After Hours with Ornella Ch. 02

Danny rapped lightly on the door to his boss's office and waited patiently, holding a plastic bag containing a food delivery. He noticed that the nameplate above the handle had been replaced since his last visit; a polished brass tile, into which "Ornella Gomez, Chief Financial Officer" had been carved in black font, was now affixed to the sturdy, mahogany door.

It was after the close of business hours, and most of the other office staff had already left. Danny would have gone home as well, but just before logging out of his computer he had received an email from Ornella telling him to pick up her dinner from the lobby. Apparently, she had just ordered, because Danny had waited on the delivery for almost an hour.

The door swung open on Ornella, who flashed him a dazzlingly brilliant smile that revealed two rows of pristine white teeth. Neatly trimmed black eyebrows, seductively plump red lips, and gleaming skin a gorgeous shade of hazelnut butter rounded out her radiant features. The only marker of age was faint grooving around her deep brown eyes, which gently wizened her wild, raw beauty.

"Well, hello there Danny. It's nice to see you again."

She wore a chic black turtleneck tucked into a designer belt and blue jeans at the waist, a "business casual" look that was more informal than her usual style. The cashmere sweater featured a plunging slit in the chest to display a cross section of tanned bosom, which naturally drew the eye as the only exposed skin beneath her jaw.

Ornella's skintight jeans were a classic navy shade, and they hugged every sumptuous curve down her legs, stopping at the ankles just above a pair of three-inch black heels. A blatantly expensive watch glittered on her wrist, and she wore her hair back in her customary ponytail. Somehow, no matter the outfit, Ornella was able to straddle the line between effortless, dignified elegance, and dripping sex appeal. And, as always, the supreme self-confidence in her countenance was unmistakable. Danny was reminded of Steve Jobs, but in the body of a buxom, deliciously thick, smokeshow Latina.

"It's great to see you too, Ms. Gomez! I have your food here."

"Finally, I'm starving." Ornella took the proffered bag from Danny, then leaned against the door to check its contents.

"How was your trip?" asked Danny politely.

"Eh, it was alright. Closed a few deals, nothing major. Could've used a week off to relax at the beach afterwards, but of course I'm called back as soon as I get the signatures. No rest for the wicked," she sighed.

"... Ah, that's too bad. But congrats on getting the new accounts!"

Word had spread around the office about Ornella's new clients. They were heavy hitters, and would likely generate the firm's largest transactions of the fiscal year.

"Thanks. Wasn't all that tough, really, just took some flattery and the usual reassurances. The wining-and-dining can get pretty tedious sometimes, but these guys were relatively quick and painless."

"That's good to hear. Well, I'm sure you're busy--I'll let you get back to work," said Danny, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. He turned to leave, but stopped when Ornella addressed him again.

"Actually, why don't you stay for a moment," she said offhandedly, gesturing toward the chair opposite her stately desk. She turned around and strode toward her own seat, and Danny was temporarily frozen in place by the hypnotic swaying of her plush, bouncy, show-stopping ass. A bubble-butt ordinarily pairs with blue jeans like peanut butter with jelly, but Ornella was anything but ordinary. There was something breathtaking, almost magical about the way she filled out the denim. The seam of her pants wedged ever so slightly into the crack between her cheeks, and Danny didn't notice any panty lines through the fabric. He genuinely wondered how it was possible to move so fluidly, so gracefully, with that much junk in the trunk. The cotton material cupped the rotundity of her backside beautifully, molding to the juicy, fatty saturation of her ass-cakes before extending downward to the taut, striated musculature of her thighs. It was obvious that she took fitness seriously, but working out could only take you so far; Ornella had her Latin heritage to thank for the natural concentration of her body's fat deposits in her hips and ass.

"Sure thing," Danny replied after the stunned pause.

Ornella had been away on business for most of the past two months, and the few times she'd returned to the office, she had ignored him. Prior to her initial departure, however, she had summoned Danny to her apartment nearly every night after work for a week straight. She'd been rough with him, too--after their last evening together, he hadn't been able to sit without a cushion for two days. He felt sparks of both anxiety and excitement at her invitation. Perhaps the cold period would shift to a warmer one.

This could be work-related, but maybe...

Danny attempted to nip the wishful thought in the bud, but then Ornella added, "lock the door behind you."

He couldn't suppress a hopeful train of ideas from blossoming as he shut the door behind him and turned the latch with a click. He was alone with Ornella at last, and she didn't want to be disturbed.

Once he had taken a seat, Ornella casually placed her hands on the desk and leaned forward to study Danny for a moment, exhibiting a few inches of magnificent cleavage through the opening in her shirt. She gave him the classic hot librarian look: her black-framed glasses slid down her nose slightly, allowing her to observe him over the rims of her lenses. Danny's heart rate quickened, and he fidgeted under his boss's impenetrable stare. Try as he might, his body betrayed him, and his eyes flicked down toward her incredible, fat, jiggly tits, nearly bursting through the seams of her sweater. They were the kind of supple, milky jugs that triggered something primal within red-blooded men, outrageously plump and perfectly rounded. He flushed when their eyesight reconnected after the momentary lapse, and Ornella's eyes wrinkled wryly at the boy's obvious embarrassment.

"See something you like?" she asked goadingly.

"No Ma'am! I wasn't... I mean, yes, but I didn't mean to..." Danny stammered out the excuse nervously, attempting to balance between the rock and the hard place.

"Relax, I'm just busting your balls. I don't blame you--I've got a great rack. But still, you should probably learn some self-restraint for the workplace. The other girls here wouldn't let you off the hook so easily if they caught you leering."

Ornella paused just before sitting down in her chair, and Danny saw her reach a hand down her pants and shuffle something around, which he recognized as a slight readjustment of her meat to avoid the discomfort of sitting on her balls. The subtle, precautionary maneuver that every man is familiar with, although Danny himself rarely needed to implement it. Indeed, he'd often been teased by other boys for the feminine posture with which he sat--legs crossed directly over the other, as if there were nothing between his thighs to crush.

Ornella began unpackaging her meal--salad with chicken breast, over which she drizzled a vinaigrette dressing--and allowed Danny to stew in silence for a moment. Then, she spun her chair ninety degrees and leaned down to unclasp and remove her left shoe, then her right.

"These heels are killing me... Come massage my feet for a bit, por favor."

"Of course!" blurted out Danny, eager to move on from his self-induced awkwardness. He got up from his chair and rounded the desk to Ornella's side.

Sinking down onto the ground in front of her, and accepting her feet in his lap, felt as natural and inevitable as the doe submitting to the bull of the herd. Assuming a quasi-prostrate position before Ornella was comforting even. Something about looking up at her from the floor, elevated above him in a symbolic, tangible recreation of the balance in their relationship, set him at ease. The power dynamic between them was already crystal clear, but he still appreciated the reminder: he was not her equal.

"Take them off," she told him before taking a bite of her salad, referring to the sheer, black, ankle-length socks on her feet. Danny obliged, delicately peeling off each sock to reveal the soft-but-athletic soles of her perfectly formed feet, along with manicured toes adorned in red nail polish. He felt a muted throb spring to life in his chastity cage when Ornella's heel brushed against it over his pants.

Danny began to eagerly massage her feet, kneading the tissue with alternatingly gentle, then firm pressure. He worked with concentration, like a dedicated tradesman confidently plying his craft. Ornella stopped chewing and let out a long growl of pleasure with her lips closed around the mouthful, as if she were actively decompressing with each second of Danny's foot rub. He focused on her soles first, cupping and kneading, cupping and kneading. He couldn't help but notice the fabric bulge at her groin, only a couple of feet in front of him, and every so often his eyes darted toward it hungrily as he worked on her feet.

"So, do anything fun while I was away?" asked Ornella musingly as she munched on the salad.

"Uhm... Not really. Just worked, mostly," answered Danny sheepishly, unable to come up with anything interesting to share with someone possessing such cultured, sophisticated tastes.

He moved up to rub her beautifully toned calves, first her left and then her right, individually stroking each with both hands over the pant leg. Then down to her ankles, and back to her feet. Danny could feel the tension release as he worked. He gently tugged on each of her toes, and after getting a few soft cracks, went back to kneading the soles of her feet.

"Nothing, huh? That's too bad. Let me guess: your weekends are fifty percent video games, and fifty percent porn, am I right?"

Danny's face reddened, which got a laugh out of Ornella.

"Bingo! Youth really is wasted on the young," she said with a sigh.

Then, as if a thought suddenly struck her, "how's the chastity cage treating you?"

Danny hesitated for a moment, then replied, "... it's been pretty hard lately. I've been really distracted... I haven't... gotten off since you left," he admitted nervously.

"Jesus, that long? Well, no wonder it was so easy to make you check out my tits, you must be unbearably horny... Do you not masturbate or something? What about the dildo and the vibrator that I got you?"

"I've tried, but... I can't get there on my own. I can only cum from my butt... if it's you doing it."

Danny had never revealed this to Ornella, but months of sexual frustration gave him the confidence to do so in that moment. He had given up on attempting to climax without her long before she left on business. He'd lost count of the hours spent alone in his bathroom attempting to cum, rabidly riding a dildo mounted to the floor by a suction cup, his eyes glued to the porn on his laptop, only to fall just short of the finish line. There was something about the shape and size of Ornella's package, the pace she could maintain, or the angles that she could hit with her skilled hip motions, that he simply couldn't replicate on his own.

"Shit... I'd always heard that the more you cum from anal, the easier it got, and you've certainly had enough practice with me... Maybe plastic dick just can't cut it after getting so much of the real thing?"

Ornella cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Well, if you're feeling frustrated, you could've fooled me. Honestly, it seems like you've really taken to the lifestyle. What do they call it, semen retention? You look good, healthier. Like you're glowing, almost. Your skin has even cleared up."

She studied him thoughtfully for a moment, before continuing, "I guess some boys really are built to be pussy-free. I doubt I could go more than a couple days without becoming a fucking psychopath."

Ornella took a last bite of her salad, drank a few swigs off her water bottle, pressed a napkin to both corners of her mouth, and then disposed of everything in the wastebin next to her desk.

"Alright, thanks. That's enough. Put my socks back on, then you can head home."

Danny felt a slight fluttering of panic in his chest. He'd begun to assume that Ornella would ask for more than just a foot rub. That she would want to pick up where they had left off, and that he would get the release that he so desperately needed. He slipped on both of her socks, and Ornella removed her feet from his lap. Before rising from the floor, however, Danny cast out a fishing line.

"Uhm, Ms. Gomez... Is... Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"... Do you have something in mind?"

Ornella asked the question with feigned innocence, but her voice dripped with a mischievous streak, prodding him to express himself more explicitly. Instead of sparing him from the humiliating request, she was going to drag him into the open, forcing him to lay bare his naked desire, leaving him suspended, subject to her whim.

"Well, it's just that... Since you mentioned it... You've been away for so long, and I thought that maybe you'd like me to help you, uhm, like I usually do... When you need a release... Not that you seem stressed or anything! But, I'd be happy to help..."

Danny trailed off, then, mustering his courage, he continued, "... With my ass, if you want. I'm prepared and everything, just the way you like..."

Ornella cracked a smile, then cocked her head quizzically. "If I need a release? Hmm... So you're saying, Danny, that you'd be happy to let me buttfuck you, here, in my office?"

Danny's heart raced precipitously at the question. He nodded his head firmly, unable to mask the urgent longing from his face. He felt a stifled throb from within the cage between his legs.

"... Y-Yes, Ma'am... Uhm, only if you want to, of course!"

Ornella smirked. "As tempting of an offer as that is, Danny, I'm going to have to decline. Normally I'd accept, but I've actually been seeing someone for the past couple of months. Someone I met on my trip. It's new, and there's still a lot to figure out, but I think it has potential, and I'm not a cheater. Call me old fashioned, I guess."

Danny went pale. He was crestfallen, and it was written all over his face. "I--I see..."

He had of course assumed that she'd been wetting her dick with someone other than him in the interim, but he'd always believed that Ornella stuck to casual flings and "situationships." In which case, there would always be the occasional need for a booty call to Danny. The prospect of being thrown away by Ornella for a long-term partner terrified him.

"... T-That's no problem, Ms. Gomez... I mean, that's great! I'm happy for you," he told her shakily, voice trembling slightly with forced lighthearted-ness.

Then, a lone ray of hope split through the clouds of his dismay:

"... That being said, I do feel a little bad for neglecting you this long. Especially when you give me that sad puppy look. You've been a good boy for me, and it wouldn't be right to leave you dangling."

Danny perked up viscerally, like a drowning man grabbing a rope to the water's surface.

"My girl and I--Anna, is her name--are long-distance for the time being. Not ideal, but it's the only way to make it work that we can think of. Now, at my age, I know myself pretty well. With my libido, there's just no way I could function at work without getting some regularly."

Danny knew better than anyone about Ornella's insatiable sex drive.

"Basically, we've talked about a... Semi-open relationship, I guess you could call it. At least, for now. I told her about you, and how useful you've been to me as a... Personal aide." Ornella chuckled while searching for the right descriptor for Danny.

"Long story short, she's given me the OK on blowjobs, but that's it. The new-age progressive types have to draw the line somewhere, I suppose. So, I won't be dicking you down anytime soon, but that doesn't mean our arrangement has to end. As long as everything is above board with Anna, I can still keep you around."

The hopeful feeling within Danny intensified, and began to morph into anticipation.

"My nuts do feel pretty swollen right now... I guess I wouldn't turn down some head. How does that sound? Your ass is off-limits, but would you settle for sucking some dick?" asked Ornella half pityingly, half tauntingly.

Danny was so helplessly pent-up, so desirous of pleasing the woman who held the key to his release, that the prospect of giving Ornella a blowjob in no way sounded like "settling" for something. Instead, her offer struck him as incredibly appealing, generous even. As he was, he would have said yes to just about anything that allowed him to remain in Ornella's presence for a while longer.

"Yes! That... T-that sounds good, Ms. Gomez..." Danny trailed off nervously, not wanting to sound too desperate.

"You're going to have to do better than that, Danny."

Danny cleared his throat, then continued.

"... P-Please let me suck your big, beautiful dick, Ms. Gomez. Please... I've been waiting for so long, and I want you inside me so badly..."

Ornella grinned smugly, knowing that she was undeniable. Danny would settle for whatever scraps she offered him. She'd ruined him long ago; he would be a slave to dick for the rest of his life, and if she didn't give it to him, he'd need to get it from someone else. If she tossed him aside, some silver fox would eventually sniff him out and pounce on him. Voracious, butt-slut bottom-boys were always in high demand.

From the moment Danny locked the door, it had been only a matter of time before his lips wrapped around her cock. But toying with him by stretching out his uncertainty, keeping him at his wit's end, was simply too much fun. His distressed horniness was discernible in his gaze, and the flushed heat of his features betrayed his lack of inhibition, comparable to the buzz from a few glasses of liquid courage.

"Get under the desk, then. Where a shameless, cock-sucking bitch like you belongs." Ornella was finally done beating around the bush.

She slid her high-back swivel chair a few paces out from her desk and gestured expectantly, motioning for Danny to go ahead. He crawled past her into the hollow beneath her desk, at which point Ornella slid forward, trapping him inside the cramped area between her legs. When her torso met the desk, Danny was boxed in on three sides by the polished wood, his face level with the massive bulge protruding from his boss's crotch.

"Nice and cozy down there?" she asked jokingly.

Ornella unclasped her belt buckle and fiddled with the zipper of her pants, temporarily struggling to unzip over the miniature, fabric mountain of bulge. Danny's mouth began to moisten, as though his body's cock-sucking switch had been flipped, his saliva glands reacting with anticipation. Ornella reached into her unzipped fly, gathered herself into an oversized handful of flesh, and pulled her staggering cock through the opening, followed soon after by an engorged pair of meaty balls. Tufts of her dark, lush bush poked through the zipper, and pubic tendrils clung to the base of her flesh pillar like ivy. She scooted her hips forward so that her flaccid length dangled down from her chair unobstructed, mere inches from Danny's mouth.

What a sight it was.

Danny marveled for a moment. Ornella's monstrous cock had plagued his daydreams at work and kept him awake at night, rolling in bed and grinding his cage against the sheets with crippling yearning. He was nearly overcome by the violent perfume that emitted from her sex organ. The unstoppable, alpha virility that her sperm possessed seemed to leak out of the pores of her genitals, a stench that could never be fully contained, no matter how recently she had showered. Combined with the natural, sweaty musk that builds up after a ten-hour workday, the rank scent-cocktail would have triggered a person of normal sensibilities to recoil with disgust. To Danny, however, it was an enticing bouquet, which he greedily drew in through his nostrils, relishing the sour aroma until his lungs could expand no further. Ornella's fragrance was so strong that it was palpable; Danny could actually taste her, even with his mouth closed. After holding it in, like a smoker might hold in a cloud of marijuana, Danny exhaled a long and warm breath, which caused Ornella's dick to jump with a surge of blood.

Even if he couldn't take her dick in his ass, at least it would enter one of his holes.

Ornella watched with detached curiosity as something clicked within Danny, at last reunited with the object of his desire, and he succumbed to his bodily instinct in a blink. Some of the light left his eyes, like a cock-sucking autopilot had taken over, rendering him a vapid, obedient, oral slut. With the utmost care, Danny swaddled her flaccid head and shaft in the soft, pillowy warmth of his tongue and cheeks. Ornella's meat filled his mouth to the brim, and he pressed his lips flush against her scrotum and the zipper of her pants. His taste buds lit up with the salty trickle of her precum as he suckled, and he gently stirred her shaft with his tongue.

MMMFFHH... SCLHUUURP... SCHLUP...

"Oh my, that is lovely..." murmured Ornella as she felt the boy nestle his head between her thighs, all the while kissing and sucking the base of her shaft.

Danny felt her cock pulse inside his mouth, awakening with the unstoppable momentum of a bear from its slumber. He sluttily exhaled a hot lungful of air around her expanding member before drawing in a deep breath, reaching maximum capacity just as another pump of blood pressed her tip against the opening to his throat. Danny was able to swallow Ornella's head without much trouble in its semi-soft state, and her rapidly swelling cock penetrated further with several gushing twitches. Danny maintained a seal around her base with firm pressure, so that the only space for her erection to grow was down his esophagus.

"Look at me, you fucking slut."

Danny locked eyes with Ornella, who growled with arousal at the wanton expression that marred his young features. His eyes were dulled with a lascivious tint, and as her pornstar-sized rod grew inside his oral cavity, filling up its crevices, Danny sucked inward and flicked his tongue across the underside of her shaft. He focused on staving off his gag reflex, all the while meeting her piercing, predatory glare with earnest, vulnerable faun eyes.

His expression was unmistakable: blissful, unequivocal submission. He was back where he belonged.

"Mmmmfffgfhh..." Danny moaned around her package as she clasped her hands around the back of his head, pulling his neck as far as it could go into her crotch as she achieved an enormous hard-on.

"Good boy..." breathed Ornella, now stiff enough that the walls of Danny's throat were forced to dilate. Danny tingled at her praise, and felt pride in the knowledge that this beautiful MILF was turned on by a boy like him. The proof was literally in his mouth; in just over a minute, Ornella had grown from soft to fully erect, all the while buried in Danny's face. He eagerly lapped at her clammy ballsack while she held him in place, leaving the gigantic, hairy orbs slick with drool.

SCHLURP... SCHLURP... SCHLURP...

Ornella contentedly let her cock soak inside Danny's throat, feeling no rush even as his face began to turn red. She watched with perverse pleasure as his eyes rolled back and veins popped from his neck. Danny clearly needed to breathe, but was unable--and unwilling--to separate himself from her wood. It was only once Danny started to thrash between her legs, and the awareness in his eyes darkened from the oxygen deprivation, that Ornella released her grip and withdrew her massive schlong from his throat.

BLECH...

Danny threw up Ornella's cock and gasped for air while strands of saliva clung from her coated shaft down onto his face. He felt his faintness recede, and stars flitted around the corners of his vision as he readjusted to normal oxygen levels.

"I'm impressed! That was probably over three minutes," remarked Ornella.

DING!

Danny heard the email notification from beneath Ornella's desk, at which point his boss turned her attention away from him toward her computer.

"Geez, it's always something with this guy..." grumbled Ornella, who began to type furiously above him.

With her face no longer in view, Danny was all alone with her throbbing, veiny, rigid cock, and having recovered his breath, he dove back into her crotch to slurp on the fleshy spheres contained within her sack. Ornella's balls were so heavy, seemingly full to the point of bursting, that he felt an urgent, immediate need to soothe them, massage them, and drain them of their contents. He understood firsthand just how uncomfortable blue balls could be, and discomfort was not a sensation appropriate for a woman like Ornella. A dimepiece as utterly perfect as her deserved to be doted on, pampered, and satisfied, and Danny intended to use his mouth to do just that.

SCHLUP... SCHLEP... SCHLUP... SCHLUP...

The lewd, sopping wet sound of fellatio contrasted with the sterile, mechanical clacking of the keyboard on Ornella's desk. After giving her balls some attention, Danny licked his way up the underside of her shaft, slowly, heavily, like he was enjoying a delicious ice cream cone. When he reached the top, he pressed his puffy blowjob-lips against her crest with firm, tender fondness. First, a peck. Then, he slipped his tongue between his lips to caress her skin, before applying a few more kisses. The kisses became mushier, soggier, and he gradually introduced more of his tongue with larger licks. Danny never wrapped his lips totally around her head; he merely teased, applied greater pressure, and slobbered on her tip with his tongue, until the initial respectful kiss had devolved into a steamy make-out session. It was the kind of ardent, emotional kissing that occurs between two lovers on their honeymoon night, and would have been a beautiful sight if performed between two people under normal circumstances. Instead, the under-the-table, one-sided love affair between Danny and the tip of Ornella's colossal dong was a pathetic, unsightly act, evoking shame rather than beauty.

HMMMGFF...

When he finally took her fully into his mouth, Danny delicately swirled his tongue around Ornella's head, teasing her slit before pressing forward into her pelvis and throating her meat once more. It was harder to push her crown past his uvula this time, now that she was hard as iron, but he was able to do so once again, albeit only after corkscrewing his neck back and forth until the angle was right. When his nose finally pressed into her stomach, he paused to momentarily lap at her scrotum and draw deeply through his nostrils. The nook beneath her desk where he knelt had become stuffy and snug, polluted with a heady sexual musk that thickened the air. Danny found himself getting high on the semi-hotbox of sexual fumes that seeped out of Ornella's cock, and allowed himself to drift into a lustful daydream while he hungrily bobbed up and down on her pole.

It felt intimate in the small space, just him and her awesome cock, the sound of his heart thrumming with desire. Danny sucked like his life depended on it, like he was alone in his own little world with Ornella's swelteringly hot rod, consumed in the passionate, sloppy worship of her genitals. He deepthroated her entire length, and then came back up, then deepthroated her again, and came back up, each repetition becoming faster as the opening to his throat adjusted to her girth. Danny worked like a squire boy polishing his knight's lance, tirelessly, dutifully, totally absorbed in the act of blowing his boss. Ornella, meanwhile, could seemingly care less about the boy's enthusiastic sucking, her attention entirely focused on whatever work matter the email had contained.

GAWWKK...

Danny came up for breath, and the heavy coating of spit that he had slathered onto her member dripped down onto his face. He admired her phlegm-coated rod, gleaming with all its glory, the piece of meat that Ornella had used to tame him so completely. Danny was flooded with emotions while he admired her daunting beast, which obscured his vision as its weight rested against his face. Envy for her totally superior endowment, desire to feel her immensity fill his insides, comfort in returning to his place of worship between her legs. It had been so long, and now that her monster was directly in front of him, he felt a pang of anxiety that he could lose it in a moment, which in turn made him desperate to give her a top-notch sucking. Anything to ensure that she wouldn't take away her swollen meat stick.

"Alright, where were we?" asked Ornella, returning her focus to Danny after finishing her email.

SCHLUUUUURPPPP....

Danny responded by crossing his eyes and noisily applying vacuum suction, like he was trying to suck Ornella's balls out through her dick.

"Puta madre... You could suck honey through a straw with that mouth... Such a faggy little hole..." moaned Ornella. She tilted her head back lazily while Danny gave the best, sloppiest blowjob of his life.

The sudden desire to tongue her asshole burst through his mind, even as he made love to her throbbing, raging hard-on with his mouth. She deserved to have her incomparable ass serviced along with her cock, but clearly Ornella didn't feel like removing her pants in the office. Danny imagined delving into the musky folds of her pucker with his tongue; something about rimming Ornella was incredibly gratifying, the visceral, degrading submission that came with tasting and polishing her shithole.

His head never stopped bobbing up and down during this brief reverie, but Ornella yanked him back to reality when she pulled out and smacked his face with her meat a few times, splashing spit and precum with each slap. He whined and stuck his tongue out, open-mouth panting like a dog begging for the return of its toy.

Ornella then clasped her fingers through his hair with a tight grip, guided her head back into his mouth, and fully sheathed herself into Danny's slippery, enveloping throat. He retched around her girth, but she held him in place until he had wrestled control over his gag reflex. After a brief pause, she pulled her hips back, and repeated, settling into a pattern of slowly throat-fucking the boy beneath her desk. Danny's eyes watered as she took control of the pace, but he persevered valiantly, amenably remaining still as her tip punched past his tonsils with greater rapidity. As she picked up speed, he wished that she were fucking his ass instead of his mouth, picturing himself on all fours while she annihilated his hole from behind. With how close he was to bursting, she could easily make him cum from his ass, and he longed for the release that a prostate pounding from Ornella would bring.

GLUCK... GLUCK... GLUCK... GLUCK...

"Gonna cum soon... You want it down your throat?"

"MMMMHMMMMM..."

Danny could barely nod his head in the affirmative as she plowed his face, tears and snot streaming down his cheeks and chin, but his pleading eyes unmistakably invited Ornella to dump her load down his throat. Begging for her dick juice was in no way beneath him, and he moaned with anticipation while shooting slutty heart-eyes up at her from the floor. With each retraction of her hips, he felt her bloated balls swing into his chin like a battering ram, spraying juicy spit and dick froth onto his neck.

GAWK... GLUCK.... GAWK... GAWK... GLUCK...

"Yeah, I bet you do... Well too bad, you greedy... Fucking... Pussy..."

Ornella brought herself to the verge of climax with two more minutes of ruthless skull-fucking, humping Danny's face so aggressively that her momentum brought her out of her seat. She was tall enough that she needed to crouch to keep her hips level with Danny's face, like a predatory jungle cat balanced on its haunches, showcasing the juicy bulk of her glutes along with the coiled, tensile strength of her thighs. All he could do was sit back on his feet passively and take it while she used him like a masturbatory toy, his neck limp as she rag-dolled him. The foaming of spit and bile trickled down his chin and onto his shirt as he retched and gagged around her immense size, his throat bulging outward each time she plunged her cock past his larynx. Ornella unleashed everything in a final sprint, and each time her pelvis connected with Danny's face the recoil rippled through her cakes. He felt a prickling numbness spread through his cheeks from the intensity of the battery, similar to the feeling of oral anesthesia applied during a dental procedure.

SCHLAP... SCHLAP... SCHLAP... SCHLAP... SCHLAP...

Danny was enthralled while she brutalized his gullet. Not even the cheapest, dirtiest whore could take a face-rape as willingly and gratefully as he did in that moment.

Ornella's face contorted with vicious lust while she loomed over her prey, leaning down almost grotesquely, like the hunchback from the classic tale, before she finally unsheathed her indomitable sword from Danny's throat, aimed her tip at his face, and began to furiously pump her meat. She stared down at him possessively with an expression of aggressive perversion, like a dirty old man about to gleefully corrupt a youthful, unspoiled body.

"OPEN!" she snarled.

Danny's chest heaved as he struggled to recover breath, but he was able to stick his tongue out and close his eyes with a debased expression before Ornella shot her first spurt of hot, salty cum into his mouth.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Ornella never stopped jerking her slickened meat as she emptied her balls onto the boy's face, spraying a huge volume of her cream in gushing squirts. The thick veins on her shaft surged with each pulse, and after the first couple of shots Ornella allowed her hose to largely aim itself, only generally steering it toward areas of skin that had not yet been marked. In a few seconds Danny's eyes, cheeks, forehead, lips and mouth had been coated with Ornella's thick, clumpy discharge.

SPLAT... SPLAT... SPLAT...

With each squirt of cum that struck his face, Danny felt degraded, like Ornella was chipping away at the vestiges of self-worth that still lingered within him. With each shot she twisted the knife, reinforcing what he already knew: that he was less than a man to her, less than even a whore, for a whore is at least entitled to monetary payment. Danny's payment was the privilege of interacting with Ornella's monstrous phallus, of letting her use his face for target practice. He remained totally stationary beneath her fire, a non-interactive object, like a fire hydrant to a passing canine that instinctually marks its territory with a stream of piss.

And yet, even as nothing more than an outlet for her lust, Danny was unbelievably turned on.

"GUURRGGHH," he gargled when a shot landed in his nostrils, interrupting him mid-breath as he inhaled through his nose. He coughed through her jizz as he swapped to labored mouth-breathing.

"Don't you FUCKING move..." Ornella warned through gritted teeth amidst a salvo of strokes.

A chemical reaction set off by the dollop of cum simmering on Danny's taste buds caused him to salivate extensively, increasing the volume of the puddled mixture inside his mouth to the point that he needed to swallow to preserve a source of airflow. After gulping down Ornella's spunk he stuck his tongue back out and panted with feverish excitement. Danny felt his tiny manhood--if it could indeed be called that--strain with yearning through the cage between his legs, as if his body were somehow responding vicariously to Ornella's orgasm. His mind was fried with arousal. What little willpower he once possessed had been whittled down by the past months of chastity. Ornella had completely neglected him, and his desperate frustration had built up to such an extent that his consciousness felt frayed, his need for release overwhelming the elements of cognition that didn't involve his lust.

Danny was blindfolded by Ornella's sperm, paralyzed by horniness, while every muscle fiber of his body screamed:

CUM!

All other thoughts relegated to mere fluttering in the recesses of his psyche. Danny kept his eyes squeezed shut, but he felt the ropes of sludge continue to land on his obscured features, with lessened intensity as the pressure in Ornella's balls died down. He quested out in his temporary sightlessness for the release that Ornella was currently experiencing, that she got to experience whenever she pleased, a freedom that only she had the power to grant him--and yet, continued to deny.

SPLAT... SPLAT...

All he could do was attempt to conjure up an orgasm from his imagination. Danny was utterly constrained by Ornella, both in mind and body. He deafened to the desperate pleas for relief from his subconscious, and as the maelstrom of hormonal impulses waned, he felt himself physically weaken. The fighting spirit within him withered, having flung itself against the cold, unyielding steel of Ornella's chastity cage to no avail. His temporary, lustful frenzy abated like a beaten-down animal retreating to lick its wounds, leaving him in a state of flushed, numb, aching arousal.

And that would have to suffice. That pale, tantalizing sliver of sex, merely as an oral receptacle for the bountifully endowed woman that Danny admired, that he craved, would have to be enough to sustain him. He knew that it may be as close to an orgasm as he could expect for the foreseeable future. Instead of dwelling on the hollow feeling of unfulfilled desire, he reminded himself of just how lucky he was to share even this level of intimacy with Ornella, and he swelled with tingling pride at the knowledge that he had just contributed to her sexual gratification. If all he could reach was the orgasmic edge, then so be it. The buzzing warmth that permeated his body was somewhat pleasant, at least.

This must be how girls feel, he thought. Sometimes the girl doesn't cum, and she simply accepts it. The man, of course, always gets off, but Danny was not a man in this scenario.

Ornella's satisfaction mattered. Not his.

SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK...

Ornella's hand slowed its frantic pace until she finally stopped tugging on her meat and gripped the base of her shaft. She pointed her tip toward a small patch of unsullied skin by Danny's lower lip to twitch one last time, ensuring that her brush painted every inch of the fresh canvas in front of her. She drew a deep inhale, as if her lungs had abandoned their duties while she focused so intently on giving Danny a facial.

"Whew... I might have gotten a bit carried away," she breathed. "You make one cute, glazed little muffin. Not one that I'd eat though."

At last, she allowed herself to fall back into her chair with a satisfied sigh, at the same time sliding her foot between Danny's legs. He kept his upper half stiff as a board, but he couldn't prevent himself from impotently humping her foot when he felt it beneath him. The gyration of his hips was involuntary and weak; obviously Danny couldn't expect to cum, but the stimulus of the friction on his cage was at least enough to maintain his state of suspended titillation.

"Sorry about the mess, I just couldn't help myself. Anna is too classy for this kind of shit; just good clean loving for her. Don't get me wrong, the sex with her is incredible, but it's nice to get down and dirty every now and then."

"I don't mind... You taste so yummy, Ms. Gomez... Thank you so much for cumming on me," Danny mewled after swallowing the additional shots that had made it into his mouth.

"You're welcome sweetie. You earned it," murmured Ornella through heavy breaths. She paused briefly to admire her handiwork, thoroughly pleased with the result. She could almost see steam rising off the piping hot load on Danny's face.

Ornella slid a vice grip up her slightly drooping length to wring out the last few drops of her balls into Danny's mouth. He started with delight when he felt the globules fall onto his tongue, and rolled them around in his mouth like a wine aficionado appreciating a favorite vintage. Danny's face was an opaque, sticky, slimy mess, as if he had been dipped headfirst into a pool of candlewax. He sat patiently, blind underneath the coating, awaiting direction from Ornella's voice.

She dragged her nuts across his chin, collecting on them a generous coating of her baby batter, then plopped her sack onto his lips, and he managed to suck both of her testicles into his mouth, one at a time. They were still so large that they expanded his cheeks from the inside, making him look like a squirrel coveting a winter collection. Danny caressed her bulbous balls with his tongue, carefully removing the layer of tart, tangy, salty splooge. He sucked her enormous, hairy balls like they were lollipops, capable of melting inside the warmth of his mouth. Ornella let her member slap down onto his face, and its length easily traveled past Danny's forehead.

She snagged her phone and pulled up the camera; this sight was way too hot to go un-memorialized. Danny was unaware as she snapped a photo of her dick on his cum-coated face: his cheeks stuffed with her elephantine nuts, her veiny breeding stick resting over the terrain it had just conquered. Not that he would have protested, anyway. Ornella smirked when she checked out the finished product. She briefly considered posting it to a few porn sites, settling on Sissy Faggot's Dream Facial as the perfect caption. He looked like he'd just been given a bukkake by a group of men; it was almost inconceivable that one pair of balls could contain so much cum.

Art is meant to be shared, after all.

"Mmmmffhh," moaned Danny around her balls while he tenderly kissed and nibbled, as if he were suckling on a pacifier, totally at peace. The contact between his lips and her skin tethered him to reality in the darkness, a comforting, corporeal connection between him and Ornella's genitalia.

"OK, let's get you cleaned up--" Ornella broke off into a cough, as she caught her first whiff of the overpowering, almost fermented stench of her bodily syrup on Danny's face.

"Jesus, that's ripe..."

Ornella pulled her testicles out of Danny's mouth, then placed her cock on his cheek and began to drag it across his visage, scooping her seed into his jaws like a windshield wiper clearing slushy snow. Danny let the pool of Ornella's DNA collect in his mouth, taking care that he didn't disturb her process by accidentally closing his lips to swallow.

She meticulously circled the circumference of his face, wiping clean first his left eye, then his right, piling more and more of her goo into his mouth with each stroke. When he felt the sticky veil removed, Danny cracked open his eyes and allowed them to adjust, to once again behold his boss.

The view from the floor between Ornella's thighs was simply glorious, like a glimmering mirage to someone who had wandered the desert for days, finally blessed by the appearance of an oasis. In one frame, Danny could see her fearsome, slick monster, her heaving bosom, and her flushed satisfaction as she bit her plump bottom lip. Danny drank in the sight of Ornella's deliciously fat, bouncy breasts, enjoying the exquisite under-boob angle that amplified their splendor. He gazed up at her as if he had just been baptized, and was now emerging from the cleansing water to see the world in a new, wondrous light.

"Aaaand, all done..."

Ornella scooped one last trail of her jizz into Danny's mouth, leaving it at the brink of overflowing with the viscous white slime. It took most of his concentration to balance the teeming, sour pool inside his mouth without spilling. Ornella then grabbed his chin and tilted up slightly, so that he locked eyes with her while sitting on his hands and knees. She stared at him expectantly.

Danny gently churned Ornella's thick, clumpy load with his tongue while she watched. Her taste was overwhelming, so potent that he almost believed he could feel her sperms wriggling, attempting to complete their mission of fertilization, swimming and searching for eggs within his mouth-pussy. Danny let Ornella's fluids marinate, staining his tongue and the inside of his cheeks, so that her flavor would linger for the rest of the day. After an acceptable length of time had elapsed, he closed his mouth, and without breaking eye contact, chewed her thick, curdled batch as if he were savoring expensive caviar. Finally, he took three full, healthy swallows.

GULP... GULP... GULP...

Danny finished, gasped for air, and then stuck out his totally clean, pink tongue.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH..." he moaned, completing the customary ritual of demonstrating to Ornella that not a single drop had escaped his stomach.

"Wow... You really make it look tasty, I'll give you that." Ornella released her grip on his chin and reclined back in her seat, allowing her drooping, shiny hog to dangle in front of him once again.

Without waiting for instruction, Danny proceeded to suck and lick the residual sticky, sweaty glaze from her balls.

"Such a good little blowjob-boy..." murmured Ornella, pleased that Danny knew to clean up without being told.

After finishing with her nuts, Danny slurped around the base of her pole, then worked his way up her shaft until he arrived at her crown. He took Ornella's head into his mouth, swirled around vigorously with his tongue, and finally pulled his head back, gently tugging the tip of her cock out of his mouth.

POP!

Not a speck of cum or froth remained on Ornella's incredible phallus. The same couldn't be said of Danny's face, however, which was covered in sticky patches and stray pubic hairs. His own hair was clumped together in places by Ornella's semen, evidence of tears streaked down his reddened cheeks, and his shirt collar was disheveled and stained with fluids.

"Well done." Ornella lightly patted Danny's head, and he beamed at her praise, still on his hands and knees beneath her desk.

"Would you like another treat?" she asked with the playful, teasing manner of a pet-owner speaking to an affectionate puppy. Danny eagerly nodded his head before resting his cheek against the inside of Ornella's thigh and staring up at her piningly, totally immune to the shame of his current state.

"Okay... Open," she commanded. Danny obliged, presenting his tongue to Ornella expectantly. She leaned forward and let a long, congealed wad of drool drizzle from her lips down into his mouth, patiently letting it extend until it finally snapped and landed on his tongue. Danny made sure to position himself correctly, aligning his mouth with the trickle of Ornella's spit. Once it splashed onto his tastebuds, he pursed his lips together protectively, greedily, and swished the glob around before swallowing. He could taste a hint of the vinaigrette dressing she had used on her salad in the runny saliva, and tingled with gratitude that she would allow him to share an indirect kiss with her.

Ornella then scooted her chair back, stood up, and began to pack her already air-dried cock back into her pants.

"Alright, I think that's enough; I shouldn't spoil you. You can go home for the day. You might want to wash up first, though--it's pretty obvious that someone did a number on you," she chuckled.

Danny nodded and crawled out from the hollow in her desk, still dazed from the face-fucking as he stood up. He vaguely hoped that he didn't run into anyone else in the office before he made it to the restroom. He started to head toward the door, but then paused mid-step when a bold idea struck him. He turned back toward Ornella as she zipped up her pants, her dick once again stuffed inside the blue jeans.

"Uhm, Ms. Gomez... Since you won't be... Fucking me anymore, do you think you could maybe unlock my cage? I won't be able to cum, otherwise..." Danny asked hesitantly, hopeful that while she was in the giving mood, she would perhaps reward his exemplary blowjob performance with a showing of mercy.

"Are you kidding? If being hornier than usual makes you suck dick like that, then sorry Danny, but the cage is staying right where it is."

Danny deflated slightly, envisioning for himself a future of haywire nerves and aching balls from what was essentially indefinite castration.

"Don't worry though, we'll try out some new stuff to help you cum from your ass. I may not be allowed to fuck you, but that doesn't mean we can't... Get creative."

Ornella smiled widely as she fell back into her chair. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue, as if a slew of exciting ideas were racing through her head.

"Of course... I understand. Well... Welcome back, Ms. Gomez!"