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Corporate Konquest 4
🕑 Added 2023-08-01 22:00:02 +0000 UTCShe nestled against Kon and kissed his ear. “How did you like getting me off?” she asked sweetly.
“It was even better than being got off,” Kon said—Mercy grinned at the thought that he’d disparaged the essentially passive Eve. She’d known her own aggressive lovemaking was the only sort of thing to really satiate Kon…
Sliding off Kon’s lap, Mercy knelt between his legs. She palmed his flagging erection and rubbed it against her lips. “Mind if I have some more? I’d love to get it hard again…”
“You think you can get it hard again?” Kon asked, and Mercy tried not to take his wonderment as an insult. It was only because he’d come so much that he was doubting her.
“You tell me, Kon. Do you think it wants to be inside me again?”
She squeezed his manhood, pleased to find it was already stirring in her grip. Fresh precum dripped from his glanshole. All Mercy could think to do was bend down and run her tongue over his knob, tasting the pungent ejaculate and knowing how much more there was inside her, gloriously stuffing her…
The flavor of him on her tongue made Mercy ache. To get more, she ran tiny kisses up and down Kon’s length. Then she licked out with her tongue, tasting his musk once more, and it drove her to slide her tongue all the way up to his cockhead and swirl it around the fresh helping of precum clinging to his glans.
The telephone rang. She licked her lips, motioning for Kon to be quiet, and picked up the receiver. “Hello,” she said in her most businesslike voice. “You’ve reached Mr. Superboy’s office.”
“It’s me, Eve. Sorry I couldn’t make it. He kept me up real late last night… what about him? Did he get in yet?”
Mercy smiled to herself. It took her usual poker face to suppress a giggle. “He’s in now,” she informed Eve.
“Good, good. How do you think he’s doing?”
“He’s a quick learner,” Mercy said, rubbing her hand up and down Kon’s prick. “And a hard worker.”
She slid Kon’s foreskin up and down his member, making it stiffen. “Who is it?” he whispered hoarsely, and Mercy only shook her head. No one important.
“I’ll be there soon. At least I know he’s in good hands with you.”
“I’ll take care of him,” Mercy said, hanging up the receiver. “Eve says hi. She said you were in good hands.”
“I’m really not,” Kon said, taking Mercy’s head in his hands and guiding it down until she could either open her lips or let his new erection glance off her mouth and roll along her cheek.
She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around his knob the moment it was in her mouth. Mercy sucked gently, knowing Kon must be sensitive from his last orgasm.
It was hard to restrain herself. The taste of his dick was intoxicating, knowing how much more he had to give her taste buds once she sucked him enough.
Mercy knew then and there that she wanted that—wanted his next load not just in her mouth, but down her throat, warming her belly. Meeting the eruption he’d left in her cunt somewhere in the middle.
She lapped thirstily at his thrumming prick. Her head bobbed up and down, pitching as far as it could on Kon’s prodigious length, but rebounding back up so Mercy could suck directly at his cockhead and taste precum straight from the source. She took in more of his endowment with each gulp—soon she had her lips clamped around the base of his cock.
Kon balled his fists on the chair’s armrest, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open. Mercy paused, relishing the pang of fear that went through him at the thought of her stopping, but then she was back at it. His seed was just too tasty for her to let up, even for two seconds.
Mercy wondered when he’d last had a blowjob. Girls his age were even more reluctant to suck a man off than they were to spread for him. She remembered how she’d hated to swallow cum when she was Kon’s age. It was only later that she’d realized it was an acquired taste.
She squeezed his cum-bloated balls and felt him shudder. Slurping her way off his cock, Mercy sucked his hairy balls past her lips and mouthed them one at a time.
“Holy shit!” Kon sung out, holding Mercy’s head and trying to be delicate in leading her back to his cock.
“Easy, baby, easy,” Mercy told him. “I’m not going to let that dick go unattended for long.”
He let go of her head and whitened his grip on the chair’s armrests, head drifting back as he once more felt the ring of her lips wrap around his manhood. Mercy fondled his thighs and bobbed her head with increasing speed, knowing that this time she’d make Kon go off. She couldn’t do without his ejaculation anymore than Kon could.
She held the base of his prick in her hand and pumped her lips up and down on his length, swallowing and swallowing until he finally went over the edge.
“I’m coming! Oh shit! I’m so fucking coming!” Kon yelled.
He blasted her mouth with so much semen that some of it ran out the corners of her lips. Kon quaked with each emission he was letting loose; each time Mercy felt another plug of sperm escape the tight seal of her lips. Her pussy was so hot that she orgasmed too, buffeted by how much cum he was feeding her. Her cunt erupted as he forced his thick cream down her throat yet again.
Mercy sprawled out on her back and held both hands to her sore cunt, worried that Kon would go after her again—give her a climax that would totally overwhelm her. But when she finally opened her eyes, all Kon was doing was looking down at her.
“Shit, Mercy, you really got off on that,” he said with awe in his voice.
Mercy got to her feet—pleasured, pained pangs shook her body as she moved it out of the boneless satiation she’d been in. “Any woman would,” she told Kon as she stepped into her skirt. “Any woman would.”
