Bob Rosenberg worked as a lowly paralegal at a law firm. He was once a powerful movie producer. But he had lost that position and done a stint in prison because he was a fat, ugly, and sexually frustrated blob who had tried to force his fat, disgusting self on women who were actually good-looking and wanted nothing to do with someone as hideous as him. After his release from prison, Bob was still fat as ever, didn't date, had sex almost never, and only ever even came within arm's reach of women who were fat and ugly like him.
At the law firm where he worked, Bob had no choice but to jealously watch the hot male studs hook up with the gorgeous females who worked there. Bob would always get both excited and angry whenever he saw one of those good-looking young guys, who was making far more money than Bob Rosenberg the fat-ass, ugly paralegal would ever make, flirting with one of the many beautiful young girls at the office. Whenever Bob looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to be one of those good-looking male studs with a hot body, a big, bulging, rock-hard cock, and big balls loaded with angry sperm. Alas, Bob Rosenberg possessed none of these well-endowed features.
Bob once had to endure the humiliation of being a front-row spectator to two hot attorneys do a lot more than just flirt in the office. "How dare they!" growled Rosenberg to himself as he thought back on the incident with a confusing mixture of pleasure, humiliation, and jealousy.
Cindy Chen was a short, petite, and gorgeous Chinese-American attorney, a recent summa cum laude graduate of Harvard Law School and now an associate at the law firm where Bob worked. Cindy had had her hungry Asian eyes on another attorney at the firm named Matt Low, a fellow Harvard Law alum. Matt was one of the many young, athletic, and well-endowed white males who Cindy worked with at the firm. Cindy used to chuckle to herself that her law firm was a veritable stud farm with big cocks and big balls just waiting to be milked. Cindy laughed out loud at the thought of having that disgustingly ugly, fat-ass slob paralegal named Bob sit front and center and watch as she ministered to Matt's maleness with her lips and tongue.
On this particular day, Cindy had resolved that one way or another she was going to get Matt's trouser snake out of his pants. She had taken note of the big bulge in Matt's pants whenever he walked by her. Since the day she first laid eyes on him, Cindy had fantasized constantly about a naked Matt standing in front of her, his body glistening, his muscles bulging, and his huge, erect, purple-headed, banana-shaped cock curving up along the enormous shaft, the foreskin completely pulled back by the sheer strength of the cock, and the bulbous purple-colored cock head pointing directly skyward. She might have been barely five feet tall, but Cindy Chen was a girl on a mission that day to add Matt to the long roster of hot, white men whose sperm she had eaten.
Bob was sitting at a work table he often used in a quiet hallway when Cindy snuck up behind Matt as he stood nearby reading a document. Cindy didn't even seem to recognize that Bob was there as she snaked her little arm around Matt's muscular waist and gave his big balls a good squeeze. Matt was startled but knew who it was once he looked down and saw the hand that now had him by the balls. He turned around and smiled at Cindy.
Cindy smiled back at Matt and said "Hmmm, these balls are way too full. Your sperm is going in my mouth and I'm going to eat it! I'm going to devour you whole, my big white stud!"
Matt said nothing but smiled widely as he leaned down to Cindy's level and started kissing her passionately while massaging her breasts and giving her small but supple ass several good, hard squeezes through her work blouse.
Bob gulped as he watched this scene unfold in front of him. He couldn't help but notice an absolutely enormous bulge now protruding from Matt's pants. "My God, he's already rock hard! And look at the size of that thing! It must be the size of Godzilla's tail, he could knock over half of Tokyo with that thing!" thought Bob as he began to sweat and his heart started racing. Rosenberg knew these two good-looking animals were going to fuck, he just hoped he'd have a clear view of the action when they did.
Matt and Cindy were oblivious to Bob's presence nearby. The two beautiful animals giggled as they kissed and made their way to the empty office just opposite from Bob's desk, not even bothering to close the door or shut the blinds.
Bob massaged his small cock through his pants with one hand as he took out his cellphone and began recording a video of what he hoped would be Cindy and Matt fucking. Bob, ever the degenerate, wanted a record of what was unfolding, something he could look at and enjoy during those many lonely nights spent in his dinky little apartment.
