Catching her breath, Susan takes a very brief break from feasting on my cock-head to take in my shaft. She establishes a rhythmic, flowing movement with ease, effortlessly taking in as much of my shaft as she can without my now fully erect cock causing her to gag. She can feel my cock twitching and pumping in her mouth. She takes another pause, this time, to savour the sensation of my pulsating cock on her tongue and the feeling of my cock head touching her throat.

She knows that she is seconds away from receiving my first shot of spunk, spunk that she’s been desperate to see, smell and taste since I walked through the door. But does she want this first load in her mouth or in her cunt?’.

She makes her decision - ‘my cunt can wait’, and locks her lips, mouth and tongue even more vigorously back and forth on my shaft. I take deep, slow breaths to get more oxygen into my lungs in preparation for climaxing. She can feel the blood pumping into my cock and clasps the base of my shaft and balls with both hands. My balls are hot, swollen and primed. She knows that her Bull is ready to share his spunk with her. At this moment, nothing in the world matters to her apart from having my spunk.

And with that, I climax inside her. The first spasm of my cock provides her with just an hors d’oeuvre of my spunk. It’s merely a precursor for the beautiful torrent of cream that flows deep into Susan’s mouth with my second spasm. She had intended not to swallow it immediately and to savour it in her mouth for a while. But her desire to have my spunk deep inside as quickly as possible takes over. It feels warm, nourishing, life-affirming. She thinks ‘you know, this is what life is about; a Bull’s cock in your mouth, his spunk in your throat, and a wet cunt waiting to be fucked by him.’

The spasms from my cock grow progressively less vigorous as my balls empty their remaining reservoir of spunk inside her. After the final throbbing twitch from my cock-head, she releases me from the captivity of her mouth. She falls back so that she is once again resting on her calfs. Her lips are smeared with a combination of traces of my cum, little beads of her sweat that have fallen from her wild mane, and her red lipstick, which also adorns the shaft of my cock. 

Little drops of cum fall onto her breasts and on the cross, which is back nestling in her cleavage. She takes it into her mouth and gently clean the beads of cum from it with her tongue “I wouldn’t want to waste a drop” she adds with the hint of a smile.

Still resting on her calfs, she looks up at me. My cock is already recovering from its immediate post climax flacidness. The scent of spunk and anticipatory cunt hangs heavy in the office air.

“You had better be a repeater Peter, because my cunt is next. And it’s fucking needy.”

And with that, I hear the sound of the keypad to the office being punched. The door opens. In walks Steven…….