I spent the night with my dominant friends Lars and Kristiina, and we had a wonderful fuck session. In the morning, Lars volunteered to drive me to work.

I knew what it meant.

He parked in a parking lot near my office building and and smiled at me. He was expecting me to take the lead.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him.

I drew his cock out, swirled my tongue around the tip, and took it into my mouth. The space in the car was tight, so I had to angle my head awkwardly. But soon I was able to find a comfortable rhythm.

I gripped the base of his shaft and stroked it in tandem with the movement of my lips.

"Fuck, Ania... this feels so good," he said as I deepened my movements.

As I took him deeper, part of me stayed alert. I listened for footsteps or the sounds of nearby voices. I tried to catch a peek at the windows with my peripheral vision. What if someone approaches us? What if one of my coworkers sees us? I knew that the probability of that was very low. It was early morning, a big office building, and people were rushing to get to work. But still, even the faint probability of being caught was thrilling.

As Lars neared his climax, his hand, which had been gently cradling the back of my head, shifted. Suddenly, he pushed my head down firmly. I gagged on him. My eyes watered. My hands desperately clawed at his thighs.

His grip was tight. His hips started bucking into my face as he was cumming. I swallowed reflexively amidst choked gasps for air.

When he finally released me, I pulled back, coughing.

"Are you okay?" Lars asked, recovering from his orgasm.

I nodded.

He smiled mischievously.

"Good girl," he said.

I cleaned myself up with a tissue, fixed my hair and makeup, and ran to the office. I still had time to grab a cup of coffee and get ready for my morning meetings.