The Client

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Company rules allow me to entertain my clients, not this...

But this client was too big to turn down. He knew it too. An ethical dilemma for me. A big, cocky smile for him.

I wasn't surprised by his completely smooth, tan, chiseled naked body. He was rich. It made sense. He took care of himself. He was also gay, though you would never know.

I was gawking in surprise that he had the balls to completely disrobe in my office unprovoked. It was after hours, but still. Who gets naked in front of another man without asking if it's ok first?

Someone with a lot of money. Someone who doesn't hear "no" often. A "big" client... someone who wasn't hiding behind anything. Big smile, big muscles, big ego...

His completely smooth cock was a shocker too. This guy was quiet, pretty young- didn't appear like the type to abuse his position of power for kink. Didn't seem like he was swinging huge cock. As he walked into the light, I knew he was.

He didn't need me; his cock and naked body were magnificent. He could surely get any dick he wanted. Why did he insist on having mine, and now? And here?

I have made him a lot of money, and he probably loves money more than dick. I'm used to working for rich people... just not staring in awe at their nakedness.

He was powerful, and he knew it.

"Well, what do you think?" He asked after a long pause.

I couldn't speak.

He approached me. I could see his soft big dick swinging back and forth naturally between his completely smooth, tan, muscular legs.

He stopped when he was right in front of me. His cock really came into the light. It was right there. Magnificent in all it's glorious details. Fucking. Huge.

Fuck.

"You're my client. I could get fired for this," I disclosed.

He protested, "Relax. No one will ever know."

He grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He took a step closer to me, his semi hard cock jetting out from his perfect form, pointing at... me.

He calmly stared down at me. I realized I was staring-- mesmerized at the sight of his completely smooth, engorged, monster penis.

I felt a sudden, powerful unnatural urge-- I wanted to play with it. I wanted to grab it and suck on that thing like a school girl. After all, this was my first time seeing another man's cock up close like this. I just didn't know I'd actually like it.

I caught myself staring at his cock (I was staring a while really) and embarrassingly looked away.

"Jesus," I thought to myself. "Was this really happening?"

He just smiled down at me even bigger.

"Just touch it."- He instructed.

I wanted to do a lot more than just touch it--but it was a start, I thought to myself as I complied with his command.

I slowly reached out and grabbed it in my hand, giving his perfect, smooth balls a light squeeze. His massive smooth cock was as staggering as it was sexy, circumcised to perfection. I wrapped my hand around it and gently massaged it. It was heavy and filled my hand. It was rock hard now. It must have been about 8 inches long.

I couldn't resist. I slapped myself lightly in the face with it before giving it a long lick. I licked him from balls to tip. My cock was rock hard as was his.

I looked up at him for his approval of my sinful lick. He playfully pushed his cock into my face and rubbed it all over.

He also reached into my pants and firmly grabbed my modest, smooth 6 inches cock.

I obediently pulled my pants down, releasing my cock to his gentle but firm touch.

Touching his cock felt so right. I had to get a better taste. I couldn't believe it, but I was about to suck a dick for the first time. And it was fucking huge.

I coyly asked, "Can I-- can I-- suck it?"

"You want more than just a lick, don't you?" He said, laughing.

At this point he was hard as a rock, the magnificent thing was nearly poking me in the face, staring back at me with its little eye-- it was begging me to suck on it, and I had to listen. He stepped forward closer, playfully poking me in the face.

I opened wide and wrapped my lips around his cock, first just the tip. Then I slid my lips deeper down around it until I couldn't anymore.

I went back up. Then back down. I repeated this over and over several times, slowly, without knowing what I was doing. But I was getting a groove going. My lips hugged and traced his smooth skin as I bobbed my head up and down. His cock went in and out of my mouth, again and again. I gently sucked on it as I looked up at him.

I couldn't believe I had a fucking cock in my mouth. A client's cock. But it felt so good. I kept moving my lips up and down around his smooth shaft, glancing innocently up at him. He towered over me with a menacing power and presence, looking down at the sight of me sucking his dick like a tramp and champ.

He held my cock in his firm grip while I sucked him. I came in his hand. He lightly stroked me while I kept sucking and sucking on him. He moaned and groaned and I coyly played with his cock coated in my saliva. I lightly slapped myself with it and rubbed it all around my face. I wanted to make him cum, but something took over me. I lost myself to the moment and something deep within took over.

I was sating a thirst I didn't even know I had until that moment-- that moment when his engorged cock poked me in the face before entering my welcoming mouth. I couldn't believe how satisfying it was to gratify another man like this, something I didn't know I had in me. I thought back to my college days learning about Freud. Was my newfound slutty oral fixation really new and sudden? Or was it set deep within me, left dormant and unexplored, sleeping all along?

Sucking his cock was so erotic it made me want to scream. I was so rock hard I wanted to scream. But I kept obediently sucking up and down on his massive, stunning magnificence. I didn't ever imagine how erotic it would feel to be scratching an itch so deep. But I didn't need a imagine a dick in my head anymore; I had a dick in my head. Deep. And he kept pressing it down deeper and deeper.

There was something fraternal and deeply, deeply satisfying about playing with another man's hard penis, about feeling him lightly shove it down my throat as I gagged with watery eyes. My lips were locked around it in a sensuous dance I didn't want to end, however sore my mouth and jaw were getting. Was he really facefucking me? or was I just dancing with him? his motions in concert with mine.

He cock was going deeper down my throat as I began to choke. I lightly slapped his ass a few times, tapping out.

He grinned as he looked down at me, enjoying the show. I obediently looked back up at him as I licked his cock all over. I needed a break from the facefucking to catch my breath.

"Lick my balls."

Another sexy command, I thought. I was excited to follow it. I licked on them and sucked on them. They were firm and taught--perfect really. They were warm and soft to the touch. I took as much of them into my mouth as I could, carefully employing my tongue against his soft skin in soft circles. I sucked on his balls and stroked his massive cock.

He moaned. Loud.

For the first time, I realized how badly I wanted him to cum. I decided I wanted him to cum in my mouth.

At first I was just trying out the ropes. Now I was ready to ride the horse full speed.

I started sucking his shaft again, bobbing up and down on his cock over and again at a frantic pace, with renewed vigor. This was for the money.

He started to tense up. He was moaning a lot now.

I knew what was coming...

Him--

It happened fast, but my mouth filled with a flood of warm gooey cum.

As his mouth watering cock began unloading wad after wad of sweet nectar into the back of my open throat, I thought to myself how I didnt want this to end.

His spent anaconda slithered out of my used mouth, his cum sloshing around my mouth in its wake.

I kept the pearly swirl of sticky warm cum in my mouth and opened wide to show my new friend the fruit of my proud efforts-- and then swallowed. Gulp.

"Damn. Ever do that before?" He asked.

"Never." I replied.

"Well, it will be our little secret then."