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Not wanting to get caught, I went back to my desk, assuming no one would notice. Not that they would know that I was the one who had brought them, anyway. If they did, they were keeping silent about it.
As far as I could tell, Shanna at the front desk was getting most of the credit. I didn’t mind. She was a nice enough girl and had done nothing bad to me. Not to mention that I would look like an idiot, coming out and saying that I was the one who had brought them, particularly at this point in the game.
One thing I learned from years of playing rugby was that timing is everything. Particularly when you’re five-foot five with a delicate bone structure.
I eyed the door to Tucker’s office, wondering if he was in there. Even if he wasn’t, I was still glad to be here in case he needed my help with anything. I was willing to help him out with anything he wanted. No matter how intimate or demanding it might seem.
I couldn’t help but to think about that, and everything about Tucker, in a dirty way. In a flash of filthy-mindedness, I imagined Tucker at his massive desk, stroking his big, hard cock. Calling me in there, he would ask me to help him out with that.
Without hesitation, I would go over to him and drop to my knees onto the plush Persian rug I knew he had in there. Gazing at his mighty manhood, I would lick my way up its softly throbbing shaft, until I got all the way to its head.
Tucker would moan all the way along my little sojourn. He would gasp even louder when I dropped my entire mouth over his cock, taking him part way down my throat before sucking him off like crazy, working him deep in my mouth despite the sheer, pulsing size of him.
He would take my hair, always kept in a long blond braid, and wrap it around his hand, taking full control of my head. I could imagine myself closing my eyes as I stroked my lips further along his massive shaft, receiving even more of him down my throat.
Tucker would moan as I did so, letting me know how much he enjoyed it. I couldn’t be happier, glad my role of assisting him was going so well.
Letting out a long, loud moan, he would unleash a huge load down my throat. This wouldn’t be a problem though, because I would take it all, happily swallowing down his sweet cum, not missing a single drop. I would lick his cock clean, and he would pull me to him, kissing me furiously, his tongue making amazing movements in my mouth.
I could only imagine it. All of it, honestly. I had just turned 21 and still had yet to even touch a cock, let alone swallow one.
I didn’t think it had much to do with my body. My ass was round, but it was firm, and I had nice big breasts as well. I wasn’t a knockout, but I could definitely be considered cute, particularly being shorter than most of the guys I grew up with— and most of the girls, too, for that matter.
There must have been something in the water in my town, but they considered me something of a shrimp, even though I would be average in most places. But the boys I grew up with never seemed that interested in me and I stopped trying, despite being crazy horny. Something that only became stronger as I grew older.
And now that I’d met Tucker, it was like my inner wild child desperately wanted out. Fantasies like the one of with me blowing him in his office only became more frequent and more vivid the longer I knew him. Many was the night I touched myself to him, thinking about him deflowering me.
If it wasn’t for that, I would have no sex life at all. It was one of the sadder elements of my existence. Yet there didn’t look to be much I could do about it. Tucker was friendly enough, but I honestly had no idea if he saw me that way at all. Not to mention that it would be forbidden, since he was my supervisor.
There was also the age gap to consider. Ten years wasn’t really all that much, but it would seem like more when our relative positions were considered.
Horny as I was, I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his career. Not least because I myself would also probably lose my job, again, and it was just such a headache finding a new one. Particularly when coming off of one as cushy as I was lucky enough to have gotten into.
I would just have to keep it in my pants and keep my raging libido in check.
