Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2009 18:33:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com> Subject: Corporate Cockpleasers 4 Corporate Cockpleasers -- Part Four By Beautiful Creamer The Life of a 62nd-Floor Courtesan Hans Schickelgruber kissed Dan Stiffman's drooling cockhead slowly and lovingly one last time, licked the last drop of man's cream from the Dan's pouty peelips, and lay back. Savoring the taste of the thick, hot load he had just swallowed. "Ach, Mr. Stiffman! That was a really big load! I think the six hours I just let you sleep were good for you. Or do you just love Hans so much that your `man's things' made me a big breakfast? [giggle]" Dan Stiffman, president of Amalgamated Global Widgets, smiled at the gorgeous twinklet. The boy was a stunner. Was he 12 years old yet? If so, just barely. So effing beautiful. Blond curls. Icy blue eyes. A true Aryan angel. Plucked from a farm outside Stuttgart by Amalgamated Global Widgets Executive Club Talent Scout Gunther Fickbub. Gunther was due for a big bonus for finding this little liebchen. Hans had only been at AGW for one month and he was already a great favorite among the club's unspeakably fortunate members. Including Dan and AGW board chairman, Harry Stuffwell. Dan was half in love with the little sweetie. And was even considering ordering his head concierge, Geoffrey Lovebum, to waive the almost-sacred "three-day rule" for Dan and Hans. Bad idea. And Dan knew it. No boy was allowed to "be with" any man more often than once every three days. It was a good rule -- designed to protect against the club's greatest threat -- possessiveness. Didn't want a member falling head-over-cock in love with a specific boy. Jealous-hating any other man who dared touch HIS boy! Leading to dissension among the strongest senior leadership team in the Western World. Destroying not only a good thing -- but the greatest thing in the world. The harem of 30 or so delicious boys who eagerly pleased their men. Meeting every need of the 22 or so club members. Every need. To be honest, Dan wasn't sure if Geoffrey would ever break the three-day rule. Even if it were a direct order from Dan himself. Geoffrey was the real leadership of the club. Dan was just a member, as far as Geoffrey was concerned. Ultimately, Dan was OK with that. Though he certainly looked forward to his "overnights" with Hans. Every three days. Dan wasn't idle during the intervening two days. AGW President Stiffman spent the vast majority of his off-duty time fucking the world's most beautiful, cock-hungriest, young boys. The lucky duck. Though he didn't consider himself very lucky at that moment. He wanted to lie in bed with Hans all day, but Dan had to get to work in 45 minutes. Work was only a three-floor elevator ride away. Like all but two or three club members, Dan lived on either the 63rd or 64th floor of the AGW Tower. The boys, concierges and boykeepers lived on the 62nd floor, Dan was amazed that any club member would choose to maintain the illusion of "family man." Living with a wife. Sneaking off to see Geoffrey to arrange a quickie with a breathless little angel whenever it was possible. Bradley Hotspunk, the newest member of the AGW Executive Club was a fine example of doing the right thing. When young Bradley was promoted to VP and shown the delights of the top three floors, the man immediately broke off his engagement to his high-school sweetheart, moved out of his apartment and got to the serious business of boyfucking. Smart man. Dan had just enough time for a shower. A fucking shower, with Hans pressed up against the shower door as Dan plowed the boy's bottom with his thick, soapy cock. Dan LOVED how Hans squealed and gasped out, "Oh, Mr. Stiffman! Fuck me! Fuck your pretty boyfriend!" The boy was so exciting that Dan never had to be late for a meeting downstairs because Dan was having "offload difficulties." Hans made a man drop his cargo quickly and thoroughly so that Dan could get to work on time. Dan did just that. Kissing Hans goodbye at the elevator on the boy's floor -- 62 -- then off to the world of competitive widgetry. Hans sighed. What a sweet man. And a great fucker. Six weeks earlier, Hans couldn't have imagined that he would be in New York. Six weeks earlier, Hans didn't even know he "liked" men. Though he strongly suspected, from the way they looked at him, that men "liked" Hans. Now he was one of a platoon of "corporate courtesans" for twenty-some randy, older men. Not that there's anything wrong with that. After Dan left, Hans went to his room to relax and reflect. Hans had a nice room -- like an upscale hotel chamber. In-suite bath. Big, fluffy, king-sized bed. Maid service. Actually the boykeepers, like that hunky Bruno, did all the cleaning and sheet-changing. And food-deliveries -- anything the boys wanted, whenever they wanted it. All the boys had to do was stay pretty and fuck. Not a bad life. Hans was tired. The men were such animals. In a good way. They would all rather fuck than sleep. Who wouldn't? Hans thought about breakfast, but wasn't really hungry yet after all that hot protein he had just swallowed. The pretty boy looked at himself in the mirror. He was naked of course -- a condition in which he found himself more often than not. Hans liked what he saw. And knew why the men adored him. He was scrumptious! Better than a sachertorte mit schlagsanne. He was slim without being skinny. His nipples were dark brown, nearly two inches in diameter, and erect as a general at his retirement parade. Hans' "boy's things" were a visual and sensual delight. A perfect sissy triumvirate of "tiny bits." A pink, uncircumcised, three-inch peeny and two saucy little "helpers" that manufactured gallons of delicious boy's cream every week. And delivered it more efficiently than any German milkman. But it was Hans' bottom that promised true paradise. And delivered on the vow. Shaped like an inverted "heart," Hans' bottom was plump, pink and pretty. Two sweet globes of male comfort and delight. Men had showered torrents of kisses on them. Then dug their eager tongues into Hans' tight, pink/brown, wrinkled anus. Hans shuddered at that pleasant thought. Men loved "servicing" Hans' pretty "pussy" with their tongues. Which made Hans wonder who was the courtesan for whom? That nice Mr. Geoffrey Lovebum had been so good to Hans. "Matching" the little angel with the nicest, hunkiest, most influential men in the Executive Club. Helping Hans with his English, which was already pretty good. And fucking Hans' pretty bottom off several afternoons when Mr. Lovebum was off-duty. That was why Hans liked to take a little nap in the mornings. Which was his plan that very day. Like many of the boys on the 62nd floor, Hans didn't like to sleep alone. So he called his new best friend Carlos Amorpuero. Carlos was a dusky-skinned, South American beauty who was the perfect yang to Hans' ultra-white-bread yin. Both boys loved being fucked up the yin-yang. Carlos' older brother Felipe was already a great favorite of the Executive Club members. Carlos had been admitted "in residence" because two weeks earlier, his mother reported that her second son, who was not yet 11 years old, had begun shooting his spunk. Geoffrey had the pleasure of verifying that lovely claim. Then graciously welcomed Carlos to the 62nd floor. Twice that very morning. Then welcomed Carlos again before introducing him to the board chair, Mr. Stuffwell that evening. There was a rumor among the boys that there were three younger Amorpuero boys out there, one as young as seven. All ready to move into the 62nd floor once "splashdown" was achieved for each of them. Carlos confirmed that rumor with Hans, during pillow talk after a vigorous, "mid-morning snack" one day. Carlos' English was bad and Hans' Spanish was nil. Yet they communicated superbly. Nearly every day, since there was no three-day rule among the boys. Five minutes after Hans called him, a tasty, naked Carlos joined Hans in his bed. The tired boys kissed sweetly for a few minutes, then fell asleep in each other's arms. There would be time for "tickles" when they awoke. It was 8:11 a.m. At 11:53 a.m., the boys were still asleep. Fucking, after all, is hard work. Who knows how long they would have slept if they hadn't felt Geoffrey get into bed with them. Hans purred when he felt the welcome intruder join Carlos and him. And nuzzled his face into Geoffrey's bare, hairy chest. Hans knew it was Geoffrey because no one else was allowed to enter a boy's room unannounced. Since it had been three days since Geoffrey had fucked Hans, the boy expected Geoffrey sometime that day. Geoffrey was always welcome in Hans' bed. Geoffrey was delighted to find the bed already occupied by Carlos, one of his other "favorites." It was going to be a great midday for Geoffrey. Geoffrey had finished his shift at 6 a.m., had breakfast and settled in for a long nap. He awoke, ready and randy, 30 minutes ago, showered and joined Hans and Carlos in bed. Lucky Hans and Carlos. Lucky Geoffrey. The half-sleepy boys cuddled with Geoffrey, feeling his stiff "man's thing" as Carlos kissed him on the mouth and Hans kissed his way down the man's chest, to his stomach, all the way to his fat prick. One of Hans' many attributes was his ability to make a man feel as if he was gagging Hans as the sissyboy sucked the man's cock. Whether that was a result of Hans' performing arts skills or an irregular gag reflex, we'll never know for sure. But men loved the thought that they were so big "down there" that they gagged their cocksucker. As Carlos deep-kissed Geoffrey's mouth, Hans gave Geoffrey's fat cock the full "it's gagging me!" treatment, practically spitting up when the man spunked up. It's the little things that add so much to the experience. It was Carlos' pleasant duty to reinvigorate Geoffrey's cock, for which he used his hand, his mouth, and, most innovatively, his pretty feet -- rubbing Geoffrey's stiffening pole between his pink toesies until the man was ready and randy. While Carlos was making Geoffrey's "thing" happy, the man was licking and eating a delicious lunch appetizer -- Hans' sweet bottomhole. The boy was squealing out little exclamations in German that may have meant either, "Oh, I'm so wet, fuck me now, Mr. Lovebum" or "Do you think Bayern Muenchen will win the Bundesliga this year, Herr Lovebum?" Geoffrey proceeded under the assumption that it was the former. Carlos stopped sucking Geoffrey's hot piston. Geoffrey spooned up next to Hans and entered the boy with one sharp thrust -- drawing an appreciative gasp, followed by a nice, "fuck me" whimper. Delightful! Then a surprise. As Geoffrey settled in to fuck Hans from behind, Carlos spooned into Hans on the other side -- presenting his fine bum for the pleasure of Han's pricklet. Not what the boys normally did, but Geoffrey encouraged experimentation. Though the "boy sandwhich" is a concept known well before there was an Earl of Sandwich. As Geoffrey fucked Hans' excellent pootie, Hans fucked Carlos' excellent pootie. Though Hans's boycock was far smaller than Geoffrey's, it still clipped the randy Carlos' tender prostate. And Hans enjoyed the sublime pleasures of being both the fucker and the fucked. Yum. A good time was had by all. Three beautiful males. Locked in near-mortal sexual combat. Grunting. Writhing. Grinding. Pushing. Moaning. Then spermic explosions! Hans. Carlos. Followed closely by Geoffrey. Sweet! After some loving kisses and promises of imminent reunion, the three separated and went back to their rooms to shower. Even two courtesans and a head concierge have to eat lunch. If they didn't eat, where would the protein for the spermies come from? Lunch was served from 11 to 2, and was usually offered in the small dining hall on the 62nd floor. Everyone had to shower off their orgasmic stink before eating. Clothes were optional and almost never worn. Hans was pleased to see many of his new friends. Perfect, delectable boys from all over the world. That day, Hans sat with Veejay, a young beauty from Mumbai. He had the prettiest, darkest eyes Hans had ever seen. As well as the tiniest prick -- barely two inches when erect. Which many men thought was maddeningly sexy, though others liked their loverboys to be "well-equipped." Veejay's cocklet was very dark, almost black, which made the pink head, when the foreskin was retracted, look even cuter. There was something for everyone at The AGW Executive Club. After lunch, Hans attended English class with his tutor, a boykeeper named Fred. Hans thought Fred was sexy and he had granted Fred many "favors" before. But Geoffrey didn't want the boys cumming after 3 p.m. But the rule didn't mean that Fred had to "suffer," so Hans got on his knees and sucked the man off with loving skill. The 3 p.m. restriction was Another good rule. When the members got off work, they wanted their boys to be ready and randy. That evening, Geoffrey had matched Hans for the first time with Mr. Bradley Hotspunk, the newest and youngest club member. The thought of spending a night with a young, thus extra-spunky, executive thrilled Hans. Of course the prospect of fucking always thrilled Hans. But this could be special. Even though Mr. Hotspunk had made a "special request." Hans thought it was an odd request, but who was he to judge? The men were the masters and Hans love that arrangement. Around 5:30, Hans ate a snack, then prepared himself according to his lover-du-soir's request. The lovely boy took the elevator to the 63rd floor, walked to the door of suite 6310, and waited for precisely 6:15 p.m. He felt a little odd. It wasn't that he had been asked to liberally lubricate his bottomhole with Spermbutt anal lubricant. Many of the men, especially the new members, wanted that. It was a shame really, since eating out your boy before you fuck him adds a lot of intimacy, thus enjoyment, to the fuck. The odd part was what he was wearing. Almost all the men wanted Hans in some sort of panty -- boyish and sometimes girlish. He was OK with that. They wanted to undress their lovers and, as former hetero men, the panty concept was familiar. But that night, Hans was wearing a pink, very brief, babydoll nightie, that barely covered his belly button, leaving his pink bits exposed. Mr. Hotspunk, who had had a fiancée until a few weeks earlier, was apparently still pretending that the pretty boys were pretty girls. Hans drew the line at wearing make-up (even just lipstick) and stockings, so once the nightie was off, it would be man fucking boy anyway. So if that floated Mr. Hotspunk's boat, Hans would go along. As Hans watched the hallway digital clock flip to 6:14, he wondered about his family back in Germany. Mutti (mother) and Hans's younger brothers Willi (age 9) and Stefan (age 7) had moved to a beautiful, fully-paid-for home in a tony part of Stuttgart. Herr Fickbub, that man who "recruited" Hans, was so nice to Mutti. And he hinted that he would be even nicer if Willi and Stefan, who were showing excellent signs of being 62nd-floor material, would join Hans when their spunk was up. Just so Mutti was provided for, the good son thought. Then he saw the clock display 6:15. So he knocked. And smiled broadly at the sexually ravenous Mr. Hotspunk, who hadn't spermed in over 12 hours! And whose fiercely erect cock showed it. The naughty man wasn't wearing any clothes! It's always the youngest men who showed the least restraint, Hans had learned. Hans was unsure about whether restraint was a virtue. But he did like a big, thick, hard cock staring moistly at him. And Mr. Hotspunk had one of those. "You look lovely, my darling," Mr. Hostspunk said to Hans. "Please come in. May I get you something? A soda? A snack?" Hans looked shyly at the man -- the way men like to be looked at by pretty boys they're about to fuck. Batting his inch-and-a-half-long lashes in Mr. Hotspunk's direction. "No thank you, sir. I'm not hungry, but I'm a little tired. Could I just lie down for a moment?" Mr. Hotspunk's cock twitched noticeably. The AGW sissyboys were all accomplished little flirts. And cockteasing that develops into cockpleasing is a rare and cherished virtue. The man gulped and said, "Of course, sweetheart. I can see that you're all dressed for bed anyway. In that pretty nightie." Mr. Hotspunk gasped as Hans sissied past him -- giving the man his first view of Hans' stunning derriere. Within the hour, the man thought, my cock will be encased in that delicious sheath. How did I ever get so lucky? Hans was thinking, within half and hour, that big cock will be rubbing against my "boy's place," giving me a ball-draining, shuddering, anal orgasm. How did I ever get so lucky? The truth was in between -- 46 minutes. Following some excellent foreplay. Beginning with the best nipple adoration Hans had ever experienced. Hans entered the man's bedroom and lay on his back, on the bed. The boy's nightie was so short that all his "boy's things" were in clear, libido-exploding view. As he always was when with a man, Hans was excited. Visibly excited. Not the least of which by the inherent dangers of submission to a man who was allegedly "civilized" and "safe," but who knew what sort of "Mr. Hyde" would emerge when the manspunk started flying? Hans sneaked a look at Mr. Hotspunk, who seemed to be either considering his plan of attack, saluting his good fortune or pausing to avoid premature ejaculation. All solid reasons for a respite. The intermezzo was happily brief. Mr. Hotspunk lay on his left side, on Hans' right and set his right hand over the boy's belly button. "You really are exquisitely beautiful. Completely and heartbreakingly gorgeous." The kind of thing no sissyboy can hear often enough. Hans pushed his pelvis up, trying to rub his needy little cocktip against the man's hand. He hoped the man wouldn't be one of those "If I touch his cock I'm gay" types. Before that diagnosis could be confirmed or disproved, Mr. Hotspunk lifted his hand and gently gripped the hem of Hans' pretty, pink babydoll with his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, the man drew the hem of the boy's nightie up along his perfect body, all the way to his large, erect, brown, boyish nipples. Exposing the sweet "perties" to the man's lust. More specifically to Mr. Hotspunk's warm lips, both of which attached themselves to the pretty boy's left lovenub. When the man slid his wet tongue through his teeth and touched merely the tip of it on Hans' mini-tittie, the boy arched his back and heaved five thick arcs of boy's cream skyward. And that was just the beginning. Mr. Hotspunk allayed every concern that the man would be in "gay denial" when he temporarily abandoned Hans' nipple to slowly, lovingly lick up all of Hans' tasty boy juices. Which meant he ended up licking most of Hans' skin above the waist -- including the boy's pretty, blond hair. When that pleasant task was accomplished, the boy was "in a state" yet again. So when Mr. Hotspunk set about the full and earnest adoration of Hans' nipples, young Hans pumped out yet another creamy tribute to Eros. Mr. Hotspunk could have probably kept that cycle going all night. But it was his turn to spunk up. And the boy was just so darned fuckable. So he fucked him. Mr. Hotspunk slid two pillows under Hans' hips -- the boy still on his back. He knelt between Hans' legs, leaned over to kiss the boy's tiny prickhead, then wriggled into fucking position. Mounting the boy. Noting with pleasure the lust and apprehension in Hans' eyes. The boy's bottom was already well-buttered and Hans was an experienced fuck-puppy. So the insertion was relatively easy. But man-boy anal sex is never easy-peasy. It was still a big cock going into a little hole. Which is why it feels so darned good once it's in. Mr. Hotspunk was in. He was fucking his blazing-hot, 62nd-floor courtesan. And the courtesan was genuinely enjoying it. A boy can't fake an orgasm, after all. The boy was faking nothing. Not the whimpering or the begging to be fucked harder. He was enjoying it all. And so was Mr. Hotspunk. A lot. Every long, slow, delicious stroke. Every agonizing clip of the boy's prostate. Making the boy courtesan scream in ecstasy yet again. Filling the boy courtesan's bottomhole with what every pretty boy wants -- a big cock spurting thick man's cream into his inner guts. Life was good for Hans Schickelgruber. And the men who loved him. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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