutes, she deftly lifted the bottom hem of her skirt and felt the material catch taut on the curve of her college voluptuous, and apparently eye-catching, set of assets. Another yank brought them up over her butt, and simultaneously laid bare the whale-tailing scarlet buttfloss thong stretched between her cheeks. In front, however, was something entirely different. Licking her lip with hot anticipation of this next part, the dastardly coffee-fetching drone pulled her panties to the side and let her engorging futa cock flop out from the front of her underwear to hang down between her legs. “Coffee machine is giving me some trouble, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen called back the wood panel lined walls of the hallway connecting her voyeuristic masturbatorium and her boss’ office, before quickly blurting out “ – no need to worry, though! I’ve got it taken care of.” Understand?" And naturally, Rico laughed, right along with him. He hadn't really met many of the neighbors on the street other than a friendly wave and a smile since he had moved in. There were things that had to be tied up at his old work and selling big cock his old home, so he was in and out of town while trying to get set up and fully moved in to the new one. Pleasure Slave 3613-A was left there for the crowd to gawk at as she waited to be released by the knots securing her to the dogs. She had pink, silk panties. So I decided to tell 3 of my closest friends what’s been going on at home… well not everything. Soon he stopped wiggling and thrust himself at her persistent finger till he went ridged and came. “That is the longest cock I have ever straight seen, huge, though not as thick as my man,” Nina enthuses. There was a magnetic card reader on the wall to the left of the door, and Emily ran the membership card quickly through it, fully expecting a red light. "Two. “Bye mom, bye dad!” “Yes, yes, yes!” Kora moaned. I had never actually felt the spurts of any ones cum college inside me before now. “Is it masturbation if I am making love to myself?” she thought as she lowered herself to the blanket. I headed to the bathroom, still trying to clear the sleep out of my eyes enough to walk without bumping into the walls. Again, I felt the full flow of her warm wonderful liquid and she cooed and hummed to me. I could feel Latino it through her breast, and it added another very pleasant sensation to the flow of the milk. “Thank you, Anthony. Did you seduce Rohit?” Ragini was adamant. Part of me had just hoped that some of them would want to stay with me, maybe enough that the CDC would continue letting us live blowjob here, and… I don’t know.” She can see the look of guilt that is written there, and yet watch the lust still burning behind my eyes. Now, go on, those of you not still actively playing…. She undid the little tie at the neck of her blouse and, crossing her arms, reached down to slowly lifted the delicate garment over her head, feeling it lift her breasts slightly as it slid over them. After Gina and Jill finished theirs, Glenda, Deb and I took our turn. I told her there is one more place we need to go.