As your alarm goes off, the first thing you notice is that I’m not curled up in my usual place at your feet. I’m never awake earlier than you unless I have to be, and you don’t remember me saying anything about having plans this morning.
You shake the feeling off and head to your computer to start work for the day. As you set your coffee down on the desk and start to type in your login, you look down to find me on my hands and knees in front of your chair, whining and nosing at your crotch.
“There you are, sweet pup! I was worried you’d run off.” You stroke the top of my head, urging me closer to you.
I answer by burying my muzzle and huffing through your pants, the smell of you almost dizzying. I feel you growing hard against my lips, and I start to paw at your zipper.
With a small chuckle, you aquiesce. Your bulge grows harder and starts to tent as I lick you through your boxers, a dark patch of precum and drool blooming across the fabric. You let out a small moan, “mmm… my good boy…”
I’m interrupted by the sharp chime of an instant message, your coworker asking why you haven’t joined the morning call yet. You groan, not wanting me to stop but knowing that if I keep this up, you won’t be able to keep quiet.
Sighing, you push my head away and shoot back a message saying that you were having some issues with the internet connecting this morning, but you’re joining now. I rest my head in your lap as you absentmindedly scratch behind my ears, but with your cock still straining at the thin fabric in front of my face, I’m unable to resist nuzzling into it, my tongue occasionally flicking out to taste your juices soaking through.
You shoot me a reproachful look as you open the meeting link, but you don’t push me away this time. Instead, you pull down the waistband of your boxers and tuck it under your heavy balls. You guide my head toward your leaking tip, and I eagerly start to bob up and down on it, but you stop me, hooking one finger into my collar. You press a finger against my lips; they fall open easily, and you stroke my tongue once with your finger before guiding my head back to your cock. I look up at you, pleading, as my hot, wet mouth wraps around your length. You thrust into me gently, just enough to touch the back of my throat, before settling back into your chair. A gentle but firm hand on the back of my head keeps me in place, warming your cock in my mouth, as you connect to the meeting.
My tiny cock stands at full attention while all other thoughts seem to melt and drip out of my ears. I feel you twitching on my tongue while you report on your numbers from last week, and I resist the urge to take you deeper. Precum coats my tongue, running down my throat and mixing with the drool on my chin. These meetings are always longer than they need to be, but this one is excruciating. I inhale deeply, your musky scent intoxicating as I slip deeper into pupspace, perfectly fulfilling my role as a warm, wet hole to park your cock inside.
The meeting must have ended, because you’ve pulled me into your lap and spread my legs apart with your own, facing away from you. Squirming slightly, I feel your cock poking against the tight pucker of my ass, but you reach around the front of me and grasp my hard cocklet between your thumb and finger, pinching hard. I squirm again, trying to get away, but your other hand finds my hips and pulls me firmly back down.
You spit on your fingers, then rub them firmly into the oversensitive bundle of nerves in my cock’s head. This time, I don’t try to escape. I open my legs wider, earning myself a firm slap to my crotch as you coo “good boy” into my ear. You reach for the lube, coating two fingers that quickly find my ass and start to tease their way in.
Arching my back, I sink onto your fingers as they probe my tight hole, your other hand still lightly stroking my cock and balls. Feeling an orgasm building up, I start to beg for release, which only makes you chuckle. You start to jerk my tiny cock faster and faster, stretching my hole with your fingers. My pleading turns desperate as I edge closer and closer until I’m interrupted by another sharp slap to the crotch and an abrupt feeling of emptiness as you pull your fingers away from my hole.
I let out a whine and turn my head back to face you, missing the fullness immediately. You smile back at me, shushing as you guide your tip to rest against my hole. I sink down into it; I need to feel you inside me again. You coat yourself with a bit more lube and start to ease your thick head past my entrance. A slight pop as you stretch me out again, and your full length slides easily inside. I groan, and start to grind against you, but your hands find my hips again and hold me still.
I feel you press your lips to my ear and smirk. “I’ll never finish this report if you don’t keep still, sweet thing,” you say to me. “Now be a good boy and keep my cock warm so I can focus.” You pinch my tiny cock again, hard, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger and enjoying the way my asshole tightens around the base of your dick with every touch.
It takes everything in me not to cry out, but I know that protesting will only mean I’ll have to wait even longer to cum. You love hearing me whine. I open my legs wider, arching my back while you alternate between featherlight touches and sharp, sudden smacks at my tiny oversensitive dick. Over and over, you take me to the edge. Every time, just when I feel like I can’t possibly hold back my orgasm, your hand either pulls away completely or pinches at the soft skin on my balls and inner thighs, making me squirm and groan in frustration as you thrust into me agonizingly slowly.
I feel you start to throb inside me as your orgasm gradually builds up. Whimpering, I turn to look at you again with glazed over eyes, mumbles of “pleasepleaseplease” as I beg to be allowed to cum.
“Hmm, tempting,” you say, your voice dripping with faux pity, “but you make such pretty sounds when you’re desperate like this. I think you can at least wait until I’m off work and can fuck you properly, don’t you?”
I groan loudly in frustration, but you catch my eye and I nod reluctantly. “There’s a good boy,” you coo at me as I sink back into you. You wrap your arms firmly around my chest, pinning my wrists in one strong hand and pinching a nipple with the other as you pick up speed inside me. I’m unable to resist or squirm away as I feel the hot ropes of your load painting my insides, my own neglected little cock bouncing uselessly between my legs and dripping precum onto the floor below.
You release your grip on me, and I immediately start to grind into your softening cock, even more desperate for any stimulation I can get. “Such a good boy,” you moan, “this is why I have to make you wait. It would be a waste to get you this worked up without taking the time to really enjoy it.”
“Now, get back under the desk. I’ve got another meeting in five minutes.”
