We were in his office and he had some pot brownies I had sold him. He offered me one and I joked that he was trying to get me high.
He said he liked my Pippy Longstocking pigtails and he wanted to know if he could touch them. I asked him if he was serious and he said he was. So I walked around his desk and stood in front of him. He grabbed one in each hand and said all he can think about is holding onto them while being served. He then let them go. And I just continued to stand in front of him.
He asked me if it would hurt my knees to get on the floor and to answer, I just got on my knees in front of him. He looked at me like he was questioning how far I was willing to take it. I just stared straight ahead at his crotch, anticipation rising that he was going to unzip. I didn't want to influence his decision in any way. His eyes on me he slowly unzips his pants and pulls free his half hard cock. If I had any questions about his definition of served, they all went out the window at the sight of his hopeful cock sticking out of the zipper.
Almost as if he wasn't convinced I would go through with it and he didn't want to get his hopes up. Still looking at me he reached for a pigtail. I haven't moved an inch I was just staring at this beautiful cock that was just waiting to enter my wet mouth. I am salivating over the thought of how his dick would taste and I am excited that it is not fully erect because the sensation of a dick growing inside your throat is just indescribable.