My favorite part has always been slowly pulling the belt out. Hearing the leather slide against itself, hearing the metals clash against each other, and all that anticipation before finally seeing it made my heart beat just a little bit faster. Inch by inch I slowly pulled down his black jeans down to his knees and finally, there it was.
It was the biggest I had ever seen. It was so big I couldn’t process exactly what I wanted to do to it first. I wanted to stare at it, I wanted to kiss it gently, I wanted to shove it deep down my throat, I wanted to slowly touch every inch of it (and god there were a lot of inches), I wanted to do everything I could possibly do and more. I don’t know if it was the sheer size of it or the endless ideas erupting rapidly from my deepest fantasies but I was stunned into a vegetative state where I couldn’t even move. Luckily, he was there to gently guide me through our journey. He looked me deep into my eyes and grabbed the hair on the back of my head and started pushing my head down, my knees naturally bent and when they touched the floor they were caressed by the red plush carpet of his room. I was so close I could smell the distinct musk of a real man and it radiated from his body and danced around my nose, **oh god**. He lead my mouth into his penis and instinctively, I opened for him.
Truthfully, I was terrified of the sheer length but luckily he was gentle, never forcing my mouth into anything that was uncomfortable. Slowly he let his right hand form a rhythm with my head and my mouth. We started with just the head, in and out in and out, and the tempo went faster…………and faster…and faster and faster and I began to fit more of his penis into my mouth. My tongue was dancing frantically around his cock and exploring it with so much detail. I looked up and my eyes made their way from the peaks and valleys of pure muscle that formed on his abs, to his mountainous pecs, and finally, to his beautiful sky blue eyes. His jaw was so goddamn sharp it could cut me and it housed the nicest blonde long stubble beard the world had ever seen. What it did not hide was the mouthing “O’s” and gasping letting me know clear as day that he was loving every minute of this blowjob. His hair was the same color as his beard but it shined and glistened from the fancy hair products that made his silky smooth hair form into the classiest, sexiest comb over I had ever seen. Maintaining full eye contact his right hand released its grip from my hair and moved to the right side of my head while his left hand joined the other side. His giants hand wrapped around my skull and gripped it. Tightly. He began being more forceful with the deepness of his strokes and the tempo at which he was going. I wanted all of it. I wanted his cock to hit the back of my throat. I wanted him to cum deep into my mouth, on my face, on my breasts, inside me, and anything else I could think of. I had dreamed of this before I had ever even seen him.
Parked right by the front door in the office, rays of heat reflecting off it’s beautiful red paint, there it was, the only Lamborghini in the parking lot. It was right by the entrance so you just couldn’t walk in without seeing it. There were lots of men that passed by it making them red and green simultaneously, it reminded them how nothing they were, but me? I had no complaints, passing by it always set off crazy fantasies of giving someone road head on a desolate freeway. I had never been in such an expensive car, in those days I either drove my old ass honda or rolled in my boyfriend’s embarrassing beat up white van. One day I stayed late to finish some reports because Jenny had called in sick aka “I didn’t feel like coming in and everyone likes me since im a slut so im gonna get away with this” and if the reports didn’t get finished that means I would get unwelcomed grunts and behind the back discussions while Jenny would be asked about her stupid instagram stories or whatever. I told my boyfriend I would be home late because of the dumbfuck Jenny situation and he replied “what do the readers want me to say?”
I thought everyone else was gone at that point so I was surprised when *he* dropped by my cubicle. He was wearing my favorite blue suit, its cloth hugging his biceps and accentuating them so favorably. He told me he was impressed that I was staying just to help out Jenny and he asked if I wanted to get some drinks with him and discuss the future of the company, **my** future in the company. I already told my boyfriend that I was gonna be late, so this would just be later than usual. Driving down the freeway 90 miles per hour in a Lamborghini really helps you think clearly about your future. In that car I made decisions about my future, I decided exactly what I was gonna do that night.
His giant hands were still wrapped around my head. His tightening grip alerted me that he wanted to cum and it was going to happen soon. Somehow I was taking the whole length of his penis in long and fast strokes. My hands began to move frantically across his body. His thighs were enormous and I thought about how easily they could crush me. His abs were so defined it felt like exploring an oil canvas and it looked just as good as one. Exploring his body made me so wet that I had to sacrifice one hand so that I could touch myself. One hand on my vagina and the other on his toned stomach, both out of pure lust and out of my own safety so that his huge cock didn’t go too deep down my throat. I was circling my clit as fast as he was fucking my mouth and his deep moans only brought me closer to orgasm. We were both going at a fast rate and it wouldn’t be much longer until I made him cum. His strokes were long and powerful. I was so goddamn wet. I began moaning with his cock in my mouth knowing soon his cum would fill up my throat. His hands were gripped so tight around my skull I thought he would kill me.
Finally, I got what I wanted.
It shot deep to the back of my throat, and my mouth involuntarily let out the longest and most intense moan of my life. I slowly pulled my mouth back and the high volume of cum meant I couldn’t swallow all of it so what was left slipped out of my mouth and slowly dripped onto my breasts. I looked up wanting to see how that beautiful face was reacting to what I had just done to him and also because I wanted him to see the cum on my face and breasts and hopefully I would get a “good girl.” My eyes moved up slowly, I was looking at the stomach that had just housed greek-like abs, but somehow it was no longer there, it had been replaced. It had been replaced by something much more familiar, a hairy belly. I looked at the pecs, their sheer size easily went past the stomach but they were replaced. Replaced by pecs that were flabby and round. I searched for that sharp jaw but it too had been replaced by something more rounder, something more pathetic. I looked for that perfect beard but now it was unconnected and stubbly……..and black. I looked into those blue eyes for answers but they were no longer blue and they were no longer his, they were my boyfriends. I looked down at my breasts and what I had assumed was cum slowly making its way down my body was anything but, I was mistaken,
it was blood.
“I always knew you would do something like this” he said.
“Your insecurities are manifesting again” she said.
I grabbed her by the neck and lifted her so high that her feet were off the ground. There was no thought, I was going to kill her. I knew a bigger man would have her one day, and that my genes only left me with these eventualities. “This—isn’t—-real” she said through a squeezed trachea. I began to squeeze harder. Her arm slowly lifted and began to caress my face. “Why——-do–you—do–this—-to——–yourself”. I squeezed harder. Her body suddenly became so much heavier. The tears began to escape my eyes and gravity made them race down to the bottom of my chin where they said their final prayers and slipped, hitting the floor one after another. Her eyes were already gone and mine were just starting to die. The weight of her body was becoming too much for my weak arms but I wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. Her left arm decided that enough was enough and separated itself from her body. Then her right arm. Then her legs. Then her torso. And finally her head decapitated itself from her neck. All I was holding now was vocal cords.
I loved her. I loved her for so long, so deeply, that my world began to crush me. She made me feel things that a person like me should never feel. My appreciation should have been parties, parades, months dedicated in her name, but I was me and it led to this. She was dead and I had killed her. I stared at the spread out body parts, for hours, for seconds, for years, for days. I saw the change in colors from red flesh to rotting green. I saw the maggots birth and die. I stared for so long that I began to rot. Looking into my arms they were down to the bones from the lack of food and maggot feasts. I was dying and the maggots were eating me. I was dying and I no longer had a partner to care about me. I was dying and I couldn’t move. I was dying and I deserved it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/djrpfc/late_night_in_the_office_turns_into_late_night_at
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