I’ll start at the end, where I can feel her throat expand slightly to accommodate the surging fluid from my cock.  She is folded tight like a care package, not bound but still being the good Doll that she is, her hand are clasped behind her back.

There is a moment, right before I cum, that I forget she’s there.  And when I do, it’s like cumming onto an old sock or a towel.  She is a place to dispose of my lust, the end product of me watching two people get paid to fuck.  My legs are spread in the chair, her body bowed in half under my desk, head below my quivering balls.  And then I’m ready and her mouth is there.  I thrust deep into her throat, hold her head tight against me until I hear the tiny bits of cartilage in her nose shift and pop while I pour burst after burst of seed into her throat.

When I’m done, I close the window on my screen so she can’t see.  Not there to know, not there to acknowledge or participate.  Only there to swallow.