Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 11:08:44 -0800
From: Stallion <stallion8@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy CEO

I had only been working in my new job for 3 months. So far, I really liked
it. It felt like a good fit, at least for now. My co-workers were pretty
chill and easy to get along with. Even though it was a big corporate giant,
the work culture was relaxed for the most part. I worked in IT which I
really enjoyed. It meant I got to work with a lot of people throughout the
company and they generally seemed appreciative of my talents. That's one of
the cool things about IT...I had skills and knowledge that others lacked,
even the corporate bigwigs who were way higher up the food chain.

Generally, I had a good deal of freedom at work. I could relax and fuck
around if nothing major was going on so long as I was there when something
did happen that needed my attention. I worked an early morning shift
starting at 5am, which meant that I often had a lot of down time and not a
lot of people around. It was great because I could sometimes get a little
of my homework for school done. I had just started my first college class
and I was really trying to stay ahead of things as best I could. I wasn't
entirely sure what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew I needed a good
solid education to help me move ahead. I guess I would consider myself
ambitious. I mean, I didn't really stress about the future or my career,
but at the same time I knew I wanted more than this and I was wiling to do
whatever it took to move ahead.

I had just gotten to work that morning, quiet as always. I was nursing my
second cup of coffee, trying desperately to wake up. On mornings like this
I really appreciated that I was alone for the most part...I wasn't really
up for social interaction. I was on my cell, just checking Facebook to see
what was going on the world when I heard the help desk queue buzz with an
incoming request. It caught me by surprise because we so seldom got
requests this early. There weren't many people at work yet. I logged on to
the system to retrieve the ticket and couldn't help but smile when I saw
it:

Time		Employee	Location		Request			Status
5:06am		Walden, Gary	Executive Suite	Computer won't start	New

I quickly claimed it before anyone else could see it in the queue, and got
up to get my stuff together. The Executive Suite was in a different
building from us peons, so I'd have to walk over and it was pretty damn
cold. I grabbed by coat, pulled on my hat, grabbed my backpack and headed
out the door. I realized I had forgotten my coffee, but didn't want to go
back for it. I needed to make a good impression.

Mr. Walden was pretty high up in the company. Let's see...he was my boss's
boss's boss's boss.  No, wait. My boss's boss's boss's boss's boss. He was
a Senior Vice President, and reported directly to the CEO. Most people
considered him the second in command and the eventual CEO when Mr. Grayson
retired (which had to be soon...Grayson had to be 100 years old!)  I smiled
thinking about my assignment as I walked briskly through the cold
darkness. I had only seen Mr. Walden a couple of times. He came to our new
hire orientation and spoke about the company. And then I had resolved a few
help desk tickets for his assistant. Even though he had to be making close
to 7 figures, he seemed like a really nice genuine guy, very down to
earth. I mean, it isn't like I had spoken to him or anything, but he just
seemed...ah, hell. He was hot. That was it. He was fucking beautiful.

I got to his building pretty quickly. The parking lot was empty and there
weren't a lot of lights on as I swiped my badge to get in. There was a
security guy at the desk, so I flashed my badge and he waved me in. I got
on the elevator and pressed 8. As the doors closed I took a moment to kind
of pull myself together. I wanted to make a really good impression. I
looked at myself in the mirrored walls of the elevator...not bad, you
know. I was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black
jacket vest, with a nice pair of jeans that fit really really well. I had
gotten a haircut yesterday...a Mohawk, with the sides shaved really
close. Trimmed beard. Yea, looked pretty hot if I do say so myself. I
stared at my nose ring for a moment, wondering if I should take it out. It
was okay to wear at work, but a lot of the more conservative executives
frowned on them. The doors opened. It was too late, so I just left it in.

I exited the elevator, and headed to the executive suite. It was
deserted. Only a few people worked on this floor even during peak
hours...executives and their assistants, mostly. I came to the doors to the
suite, and swiped my badge but it wouldn't work. Well, of course
not. Probably don't want low level people like me just coming and going
from the ivory tower. I didn't see anyone in the suite, but pressed the
buzzer. After a moment I heard a young male voice respond.

"Good morning, may I help you?"

"Hi, it's Michael from IT, here to help Mr. Walden with a computer issue."

The door clicked, and I pushed it open. I stood just inside trying to
decide where to go, when a guy about my age came around the corner. He was
dressed in a shirt and tie, clean cut, wholesome. Thin. Probably somebody's
bitch.

"Good morning Michael, thank you for coming so quickly. Right this way
please."

I followed him towards the back. He stopped at Mr. Walden's door and
knocked.

"Come in" called a deep, husky voice from inside. God, I remembered that
voice. During orientation, I barely heard a word he said because I was kind
of mesmerized by his masculine bass sound. Well, that and his pronounced
bulge. The assistant guy opened the door and stepped partway inside.

"Mr. Walden, Michael from IT is here."

"Send him in."

I walked in, suddenly feeling a few butterflies in my stomach for some
reason. Weird.

"Good morning, Michael. Sorry to call you out so early today but I am
trying to get a report pulled together in time for a meeting this morning,
and of course everything has gone to hell. Never fails, right?"

"It's fine, sir. That's why I'm here. I'm sure I can take care of you
quickly and get you back to work." Hmm. That had been an odd choice of
words, and I suddenly felt my face flush.  Glanced quickly at him to see if
he had noticed anything, and could swear I saw a little bit of a sparkle in
his eyes. God, those eyes. Piercing blue. They would've been the first
thing I'd notice if it weren't for, well, everything else. He was probably
in his early 50's and I really had a thing for older daddy types. His head
was shaved, and he had an amazing beard with just a little bit of gray. He
was a big guy, probably like 6'4". Rocking a dad bod, for sure. He was
wearing a gray pinstripe suite with a navy blue tie and let's just say it
all fit him really well. And yea, there was that famous bulge I remembered
so well.

"So..." he said, his words jarring me back into reality. I realized I had
been standing there staring at him for a few seconds. Ugh. Pull yourself
together, Michael.

I asked him a few quick questions about the computer issue and got to
work. I came over behind his desk and sat in his chair...one of those giant
leather executive chairs. Wow, this was a different world entirely. He came
over and stood next to me as I started to run through my usual checklist.
Cables, power, etc. It was all pretty routine, so my mind wandered around a
bit. I noticed several framed photos on his desk. A beautiful woman, must
be his wife. I had asked around, and damn it, yes, he was straight and
married. Figures. There were lots of kid photos and a really cute drawing
that said "I love my daddy" that had been framed. There was a photo of the
family at the beach, the happy couple, 3 kids, a dog...it was the first
time I had seen Mr. Walden out of a suit. He was wearing a really tight
fitting swimsuit and it showed off his bulge to perfection. No wonder his
wife looked so happy. Damn, bitch. And he had ink! Wow, I never would have
guessed he had a tattoo. He had this awesome tribal sleeve on his right
arm. So fucking hot.

I was glad to see he was hairy. Like, covered in hair. Okay. That's it.
I've found my dream daddy. Everything I want in a man, well, except for the
straight married part. Fuck. Never fails. Although, truth be told that just
made him even hotter.

I glanced over my right shoulder to where Mr. Walden was standing. He was
checking his phone, slightly irritated at something. His crotch was right
at eye level, so I enjoyed the view for a moment. I was trying to decide if
it was all balls, or what. I mean, it was significant. That was like a full
meal for a boy like me. He moved slightly and I quickly looked back to my
work.

"Michael, I'm going to get a cup of coffee...would you like one as well?"

"Yes sir, I would...if it isn't too much trouble."

Mr. Walden picked up his phone and asked his assistant to come in.

"Rick, can you get us two cups of coffee please?"

Rick hurried away, and was back in a moment with two cups of coffee...
smelled amazing. He put them down on the bar (yea, he had a bar in his
office!) and went back out to his desk.

"Michael, do you like cream?"

Okay, I admit I choked a little on that one. I was trying to suppress a
giggle. Yea. Coffee.  He means coffee, idiot. But I couldn't help myself.

"Yes sir, a lot of cream." I swear to god I think he smiled a little.

The coffee was great. I'm a bit of a coffee addict, so I know my stuff. I
decided I would show off a little.

"This is great coffee. Is it Kona?"

"Actually, yes it is. You know it well?"

"Yes sir, it's my favorite."

"Mine too. We have a place in Hawaii, so I try to stock up while I'm over
there so I always have it on hand. Glad you like it."

So yea, Hawaii. Of course he has a place there. And of course now I can't
stop thinking about him in that swimsuit, splashing me in the surf, pushing
me down in the sand, mounting me right there on the beach, the sand on my
back, his dick in my...

"So do you think it can be fixed?"  Damn. Back to reality.

"Yes sir, I think the power cable is damaged. Just need to replace it and
hopefully it should work." I got down on the floor and crawled under his
desk. I quickly replaced the cable and made sure everything was connected.
As I did so, Mr. Walden moved over towards the desk and was standing just
beyond my feet. I could see him from the waist down, standing there facing
the desk. That bulge. Damn, how does he get any work done???

As I sat there under his desk admiring that package, I saw his hand reach
down and adjust it. He sort of shifted everything to the right slightly,
and oh my god he was getting an erection. Let me just say, no, it was not
all balls. Holy shit. I wasn't entirely sure what to do, but decided to sit
there and enjoy the view for a moment.  His suit pants fit really well, and
showcased his growing cock nicely. I don't think he was completely hard,
but pretty close to it. It had to be 8 inches and from the faint outline,
it looked really thick. Of course, now my dick was raging hard. I wasn't
sure how I'd explain that away when I emerged.

I sat there for a moment trying to decide what to do. I mean, I knew what I
WANTED to do, but seriously. I wonder how I could signal my interest, just,
you know, in case. But no, I knew he was married and straight, And hell,
even if he did fool around, he could fucking get anyone he wanted,
anytime. I thought about his assistant Rick. I wonder if Rick performs
"other duties as assigned."

As I was thinking all of this, I heard him pick up his phone again.

"Rick, I don't want to be disturbed for now so please hold any calls or
visitors until I let you know."

Hmm. That was odd. Maybe he is going to focus on his report? But why would
he say that now. Unless...well, because of his position I knew he couldn't
really act first. That could be bad if it backfired. So I needed to somehow
let him know I was open to, well, anything. God. Anything. Seriously.
Anything.

I twisted around and began to crawl out form under the desk. He was still
standing right there. I maneuvered so that my face came out from under the
desk right where his crotch was located. I paused, my face inches away from
his massive meat.

He reached down and adjusted it slightly, making sure I could see it in all
its glory.  I kept my eyes focused on it, licking my lips hungrily.

I heard a deep, quiet voice, almost in a whisper "Go ahead son, take it."

My hands were shaking. I reached up and unzipped his suit pants. I looked
up at him to make sure I wasn't dreaming any of this. Those beautiful blue
eyes were staring down at me and he was smiling. I reached my hand into his
fly and felt the warmth of his cock through his underwear. I pulled the
waistband down and slid my hand down the shaft...goddamn, it was massive. I
needed two hands for this. I managed to get his dick and balls out of his
underwear, and coaxed them out of his fly. Shit. There it was. God, if he
knew how many times I had jerked off dreaming about his cock...

He was now standing there in front of me in his suit, his zipper down, and
a fat 8 ½ inch slab of meat standing straight up. And god was it
thick. It surpassed all of my fantasies. I touched it, caressed it, tweaked
it. It was an incredibly pretty dick, if that makes sense. A perfectly
shaped cock head, a thick meaty shaft, fat nuts, a hot ginger bush...
incredible. I leaned in and nuzzled my face into his pubes and took a deep
breath. The smell of his manhood was intoxicating. I rubbed my beard all
over it, trying to take on his smell. He groaned a little, and arched his
back.

His hands found their way to my head, and he grabbed my hair. A Mohawk has
distinct advantages!  He pulled me to face his hard cock, and rubbed the
thick head across my lips. I whimpered a bit...I was so hungry for this. My
lips parted slightly and the tip of my tongue reached out and tasted his
cock. Holy fuck, it was amazing. The smell, the taste, the size...god, this
was a fucking fantasy some true.

I opened my mouth and began to take his cock. It was a bit of a
challenge. I mean, I'm no novice. I've been told I'm a damn good
cocksucker. A lot of guys tell me they just can't get off with a blowjob,
but I am always happy to prove otherwise. But this was thick. It pushed
deeper and deeper into my throat. He held me grasping my hair. It was kind
of a weird combination of forceful and gentle. He kept slowly pushing in
until my nose hit his pubes. He held it there for a moment. Honestly, I
couldn't breathe. It filled my throat. I really couldn't breathe. Oh
god. But just as I started to get anxious, he began to pull out slowly. He
fucked my mouth like that for a good 4 or 5 minutes, just loosening up my
throat, getting me all worked up and used to the size.

I moved out from under the desk a little further. He backed up as I did,
until his back was against the window. I got slightly more aggressive and
began to take charge of his cock. I hungrily swallowed it, using my tongue
to caress it as it plunged down my throat. He groaned loudly as I took it
all, every inch.

I pulled off of it, and licked the head. I could tell it was driving him
crazy. I slid my tongue inside the slit, teasing him. I bit gently on his
cockhead, making his entire body quiver. I worked it over good, alternating
patterns and rhythms. I could see him getting hotter and hotter. He was
moaning and breathing heavy. I could feel his body tense, so I knew I was
getting him close. I picked up the pace, and began to slam down on his cock
hard. I had him against the wall and put all of my weight into taking his
fat dick down my throat. I knew I had him where I wanted him and it was
time to make him deliver. I grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in
deep...I felt his hands grabbing at me wildly, one hand grasping my hair
again, and the other grabbing the side of my face. His moans grew
louder. Louder. He was almost there.

I relinquished control and let him take charge again. He grabbed my hair
with one hand and my throat with the other, fucking my face as hard as he
could. He was pounding me.

"Fuck yea, bitch. Swallow that fucking cock. Take that fucking big dick
down your throat like a goddamned whore."

He was getting into it now. I could tell it was driving him crazy.

"You're gonna drink that fucking load for me. Drink every fucking drop,
baby."

His body was heaving, heavy breaths, back arched. He thrust in one more
time and screamed out "fuck yea, bitch, drink it like a goddamned whore..."

With that, he erupted in my throat. His load rushed from his cock, and I
hungrily swallowed as fast as I could. It was amazing. There was so much
cum. He kept pushing it in, with each blast of juice, forcing it down my
throat. I kept sucking, trying to get it all. He slowed down the thrusts
and his breathing quieted down. He kept his hand on my face as I nursed the
last drops from him. I finally pulled back, and he gasped as his cock
popped from my mouth.

That taste was incredible. And his smell was all in my beard. I sat for a
moment, savoring what had just happened. He was still leaned back against
the window with his eyes closed. I stood up, and awkwardly wondered what I
should do, or if I should say something. I got my stuff together quickly,
and started to walk towards the door.

"Michael, where are you going."

"Um, well, I was going back to work. Your computer is fine now, and well,
we're done and all, so..."

"Michael, you're not done."

"I'm sorry sir? Did I forget something?"

"Come over here."

I walked back over to the desk, suddenly worried that I had screwed up
something. I was pretty sure the computer was fine. Was he haven't straight
remorse? Suddenly regretting that he let me suck him off? Was I going to be
in trouble for this? I knew it wasn't my fault, but I also knew that if
shit goes down, the little guys always take the fall.

I got over to his desk where he still stood, leaning against the
window. His dick was still hanging ot of his suit pants, sticky and wet
from the blowjob. I felt my dick surge at the sight of it. I have no idea
how, but that fat monster was still as hard as ever.

I stood in front of him for a moment, taking it all in. God he was hot. And
yea, see that dick? I sucked that! I sucked off the soon-to-be CEO and I
did a damn good job if I say so myself. So, why was I still here?

"Come here, son." Hearing him call me son made my insides melt. That was my
thing. I was totally a daddy's boy, and hearing this hot, powerful man call
me son made me feel incredible.

I walked up closer to him, and his hands reached out to my neck. He pulled
me into him, and his mouth devoured mine. T\It was the most aggressive and
sensual kiss I had ever felt. One of his hands closed tightly around my
neck...almost too tight. The other hand was behind my head, holding me
right where he wanted me. He kissed me with a fiery, masculine passion that
was driving me crazy. His tongue thrust into my mouth and down my
throat. His lips sucked on mine, and his teeth grazed gently across my
mouth. I bit his lower lip lightly, and felt his grip tighten around my
neck as I did. He clearly liked it. I could feel his hard, fat cock pushing
up against my crotch, and my hands found their way down to it. I squeezed
the fat meat with one hand, and stroked his balls with the other.

"Take off your clothes, son" he whispered into my ear. I've never undressed
so quickly in my life. I practically ripped my clothes off while he just
stood there, watching. Smirking.

I stood before him, completely naked. I think I looked pretty damn hot. My
dick was sticking straight up in the air, with my nuts swinging below. I'm
more of a cub, I guess...a little bit of hair on my chest, but not a
lot. Still, I've never had any complaints. I'm pretty proud of my body.

"You know, son...we look a little bit alike. I noticed that the first time
I saw you in orientation."

My heart skipped a beat. He had noticed me in orientation. Oh shit.

"You're probably, what, 24? 25?"

"I just turned 26, sir."

"Nice. About half my age. That's what I figured. We have similar builds,
and similar features. I saw you there and thought you could totally pass
for my son."

"Well, um, thank you sir. That's quite a compliment coming from you, sir. I
had to admit, I was, um, kind of distracted while you were talking to us."

"Distracted? How so?"

"Well, sir, I kept thinking about, well, um...kind of what we just did..."

"Well then, I'm glad we were able to make that happen. I know I enjoyed
it."

All this time I was standing there, naked, while he stood there with his
dick hanging out of his pants. I still had no idea what I was doing, or
where this was heading. He started to move towards me. I backed up
slightly, until I was up against his desk.

"Sit down, son." I moved towards the chair when he stopped me. "No, on my
desk. Sit down."

I sat on the edge of his desk. It was pretty damn cold against my bare ass,
but I didn't complain. I had been sweating so much, it was a nice relief.

He moved in closer to me and was standing between my legs. He leaned in and
pulled my head to his chest. Even through his suit, I could smell him. He
didn't wear cologne or deodorant or anything, that I could notice. It was
just a raw, hot, manly smell. It was fucking amazing. I breathed it in
deeply, wanting to get under his shirt to rub my face in it. God, this was
incredible.

He lifted my face up and began to kiss me again, with one hand tight around
my neck. He clearly enjoyed that choking sensation and I have to say it was
kind of hot. It scared me a little, but also turned me on. His other hand
came down and spread my legs. His fingers pushed back to find my hole.

I felt his index finger stroking my tight pink ass, making me crazy. He
continued to kiss me forcefully, as his fingers began to tease my ass.

"Fuck, that boy cunt feels tight" he moaned. He pushed in lightly, feeling
me open up to accommodate him.

He pushed me back so that I was lying on his desk with my ass pushed to the
edge. He pushed my legs up so that my ass was exposed. I closed my eyes,
trying to savor this moment, It all seemed so unbelievable. My head rolled
to one side, and I saw the photo of him and his wife. "Yea, bitch, that big
daddy dick is mine now" I thought to myself.

I was bracing myself, expecting his fat cock to rip my hole apart. I was
intensely surprised when instead I felt his wet tongue push into my hole.

"Holy fuck, daddy!" I cried out, catching myself too late. Would he think
it was weird that I just called him daddy? Shit.

Instead, it seemed to make him a little hornier. He was eating my hole
furiously, burying his face in as far as he could get. His beard felt
amazing scratching against my hole. My ass was puckering wildly.

"Fuck yea, son...give daddy that pussy. Let daddy see that hot boy cunt
open up."

I felt like I was losing my mind, it was so hot. Honestly, I never liked it
when a guy used feminine terms like pussy and cunt with me. But for some
reason, I didn't want it any other way with him. It made me feel incredibly
hot.

He stood up and took his tie off. He was standing between my legs, while I
continued to lie on his desk, my legs wrapping around him. He unbuttoned
his shirt and removed it. God, there was that hairy daddy chest. This was
fucking heaven. And the tattoo was amazing. So sexy, so masculine. He
dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, and I finally could see him
completely naked. This was the guy of my fantasies. This was exactly what I
pictured when I jerked off. A true dad standing here in front of me,
exuding masculinity. The beard, the eyes, the hairy body, the belly, the
cock, the smell...god damn it, this was everything.

I looked at him as he moved back in. Those eyes. I swear he could've done
anything to me, as long as he looked at me with those eyes. He spit into
his hand, and rubbed it on his fat cock. I felt that monster head up
against my asshole, waiting to go in. My ass was dripping wet from his
mouth so it was more than ready. I was just a little worried about the
pain. I hadn't been fucked in a while. Lately I had been mostly topping
guys, and it had been at least a year since I got fucked. Bit god, I needed
it! I certainly wasn't going to stop him...I doubt he would've let me
anyway. So I braced myself and prepared for the shock.  I felt the helmet
of his manhood penetrate the opening of my hole. He groaned loudly as he
entered me. "Oh god son. Goddamn that is a tight cunt."

He stopped for a moment, savoring that first entry. I tried to squeeze my
ass a little, just to show off. He smiled, and arched his back
slightly. Then he began to push in.

"Oh god yes, daddy. Please give it to me" I cried. I had never felt
anything that thick inside me. It completely filled my ass, and stretched
me open. It hurt like fuck, but at the same time it was driving me crazy.

"Yea, boy. You ready for daddy's fat cock?"

"Yes sir. Please, sir. Please give it to me."

He pushed it the rest of the way in. Every inch was inside me now. Holy
fuck it felt intense. He looked down at me as he pushed in, and we locked
eyes. He slowly pulled out and then rammed it back in.

"Oh my god, dad. Yes. Please fuck me hard. Harder daddy. Please."

He began to thrust, pushing it in as deep as he could. My legs were up on
his shoulders so that he could get easier access to my
hole. Deeper. Deeper. He pushed in, driving me wild. He was sweating
profusely, and I could smell his scent. That made me even crazier, and I
begged for it.

"Oh daddy, please give it to me. I need you to breed me. I need you to give
me your seed."

"Fuck yea bitch. Dad is gonna pump his DNA into you, and knock you up like
a goddamned whore."

He was fucking me furiously now. Thrusting in, faster. Harder. Pounding me
like a bitch. I arched my back, raising my ass slightly to give him more
leverage. He took it and got in even deeper.

His dick easily found my prostate, and every time the head of his cock
pushed against it, I felt my body surge with a kind of intense internal
heat. No guy had ever done that to me before. Holy shit, this is what I've
read about in porn stories. So fucking intense!

He knew he was driving me wild, and that made him even more intense. He
reached down and grabbed my throat as he buried his meat in me again. He
tightened his grip, while pounding my ass with all of his strength.

He was looking in my eyes the entire time. It was kind of animal like. It
was an intense, burning look like he almost wasn't there. His hand around
my throat scared me a little, but also felt amazing. Honestly, there was a
moment when I felt like I couldn't breathe and would pass out...but it was
hot. It made the intensity of his thrusts even more incredible.

This entire time I had focused entirely on him. I hadn't even touched my
own dick, which was harder than I had ever seen it. Every time he thrust
into me, it plopped against my stomach.

"Son, I want you to come for dad. I want to see your boy juice explode from
your dick while I'm breeding you."

"Yes sir" I replied, as I grabbed my cock. "I'm really close, I said." I
knew it wouldn't take long...I was so hot, it probably would be out before
I knew it.

"I'm close too, son, but I want to see you shoot first."

That was all it took. I grabbed my dick in my fist, and began to stroke.

"Yea bitch, show daddy what you got. Show daddy that boy juice."

I felt the heat surging through my body. His grip tightened around my
throat, as I groaned...

"Oh my god, oh my fucking gooooooood..." With that, I exploded. My load
shot up into the air, hitting dad's beard. Then his shoulder. Then his
chest. Then his stomach. Then my stomach. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I
don't think I had ever shot that much. There was cum everywhere. I looked
up at dad, and there was cum dripping from his beard. He was grinning
wildly at me.

"Holy fuck, son. That was amazing. I'm so fucking..." With that he let out
a loud, beastly groan "ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" He slammed into me and I felt
his fat cock expanding. His load erupted into my ass, and I could feel it
rush deep inside me. He continued to push it in, making sure every drop
stayed inside me.

"Oh god, son, oh god...fuck yes. Fuck yes." He collapsed onto my chest and
released his grip on my throat. His cock stayed in my ass as he kissed me
again.

He stood up and his dick finally exited my stretched hole. It wasn't
completely erect, but damn, it was still pretty fucking hard. How the fuck
did he manage that?

I couldn't help myself. I slid down off the desk onto my knees, and took
his cock in my mouth. It tasted so fucking incredible. It easily slid down
my throat now, and I savored the taste.

"Oh fuck yes, son. Clean dad's cock good."

He slowly moved his hips, lightly fucking my face. I cupped his balls in my
hand and squeezed them lightly. It tasted fucking amazing, and I had this
insatiable hunger. I just couldn't get enough of him!

He collapsed back into his chair, and I fell with him, my mouth staying on
his meat. I gently licked and sucked, enjoying the last moments with that
beautiful dad cock.

I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, and was smiling. It made me hot
to see him enjoying it.

I kept sucking, and felt a twitch. Honest to god, his dick was completely
hard again. What the fuck kind of voodoo medicine is this guy on?
Damn. He's fucking 50 something, and has the dick of a 20 year old. Shit.

I kept sucking him as it grew in my throat. I figured it would be hot, but
he had already cum twice. But still, a blowjob can be nice even if the guy
doesn't get off.  Besides, I was enjoying it. I was stroking my own dick as
I sucked daddy.

No sooner had I thought that, when I noticed his breathing getting heavier
and louder. His hips started to thrust, and his cock thickened. Damn, I
think he was gonna cum again! I pulled back for a moment and looked at his
hard cock.

"Holy fuck" he cried as his third fucking load shot form his cock. It
caught me by surprise and the first drops went in my face. I quickly got my
mouth back on his dick and caught the remaining shots. Goddamn, where was
he storing all of this cum! I then shot my own load onto the floor under
his chair, keeping his meat in my mouth the whole time.

I pulled back, and looked up at him. He smiled and reached down to rub the
cum into my beard and let me suck it off his fingers.

His dick was soft. Finally. Although, I was pretty sure he could fuck again
if he wanted to.

"Sir, that was amazing."

"Thanks son. I needed that. I've been waiting for a time when I could get
you over here and get to know you a little better."

"Thank you sir."

"Call me daddy, son."

"Thank you, daddy. I've never experienced anything like that before."

"Well, son, it was most definitely my pleasure. It's good to have a hungry
boy around."

He stood up, and started to straighten up a little.  I took that as my cue
to leave. I got my stuff together and looked for something to cleanup
with. He grabbed my hand and led me to a door. He had a private bathroom in
his office. (Of course he did.) It even had a shower...and not just a
little normal shower, but one of those giant 10 person party showers with
multiple shower heads.

He turned on the water and got it nice and warm. He pulled me in, and let
the warm water run down my body. He handed me the soap and I lathered up my
hands and began to wash his body. My hands caressed every inch of his
spectacular dad bod. I got my face into his armpits, at last, and licked
them clean. I intentionally didn't get any soap near his pits so that his
smell would remain. After I scrubbed him dwn, I quickly washed myself off.
I went to step out of the shower and he pulled me back in. He pushed me
down on my knees in front of him. Oh shit, surely he didn't need another
blow job. This guy was a machine!

He pulled my face up to his cock, which even soft was fucking huge.

"Open your mouth, son"

I suddenly knew what was coming I had never done this before. Yea, I had
thought about it...but I wasn't really sure it was something I would
like. I was trying to decide what to say, when he let loose. He held my
head in place as his hot piss poured into my mouth. It tasted...well, not
like anything I had ever tasted before. But fuck, it was incredible. I
gulped it down, and swallowed as much as I could. The rest poured down my
beard and chest. He drained his last drops onto me and released his
grip. He pulled me too my feet. Wow. Well, yea, that just happened.

I stepped out of the shower, and he handed me a heated towel. I dried him
off first, and then myself.

We both got dressed. It was amazing to see the transformation in him. I
mean, for me I pretty much am the same naked or clothed. But for him it was
such a contrast. Naked, he was this hot, hairy, beast of a guy. Dirty,
smutty, animal. Now, standing there in a suit he was the quintessential
professional. You'd almost never know what lurked beneath, except for that
glimpse of his tattoo that peeked out form his coat sleeve.

Back in his office, I got my bag and stuff together and headed for the
door, wondering what to say. Fortunately, dad took charge.

"Son, I appreciate your time this morning. It was good to finally get you
up here. I hope you enjoyed it."

"Yes, daddy. I did. Immensely. It was the hottest. I mean, the most
amazing...shit. I've just never had anything like that."

"I'm really glad you had a good time."

"Oh my god, yes dad."

"You may have heard this already...god knows rumors get around...but there
will be an announcement coming out soon that I will be moving into the CEO
position starting next month when Mr. Grayson retires.

"Congratulations! That is incredible, and well deserved. I think you will
be an amazing CEO."

"Thank you, son. You see, I will need to hire a new personal assistant to
work closely with me. I need someone who is willing to go the extra mile,
work long hard hours, travel with me as needed. I need someone I can trust
completely."

"Yes sir, I know that would be important."

"I'd like you to take the job, Michael. I've talked to your supervisors,
and I know what great work you've been doing for the company. Your talents
are wasted in your current position, and this would be a great opportunity
for you. And I have to say, you pretty well just aced the interview." He
winked at me

"What do you think, son? Do we have a deal?"