Your Office (MM)

Your office is small,
all tight and snug.
You stand tall,
with me on the rug.

Your suit is dark grey
and the shirt all white.
I am your prey,
called in to play.

All naked I kneeI,
in the half-lit space
Your arousal I feel,
Leaving its wet trace.

In my free hand;
your iPhone, filming -
your arousal so grand,
and me sucking.

“I want them all,
to see you submit,
to cocks, at any call –
and how well you suck it.”

As your climax loudly,
feeding me you cum,
I drink you devoutly.
To you, I completely succumb.

You caress my cheek,
Giving me a warm smile -
making me feel unique.
“How many viewers, meanwhile?”

Capturing your manhood
still between my lips.
hard as wood,
and the saliva that drips.

400 watching me, I see
sending messages of delight
asking where they can meet me
for another long night.

“You can leave now,”
you order firmly.
I rise and dress somehow,
feeling girly.

I leave without a word,
as you resume your work,
leaving me feeling absurd,
with “now don’t you jerk ….”

I am still so excited,
with your lingering taste,
as I step in the taxi you provided,
and we drive off in haste.