My heart nearly jumped right out of my throat. Stay? In the room while he tested them?
"It's... it's very easy to use, sir," I whispered, desperately trying to maintain a professional boundary. "There is no special technique required."
"I still need your guidance," he insisted, his voice dropping into a persuasive, seductive register that made it impossible to say no. "I don't want to make any mistakes with your premium package." He stepped even closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. "Stay. Guide me through it."
The intoxicating spell he was weaving around me completely shattered my resolve. I turned to him and bit my lower lip, looking at him like a child.
"Help me with my shirt," he said.
I lifted my trembling hands, my fingers shaking so much that I could barely grip the first button of his designer suit jacket. I slid it off his broad shoulders, setting it carefully on the cushions. Then, I attacked the buttons of his crisp white shirt. It took ages because of my nerves before I undid all six buttons.
Once I was finally done, he took the shirt off entirely and also discarded his singlet, revealing an absolutely irresistible body. He was perfectly sculpted, with hard abs and broad shoulders that had me completely melting on the spot.
My whole body was on fire.
He unbuckled his heavy designer belt with a slow, deliberate click, then unzipped his fly and pulled it down, revealing his tight black boxer shorts. Even beneath the dark fabric, his penis already had a massive, prominent bulge that made my chest tighten with a sudden surge of anticipation. Without wasting any more time, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down past his hips.
The moment the fabric slid down his thighs, his length sprang up, fully erect and glistening slightly in the soft lounge lighting. It was huge—thick, heavy, and curved slightly upward in a way that made me instantly drip between my thighs.
My core throbbed with a fierce, sudden ache. I knew I was supposed to look away, or at least act like a respectable girl with good morals, but the sheer sight of him held me completely captive.
In my twenty-one years, I had never seen a man as big as that, but looking at it now, I was already wildly imagining how incredible it would feel stretched tight inside of me, filling up every single inch of my aching body. My mind instantly exploded with a filthy, vivid image of him throwing me onto one of those plush leather cushions, his massive, heavy hands pinning my wrists above my head as he brutally spread my legs wide. I could almost feel the agonizingly perfect stretch of that thick, throbbing rod tearing into me, ramming deep and relentless until my walls bruised from his size.
"Pick up the toy and show me," he instructed, his rough voice slicing through my dirty haze, dragging me back to reality.
Then he shifted, half-standing from the leather cushion. The sudden move brought his rock-hard cock dangerously close—so close the swollen head almost brushed my cheek. Raw heat radiated off his thick shaft, fanning my skin. Up close, it was terrifying. I froze, eyes widening in disbelief. Heavy veins wrapped the dark flesh, and slick pre-cum welled at the tight slit. His musky scent flooded my lungs, making my wet core clench hard.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my ragged breath, and reached for the table. I grabbed the oral toy and stepped closer.
Slowly, I positioned the soft, opening rim of the toy right at the cap of his length and tried to push it down over the head, but the angle was completely wrong and my hands were shaking too much. I needed to hold the base to steady him.
"I will have to hold it. May I?" I asked, my voice barely a breathless whisper as I looked up at him through my eyelashes.
"Go ahead," he murmured, his gaze burning into me.
Still standing, I grabbed his base. It felt so warm and nice against my palm. I could feel it pulsing and getting even harder under my touch. I tried to slide the toy on again, but I was too clumsy from the awkward height difference. I needed a better angle, and the only way was to kneel in front of him.
Without a second thought, I sank down onto my knees on the plush carpet, facing his lower body. I reached out and grabbed the base of his thick shaft firmly with one hand again. With my other hand, I carefully pushed the sucker onto his head. It slid on with a slick, satisfying friction, earning me a faint, deep moan from above.
"Ohhh, fuck!" he growled.
I pressed the power button on the side of the device, activating the internal tongue mechanism, which immediately began to swirl and stroke inside the chamber. Slowly, I began to push the toy up and down his shaft, simulating a tight, rhythmic stroke. Whenever I pulled it up to the cap, the vacuum function would automatically lock on and suck it tightly, forcing a ragged, deep groan right out of his mouth.
"Ohhhh! This is so nice," he moaned loudly, tilting his head back toward the ceiling, his jaw tight as I worked on him with the toy.
Through the sheer glass of the VIP lounge window, I could see people walking up and down the airport corridor. If only they knew what was happening just a few feet away inside this private room. He was clearly enjoying the premium experience, but right there on my knees, I was absolutely dripping. I had already soaked my panties. If only he knew just how wet I was for him right now.
As I kept working the toy rhythmically up and down his length, a dangerous, intrusive thought began to take over my mind. I began to think of exactly how that massive, throbbing weight would feel inside my own mouth. I wanted to replace the toy with my own lips. I wanted to taste him on my tongue. I wanted to suck it myself.
Shifting my grip, I grabbed his length, lifted it up, and slid the vibrating toy down to the base, positioning the suction cup right over his tight balls. The device adjusted perfectly, sucking and massaging them rhythmically, while his shaft stood just inches from my face, twitching with every pulse of the toy.
I was completely consumed by the urge to lean forward and take him into my mouth, but I didn't know how a man of his status would react to such an unprompted move.
Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed my hair—not enough to hurt, but with enough dominant force to pull my head back, forcing me to look up into his dark eyes breathlessly.
"Your BDSM whip looks like something that can hurt. What if I test it on you?" he said.