5.19.2005
- I keep having a fantasy about my new boss, a very nice man in his late twenties, tall, dark haired, and very handsome. He's quite married, and I am happy with my male, but I still can't get this image out of my mind.
I walk into the room to find him there, alone. I stop, hesitant, but he crosses to me with one quick step, and locks the door behind me. He looks me up and down once, then grabs my shoulders and pushes me down. I kneel before him, looking up at the haughty look on his face. He's fully dressed in his suit and tie, with only his zipper open to reveal a nice, fat, hard cock. I slowly lean forward, worried until the first contact that he will pull back, push me away, forbid me this chance. I slowly lick up and down his dick, pausing ocassionally to suck on his beautiful clean shaven balls. I peek up, only to realize that he is looking out the window, totally uninterested in me, as if daring me to draw his attention. I try my hardest, swallowing him almost to the base, ignoring my gag reflex, playing with his balls, nibbling on the head and down the shaft, wrapping my hand around his cock and jacking him off while sucking on the head, humming softly with the head of his dick down my throat. He shoots me a "are you done yet?" look, before gazing out the window again. I close my eyes and double my efforts, loosing myself in worship of his cock, occasionally reaching around and grabbing his ass and pulling him towards. Suddenly, he responds, weaving his hands into my hair and fucking my face with hard, quick strokes. Startled, I open my eyes and see his head thrown back. A small moan escapes him, and I answer. With one last thrust down my open throat, he comes, looking down at me with an almost frightening intensity as I swallow everything he gives me.
He holds my gaze for a few more moments before slowly pulling back out of my mouth, tucking himself back in and zipping up. Without ever saying a word, he walks out of the room.
5.03.2005