The office door clicks shut behind you, the city lights bleeding through the half-closed blinds. My pulse hammers in my throat as I meet your eyes, that smirk on your face making my knees weak before I even move. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, voice already husky with need. I sink down slowly, the carpet rough against my stockings, my pencil skirt riding up my thighs as I settle on my knees in front of your desk chair. My hands tremble just a little as I reach for your belt, fingers working the leather free with practiced hunger. The zipper sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room. I tug your pants open, freeing your thick cock—already half-hard and twitching at the sight of me like this. “I want that raise more than anything,” I breathe, leaning in so my hot breath ghosts over the swollen head. My tongue flicks out, tracing the underside from balls to tip in one slow, wet stroke, tasting the salt of your skin. I wrap my lips around you, sucking you deep into my warm mouth with a needy moan that vibrates along your shaft. My cheeks hollow as I bob my head, taking you further each time until the fat head bumps the back of my throat. Spit drips down my chin, smearing my lipstick, but I don’t care. I look up at you through my lashes, eyes watering, mascara starting to run, silently begging you to use my face. One of your hands fists in my hair, guiding me harder. I gag softly when you thrust up, but I relax my throat and let you fuck my mouth, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the office. My pussy is soaked, clit aching against the seam of my panties, but I focus everything on you—sucking harder, swirling my tongue around the ridge, milking your cock with my lips. I pull off just long enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to your glistening dick. “Please… I’ll be your perfect little office slut. I’ll come in early every day and drain these balls before anyone else gets here if that’s what it takes.” Then I dive back down, nose pressed to your pubic bone, throat convulsing around you as I hold myself there, eyes locked on yours, tears streaking my cheeks. My hands cup your balls, massaging them gently while I work you with everything I have—desperate, filthy, completely on my knees for you. The raise doesn’t even matter anymore. All I want is to feel you explode down my throat, to swallow every drop while you tell me what a good girl I am. Tell me how you want to use me next, sir. I’m yours.