Manager Maes Me His Cocsucer

Some time went by since my first meeting at the office with my manager. There were multiple pools that John staffs and rarely leaves the office to get out to any of them. At this point, I was torn between being happy I haven't heard from him like he promised and wishing I can have my mouth on his fat cock again. Actually, it was more like him using my face as a pussy. I was able to explore my curiosity and got to touch another man's cock in real life so I should be content right? That's what I thought would happen but I guess I wanted more.

Looking back, I'm actually glad that my first time happened the way that it did. Him using my mouth and throat rather than me just sucking on his cock. To me, that seemed less gay. But was it really? I still had a cock in my mouth. I still swallowed his load. He made me feel like his little bitch. But for some reason, I was okay with that. I couldn't get the sight of his shooting rod out of my head and jerked off multiple times thinking about it. But as soon as I'd blow my load and come down from my orgasm, I'd be disgusted with myself.

Anyways, I hadn't heard from him and continued on with the end of my summer. Until one day, I'm not too sure how long after, I got a call from one of the supervisors to come by the office after work. At first I began to panic, thinking round two was about to happen. But then I realized if my supervisor is there, nothing is going to happen. So after my shift, I headed across town to the main office. When I walked in, one of my supervisors was sitting at her desk. What a relief. I went to her desk asking what she needed me for. She then told me, "John has something for you to do."

"Oh no" is all that I could think. Is he really going to try and fuck my mouth with someone else in the building? I slowly headed back to his office, thinking about all the possibilities that could happen.

"Hey, I need your help with something!" John said as I walked into his office, leaving the door open behind me, just in case he tried to make me do anything.

"Y..yes?" My voice cracking, obviously nervous about his request.

"We just got the apparel order in, but I can't take all these boxes myself and since you have a Jeep, I figured you'd have room to throw some in your vehicle." He spoke to me like nothing ever happened. I was both relieved and confused. Did he really only just need my help moving boxes from the office? Where's the catch?

Turns out, there was no catch. The next day, I drove around to different pools dropping off clothes that people ordered. I called the office when I was finished and to ask John if I could have the rest of the day off. "Yeah that's fine, just stop by my house at 120 Deer Creek Ave, there's one more thing I need you to do. I'll meet you there". I put the directions in my phone and it was about a 20 minute drive to a pretty wealthy neighborhood.

When I got to the address, I was amazed at the house. It was tucked in a wooded area, with the closest neighbors about a mile down the road. The house itself reminded be of a cabin, but the modern ones, with wood and stone. I guess from owning this business, he was doing pretty well for himself. I pulled up to the front door down the gravel driveway and texted John that I was there.

"Why am I here? Don't go in." I tried convincing myself I didn't want to do this. I guess I was too turned on by the fact that it could actually happen again to turn around and leave. But I got out of my Jeep and headed to the front door. Before reaching the door, John opened it and waited in the entryway. He welcomed me in like any other house guest. Damn, the foyer was just as nice as the outside. He directed me towards another section of the house. I walked over to a big open family room with a huge U shaped couch in front of a massive TV.

John sat down on the couch with me still standing. "You need anything to drink?" he said, talking to me like I was one of his buddies.

"No thanks, what did you need me to get?" I asked trying to hurry up and get out of there. "Come sit down, I'd like to clear the air."

I hesitantly walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping my distance from him, avoiding eye contact. "So about what happened. Actually, about what YOU did..." Is he really trying to blame that on me? "First of all, no one is to know about this. From me or you." I replied confidently, "Absolutely not."

"Good. Better not. Plus, I don't think you'd want to tell anyone that YOU sucked my cock." He was right. There's no chance I'd want to admit that to anyone. "Second, since you're here, I assume you like what you did. Am I right?" I stared back not knowing what to say. "I.. uh.."

"Ha! That's what I thought!"

He put a foot up on the coffee table opening his legs towards me. "You know what I called you for, right?" John smiled and grabbed his cock through his shorts.

I looked him in the eyes quickly before looking down at his crotch. He already knew the answer. I didn't have to say anything. "I'm still not gay."

"Neither am I? I asked you to come for one reason only," John said waving his junk towards me, "I just want a wet mouth to cum in."

My throat was sore for days after our last meeting so I was a little scared of what was inevitably about to happen. "W.. What do you want me to do?" I said in defeat.

"Atta boy!" he said, leaning back into a more comfortable position, spreading his legs even wider for me. "Come over here and get me hard, boy."

Instantly, I moved over to his spot, sitting on the edge of the couch in between his legs. Sitting sideways towards him, I reached my hand out to feel his cock through his pants. Apparently, that's not what he wanted because he gave me a stern look before grabbing me by the arm and pulling me down towards the cushion in between his thighs. I easily flopped down onto my stomach with my head inches away from his warm crotch. I could feel his warmth radiating onto my face. "Why are you so nervous? You've already had my dick in your mouth!"

With him looking down at me and knowing he was about to rape my throat again, I was unable to get any words out of my mouth. Instead, I reached for his waistband, trying to free the monster. Again, I started with just removing his shorts. I guess it helps me ease into my future face fucking. He helped me take his shorts off of him, wrapped his thick hand around back of my neck and mashed my face against his bulge. The fabric of his boxer briefs was soft against my face while his junk underneath was firm. Using my face, I could feel the semi-hard shaft laying over his firm balls. This feeling almost sent me over the edge without even seeing his cock. His crotch smelled of manly soap with a hint of semen.

"UGH!" he growled, aggressively shoving my face into his crotch even harder, smothering my face with his bulge. The only way I could describe how he acted is "primal". Like he didn't give a shit about me or what I wanted. I was just their for his needs. "I'm going to fuck that mouth of yours so good, bitch!"

Being so turned on by getting treated like his little cock servant, I unintentionally let out a faint moan in agreement. "Ha! You're going to let me do whatever I want to you, right? And do everything I tell you to do?" while squeezing the back of my neck hard. With each question, I nodded my head, still buried in his warm crotch.

Grabbing me by the hair, he pulled my hair back, straining my neck to look upwards and off of his cock, staring directly into my eyes. With his other hand, he pulled the front of his briefs down and under his sack, his waistband pushing his balls against his exposed, semi-hard beast. There it was again. The most beautiful cock I have ever seen. The veins looking like they were about to explode already, his foreskin covering most of the head but still leaving enough of the tip sticking out. A thin strand of clear pre-cum dangled from his piss slit.

I looked in amazement, wide-eyed and in awe. It was pretty obvious because his cock jumped a little as he let out a little laugh. "yeah, you like that don't you, little boy!"

With the elastic waistband pulled under his huge sack, his balls and cock were smushed together and looked as inviting as ever. I could look at his junk like this all day and if I could, I'd put them both in my mouth. Still grabbing the hair on the back of my head, he pulled my head down under his cock, and into his full sack. His voice turning into a growl now, talking with his jaw clenched "get them wet, bitch!" My face is again mashed into his balls but finally it is skin on skin. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out tasting the skin of his balls. Since it was summer, there was a bit of sweaty saltiness but that turned me on. This was a man's balls.

"You need to do better than that. Spit." I drew my tongue back in my mouth and spit onto his sack. I returned my tongue onto him to spread it around. "Again." With his free hand, he pulled his sack out towards me. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I could see the outline of his two egg sized balls close together. As I spit onto his balls again, he pressed his balls into my left eye socket wetting his balls and my face. He dragged his balls up to my forehead, leaving a trail of spit. Pressing my head closer towards his body, he rested his nuts over my nose so each of his balls were covering both of my eyes. "Fuck that's hot!" John was making me feel like more of his bitch as he continued to increase the pressure. John finally brought his balls down to my mouth.

Without him having to instruct me, I attempted to take his balls into my mouth. I started with one, opening my mouth as far as I could, while trying to suck his ball into my mouth. His testicle popped between my teeth and I closed my lips down around it so I can hold him in my mouth. I licked all around and sucked for a while before hearing a loud grown of pleasure from John. He shot his head back as I moved onto his other ball and did the same.

While sucking his sack, his heavy cock laid across my cheek reaching my ear. I looked back up to the man controlling my head, his cock partially covering my view. Our eyes met. By the look in his eyes, I knew the abuse of my mouth was about to begin. "Fuck! Get my cock wet!"

He turned my head so my lips were on the underside of his cock. I gathered my spit up to the front of my mouth and rubbed my lips from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a trail of saliva. My spit was now dripping down from his cock onto my face. I ran my lips back towards the base. John pulled my head back once again. Grabbing his cock with his thumb and index finger, he flipped his cock upwards. "Stick your tongue out!" I open my mouth as wide as I could and obeyed his command.

WACK! John slaps his hardened cock against my tongue. His cock being so heavy, it was almost painful. As he loads his cock back for another slap, he shifts slightly forward and brings his dick down hard across my forehead. WACK! "Fuck yeah, little boy!" WACK! Another slap, this time on my left eye. WACK! Onto my right cheek. Expecting another hit, I close my eyes. When I don't feel another blow from his heavy member, I open one eye to check. The tip of John's cock, peaking out of his foreskin, right in front of my face. He wags it a little, I know this means he wants my mouth on it now. As I open my mouth, my boss brings my head down hard onto his cock. Luckily, his thick shaft was lubed up enough to slide a bit easier into my mouth. Even still, my jaw strained trying to fit his wide cock in. His cock head rammed the back of my mouth hard. My eyes started to water, I looked up hoping to plea with John to let me breathe. Looking down at me with violence in his eyes, he continued to my head down on his cock. "I'm going to fuck your little throat up."

ggrrUUUGGGG! I started to gag and my body lifting up from the couch in response to his monster choking me. He mercifully pulled me off of his cock as I gagged all over his cock but never letting go of my head. "You need to start getting used to this."

I reached for his cock which was finally fully stiff. Buying time recover, I grabbed his slippery cock and rubbed my spit all over. I started to just jerk just the tip, squeezing hard. SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH. With tears now starting to fall out of my eyes, I took time to admire his beautiful cock. I moved my hand to the middle of his cock just to hold it. Moving it around, just looking at it. His cock was thickest in the middle. I held tightly and pulled his foreskin all the way down to expose his head. He has the type of cock where the skin is so tight, you need to hold it down to be able to see the whole head. This cock is beautiful. My spit ran all the way down to his balls and dangled down from his sack.

My time to appreciate his cock was quickly cut off. "Get your mouth back in this big dick." Taking his cock back from my hand and into his, pointing it to my lips. I swallowed hard to prepare myself as he pressed my head back down, this time slower. As my head was pushed farther down onto his stiff rod, I did my best to lick the bottom of his cock back and forth. Once John's cock reached it's stopping point in the back of my mouth. he raised his hips to try to push it farther forward. He raised my head slightly just pressing back down trying to get momentum. My face fucking is starting.

Due to the thickness of his cock, I had to keep my mouth open as wide as possible. Getting a good suction like all of the girls would do to me was impossible. It was easier to just keep my mouth completely open and just let him use my throat. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The sound of his cock head ramming into my wet throat filled the room. It was soon matched with John's growling and my gagging. URRRRRRGGGG. URRRRRRGGGG.

John continued to move my head up and down on his massive swollen monster while bucking his hips up, using my mouth as a fleshlight. After a couple minutes of trying to shove his cock as far down as possible, my boss pulled my mouth completely off of his cock and threw his leg over me to stand up off of the couch. He roughly grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up into a sitting position. He stood with his muscular legs on the outside of my legs with his cock perfectly lined up with my face.

"Take your shirt and shorts off. Leave your underwear on." I removed my shirt and stepped out of my board shorts. Immediately, his cock was back in my face with one hand palming the top of my head. Without using his hands, John twisted his body and snapped back the other way, whipping his cock and slapping me across my wet cheek. WAP! Damn that hurt. WAP! Another slap but to the other cheek.

"HAHAHA! You little bitch!" John said triumphantly. He was right. I was. He had full control of me and can use me any way he wants.

I opened my mouth, waiting for his cock to return to my mouth. He pulled his foreskin fully back and put his cockhead into my mouth. With just the tip in my mouth, I licked and sucked to fully enjoy the flavors. It tasted of cum and I felt pre-cum slip out of the slit. Tightening his grip on my head, John drove his cock back as far as my mouth would allow it. Back and forth. His tempo increased every thrust, his ball sack connecting with my chin loudly.

I was surprised when he stopped momentarily. He placed both hands on my and pushed my head down onto his cock harder than he had before. uuuUUUUUGGGGHHH. John didn't care about my gagging as he uttered "Fuck yeah" and "bitch" through his teeth. I felt him lean over forward to try and push even more of his cock into my throat! Even though my body was trying to push him out of my mouth, he was stronger and I could feel my mouth going farther and farther down his shaft. More than 3/4 of the way!

"HOLY FUCK!" John yells as he pushes me backwards off of his cock. Spit, maybe stomach fluid, is dripping out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my chest. "You're almost there," taking a deep breath, "But you're not done yet!" John reaches over and grabs a blanket and walks to the end of the couch where there is a long cushion. "Come over here" he says while putting the blanket on the cushion. He lies down and puts a couple throw pillows under his head. I walk over, my cock sticking straight up in my underwear, taking my position in between his legs. Before I can settle in, he stops me.

"Put your head down this way" pointing towards his feet. I finally understood he wanted me in a 69 position. Since he had made it very clear he wasn't gay and didn't care about my pleasure at all, I assumed to position but I kept my legs to the side of his body. I lowered my chest down on his abdomen. John being so much bigger than my short and skinny self, picks my legs up and throws me onto his body. My head was at his groin but my cock barely made it to his chest so I guess he was fine with this.

I started by jerking his cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth, and as I leaned in to take him back into my mouth, his rough hands grab mine. John aggressively throws my hands from his cock and pushes my head down onto it. I could tell this means no hands, only my mouth. "That's so fucking good!" He growls. I was worshiping his cock. This time, I was pleasuring him.

Once I feel like I had a good rhythm going, John returns his hands to my head, pushing down as far as my throat would let him. This time, I feel him letting me push my head back up while trying to get air. He lets me lift up enough until just the head of his cock is in my mouth. John brings his knees up so that his feet are on the cushion for leverage. While holding my head in place he starts thrusting his hips up and down. Very hard and very fast.

GAAAWWWKK. GAAAAWWWWWKKK. URGGG. Faster and harder than ever he raises and lowers his hips as his fucks my throat. The sounds of his wet cock, my gags and gasps, and his big balls coming up and slapping hard on my forehead fill his giant room. He is fucking my throat harder than I've ever fucked a girl. My head is held down tightly not being able to move at all. Spit and slobber are running down onto his cock and hanging off is his sack. Tears run down my face and mix with spit that escapes from my nose. I really thought he was trying to kill me with his cock.

Every now and then, he'd give me a second to breathe. Probably just to keep me from passing out so he can continue to rape my throat. To stop my squirming, John wrapped one arm around me and held me tightly to his body. He really was using my mouth however he wanted. He didn't care if I liked it or not.

After what seemed like forever, I could hear John grunt "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" and I knew what was coming. He forced my hands to his balls before locking me back in place. "Pull my balls boy!"

I did my best to cradle and pull his full sack while gagging all over his cock. The banker underneath him was soaked in spit. More grunts and moans came from behind me. John started to squeeze me into his body tighter, hold my head down farther, and buck his hips even harder.

"FUCK MAN!!!!" he yelled. Still continuing to rapidly fuck my face, I felt a warm jet shoot from his tip, hitting the back of my throat with force. This made me gag even more. Another shot. "HOLY FUCK!!" John releases my body and uses both hands to push my head down onto his cock while pushing his hips up, trying to cum as deep into my throat as he can. I do my best to swallow but most of his cum I gag back out onto his cock. Another forceful spurt erupts in my mouth. I gag even more. Cum flies out of my mouth from any opening it could find. John continues to growl and hold my head in place, now thrusting slightly with every cum shot. "AAAAAHHHHH!" I can feel his cock twitch and harden in my mouth. John grabs me by the hair again and pulls my head sideways off of his spewing cock so my left cheek is laying on his pelvis. He jerks with the other hand with the tip pressed against my face, dumping more cum on my face. Coughing all over his cock, more cum continues to pour out. Finally, small thick globs start running down his cock which get rubbed on my face.