One of the things Lars loves the most is facefucking, and he's a real expert at it. The first time he fucked me like this was several days after I met him and his wife. He said he wanted to meet me in his office during lunch break.

He works in a bank, not far from where I work, so I walked to his office. He had a spacious office all to himself, with a huge window. It was completely different from the cramped open space workspace I'm accustomed to.

When I walked in, he greeted me coldly, then walked behind my back, grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me to my knees. He then walked in front of me.

"Time for you to be useful,'"he said with a sneer.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock.

He looked down at me.

"Open wide," he commanded.

I opened my mouth and made an eye contact with him. He firmly grabbed the back of my head, ready to push me forward.

"Let's see how well you can please," he taunted. His cock was right in front of my face.

Lars pushed my head towards him. He didn't wait for me to be ready, just shoved his cock into my mouth. My lips stretched wide.

"That's the way, Ania. Take it all," he said in a mocking tone.

I squirmed to accomodate him. My gag reflex kicked in as he hit the back of my throat. He did not care. He was relentless. Each time I gagged, he only pushed harder.

"What’s the matter? Can't handle it?' he taunted,

Each time I tried to pull back instinctively, his hold on my hair only tightened. He was forcing me to stay in place.

"No breaks for you until I'm done."

My eyes watered. My throat constricted.

When I had reached my limit, he pulled our and let me breathe but not for long. As I gasped for air, he slapped me hard. It made my cheek sting.

"Focus," he commanded sharply and pulled me back to him.

"Better keep up, or you'll get more of that," he warned and thrust back into my mouth.

His pace quickened. The girth of his cock forced my mouth open to its limits. Each push deeper made the muscles in my throat stretch and tighten around him. It felt like my airway was completely filled.

I could not swallow with his cock in my throat. Saliva pooled and dripped down my chin. My throat spasmed trying to push him out, but it was futile against his force.

As he neared his climax, his movements became even more erratic.

"You’re going to swallow everything," he said.

With a few more thrusts, he held himself deep inside my throat, pulsating intensely. I could feel him unload, shot after shot, the warm, salty liquid. Swallowing was reflexive, a survival instinct to breathe.

He finally pulled out.

"That’s your place, Ania. Never forget that," he remarked coldly.

He left me on the floor, a mix of saliva and tears coating my face. The taste of him lingered in my throat.

He then led me to their shower room, and after I cleaned myself up, took me to a nice lunch spot. We laughed and chatted about our work.