I had called it off with the Ex Mouth a couple weeks ago out of guilt or something. It was easy to do because I didn’t see her that often so it was pretty easy to say that her services were no longer required. Today she was actually in the corporate office meeting with a customer, which was unusual because she’s in field sales. She extended an invite to go for coffee and ‘just talk’. She may have been acting sincere but I knew what it really meant. At first I resisted, but when she swung by my office and gave me one of her ‘cum in my face’ smiles, I knew we were going for coffee and double chocolate donuts. I just wanted the freaking donuts. So around 3ish she calls me and asks me to drive her to get some coffee. I agree, and for some odd gesture of chivalry I even agree to go pick her up at the other end of the building. As I’m walking out to my car I notice I’m getting a hard on and I know I’m fucked.
I pick her up and she immediately gives me a peck on the cheek. I know what she wants. I might have to take one for the team, just to make her feel better. We start driving and she starts rubbing my cock. This is a distraction, but in my fucked up world I see this as normal. We finally pull into the coffee shop and she tells me she wants to blow me, I begrudgingly agree because I don’t want to hurt her feelings. We go in and she buys me my coffee and donuts.
As we pull out of the parking lot she unzips my pants and starts resuscitating my dick like she’s a lifeguard and she just pulled my drowning dick from the ocean. She’s crazy good at this cock sucking thing. Something tells me mine is not the first cock she has sucked. As I’m concentrating on driving she has worked me to the point of no return, and we’re not even half way back to the office. We are about a quarter of a mile away from the set of lights when I tell her out of courtesy, and the fact that I’m a gentleman, ‘I’m close’.
Funny, she thought I said ‘We’re close’, felt the car slowing down and thought we were almost back at the office. She gives me two more pulls and lifts her head up. Wouldn’t you know, those last two flicks of the tongue were enough for me to trigger. Just as she’s lifting her head out of my lap, I nut, and in some incredible Matrix-style movie action, none of my spooge hits her, not even in the hair. Every last dribble hits my Gap Green Gingham Long Sleeve Button-down Shirt. Fucking fantastic. I have to go back into the office with a jackson pollack of my seed all over my shirt. I could hide this but a) I share my office with a sales director, it’d be kinda obvious that I have this giant white stain on the front of my bright green shirt, and b) the wife would be sure to notice artwork on the front of my shirt when I got home. Cum does not come out of clothing easily with napkins. I drop off the Ex Mouth I used to cum in who’s mouth I did not come in and find a parking space. I leave my Gap Green Gingham Long Sleeve Button-down Shirt in my trunk and walk into the building wearing the t-shirt I felt the need to wear under it for some reason even though it was 70 degrees out.
I storm into my office and tell the office mate to turn around, as I shut the door and twist close the blinds to our window over looking the sales floor. I take off my t-shirt and put on the freebie promo shirt one of the marketing skanks gave me that I saw no use for until now and had left in a drawer. I tell the office mate, ‘I split coffee all over my other shirt but managed to keep it off my t-shirt, thankfully I have a spare shirt here.’
Fucking hell. If there’s one thing that I have learned about living the life I do, it’s that you can’t go anywhere without spare clothes and a blanket. Oh, and I need to fuck that bitch in the ass as pay back. Fucking ridiculous…
