Drew's Last Day

“Oh, just got here early, been working hard.”

As I got working, a message on our work messenger popped up from Rory, “Stay late?”

Normally I would have said no, because I don’t want my husband to get suspicious, but since he was gone, I quickly replied yes.

Feeling a bit guilty, I texted my husband. He replied “Boarding now, can’t talk…”

His short reply made a bit mad, but I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. Setting down my phone I got into a rhythm and started going through my accounts. I managed higher dollar accounts for the company I work for. My knack for being able to navigate he unique needs of high end clients was quickly identified when I first started.

I knew coming into today that it was going to fly by, being how busy I’d scheduled it. I barely had any time to think, let alone get lost in my thoughts. Before I knew it was lunch. My co-worker Paige swung by my desk to grab me, as we usually ate together, and we meandered into the cafeteria.

The chef that we had worked magic in the kitchen, and lunch was a huge perk of the day. Personally, I loved lunch because I got to see all the sexy young guys from sales who came down. One guy always made my mouth water, dark hair, young cocky smile, perky little ass that was always well shown in his pants, and a deep gravely voice.

He happened to be behind Paige and I in line, and just hearing his voice made me want to turn around and jump him. However, I was listening to Paige talk about the house projects she and her husband have been working on. They are DIY’ers and they’re really good at it. So I always like to hear what they’ve done.

Once seated, we all kind of went quiet, digging into our food. It was delicious as usual. I happened to glance up and I caught Rory’s eye as he strode confidently into the lunch room. A slight wink, and he rounded the corner to the line. I was instantly taken back to the thought of his 8.5 inch Nordic cock, and how good it felt breaking down every barrier my ass put in it’s ways. My cock instantly started to swell.

I tried to shake it, and forced myself back into the conversation at the table. The ladies were talking about their fantasy Bachelor league. Yes that’s a thing I guess. That did the trick and I was rapidly deflating.

I dumped my tray and made my way to the bathroom. Walking in, there are two urinals off the to the right and row of three stalls to the left. I prefer to the take the last stall, because the stalls have pretty big gaps, enough hat you can recognize people going by. I pushed open the door, and stepped in before realizing the guy I’m hot for from the line was already in there and must have forgotten to lock the door.

“Oh shit, sorry man…” was all I got out as I turned to leave.

I don’t think I fully registered what was happening as I was leaving the bathroom. I’d forgotten to actually go myself, because I realized as I shut the door, he had his cock in his hand. He must have been jerking off? Who does that, at work, and forgets to lock the door.

His cock wasn’t as big as I’d fantasized it was, which doesn’t mean it was small by any means. Based on his looks and the sound of his voice, I had given him a beer can fat, 9 inch cock of death. I’d jerk off thinking about his voice in my ear, whispering nasty things to me as he shot his load in me. Sometimes, when my husband and I fucked, it was that cocky young fuckers face I pictured.

When I got back to my desk, I saw my messenger notification. Clicking into it, there was a message from Rory that read, “I hope you got a good lunch, you’re going to need the energy.”

I replied to him, “I’ll be ready for you…”

Before I could get lost in the fantasyland that was Rory, I got pulled into some other things with a co-worker. He needed some advice on what to do for a client, so the trance was broken. That started an afternoon that was much like the morning – busy and fast.

It wasn’t until Paige stopped at my desk on her way out, that I realized the time. Looking at the clock I realized that it was 4 and most people were starting to pack up for the day. She gave me the run down on the projects they were working on at her house tonight. I wished her luck with them and told her I’d see her in the morning.

I grabbed my phone, no message from my husband, which was odd. I shot him a quick message and then went to the elevator, taking the quick ride to the 3rd floor. As I strode back to Rory’s office, across the deserted floor, he looked up and waved me in.

He was talking to someone on the phone. It must have been someone in our main office in Denmark because he was speaking Danish. He pushed back from his desk and I saw his cock standing at attention, his fly open.

I immediately dropped to my knees and took the already glistening head of his cock in my mouth. I made sure to scoop up the pre-cum that had built up with my tongue, before sliding my tongue around the head. I concentrated on the head at first, before making my first decent down his fat cock. I love the taste of his musky cock, and bury my face in his pubic hair. Working the head with my throat a minute, I quickly pull back. Again, circling the head of his cock with my tongue, before plunging down his shaft again.

I keep going like this for a few minutes, oblivious to the fact that he’s ended his call. It isn’t until I feel both hands on the back of my head, do I realize he’s off the phone. I look up and he’s smiling down. I catch a glint in his eye as he does.

I maintain eye contact as I tease his cockhead with my tongue. Tasting the pre-cum as it slowly oozes from his sensitive slit. His breathing is starting to become more rapid. I’ve unbuckled my pants and slipped my hand inside to play with my cock as I tease him some more.

I pull my mouth from his cock, “What do you want to do to me, sir?” I say with the most innocent sound voice I can conjure.

“I’m going to finish what I started this morning Mike.”

Without missing a beat, he pulls me up so fast, my pants fall to the ground. Before I register enough to protest his actions, I feel him tear the ass out of my boxer briefs, and he’s inside me. I call out loudly, shocked by the entry.

I’d be lying if I said it hurt, my ass has been through a lot the past day and a half. It welcomed his cock like an old friend. I loved how full it made me feel. Sliding in and out of me.

He was slow and sensuous this time. I could feel him prone across my back, his light chest hair tickling me. His hot breath on my ear. Occasionally, he’d drop his forehead just between my shoulder blades, I could feel the dampness of his sweat.

My body was taking all this in, experiencing him again, as if for the first time. He reached under my arms, gripping my chest. He started rolling my nipples between his fingers. I was a mess. Calling out for more, begging him to stop, telling him how much I need him inside me.

We merged during that rut. It was as if we were one person. I could feel his breath on me, I could feel his heartbeat.

A jolt travelled through my body, radiating from my core. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and I hadn’t even touched myself. My peripheral vision was fading, and my whole body was charged. One more roll of my nipples and I cried out.

“Oh god….FUCK” as I rained cum down across his desk.

I’m sure that I was milking him from the inside, I could feel myself clamping down on his fat cock. The harder I clamped down, the bigger he felt. His thrusts began to almost punctuate the moans coming from his throat.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Mike…” He growled, and then I felt it, my insides flooding with his essence.

I slammed my ass back onto him, grinding against his crotch, aching to feel him deeper.

The twitching inside me stopped, and he again collapsed on my back.

“That was incredible Mike.” He said to me in an almost dreamy voice.

“You feel so good in me Rory, you can use me like that any time.”

As I said that I felt his now spent cock slip from my abused hole. I was startled out of enjoying that sensation by a hard slap on the ass.

“We’ll have to keep this between us Mike.” Rory said as he pulled his pants up over his cock, not even bothering to wipe it off. “This could be taken the wrong way, being that I’m the CEO.”

“I understand Rory, I’ll be discreet.” I said as I removed the remnants of my underwear and pulled my pants back on.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, then slapped my bubble butt again and said, “Get going now, before your husband starts to suspect something!” followed by a wink.

Making my way down to my area, I grabbed my things and headed home. Traffic was nightmare, having left at the heaviest of rush hour.

Things took a curious turn though, as I rounded the corner to my house. Sitting in the driveway was my best friend Darnell. He met his wife around the same time I met my husband. We were workout partners at the time. We used to joke we would be perfect for each other, if he was gay.

As I pulled in the driveway, he was sitting on the tailgate of his truck and he looked devastated.