"You asked to see me, Sam?"
"I did, Doug, come on in."
Samson Berkeley doesn't technically outrank me, but his office has always been bigger than mine, and, well, he sure likes to act like my supervisor sometimes. He'd recently moved into a corner office, and I assumed he just wanted to gloat. The sunshine streaming in the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the mahogany of his walls, and the cherry wood of his desk, some 10 feet away from me. Like I said, big office.
"And close the door."
He was leaning against his desk in a dark suit, and I tried to read his expression. He wasn't angry. Kind of ... smug?
After a moment, I shut the door. "Is - is everything all right?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, just a precaution. This is a secret. I want to show you something."
He stood, and without warning, started to pull down his zipper. My eyebrows went up in shock but before I had managed more than "Wh—" he had reached in, fumbled around in his pants, and pulled out his cock.
It flopped out, like a tube sock full of sand. It was at least 10 inches long and it was almost impossibly thick, even in its semi-limp form. It lay along his pant leg like the trunk of a baby elephant. My noises of disbelief or protest died away in my throat as I stared at it.
"Well I'll be damned, it works on you too ..."
His voice seemed to come from far away. My focus was fully on this cock. His phallus was ... majestic, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Its skin was darker than I would have expected - several shades darker than Sam's hands or face. I'd never given a thought to another man's cock, but now, this incredible piece of meat filled my vision, making everything else in my periphery fade.
*... just the weirdest thing buddy just last week i was walking through the flower district ... *
I was barely listening. All I could see, all I could hear, all I could feel was that magnificent cock. It was eclipsing all my senses, so that hearing was fading away, and my heart thudding in my chest was all I could feel and somehow, god help me, I could almost taste it on my tongue.
*... super suggestible too supposedly so of course i had to try it out ...*
As I watched, fascinated, it grew, thickening and hardening and rising up to greet me. I was entranced. I couldn't take my eyes off the bulbous head emerging from the foreskin. With my eyes, I traced the veins throbbing along its length, licking my lips.
*... absolute horse cock and well you can see for yourself ...*
Horse cock? Yes omigod I'd visited a farm once on some school trip and seen a horse cock. It was ridiculous and I was a little grossed out, and we kids all laughed about it. But I wasn't laughing now.
"Why don't you get on your knees, you'll be able to look at it better."
I sank to my knees, grateful for the suggestion, for the permission. I inched closer, staring at it, captivated. I realized distantly that my mouth had been hanging open for a while, when I felt the collected drool starting to spill over my lips.
He put a hand under it, gently caressing the taut skin along the undershaft, and pointing it at me.
"You want to touch it?"
I nodded, raptly, without taking my eyes off it. I'd been thinking exactly that, watching his hand stroking it. What warm velvet must it feel like?
"You want to kiss it?"
I licked my lips. Took a deep breath. But my hesitation was really all in the deepest part of my mind, something holding me back, or wishing it could hold me back. But that tiny spark was powerless - my mouth, my heart, my entire body, was primed for nothing else.
I nodded.
"Well come and get it."
The thick, fat head touched my lips, and I swooned, my eyes closed. My mind stilled. It pressed into my mouth, and my tongue touched its sensitive dark skin, tasted its nectar. I had never had something so wonderful in my mouth. I had never been happier, or more at peace.
Time had no meaning. I knelt there in my suit and tie, the miraculous cock moving slowly in and out of my mouth, for I don't know how long. I didn't care. I was lost in worship. My cock hardened in my pants, throbbed without my touch. I wrapped one hand around Samson's shaft, then both, stroking and squeezing, silently begging to take more into my throat, beyond my throat. His pleasure was my pleasure. He moaned, and I came in my shorts. Pulse after pulse, my cock exploded, drained, but it was happening far away. My entire mind, my entire being, was focused on this incredible piece of meat and this amazing man who owned it. Who, for the moment, owned me.
He held my head in his hands and pressed into me, his ass cheeks squeezing, and he flooded his essence into me. I swallowed, and swallowed again, then choked, and as it continued to throb and spurt, his cum ran out of my mouth, tangling in my beard and dripping onto the carpet.
