I love sucking dick. Holding a man’s erection in my mouth makes me feel so powerful, like a veritable goddess.

When I met my new boss, my brain instantly concocted visions of me licking his shaft like a lollipop. I wondered if his dick would be long and thick, or if it would have a little curve to make it easily slide right down my throat.

Of course, I couldn’t jump Luke’s bones right away, but the thought was certainly at the top of my mind. It didn’t help that he’s a man who appreciates a bespoke wardrobe. Every one of his suits is expertly tailored to highlight his best features, including his hefty package. More than once, he’d sidled up next to me to review a document as I sat at my desk, placing his extremely impressive bulge at my eye level.

One day, we were alone in his office reviewing a pitch I would later be presenting to investors. After I finished my speech, a slow smile illuminated his chiseled features.

“You have the best oral skills of anyone in this office, Alisha,” he said.

I nearly choked. Though I pride myself on my professionalism, the comment just could not be left alone.

Choosing my words carefully, I replied, “I’d be happy to demonstrate my skills for you.”

I lowered my gaze — making it clear I was focused on his crotch — before adding, “Anytime.”

That’s when his smile became more of a smirk.

“Is that so?” Luke replied.

My boss leaned back in his cushy leather chair, opened his arms wide and said, “I’m free right now.”

He nodded toward the glass wall that separates his office from the rest of the floor and said, “I’ll close the curtains. We don’t want anyone to interrupt your demonstration.”

He flicked a switch to unfurl the curtains, which fully covered the soundproof partition, then he slammed a finger on his phone’s intercom button and told his assistant, “Mateo, hold my calls.”

With the curtains hiding us from prying eyes and potential disturbances headed off, Luke rolled his chair back from his desk and said, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Excitement fluttered in my belly. I did not expect to get what I’d wanted so easily! Truly, it was my time to shine, and I was determined to demonstrate my oral prowess.

Though I tried to project an air of confidence as I walked toward Luke, my heart was pounding in my chest. I’d daydreamed about such a moment a thousand times, and it was finally happening!

As I stood before Luke, his legs were spread wide, leaving plenty of space for me to settle between his thighs. He gestured to his lap and said, “Please, show me what you can do.”

His words were meant to goad me, but I felt all of my anxiety evaporate as they fell from his lips.

I give great head. There’s no way my boss could ever be disappointed in my skills. But I found myself in the mood to tease him, just a little. Rather than sink to my knees before him, I hopped up on his desk and crossed my legs. I arranged myself to ensure he got a lovely glimpse of my well-toned thighs as my skirt rode up.

I reached across to the cute “No. 1 Dad” mug sitting by his monitor and pulled a pen from it.

Did I mention Luke is married? He has a cozy house in the suburbs with a perfect wife and two adorable little kids — and I was going to rock his fucking world anyway.

I could tell the suspense was getting to Luke, so I really hammed it up. I tossed back my long hair, then I wound it into a messy bun at the top of my head and used his fancy pen to secure it.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Boss Man,” I said with a wink. “This is a part of the process.”

With my hair out of the way, I was ready to get down to business. I leaned forward a little more than necessary as I hopped down from the desk. Luke’s eyes were firmly fixed on the upper swells of my tits, which were beautifully showcased by the low-cut neckline of my blouse.

By the time I actually got on my knees in front of him, the bulge in his pants had swelled to an impressive size. His erection tented the expensive fabric of his too tight slacks as it practically screamed to be set free.

Lucky for Luke, I was all too happy to perform a jailbreak that day. My mouth was watering for his dick as I prepared to stoke the flames of his desire.

My hand hovered over the zipper on his pants. I was curious to lay eyes on the cock I’d been fantasizing about for months. But I instead held his gaze as I opened his pants. I wasn’t disappointed by my choice. He regarded me with a level of reverence I hadn’t ever before experienced. On his face, I saw a mixture of attraction, anticipation and awe. His expression made me feel invincible.

After I pulled down his zipper, Luke’s dick practically did the rest of the work for me. It seemed to spring forward, forcing its way through his fly and almost tapping me on my nose. He wore no underwear, and I swept my eyes over his exposed shaft. My vision eagerly took in every inch of him from the base to the tip, and there were a lot of inches. Luke’s erection was long, thick and straight. A pulsing vein bisected the underside of his dick, like a lovely roadmap showing me exactly where to trail my tongue.

I sighed appreciatively. I’d imagined Luke would be very well endowed, but dreaming and knowing are two entirely separate things. My mouth watered even more for him, and I knew it was finally time to take a taste.

I began with a long, languid lick. But I didn’t start at the base or the tip of his peen. Instead, I trailed my tongue along the center of his ball sac. The dusting of hair there tickled my tongue, and his nuts grew taut. He was already beyond excited for our sexy interlude.

From there, I moved on to his admirable cock. I ran my tongue up his ramrod stiff shaft. I loved the contrast of his silky-soft skin with his rock-hard erection. When my tongue reached his crown, I lapped all around his dome. I even saturated the tip of it with my spit, so it slid easily in and out of the snug circle of my lips.

As I blew him, my throat gradually opened more and more, allowing me to swallow him further. With each downstroke, his mushroom-shaped cap sank deeper into my gullet. As the seconds passed, I became hungrier for his come. I fucking craved his cream, and I knew exactly how to get it. I slipped a hand beneath his balls and pressed my knuckles to his taint. I massaged the delicate area until his hips bucked and jammed his cock upward.

“Mmmmm,” I hummed.

It was more than an expression of satisfaction. Every man I’d ever blown has gone wild with a bit of vibration. Toys work, too, but there’s nothing quite like a warm, wet mouth to add a pleasant buzz to a blowjob.

When Luke’s ass lifted off the chair, I knew it was time to take advantage of his position. I slid my hand toward his asscrack and sought out his puckered hole. After a few brushes of my fingertips to test the waters, I could tell that Luke was open to butt play, so I wriggled a single finger inside him.

“Holy shit!” he hissed.

Luke combed his fingers through my hair and knocked out the pen keeping my bun in place. As it clattered to the floor, I felt my unruly locks cascade over my shoulders. But his hands were doing a fine job of keeping my curls from getting in the way of my work. He wound my tresses around one of his fists, tugging lightly and causing a pleasant tingle in my scalp.

His actions affirmed I was sucking him right, so I forged ahead and trusted Luke’s body language would continue to direct me.

Once my finger was seated firmly inside Luke’s asshole, I gave it a little wiggle. He really went wild, his grip on my hair growing tighter and his movements becoming erratic. He held on to my locks like they were reins and expertly guided my actions.

At that point, I was no longer controlling the action. Luke was rocking his hips and masterfully monitoring our rhythm. That allowed me to wholly focus on his tool. I hummed again, harder this time. I was determined to add another luxurious layer of sensation to his experience. Since Luke was running the show, my other hand was free to softly cup his sac.

Meanwhile, the finger slithering inside Luke’s asshole really had him reeling. His hips hitched while he uttered a string of nonsense words. He was clearly unable to form a complete sentence. It was just what I wanted.

By that point, I was stroking Luke’s balls and finger-fucking his ass as he furiously pumped his cock into my mouth. My eyes watered as I worked, but I didn’t give a fuck. Honestly, I loved the reminder that my mouth and throat were vessels of pleasure for my big, burly boss.

When Luke’s movements grew jerky, I knew he was about to burst. I relaxed my throat as much as possible and readied myself to accept his cream. As he unloaded, his jizz nearly overflowed from the corners of my lips, but I was determined not to waste a bit of it. I sucked it all down, making certain I’d drawn out every last dollop.

I pulled back and flashed Luke a dazzling smile. He was struggling to talk, but I wasn’t bothered. His satisfied face spoke volumes.

I stood and smoothed my rumpled clothes and messy hair, then I spun on my heel and headed straight for the door.

“Let me know if there’s anything more you need,” I said over my shoulder.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before Luke called me back to his office, and I would be ready when he did.