I had been working as an administrative assistant for Camelot Construction going on about two years at this point. The job wasn't an especially difficult one, but it did have its trying moments; being leered at by less desirable construction workers was one of them. Now don't get me wrong, they weren't all bad looking, and sometimes I got quite worked up knowing that they would've happily fucked me if I gave them the chance, but I still never really liked to be ogled. To cope with this, I dressed conservatively. No cleavage (not that this mattered much, since my large, pert breasts attracted attention anyway), no tight fitting clothing, and I maintained a relatively brusque manner that I hoped would indicate that I wouldn't put up with any shit.
None of these things really seemed to discourage the looks I got or the crude comments I overheard when they thought I was out of earshot. Things like "Did you see those jeans she had on today? I'd like to bend her over and get a piece of that hot, young ass!" and "I bet she sucks good dick! I'd make her swallow my whole load!" Little did they know that I did, in fact, give great head- I loved a hard cock in my mouth- but if they knew that it would only fuel their fire. I generally just pretended I was completely ignorant of all of it and focused on my work.
The only one who showed no interest in me, other than on a completely professional level was my manager, Mr. Decker. I never caught him looking at my tits or ass like all the other guys did, which was probably why he intrigued me so much. He was a good looking man in his early 40's, about 16 years my senior, with dark, wavy hair, just starting to lightly streak through with gray, and dark eyes. He was well-built with strong arms, a bit on the short side for a man, but he still seemed to dwarf someone as petite as me. And he was the moodiest man I've ever met. I think this was partly because of the recent separation he was going through, but I couldn't help but think that most of it was just his personality. Some days he was quiet and pleasant, other days he stalked around the job site, scowling at anyone and everyone he came across. The worst were the days he was the most irritable and he drove around the site, barking orders and making everyone else just as miserable as he was. Today had been one of those days.
I had been trying to make myself scarce all day. I just wanted to get through the day, punch the clock, and head home. Unfortunately, just as I was finishing up and shutting everything down, a set of blueprints that we had been waiting for for a few days was delivered. I groaned inwardly. I knew what was coming next.
"Cassie," Mr. Decker growled, "I'm going to need you to stay late to review these with me. We need to submit any changes immediately so this project isn't delayed any further."
"Fuuuuuccckk meeee!" I thought. Normally I wouldn't mind staying late with this sexy man, but he had been in a shitty mood all day and the last thing I wanted was one on one time with him!
"Sure thing, Mr. Decker!" I said aloud as I glanced longingly out the window at everyone piling in their vehicles and heading home for the day.
I grabbed the tube of blueprints and a notepad and pen and brought everything over to the conference table. Mr. Decker came over as I rolled the prints out and we leaned over the table as he began discussing the changes that might need to be made. I was jotting everything down on my notepad, when I noticed he had gone silent. I waited a second for him to continue, but when he still hadn't said anything, I looked up. What I saw made my jaw drop slightly. He was staring at me, hungrily, with eyes that seemed much darker than usual. I had never seen that look on a man's face before, like he was going to devour me at any second. I inhaled sharply at the sight and that small noise, that tiny gasp of air, was all it took. He was on me in a heartbeat, his mouth covering mine, hard and lustful.
Caught completely off guard, and frankly, incredibly turned on, I returned the kiss with similar fervor. I parted my lips and out tongues met, sparking something electric in me and weakening my knees. His large hand grasped my rib cage, his thumb directly below my left breast, thick fingers curling into my back. I could feel the need emanating from his body and at that moment, I wanted to do everything in my power to satisfy it. My panties were soaked.
He pulling his lips from mine. "Get on your knees!" he commanded.
I dropped to the floor and looked up at him expectantly. He undid his fly and pulled out his cock. It was huge. It wasn't the length that was impressive, even though it certainly wasn't lacking in that department, but it was definitely the thickest cock I had ever seen. My face must've given away the shock I was feeling because when I looked up at him, he was grinning sardonically.
"What's the matter, Cassie?" he asked mockingly, "Is this bigger than all the little boys you're used to fucking around with?
I looked him defiantly in the eye, opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me.
He slapped the head of his cock on my tongue, but when I went to close my lips around it, he withdrew.
"Good girl, now take your shirt off."
I obligingly pulled my shirt over my head, my tits practically spilling over the top of my bra because of the way my chest was heaving with anticipation. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, impressed by the weight of it. I wasn't sure how I was going to fit this thing in my mouth, but I knew one thing for sure, I was going to try!
I started slowly, licking my lips and sucking just the head of it, stroking the sensitive underside with my tongue. I heard him groan. Encouraged, I ran my tongue on the underside from base to tip, trying to lube it with as much of my saliva as possible. When I got back to the tip, I engulfed him, swallowing him as much as I possibly could. I felt him hit the back of my throat and I knew he was too thick to go any farther. I pulled back and went at him again, using my hand as a continuation of my mouth, even though my small hand wasn't even close to encircling his massive girth. On and on I went, sucking and pumping him with my fist like my life depended on it. I wanted it farther. I wanted more. He started thrusting into my mouth and with every thrust I tried to take him deeper.
"Ohhh you're a good little cocksucker aren't you?" he mumbled, "Relax and inhale."
I did and he slid in farther, down my throat slightly. I couldn't breathe- he was blocking my airway! I panicked and tried to pull off. He grasped the back of my head.
"You aren't getting off that easily. You wanted this so you're going to take it! Breathe through your nose." he commanded.
I exhaled and then inhaled a deep breath through my nostrils; with the air I took, I also smelled the muskiness of his manhood. It drove me on. I inhaled again and focused on opening my throat more. He pushed in farther. His pubic hair touched the tip of my nose. I was almost there. Suddenly I felt his hand on the top of my breast, he pulled my bra down and rolled my nipple between his fingers. A tingling feeling shot straight to my pussy. I moaned as much as I could around his cock. I inhaled again and took all of him.
"Holy shit!" he whispered hoarsely.
We stayed that way for a second, him buried to the hilt in my throat, my hands gripping the sides of his naked hips, his hand still tightly grasping the hair on the back of my head. Then slowly he began thrusting in short deliberate thrusts.
"Oh yeahhhh!" he groaned, "Do you like that fat cock in your mouth? I bet you do, you little slut!"