I settled into the hallway and waited the three minutes until the clock on my phone hit the hour. I knew to enter without knocking and to immediately look for the red blanket. Today, when I softly latched the old door behind me, I didn’t see him or the blanket. 

I scanned the room carefully, my hands clutching the handle at my back, hesitant to make my way inside further. I followed the lines of the floor, up the table, down the desk. Doctor had left me the blanket somewhere, and it was my job to place myself on it for him.

My eyes zeroed in on a small corner of the familiar red blanket poking out from underneath the desk. I tucked my purse onto a bookshelf and removed my shoes. I slipped my finger under my dress and skimmed the folds of my bare pussy. From the taste, I was mostly sex juices but there was a little sweat from my walk here mixed in. I rubbed my clit a bit to get myself more ready. Doctor once told me he enjoyed the sweat but I knew that he also required me to be really wet.

When I was more swollen and could hear the slick, I crawled under the desk and positioned myself on my knees. I pinched my nipples and adjusted my dress so their stiffness and a little more cleavage were more obvious. Just how he liked it. 

Or rather, how I thought he liked it. I never really knew. He didn’t give me a lot of direction actually. He was so focused on his work all the time and it seemed like he didn’t always have the bandwidth to give me feedback. But I’d been learning him- how he moved, the cadence of his breathing, when his hands would grab instead of guide, what made him seize up when he didn’t seem to be expecting to. Getting Doctor’s full attention was fleeting; every little cue mattered and I’d been cataloging them for months now. 

I continued to wait on my knees, my head bowed because the desk was not tall. My hands sat delicate in my lap. The familiar clock was ticking by, but even that sound made me feel closer to him. He was coming, and I knew he would be here. 

I didn’t have a sense of how long it’d been when he briskly burst into the room and took his seat at the desk. He began furiously typing, deleting and clicking away again in some sort of demanding two-step. His knees were spread wide but I didn’t know for sure if he’d seen me under the desk to come to him. I began to reach out to touch him but I stopped when he began dialing his phone. I didn’t know if I should interrupt.

“Yes, hello Margaret. Put me through to fucking Gareth.” 

He was frustrated about something, I could tell. I sat quietly and let myself take in his presence so near to me. His well crafted shoes with the minimal lines, the cashmere socks peeking through his tailored trousers; that scent of his that was both musky and mixed with an unidentifiable spice. I felt myself intoxicatingly pulled to him, between his legs, his closeness swirling into my pores while he was connected to fucking Gareth.

“I didn’t tell you that at all.” His tone was edging into argumentative. “I guess now we’ll have to open the search back up. Fucking hell.”

I could just make out the muffled sounds on the other end of the line – a stream of sputtering explanations of some kind. Doctor gave a very annoyed sigh as he unbuckled his belt and leaned back in the chair. His hand dropped below the desk and snapped twice, impatiently. 

The second snap hadn’t even cracked the air before I leaned myself out from under the desk and onto his lap. I dutifully unzipped his pants. I pulled out Doctor’s beautiful cock, which was always so soft but heavy at this stage. His tip glistened with a little pre-cum and my mouth wetted. 

I looked up at him and brushed my lips across his tip, but he put a finger in my face as he made yet another very important point for Gareth to understand. I stopped abruptly and kept still until his finger dropped and moved my hand onto him instead. Gareth may not have understood but I did. 

I worked him with my hand while he huffed and puffed at the phone. Every few minutes I’d look up at him, my eyes begging him to meet mine, for him to smile or mouth “good girl” or some other affirmation. 

I gripped him firmly and really focused on what I knew he’d responded to before. I mustered as much saliva as I could and palmed a large wad of spit to help me lubricate Doctor’s growing cock. I fluidly stroked him until he was nice and hard. I then spit in my other hand and worked them both, wet and firm, up and down his shaft, circling my wrists in gentle, choreographed twists. I heard a low groan escape Doctor and understood I was on the right track. 

“Gareth, this is just unacceptable and you know it. The board is going to have a field day with this. You’re lucky I’m getting a world-class handy right now or I might have fired you.” 

A distant part of me heard the pleas and sputters on the other end of the line but my heart was swelling from Doctor’s compliment. My dedication to my task doubled and I stroked him like it was my only job on this earth. And for this moment, however long he needed this moment to be, it was my only job on this earth– to please him, to keep him calm and pleasured, to make sure his needs were not just satisfied, but honored and revered. Attended to with the dedication of a humble sex slave. I watched him lean back and close his eyes, barely paying attention to the phone in his hand now. My eyes, big and brown and full of my love, stayed on him while I worked his dick full. 

“Gar-” he stopped himself as a gruff moan escaped. “Gareth, I’m gonna need you to fuck off now.” And he hung up the phone.

“Have you been practicing?” He lifted my chin with his finger.

I eased up on my pace and slowed to address him. “Yes, Doctor. Of course. Every day.” As if there’d been anything else I’d been doing with my days away from him.

He pulled my hands away and stood me up, my wrists clasped in his large fingers. 

“Show me,” he said firmly as he began stroking himself. Doctor knew that this hurt me deeply when he did this, that seeing him service himself instead of using me broke my heart into a thousand little achy pieces. 

I pushed past the image to collect myself and meet his demand. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I bent naked to retrieve the red blanket out from under the desk and obediently laid it out over the examination table. I pulled out the stirrups and positioned them where I knew they needed to be positioned. I got up onto the table and placed my legs within them, and scooted my shoulders to the opposite edge of the table, hanging my head over its edge. I crossed my hands and waited for Doctor to let me show him. 

I felt him come between my legs and check the plug in my ass, jostling the flat flare. He swept his finger into my pussy and I didn’t even need to be looking to know he was tasting me next. His hand slapped my thigh hard and deep as he slowly walked around to the other edge of the table where my head hung. 

His cock grazed my face as he gave me my next direction. 

“Make it wet, girl.” 

I swirled the saliva around my mouth and produced as much as I could, working my throat muscles back and forth until I was full of spit. I’d been drinking extra water per Doctor’s orders. A hydrated girl was a wet girl. 

His thumb pulled my chin back, opening my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and let the drool slide to the corners of my mouth. 

“Hands, Greta.” I reached my hands around his waist as he cradled my head into the position he needed. His swollen cock tapped my tongue twice. In turn, I tapped his hip with my right index finger twice. 

His dick slid deep into my throat, slowly pushing into the recesses I’d been working all week to relax more. As he pushed into me further, I choked and a spit bubble escaped out of the corner of my mouth. My eyes began to water and I focused on ingesting as much air as I could through my nasal passages, which were partially obstructed by Doctor’s heavy balls. But I pulled my training together and kept my throat relaxed through the choking. I palmed my thumbs and squeezed, making sure to keep my index finger firmly placed on his hip. I could do this. I could do this for him. 

He cradled my head in his hands for a moment, only ever so gently thrusting deep into the back of my throat. I knew he was waiting for me to gag, to see just how far I could take him before I eventually did so. I heard him take the picture and he began thrusting a little harder.

When I gagged he pulled himself out of me, giving me just enough time to gasp and right myself a little, letting the spit that had collected around his cock string out onto the floor below. He tapped his finger on the side of my head as he slid himself back in. I tapped back. I’d worked so hard for this.

His grip around my skull tightened and he shifted his hips above me. His thrusts were now quicker, pushing deeper each time toward the area of my throat that’d made me gag. I remembered what he told me, to just let the noises happen. Those humiliating glucking and slurping sounds. “Fucking a throat makes sounds,” he’d said to me. “If you don’t hear those sounds, you’re not getting fucked, you’re just putting on a pageant. You can’t give a worthy blow job and look pretty.” I kept my throat as relaxed as I could and breathed deep through my nose, his balls bouncing against the bridge. 

I felt him tap me again and I quickly tapped back. His pace quickened and he was now keeping himself deep in my throat. I had to be doing better than last time, this was much longer than before. 

I squeezed my thumbs and just kept focused, even though my chokes were more frequent and I could no longer distinguish what was saliva and what were tears anywhere on my face. There was also a mix of mucus most likely; my head seemed to expel as much moisture as possible to accommodate the large object taking up so much space in my airway. I continued to breathe through everything. I was doing it. I was really doing it for Doctor this time.  

And then I felt him swell just that much more inside my throat and he let out a series of grunts as he pounded in short, quick bursts. His hot cum filled my mouth, some dripping into my throat and some intermingling with the saliva gushing from the corners. His grunts settled low and rhythmically, paced to his final thrusts as he slowed himself to completion, eventually abating and just soaking himself between my lips. I didn’t even think to adjust myself until he was done. 

His fingers caressed my scalp and he pulled slowly out my mouth. “You did good, girl,” he panted. “Very good job.” And I was freed to pull my head back onto the table as his words made my eyes well up again. My face and chest warmed with the overwhelm of his praise, my head light from the intimacy of his cum in my stomach and on my face. I wanted him inside me, always. I never wanted to wash him off of me. 

“I think someone even earned a reward this time,” he chuckled as he found his way between my legs. He was exhausted, I could see how he wanted to collapse in his chair. But Doctor was rewarding me, anointing me! I was limp and putty-like as he pulled my plug from my ass and lubed me up again. Breathlessly I asked how long until I’d be trained well enough for Doctor to cum in my every hole.

“Soon, my love,” he whispered as he slipped a larger plug into my ass, stretching and filling me to my brink.