Office Encounter
This has true elements...But hey, who cares? ENJOY!
I arrived at my office this morning only to find the door locked. "Shit." Not a good start to a already too busy Friday. Funny enough, it's only busy for me. No one else works on Fridays; but with our magazine needing to be completed and me being the only graphic designer, that means I work.
Let me take a second to describe myself: I'm 33, 5'10",140lbs, short gelled brown hair (combed over, mad men style), bright blue eyes, 6" cut. I consider myself bi, and prefer to bottom.
Well, I get back into my car and wait. SOMEONE has to show up. Sure enough, about thirty minutes later a car pulls up. Now, I just started at this company. We work in a building with several other small companies, so I don't know all the other tenants. This guy gets out of his car and I about came then and there. Older, about 6'4", and solid. Obviously either ex-cop or military. He looks at me and I motion to the door, he nods, walks to the door, unlocks it and goes in. Well, at least that's going for me.
I gather my computer and go on up. I set up and get to work... Try not to think about this perfect example of a man's man down he hall and no one else here. I can feel myself twitching.
After a few hours, I need to get up and walk around. Just stretch my legs. I realize that I also need to get a key so I can lock up this evening when I leave. I was told there was a guy in the corner office that has or makes the keys. So I figure I'll walk down and ask... TOTALLY not just an excuse to talk to him and/or get a better look. TOTALLY not that. ;P
Sure enough he's sitting there, working and listening to the same radio station as I was. Touché sexy stranger. I ask him about the key and I was informed he was not the person I was looking for... Much to my chagrin. We did end up making small talk for a bit; what we did and so on. He was an ex-cop. BINGO. He even still worked security and had a job that night, so had his uniform with him. It's then I notice his bag and shirt hanging.
I'm struggling to keep my eyes on his face and not check out every inch of him... Specifically between his legs. I figured I manage pretty good. I tell him I'll let him get back to work and that I need to do the same.
I come back and sit at my desk and attempt to refocus. It's not working. All I can think of is him; imagining what he'd look like naked. Sliding up behind me; or me crawling on top of him and letting him have his way with me. I had to blow off some steam.
I popped up and re-arranged myself for the quick walk to the bathroom that's right down the hall from his office. I go in, close and lock the door and turn on the fan. So, I've found that's the signal here that someone is in the bathroom... Door closed, fan on. Turns out because the handle isn't too reliable.
I sit down and pull out my phone and go directly to tumblr. I know I don't have a lot of time; but want to enjoy it too... I think I'd been in there for just about five minutes when I immediately hear foot steps approach and at the same time the door bursts open! There I sit, raging hard dick in hand, the gayest of porn on my phone and I was too into it to have even hear him approach until it was too late.
I immediately tried to cover myself as we both stammered and made eye contact... and when I saw him looking at me, down at my dick in hand and porn on my phone, then back at my face. He kind of stammered, mumbled a sorry and stepped back out and closed the door.
I was frozen. It was dead silent. "Wait..." I thought. "Why is it silent...? I should hear footsteps walking away..." At that moment, the door knob twisted again and opened.
This time he stepped in, with more authority than I was expecting, and closed the door behind him. Again, I was frozen. Dick still in hand. Porn still playing. Still sitting on the toilet.
He held my eyes. I didn't have to look; I knew what he was doing. I saw his shoulders shift and heard his zipper going down. I stared at his eyes, a hit of a smirk growing on his face. I heard the button to his jeans pop. His eyes then darted down; telling me to look. I obeyed. His beautiful, semi-hard 6" dick was hanging out of his boxer briefs. He never said a word.
I set my phone down without taking my eyes off of it. I kneeled down in front of him and took him in my hand. Feeling the blood rushing to his quickly growing cock; becoming bigger, harder and warmer. I started rubbing his dick all over my face. I licked up and down the sides, coaxing it to it's full potential... Which was worth the work. A beautiful, perfect, thick 8.5" with the sexiest upward curve. It was textbook.
I licked the underside of his shaft from his balls to the tip, playing with his cum hole with my tongue. I looked up to him for permission. He was watching with a knowing grin, knowing how this was going to go... How he had me. He gave me the slightest of nods and I devoured his cock. I could barely get it half way in my mouth before I could feel it in the back of my throat, knocking on my gag reflex. Even if I couldn't take it all the way, I'd make it worth it. I made it as wet and slobbery as possible. I had my whole fist around the fat cock that was not being shoved in the back of my throat; bobbing up and down and jerking him off at the same time, trying to get my reward. He obviously had other ideas.
After several minutes, with a sufficient amount of drool and slobber dripping from his fuck pole, and down my chin, he pulled me off him and told me to follow him. I knew what this meant, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Not just because I was in my office, but trying to think about taking his monster inside me would be a challenge.
He pulls his pants up from his mid thighs, but leaves them un-buttoned and cock flying freely and walks down the hallway towards his office. I do the same and follow; watching his strong, formed and fuzzy ass move down the hall with a purpose.
As we entered his office, he was digging through his bag. I stood in the door way and waited for instructions. He noticed me waiting and motioned me inside and to close the door. I did as I was told and stood behind him, and next to his big wooden desk. He was still digging through is bag; looking for God knows what when he, without looking, just nudged me back against his desk. It was so out of left field, but so powerful. I leaned against his desk, dick still semi-hard in nervous anticipation of what was to come. When he finally turned around, in one hand he had a bottle of lube, and in the other he had a bottle of poppers. This isn't the first time this has happened. What's more impressive, he was still completely hard. Not sure if that made me feel better or worse.
He grabbed my arm and gently, but forcefully, turned me around and bent me over his desk. I felt him climbing over me; his enormous cock snaking between my cheeks, just brushing past my asshole that was already tight with anticipation. I felt his chest and his weight come to bear on my back; his hard abs and hairy chest. "Relax" he breathed/whispered into my ear; and he retreated. Next thing I know, he's kicked off his shoes and taken his pants and boxer briefs completely off; he then bent down and took my shoes and socks off. He slid his hands inside my thighs and pushed my pants and boxer briefs down too. I stepped out of them, still in the same spot, bent over his desk.
He stayed kneeling behind me and started massaging my ass. Spreading my ass and just looking. I felt and heard him bury his face in my ass and just take a deep inhale, followed by a strong, long sigh. His left hand kept my ass apart as he started licking my ass. His right hand snaked around and started playing with my dick. This guy was good.
He was digging into me. Using his tongue to open me up and playing with my dick to relax me. Feeling him push his tongue into me sent shivers up my back and put me on my tip toes. I was afraid the goose bumps would act like velcro to his face buried in my ass.
He finally pulled back, and taking his hand from my raging hard, and leaking dick, and grabbed the lube. Still kneeling, he pushed my lower back, and I automatically bent all the way over, in half, on his desk.
I heard him open the lube and waited; then the familiar feeling of the cold lube running down my crack, making it's way to it's destination. His finger caught a drop that had overrun it's target; he scooped it up and applied it directly to my opening and started to push in. I was so relaxed and horny, there was no resistance. My ass practically ate his finger. He worked it in and out several times, working the lube in and, I think, just enjoying the view. I know I was enjoying the feeling. I heard the lube bottle pop again, and felt the cold again. This time, two fingers pushing in. I willingly and desperately granted greedy access to my ass. I could feel it stretching me open, but he had worked me so well, it was a tightness that was exciting and felt good. He was digging his fingers in me, knuckle deep. Twisting and turning, pulling them out and pushing them back in while twisting to make sure I was loose.
My eyes were closed, I was in heaven. I was dribbling pre-cum on his floor and panting like a bitch in heat. I needed his cock in me. I wanted him to cum in me so hard. I was sweating just thinking about it.
I felt him remove his fingers and heard his knee pop as he stood. I knew it was time. I heard the bottle of lube pop open again, and I opened my eyes and looked behind me. He was admiring his cock while working lube all over it when he noticed me watching. He stopped, and locked my eyes. He slightly nodded at me; I'm not sure if that was a question or asking for permission or just telling me what he was going to do... But I nodded back.
I felt his warmth as he stepped up behind me. He leaned forward and sat the bottle of lube on the desk next to me on the right. I could feel him getting closer to me, the anticipation was making want to scream "FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!"... but I knew that's not what he wanted. He wanted things on his time, his schedule and I was there to comply. I felt him slip the big head of his cock against my already wet and open hole. I started clenching, trying to coax it in, to feel it filling me up. He leaned forward again and grabbed the bottle of poppers, put it under my nose and popped the top. I inhaled deeply. He slowly and forcefully pushed his thick cock inside me in one thrust, which caused me to inhale even more; but sigh at the same time. The fullness was something I haven't felt in a long time. I could've sworn he was poking my stomach. It was hot, it was tight and the best feeling I've just about ever had, until he pulled out. He pulled out so slowly, it almost hurt. The emptiness was painful. Something I'd never experienced before. He pulled all the way until just the head was in, and methodically forced himself back inside me. My sigh of pleasure/pain I know enticed him, as he made a gruff chuckle.
He started with a fairly slow pace. Rocking us both back and forth as he stretched me open. He'd pull back and put me on my heels, and thrust forward that brought me to my tip toes again, gasping for air and grunting in pleasure. He placed on hand on my hip, to keep us aligned and he laid his pipe in me, and the other on my back to keep me flat against his desk. I could feel his thighs slapping against mine, sweating and making us both wet. I wanted to cry out, dirty talk, but withheld. It was so animalistic with both of us just grunting, sighing and making noises as he pummeled me.
He started to slow down, much to my displeasure. He slowed his pace way down... Was he trying to stop from cumning? He would bury himself deep in me, and then push harder. Pushing his dick back in me, and hitting me right in my prostate. He did this twice before I had to stop him. "I don't want to cum yet..." I said as I stopped him. He seemed surprised, but a sly smile came across his face.
He pulled out of me, after which I let out a whimper I didn't even know I could make. He pulled me up and turned me around, facing him. Our dicks bumping into each other. I grabbed them both, his so hot, thick, full and wet/slick against mine that was as hard as it had ever been, and bone dry, except the tip, which was leaking like a faucet. I only got a few strokes in when, out of no where, he picked me up under my arms and sat me on the edge of his desk. I maintained possession of his dick, and kept stroking it... There wasn't any way on earth I was going to let this gift not finish it's job.
He casually put his hand against my chest and pushed me back. I, reluctantly, released his rod, but knew he'd give it back to me in a few seconds. I laid back, legs spread but still hanging down, and dick pointing directly at me ready to explode. He grabbed my left leg and heaved it on his shoulder; followed by my right. He grabbed my hips and pulled me ever-so-slightly to the edge of his desk, so my still well lubed ass was just barely hanging off. My hands rested on my chest and stomach, waiting for him to invade me again.
He looked down and took a half step forward... I felt he head at my entrance and I smiled. He pushed. There was no resistance. He slid balls deep instantly into sloppy hole. Again, he smirked and gruffly coughed/laughed. God, was I that predicable? Too easy? Whatever, i didn't care. He was in me and it felt amazing.
He started the same way again. A slow steady rhythm of him fucking me so deliciously. As easily as he had slid back into me, I still felt the tightness from when we had first started. I wanted to get as much of him inside me as possible... I reached down and pulled my ass apart, hoping for an extra centimeter of his dick could fit inside me and make me feel that much better. His hands were holding my hips, to keep from pushing me across his desk. He impaled himself fully in me, then reached down with his hands, took my hand and placed them on the edge of the desk. He wanted me to hold myself steady against his strong, forceful fucking.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip and grabbed his desk. He pulled my legs down so that I was in a squatting position, on my back, and began to lay into me. I thought about how I had to have looked on that desk; spread eagle like the bitch I was, this man forcing his 8.5" cock in me and me just wanting more.
He pushed my knees up and back, nearly touching my biceps and began pounding into me. I could feel his balls slapping my curled up ass, my shoulders being dug into the hardwood desk, my fingers straining every time he pushed me forward and they desperately trying to hold on so he'll stay inside me that much longer. His hips were slapping hard into me, I could feel every hot inch of his dick sliding in and out of me and that's when it happened... He tilted my knees down just a bit, thrust into me a bit of a higher angle and found the button inside me again. My eyes flew open as it rocketed waves of pleasure through me. I wanted to stop him because I knew I'd cum quickly, but I never wanted it to end and I was afraid if I let go, he'd fuck me across the table and take his precious dick out of me. So I held on tight as I locked eyes with him and finally grunted like an animal at him, "YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME RIGHT THERE!!"
It was all a flash. Three more strong, fast, powerful thrusts I felt him bear down hard on top of me, grinding his dick head directly on my prostate. I realized he was cumming in me. I literally could feel his balls drawing up, and his cum moving down his balls deep fuck stick and begin to coat my insides. It was too much. I started cumming too. Every time he would spray me down, he push forward and into me just a bit, pushing my prostate and causing me to cum harder. I believe he dumped a good six to seven wads deep in me. I assume that, because that's about how many times cum shot from me. It landed all over me. It started on my face and all the way down my chest to the last little bits dribbling out of my still hard, but spent dick.
He leaned back and let out a big sigh. I kept holding my legs up; I still didn't want him out of me. He looked down at me. Covered in cum. And smiled. "Don't pull out yet. I want you to stay in me a while. Please," I said. I then wrapped my legs around him, squeezed him with my legs and started milking with my ass. He was surprised I think, because I had a gasp and kind of half shut his eyes. He opened them again and nodded. I could see him scanning the room. He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me up to him. My legs, still wrapped around him. It was an odd position I'd never been in...and I realized, he's still hard. Not as hard, but hard. He wasn't going anywhere. Thankfully.
He wrapped his big, sweaty arms around me and picked me up... Talk about surprised! Again, a first. He walked me around his desk, me still squeezing on his cock to try and get some more juice, as well as keeping him as hard as possible, and proceeded to sit down in his desk chair. It's a rather large chair; so I unwrapped my legs as he sat, and my knees ended up on either side of him, snuggly, but with room, and my feet hanging off the end of the chair. He slid down a bit, so it was more comfortable for us both.
Apparently, it was very comfortable for him. I guess as we were trying to get situated, my squeezing and a bit of moving up and down... He had gotten harder again. Again, not totally 100%... but more than just a few minutes ago. Was this man a robot? This wasn't real. It actually caught me by surprise when he poked inside me and I wasn't expecting it. I shot a look to him, then down, then back up to him with a perplexed look on my face. He looked at me, smirked, and simply nodded. My mouth dropped. I had to remind myself to close it.
So I did what came naturally. I started slowly rocking back and forth. Keeping the pace slow and steady, bringing the monster back to life. Feeling it get totally hard inside me nearly made me cum then and there. Before long, I could lean all the way forward, and his again fully hard cock would be all the way out, except the head. I'd tease him now. Leave just the head in and squeeze a bit. Then slowly slide back down on him. I wanted us both to feel every inch creep inside of me. I kept alternating from a steady, rhythmic rocking gyrations to straight bouncing up and down on his cock.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself; riding on his cock, grinding it inside of me and feeling all the little places inside me it could touch and how'd it make me feel. Then bouncing up and down hard and fast, bringing us so close to the edge, then sitting down and rocking again.
I didn't want it to end... but during one of my grinding sessions, I found my button again. It shot me up, and caused me to grip his cock so tight it surprised him too. I didn't want it to end... So I started to bounce again; just enjoying the ride, when he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on him. I flipped my eyes open and looked at him puzzled. "Make us cum." I almost did. It was the most sexual thing I'd ever heard, and it was said so plainly but directly. I nodded.
I sat down on him, reaching back and simply stroking his balls as they rested against me... Hoping they had more for me. I started grinding. Being on top, not getting fucked silly, I could watch him this time. Though, I was fucking myself silly.. but I digress. As I was grinding, gyrating, trying to find my spot again, I watched his face twitch and contort. I listened to is breathing start to speed up... I knew he was getting close. I though, "But he said, `us'... I gotta finBOOM!!" I found it. I sharply inhaled and gripped again. He grunted and grabbed my hips, pulling me hard on him. I made fast, little grinding actions, rubbing his cock repeatedly against my trigger inside me. Each time, a wave and a involuntary clamp, then an grunt from him... Then, finally, a very long "UUUGGGGGHHHHHHnnnnnnnnn" and I felt it again. AGAIN. He was dumping his second load inside me within twenty minutes. It pushed me over the edge too. I pushed down and hunched over and the orgasam racked my body. Cum erupting straight up between us. I could feel his cum just sticking against me inside, filling me up even more and making me hotter. He grabbed me, pulling me forward and reached his arms under mine, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down harder on top of him as we came. My cum, splashing up between us, against our chests and stomachs. Making me cum harder as he seemingly tried to crawl in me, dick first.
The pulsing slowed, the breathing became less ragged, and soon we were a just a sweaty, cum covered pile of two men, joined cock in ass.
We were spent. He leaned us slowly back in his chair, his dick still inside me, and I laid against him. I listened to him breathing, until I feel asleep on him.
I'm not sure how long I was asleep for; but I woke up when I felt a familiar sensation. Somehow, this stud had managed to not slip out of me. I felt him getting hard...again...
To be continued?
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