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Everything is so wet down there—his lips, his twirling tongue, his nose. His whole face slides right into my crack with such ease, invading me. My whole ass is slippery from all his relentless and muscular activity down there, working my crack and my hole over with his frustratingly, agonizingly, devilishly skilled tongue. And even if I wanted to squirm, I can’t, because he still grips my legs so powerfully that I can’t move.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I might be able to come like this. I’ve never been so stimulated before that I’m just a second away from being thrown into a full-on rage.
And his tongue keeps probing without end. Ben has started to push his face so deeply into my ass that I’m rocking back and forth, much like I imagine I’d rock if he were actually fucking me.
Well, I guess he sort of is.
With his tongue.
When Ben lets go of my thighs, I think he’s about to rise and do something else to me. But his face never leaves my ass, which is both the best news and the worst torment.
Until his slippery fingers wrap around my swollen hard cock, and I learn the meaning of a whole new torment.
“Ben, I could come, I could come …” I warn him, pushing out the words in tiny tufts of breath, urgently. “C-Careful … I could come …”
Again, he pulls his face away just a fraction of an inch to say, “You aren’t coming until I say, intern.”
Then his hand moves.
A lightning bolt of sensations courses down my whole body, filling me with such instant pleasure that I’m forced to bring a fist to my mouth and bite down to stifle my moan of ecstasy.
“You ever been milked before?” he murmurs against my ass, all his words drifting over the coolness and the wetness of my completely exposed hole and ass cheeks.
“No!” I answer in half a hiss, half a scream muffled by my fist.
“You’re in for a very, very cruel punishment, intern.”
Then his tongue gets right back to work probing my ass.
And his hand slowly strokes my slippery cock. It’s made all the more slippery by my pre-come, which his hand slowly gathers as he strokes the whole length of my throbbing cock from base to tip, base to tip, base to tip—slowly, tortuously, tightly.
The swelling of pleasure between my cock, my sensitive balls, and my exposed asshole that Benjamin is still sensuously plunging his tongue into is quickly becoming too much to take. Something has to come out of me to relieve the insane pressure—Benjamin’s tongue, Benjamin’s hand on my cock, or the cum inside me that threatens to pop the grenades that have become of my balls.
I mean, I’m so fucking ready to come that my balls are pulled up as high as a fraternity pledge’s tighty whities on hazing day.
And isn’t that what this is? My belated hazing to the office by the big bad boss who wants to teach me a lesson? A lesson in getting your cock slowly milked while his tongue is plunged up your pucker like a spelunker on the hunt for the fountain of youth?
The hand that currently fists my cock starts to gain speed and, to my utter delight and horror, starts only jerking the head of my cock, twisting and twirling and massaging.
Now I’m truly going insane.
The inevitable point of no return rushes toward me quickly, regardless of the agonizingly slow pace in which he’s jerking me. The frustration has built up far too strong. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can taste my brain.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him in a groan.
His answer comes in the form of pressing his face even deeper into my ass, his tongue reaching an all new depth in my hole, completely penetrating me.
My legs tighten up, threatening to buckle.
My balls squeeze.
My knuckles bleed white as I cling like a rock climber to the desk, part my quivering lips, and cry out my release.
I come hard. And it is endless.
And Ben is merciless, squeezing and twisting his fist at the end—only the end—of my cock as I erupt wave after wave of the come I’ve built up inside.
It doesn’t seem to stop, coming and coming and coming.
And coming.
My body is milked all the worse by Benjamin’s insistence to not pull out of my ass, tonguing me and lapping at my crack while I empty all over the floor, or down the front of the desk, or on Benjamin’s clothes—I have no idea where I spewed all my spunk.
“I’m going to get every last drop out of you,” he promises from between my ass cheeks. “Every. Last. Drop.”
When the waves of orgasm finally recede, I feel like I just came enough to fill the whole damned floor.
And still Benjamin twists and works the head of my cock like a doorknob. It starts to grow too sensitive—way too sensitive.
