Deepthroat swallow, listen to her gulp it down! WHO IS THIS!??

Title: “Deepthroat Swallow, Listen to Her Gulp It Down! Who Is This Mystery Blonde?”

It was just another stressful day at the office. Papers piled high on the cluttered desk, meetings back to back, and the constant humming of fluorescent lights overhead. Mark needed a break from the monotonous routine. Slipping away to the break room, he sighed as he poured himself a steaming mug of coffee. The digital clock on the microwave flashed 1:34 PM. Almost quitting time.

As Mark sipped the bitter liquid, he overheard a few of his coworkers giggling and whispering by the copy machine. Intrigued, he crept closer to eavesdrop.

“Did you see that new intern, Tiffany?” one of them said, sneering. “Total glamour-squealer. Bet she’d love it if her interview fell under the table if you know what I mean…”

The others snickered, exchanging knowing glances. Tiffany was new to the firm and barely 19 years old. The tight skirts, revealing blouses, and pouty lips screamed “arm candy”, not “serious professional.” Mark had to admit she was hot, with a thin, petite frame, big blue eyes, and long blonde hair. But he wasn’t about to fall into the same trap as his lecherous coworkers.

Shaking his head, Mark returned to his cubicle and his current assignment – a project report due first thing Monday. Ugh. As he battled with Excel formulas, his imagination began to wander…

What really lay behind those pouty lips and tight sweaters? Mark pictured Tiffany’s pink tongue, wet and eager, sliding around a large, throbbing shaft. W wrapping her ruby red lips around the thick head. Taking inch after inch deeper into her eager throat. Her petite hands stroking the base as she swallowed around him, sucking harder, thirstier…

No! He had to focus. But try as he might, Mark couldn’t shake this naughty fantasy. His pants grew tight, straining against his hard-on. Fuck it – it was quitting time anyway. Mark grabbed his phone, unzipped his fly, and slipped into the men’s room. He needed a private moment to set his mind right.

As Mark stroked his swollen member, he imagined Tiffany kneeling before him, tempting him with her perfectly plump lips. She looked up at him with those big baby blues, then opened her mouth wide. Her tongue darted out to lick his tip before she engulfed him whole, taking him deep into her hot little throat…

Just as Mark was about to lose himself completely, he heard the bathroom door open. Quickly zipping up, he ducked into a stall.

“Knock knock!” It was Tiffany’s giggly voice. “Anyone in here?” Silence. She must have checked each stall before loudly exclaiming, “Aha! Got you again!”

Mark slowly opened the stall, almost tripping over his own feet. There was Tiffany, her pert little nose an inch from the dirty toilet water. She was peeking underneath the disgusting handicap stall, having successfully cornered her little prey.

“What do we have here?” she said sweetly, pulling out a thick Pretzel rod and a tiny bottle of strawberry syrup. “Great job on the hidin’ game, little guy! Now, you gotta take your medicine.”

Mortified, Mark stood frozen, unable to form words. He watched Tiffany drip the sticky syrup all over his new discovery.

“Drink up now, it’s so yummy!” She held the Pretzel rod to the gaping hole, making loud slurping sounds. Her hands crept underneath the divider again and Mark heard the familiar sounds of a young child gagging and choking.

“Ah-ah! Swallow it like a big boy!” Tiffany continued to thrust the salty stick deeper into the little boy’s mouth and throat. “Uh huh, deeper-deeper, you’re doing such a good job!”

Mark watched in horror (and a tiny bit of arousal he couldn’t quite explain) as Tiffany relentlessly deep throat fucked this poor toddler through the glory hole. He finally had to cut into her game.

“Um, Tiffany?” Mark called out, his voice cracking. “Isn’t that a little – inappropriate?”

The Intern jumped back and quickly zippered up her coat. “Who me? I’m just taking out the trash!” She slipped by Mark with an elbow to his ribs and wiggled out the bathroom door.

Mark looked down at the soiled Pretzel rod and sticky tiles. Maybe she was right – he HAD just congratulated himself on finding a new shitter buddy. Rolling his eyes, he wiped the mess and went home, determined to purge these deviant thoughts from his overworked mind.

But deep down, he knew he’d be back. Because the trash always needs taking out. And Tiffany and her hungry mouth would be waiting…