Date: Sat, 07 Nov 2015 02:05:02 +0300
From: S M <thencguy@my.com>
Subject: Office Encounter

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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