The clock in the corner of her screen move slowly as she waits for noon. Her fingers rap against the desk, her leg bouncing, thinking of the "date" she has set up on lunch. So far her needs haven't interfered with work too badly. A few missed deadlines and the occasional long lunch out of the office haven't gone unnoticed, but her boss has been lenient. Accepting her excuse that it's a personal matter that she can't talk about.
Finally ticking over from 11:59 to 12:00 she gets up, grabbing her purse, and makes her way over to her coworker's desk.
"Are you ready?"
With a smirk on his face he nods his head in agreement. The fact that he's already eaten is obvious between the crumbs on his shirt and the empty lunch sack next to his keyboard. That and that smirk are two clues that tells her he already knows what to expect.
Rumors had been going around about her and her lunch dates with male coworkers. She never went with the same one twice. All of them having up a part of a club that meets around the coffee machine whispering to each other the day after. It didn't seem word had made it's way to management yet. If it had she expects they would've either fired her by now or taken advantage of her situation.
She leads, walking quickly with him in tow to the parking garage stairwell. He doesn't ask any questions about where they should go to eat, or whose car they should take. They don't bother to try and keep up any sort of pretense that it was just two coworkers going on lunch together any longer. Which is fine by her. She doesn't want to converse with them, just have them feed her and leave.
The stairs can lead down to the levels where everyone parks or up to the top floor. She goes up. It's risky, but no one ever parks up there and it's the quickest way of getting her fix. The heavy door thunks open and she steps out into the sunlight. Her eyes scan the parking lot and once she's sure no one else is up there turns back to him.
His hands are already working his belt buckle. She really should drag him around the outside of the stairwell where it's more secluded. An extra precaution she prefers to take. As soon as his cock is out though, she tosses that last bit of caution right out and drops to her knees before him. Her eyes captivated by the sight, salivating at the thought of it pumping her mouth full, swallowing down what she hopes will be a substantial load.
Wrapping her fingers around the base she takes its head into her mouth. Her lips clamp down form an airtight seal around it as she sucks on it, the vacuum causing her cheeks to form small depressions on the side of her face. She begins to work her neck, rolling it so that her lips slide back and forth just over the tip.
"Further."
The word comes out through a groan and his hands grab onto the back of her head. Letting it slip down slowly across her tongue. It hits the back of her throat and she steadily backs off before repeating the process. She prefers to move at this leisurely pace for two reasons. The first, the less energy she can expend the better. Second, she doesn't want to risk making a mess of her face as happens so often when she exerts herself excessively.
"More."
This time an impatient grunt followed by his fingers digging into her hair and applying pressure to push her head forward. If he wants more she'll gladly give him more. The closer his cock gets to her stomach the better. He guides her forward until he's at the edge of passing through into her throat. His hips buck against her face trying to get all the way down as she struggles to adjust her jaw and relax the muscles blocking him entrance. She finally manages it but not before gagging slightly. It's enough to allow a string of drool to spill out from between her lips and dangle from her chin.
With her nose pressed up against him she counts down the seconds. Each time she ends up in this position she times herself and now knows about how long she can stand it. When she hits zero and he still hasn't released her head she panics. Her hands come up, pressing against the front of his thighs, tears leaking from her eyes and slobber now running freely down the front of her red face. Just as her vision starts to get dark and blur she feels his cock start to kick. Each splashing against the back of her throat. She can almost feel it sliding down on it's shortened journey before splashing down into her stomach.
Her body's demands for oxygen become too great, overriding any satisfaction she's getting from the cum flowing down and filling her. The gagging increases until she spits up. Saliva mixed with cum explosively gush out around his cock and through her nose. Breathing is suddenly secondary as she ceases beating on his thighs for her release. Instead they move to catch as much of it as possible. Her hands held below her chin blindly manage to catch some, but she knows she missed most of it.
His hands finally release her head. Gasping she hastily shovels everything she was able to capture into her mouth. Swallowing the mixed fluids until her cupped palms are empty before using her fingers to sweep up anything that remains on her face into her mouth as well. Her eyes closed, slowly sucking her fingers clean, feeling frustrated at how little she actually managed to consume.
Nearly passing out. A burning nose. Her makeup surely a mess. All of it, for nearly nothing.
"You can go now."
She dismisses him angrily as she grabs her pocket mirror from her purse. Her face still a shade of purple, makeup ruined, and a quickly drying wetness on her face and cleavage. There's no use in trying to reapply her makeup here, she'll have to do so in the office bathroom.
Standing she brushes her knees off and notices him still standing there.
"You're still here? Unless you can manage another load I'm done with you."
He looks back at her puzzled.
