As was expected, working around an office full of men that didn't know I was the one blowing them at Larry's office bachelor party, was quite unnerving. All day I had to hear comments of how good the "whore" Dan hired was at sucking dick. Many of the guys bragged about how well she deep throated them, and took their loads. Many of them were extremely excited about cumming in "her" mouth and down her throat. Some claimed to have gone back again and again, fucking her (my) mouth several times that night before their were completely satisfied that their balls were empty. A couple of them were hoping to hear from her as they had slipped their phone numbers into the booth through the glory hole. As each guy spoke to me personally or in groups, I couldn't help from recalling how their dicks looked. How they may have curved, who had foreskin, or how sweet or bitter their cum tasted. I noticed more than a couple of them had hardons while discussing the party, their peckers pushing out the front of their trousers as they went into vivid detail of what they did to the poor "girl" in the booth, not knowing that I was well versed in what they could do.
"Dan said he'll get the girl to perform for us again at the next bachelor's party." said someone in passing as I made my way to my office. "Gotta get one of these single guys married quick!" he joked.
'Next bachelor's party?' -I thought, how long was he planning on holding this over my head? I reached my office more steamed than ever. Dan obviously meant me no good. Not only was he humiliating me at home, turning me into his own private bitch in the absents of D-Money, but now he was fucking with my lively-hood. My JOB! If Dirk, Larry, mr Ross, or any of the other guys ever found out that I was the "cocksucker" at that party, my career would be over! Why was he doing this? Why was he putting me at such a risk?
That question pondered me all day as I watched Dan beam at every compliment he got. His annoying smirk never left his smug face as men begged him to set them up with "that girl" again, or thanked him over and over for a job well done. During a briefing with mr Ross himself, I over-heard Ross pat Dan on the back and invite him down to the CLUB (an exclusive club all the board-members and higher execs belonged to). On the way out of the conference room, Ross whispered to me; "Great party you missed Smith, hope whatever you were doing that was more important, was worth it."
"What's the problem, now?" asked Dan during a lunch break at my favorite restaurant.
"You know damn well what 'the problem' is, Dan!" I snapped, trying to keep my voice down.
We were seated in a well known Italian restaurant. We'd been coming there for lunch for years, depending on our schedules and a taste for other restaurants. Dan choose a booth setting this time, saying he wanted the room to spread out. I took no suspicions in this and agreed, hoping to talk to him before going back to work.
"I'm tired of being your bitch!" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. "Now not only are YOU fucking me, but you've got every guy on the job in on it!"
"Relax..." he chuckled with amusement. "...no one knows. Yet."
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" I asked in panic.
"Nothing! Why can't we just have a nice lunch and forget about what's happened? What's past is past." he said, stuffing his mouth with a big spicy meatball.
"You seem to take great pride in humiliating me. Making me do lewd things." I said, hardly touching my own dish. "You get off on it!"
"And so do you! You LOVE it when I so-called "make you" suck dick, and take it up the ass! I've watched you get hardons with big dicks shoved up your butt, and cum drooling from your lips! So don't try to play that innocent role with me!" remarked Dan, wiping the spaghetti sauce from his mouth with his cloth napkin. "I know you TOO WELL! I KNOW what you want! What you like! And how you like it! Money knew too, that's why he dropped you off on my door step!"
"You don't know shit about me if you think that freaky sex is all I'm about!" I defended. "I was married, once! I have a son! I'm a father! I was the first black man to work at this office, well before YOU came along and...!"
"And you like to be FORCED and coerced into degrading sexual encounters!" finished Dan, shutting me up as I looked around the usually packed restaurant to make sure our conversation was still private. "When Money told me how submissive you were, I thought he was lying. I was ready to have his ass tossed out of my office! But then you came barging in unannounced, and proved everything he told me was true." He leaned in closely, "You're nothing but a PUSSY! A place for men to lay their dicks! You know it, and I know it. You Love dick down your throat, whenever and however you can get it! That's what's so amazing about you. Even my ex-wives had limits! They said "NO" every now and then, -and meant it! But YOU, one nudge of my dick, ANY DICK, and you fold open like an automatic door! You're a whore at heart! And you need a REAL MAN to keep your sorry ass in check! I wonder what that SON of yours would think if he ever saw you in action!"
"Fuck you, Daniel!" was all I could say in response. My son was my world. I would never want him to know what hideous things I was going through!
Just then the young Italian waiter came to our table.
"Is everything to your liking, gentlemen?" he asked politely.
"Yes." smiled Dan, broadly.
"Would you like to see a dessert menu?" he added with a smile.
"Oh, uh...I'm skipping dessert..." said Dan, "...but my friend here's about to have his any minute."
The waiter looked confused, as did I.
"Then I'll be back with your bill." he said as he walked away.
Before I could even ask what Dan meant by that comment, he pulled my hand under the table and onto his hardon.
"What the hell...?!!" I snapped, looking around in blush.
"Your dessert's here. Eat it." he commanded, flatly.
"You're out of your mind!" I whispered loudly. "I'm not sucking your dick in no crowded restaurant!"
"It's a booth. It's off to the side. It's not like we're in the center of the room." he reasoned. "If you sink down slowly, no one'll notice."
"Fuck no!" I said, trying to remove my hand which he had locked around his dick. He moved my wrist up and down, making me stroke him.
"Come on...I've always wanted to get sucked off in a restaurant. And you KNOW you want it." he said, removing his hold on my wrist as I continued to stroke him voluntarily. "Let me feel those lips on my dick before we leave here. I got a nice BIG load saved up for you too. It won't take long, I promise." he smooth talked, pulling me closer by my arm.
I found myself being drawn towards him. I kept my eyes on the other customers, making sure no one was looking in our direction. All that sex talk at work, and seeing my co-workers hardon pressing out their crotches had done it toll on me earlier as I relived every blow job while talking to them. Dan's dick was so hard, nearly throbbing, just inches away under the table. Who would know if I went down and gave him a few quick licks?
I gave one last look around the room, then ducked down under the long table cloth which covered nearly to the floor. I felt Dan's hand touch the back of my head as I took him into my mouth to fore feel his fantasy. I didn't have much room to work in, as my head was smashed at the bottom of the table top. I had to bend his dick downward to get it into my mouth, which I started sucking promptly.
"Oh shit....you're doing it..." he whispered, getting himself into a more comfortable position. He pulled me in by the back of my head, making me take most of his dick into my mouth and throat. "You know how I like it." he whispered. "Take it deep."
I swallowed as much of his dick as I could under the circumstances, taking about half as much as I usually do comfortably. His dick was like a steel bar, my lips slid up and down the shaft as my throat opened to take him in. Dan was pulling me onto his rod further and further. I started to gag, making choking sounds as his manhood bent into the back of my throat forcibly. I felt his dick swell, then felt his cum pour out like water from a hose. Most went awkwardly down my throat, making me choke again, while the rest easily filled my mouth like Tapioca pudding. I felt Dan's grip on my head relax as I took his cream. I swallowed every thing he gave me, then sucked and kissed the tip from any remains. Once I saw him tucking his piece away, I began to climb back up into my booth seat. To my utter shock, the waiter was standing there holding the lunch ticket in his hand.
"Did monsieur enjoy his dessert?" he asked arrogantly as I blushed and licked my lips for any lost sauce.
"He always does." answered Dan, taking the bill. I couldn't help but notice how the waiter lingered at our table. The front of his tight black slacks was starting to show a definite bulge. "I think he wants a tip." whispered Dan, handing him his credit card. I reached for my wallet and handed him a twenty dollar bill. He seemed to linger a moment still, then quickly walked off to handle the check. "I don't think that's the kind of tip he wanted." joked Dan, as we got up from the booth.
I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed. I had been coming to this restaurant for years, and now I'd have this reputation over my head. I knew it was the beginning of the end. Dan retrieved his card at the register before we left, and the waiter made sure to wink at me on my way out. Dan and I shared a cab back to the office, where some of the conversation about the bachelor's party had started to die down. With the firm taste of Dan cum on my breath, I began to throw myself into work. I wasn't at it but 10 minutes when I received a phone call from the garage. I knew who it was. Jimmy.
"Where you been? I've been calling your office for an hour!" yelled the garage hand.
"I've been busy. I have a lot of work up here." I answered back, sarcastically.
"Your secretary said you were out to lunch!" countered Jimmy. "I got your lunch right HERE!" he said. I could just imagine him grabbing a hefty handful of his thick crotch meat. "Get your ass down here, now! I gotta load for you!"
"I can't. I just got back from lunch. I have a ton of work..."
"My BALLS don't give a fuck about your work load! They just want to shoot their own load! Get down here now, or the tape goes to your boss!" CLICK
"uh, Sally...if anyone calls for me, I've gone to run an errand." I announced into my intercom.
"Yes, sir."
Quietly I left my office, and made my way down to the parking garage where Jimmy was probably sitting in his booth, bored, and wanting a blow job. On the ride down in the elevator I began to think about the things Daniel said to me at the restaurant, about me being nothing but pussy for men to put their dicks in. It certainly seemed to be working out that way. Ever since meeting D-Money, my world had been turned and re-turned upsidedown. I've had sex by far with more men in the last months than in my whole lifetime of dating women. I even felt a strange stirring in my crotch as the elevator reached the basement level.
Jimmy was in his back office waiting for me, one of his underlings was handing the gate at the moment. He closed and locked the door behind me, then pushed me down on my knees the instant we were alone.
"I don't think you understand the concept of our agreement." he said as he walked towards me, unfastening his pee green jumpsuit. "When I call for you, you DROP whatever the fuck you're doing, and come straight to me! I don't wanna hear that you're busy, or you're inna meeting, or you're onna phone! Remember, I hold the end of your employment in my hands! So you'd better get on the ball unless you've got another job lined up!"
"I'm...I'm sorry, it won't happen again, sir." I said, passively.
"Good, cuz I've been thinking of THIS shit all morning..." he groaned, wrestling his enormous hardon from his fly as he shoved it in my face. I opened my mouth to let him in, but his dick was so thick that I couldn't take more than half in my mouth before the corners of my mouth began to split.
"Take that dick bitch, take it down! Deeper!" he yelled as I strained to accommodate. After a few exhausting minutes, I pulled back, fisting his fat tool as I looked up at him.
"Sorry man, but it's too thick. I can't take all of it." I surrendered.
Jimmy grinned widely.
"Ain't met nobody who can yet. If I do, I think I'll marry them." he joked, fucking my fist with his hips. I stared at the fat sausage bursting through my hand, and wondered if I was talented enough to take him through the back door. After all, Dan claims I'm THAT good.
"How solid are these walls?" I asked, curiously.
"Near sound-proof. Why you ask?" lied Jimmy.
"So the guy sitting out front wouldn't hear you if you were back here fucking some chick?" I asked.
"No." laughed Jim. "And if he did, he'd probably want seconds! What's on your mind?"
I stood up and began to unbuckle my pants. Jimmy stared, his thick dick standing straight out from his zipper as I turned my back to him and dropped my pants.
"You take it up the ass too?" he asked, closing the gap between us. I felt both of his hand kneading my buttock. He squeezed the cheeks, then pulled them apart to look at the hole. "Oh YEH...you get fucked!" he sighed, looking at the size of my swollen anal lips, still irritated from the hard work out Daniel gave them last night and this morning. Before I was ready, Jimmy was shoving himself inside.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on!" I yelled, feeling my hole stretch.
"What?" asked Jimmy, angrily. He wanted some ass, and he wanted it now.
"You're BIG, remember. Take your time. Ease it in....slowly." I reminded him.
"Okay, okay. Turn back around." he ordered, pushing my up against a desk
Once again his dick head touched my anal lips, and began to pry. I tried to get him to move it slowly back and forth, in and out, until my ass stretched enough for his enormous rod to enter. But Jimmy wasn't a man about patients. Once the head was in, he began shove the rest (which was the fattest part) inside.
"Hey! Wait! Wait!" I yelled, tensing up as he bore forth.
"Shut up, bitch! You're the one who wanted this!" he said, getting a good grip on my hips and shoulders as he kept shoving his hips forward. Luckily Dan had dumped a big one in me after we showered, and my insides were still gooey with his slick sperm, or else Jimmy would've ripped me to shreds.
It wasn't easy. I tried holding back my yells, but more than a few escaped as I felt my anus expand for him. Soon he had the widest part of his rod stretching me to my limit, forcing its way inside. It was like being forced on a tree trunk. His penis had to be as thick as a 16oz can of brew. It might not have been so bad if he weren't so horny and in a hurry, but he wasn't too interested in being gentle as he pushed the shaft up into my yawning bowels. Once I felt his knotty pubic hairs against my ass, I knew I was housing one of the biggest dicks I'd ever encountered.
"Oh damn! Oh shit! This ass feels fuckin good, man!" he cooed as he gripped my waist and started to fuck.
"OH, AHH, AHH, AHH, OUCH, OH OH UHH, UHH, AHH, AHH, OH SHIT, AHH, AHH, DAMN!" I groaned over and over as he worked that thick sausage in and out of me. Dan had fucked me well over the past months, stretching my ass in ways I never would've thought possible, but Jimmy's dick was inhuman. The mere shape was breath-taking, like something out of a 'Believe It Or Not' magazine. And the fact that I managed to take the whole thing up my ass was something short of amazing. A testament to Dan words of my natural submissiveness.
"Yeh! Take all that big dick up your ass, bitch!" grit Jimmy, fucking me hard. I could hardly catch my breath as the thickest part of his dick kept my asshole stretched continuously. "Oh, I'm gonna have to have some of this shit everyday! Damn, this some good mother fuckin ASS, man! I never would've thought YOU for gettin fucked! But now that I know, I'm gonna tear this shit up!" he exclaimed, ramming my hole harder.
"OH Shit!" I screamed as I was slammed up against the window dividing the office from the security booth. I feared we were making too much noise and was bound to catch the attention on the new young attendant currently on duty. Despite Jimmy's earlier assurance, I wasn't sure if the new comer would want seconds, or report us to his superiors.
I gasped sharply as Jimmy's dick mammoth my hole, unable to determine if it was just his over sized dick in my bowels or if I was in need of a bowel movement. I'd never been stretched so widely, from my anal lips clear up into my colon. It was like having someone's arm shoved inside me, fucking me relentlessly, without concern for my health or well being as he worked himself closer to climax. I feared that I had may have bitten off more than I could chew, especially once Jimmy's partner appeared in the doorway rubbing his crotch and asking "what's goin on in here?"
"Sloppy seconds!" was all Jimmy said, as he came violently up my ass, twisting turning and shouting out loud as he poured his thick potent fluids into me. I was forced to submit as he drained his dick off in my ass, then pulled out and started wiping it off with a paper towel. "You want some of this, or what?" he asked his friend stepping back to give him a clear view of my battered ass.
"Naw man, not into fuckin dudes. Thought you might've had a girl in here or somethin." said the young attendant, still nursing a half erection.
"This better than pussy, man. Tighter! Hotter! Look at this shit!" defended Jimmy, trying to justify fucking me. He pushed my over the desk top and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my well stretched and fucked asshole. "Look at this, man! That's PURE PUSSY right there!" he declared. His friend nodded his head in agreement, his dick stiffening harder in his jump-suit as he watched my asshole stretch open wetly, gooey with a mixture of Jimmy's and Dan's cum. "You tellin me you can look at that, and not want to fuck it?" he asked, taunting his horny friend. "And I've already got him good and lubed up, all you gotta do is stick your dick in. He won't complain. No one'll know. Just us."
That seemed to be all the saleing point the young attendant (whose name was Len) needed, as he quickly agreed, crossed the room, pulled out his hefty 7 inch meat, and shoved it easily up my open ass.
"That's it man! Fuck that pussy!" encouraged Jimmy.
The attendant was no more gentle than Jimmy was. I suppose he wanted to prove his manhood by showing that he could fuck the shit out of me too, but after taking Jimmy's beer-can thick dick, taking the attendant's more normal 7" was much easier.
Jimmy went back out to the booth to cover for his buddy. The attendant had me bent over the desk, holding me by the hips as he humped into my ass. He groaned and grunted, calling me degrading names to remind me that I am nothing more than a "low-life faggot" to his manhood. It was apparent I was the first guy he'd ever fucked. And it was also apparent that he wasn't expecting my ass to feel this good to him. I could hear the surprise appraisals through his moans. Not surprisingly however, it didn't take long before he came inside my ass, mixing his seed with Jimmy's in a series of violent fits. After he came, he slowly pulled out and tucked his softened dick away, staring me over hard as if to curse me out. He left without a word as I fastened my clothes. It would hard trying to keep the dual loads inside after the terrible stretching Jimmy dished. But I made my way back up to my office floor, cleaning myself as best I could in the exec's washroom before Dan caught me in my office.
"Lunch was good, how about Chinese tomorrow?" he asked, popping his head in my office.
"Okay." I answered.