"So tell me, how do you plan to make yourself useful?"

Hearing Stan, Vivian’s fingers tightened briefly on the edge of the table. She knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. Not with him.

At that moment, she made her choice.

She slid from her chair, graceful yet deliberate, and dropped to her knees. Without hesitation, she crawled under the wide table toward him, the sound of her knees against the carpet the only noise in the room.

’There’s no going back after this.’

Stan’s eyes widened slightly as she reached his legs. Her manicured fingers worked quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers with practiced ease. She pulled his flaccid cock free into the cool air of the room.

She gave the soft length a slow, wet lick from base to tip. It twitched hard in her palm.

"What are you doing?" Stan asked, voice deceptively calm.

Vivian looked up from between his thighs, eyes already glassy with determination and something darker. "I’m trying to make myself useful, Sir."

Before he could respond, she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

The wet heat engulfed his cock instantly. Vivian took the entire flaccid length into her throat in one smooth motion, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She held him there, tongue swirling underneath as blood rushed in. Stan felt himself swelling rapidly between her lips, growing thicker, harder, longer, until her mouth was stretched wide around his now rock-hard shaft.

"Fuck..." he breathed.

Vivian began to work him with desperate skill. She bobbed her head, sucking hard while her hand stroked the thick base she couldn’t fit. Saliva coated every inch, dripping down his balls as she hollowed her cheeks and swirled her tongue around the swollen head on every upstroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room, gluck, gluck, slurp, as she worshipped him under the table.

Stan’s hand eventually found her sleek blonde hair. He gripped a handful and pushed her down harder.

Vivian gagged instantly as he forced more of his thick cock into her throat, but she didn’t pull back. Stan lost the last thread of restraint. He held her head firmly and began fucking her mouth with rough, deep strokes, using her like a toy.

Each thrust made her gag loudly. The tight, convulsing squeeze of her throat sent sharp pleasure shooting up his spine. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her mascara, but she kept her lips sealed tight around him, sucking even as she choked.

Unlike with Sophie or Sarah, Stan didn’t hold back. This was payback. He fucked her face harder, hips snapping upward, burying himself to the hilt again and again. The wet gagging sounds grew messier, more frantic. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her exposed cleavage, making her milky tits glisten.

Vivian’s thighs pressed together under the table. To her own shock, the rough treatment, the lack of mercy, the way he used her throat without care, sent heat flooding between her legs. She moaned around his cock, the vibration only making Stan groan louder.

"Fuck... that’s it," he growled, pounding her mouth relentlessly. "This is what you’re useful for right now."

He kept going, rough and unforgiving, until the pressure became unbearable.

With a deep, guttural groan, Stan buried himself as deep as he could and came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot straight down her throat, pulse after pulse. Vivian’s eyes rolled back slightly as she struggled to swallow every drop, gagging and coughing around his throbbing length, but she never pulled away.

Only when the last spurt had emptied into her did Stan slowly release her hair.

He leaned back in the chair, breathing heavily, his still-hard cock glistening with her saliva as it slipped from her swollen lips. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Vivian stayed on her knees under the table for a moment longer, chest heaving, tears streaking her face, cum and spit shining on her chin and dripping onto her heaving cleavage.

She looked up at him, voice hoarse but eyes burning with something between submission and dark excitement.

"...Am I being useful now, Sir?"

Vivian stayed on her knees under the table, lips still glistening with saliva and the remnants of his cum. She looked up at him through wet lashes, voice husky and low.

"I have more ways to be useful, Sir Stan... if you’ll allow me."

Stan didn’t answer immediately. He simply leaned back in the chair, one eyebrow slightly raised, watching her with that cold, calculating gaze.

That was all the permission Vivian needed.

She rose just enough to free her heavy breasts from the already strained neckline of her dress. The fabric slid down easily, and her full, milky tits spilled out, pale, round, and perfectly shaped, the pink nipples already stiff from arousal and the cool air of the room. They bounced softly as she moved closer between his spread thighs, still slick from her earlier spit and tears.

She cupped them from the sides, pressing the soft, warm flesh around his cock, which had barely softened. The moment her tits enveloped him, Stan let out a slow breath. She was incredibly soft yet firm, the perfect cushion.

Vivian started moving. She slid her breasts up and down his thick shaft in long, deliberate strokes, squeezing them tighter around him while her tongue flicked out to lick the swollen, leaking tip every time it emerged from her cleavage.

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

~Slurp~

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room again, the slick glide of skin on skin, the wet pops of her tongue swirling around his cockhead.

"Like this, Sir?" she whispered, eyes locked on his face as she worked him.

Stan’s hand moved before he even thought about it. He brought his palm down in a sharp, controlled slap against the side of her left breast. The sound was loud in the quiet room. Her tit rippled from the impact, and a bright pink mark bloomed on her pale skin.

"Ahhn~" Vivian gasped sharply... then moaned.

A low, needy sound that told him everything.

’So that’s how it is.’