A week after my boss, Scott, fucked me because I blackmailed him, I thought maybe I’d have some regrets about what I’d done. The friendship we experienced the previous eighteen months was completely lost. No more nights out after work. There were some comments from colleagues about how noticeable Scott’s demeanor changed, especially when I was in the same room. From cracking jokes to serious business, the transformation happened overnight. Although they were sure there was something that happened between us, I’d never tell them.
So I waited another week to make my next move. Enough time for Scott to cool down and for him to think this entire episode was something locked away in the past.
Except it wasn’t. Not for me. Two weeks of rubbing my dick raw every single night and some mornings whilst reliving the entire episode Thinking about how beautiful his naked body looked on my sofa, how his big thick cock filled my throat, how he mercilessly bred my ass. Yes, yes, it was worth turning the tables on him, no question about it.
It was time for our monthly one on one meeting. I thought for sure he’d cancel it, but I suppose if I were Scott I’d want to keep my enemies close, too.
I tapped on his door.
“Yeah, come in.”, he said rather tersely.
“Hey Scott. How’s it going?”, full of merriment, which clearly pissed him off.
“Close the door!”
“Sure.”
“Listen up faggot. From now on it’s work only. Nothing else! Am I clear?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”, I stared at Scott, dead in the eyes.
“So what do you need from me? Anything I need to know?”, Scott asked attempting to abide by his words.
“Yeah, I’ve drafted an email to Bob about what happened in Florida, but I haven’t sent it…yet.”
“You cocksucker! We made a deal!”
“Yeah…we did, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought my silence would cost more than just one meaningless shag. Your heart really wasn’t into it.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that! What the fuck do you want from me now?”
“Let’s get something straight here. I’m not a fucking asshole, you’re the one who fucked my asshole, ok. And, I think I want a do over.”
“I’m no faggot motherfucker! And I’m not sticking my dick in your faggot hole ever again.”
“Are you sure about that?”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened up the drafted email ready to go to Bob, the Chair of the Board.
“All I have to do is press right here and it’s sent. Just like that. Just think how Bob will react. You know I’ve worked here for over ten years and you’re new here. Who do you think he’s going to believe, Scott?”
Scott’s face turned red. His body tensed in his chair and he pounded his fist on the desk.
“You can’t do this to me!”
“But I can, and you know by now, I’m not bluffing.”
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can. Because you’re a very hot man, and because you have an amazing cock. Isn’t that reason enough?”
“Fuck you!”
“Such a potty mouth, Scott. You’re my boss, you shouldn’t be speaking to me like this. I’ll add that to the list of issues I have prepared for Bob to read.”
“I should have known you were full of shit! You faggots, all you care about is dick! Can’t you go find one somewhere else?”
“Of course I can, Scott, but that takes work. Why would I waste my time hunting for some random dick when I know what you’ve got right here, right in front of me. Certainly if you were me, and you were gay, you’d see my point of view.”
“I should never have gone to that conference with you. None of this would have happened.”
“Well, you did, Scott, and all of this did happen. You cannot just wave a wand and pretend it never did. That’s not the way the world works. Now tell me, are you going to fuck me tonight or am I fucking with your job right now?”
I held up my phone again.
“Fuck! Fine! I’ll fuck you again you fucker! Now get out of my office before I beat the shit out of your fucking faggot face!”
“Watch your temper, boss. See you at my place tonight. 8pm would be perfect.”
At precisely 8pm there was a harsh rap on my front door. When I opened it, Scott burst through hurriedly.
“Nice to see you, too, Scott”, as I shut the door.
“Fuck you!”
“Scott, we’re going to get to that. No need to be so eager.”
“Seriously, why are you doing this to me? You know I’m not into guys. This is wrong.”
“Wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Scott. What’s wrong is you fucking a woman right in the same bed as me, in my hotel room. That’s what’s wrong!”
“I finally get it! You’re jealous! You’re jealous that it wasn’t you that night. I know I’m right because I see it on your face. Well, let me tell you something right now, faggot, I am not a faggot!
Scott poked my chest as he said the last part, each time he made contact I stepped backward only to have him step forward and press my back to the wall.
“But yet, here you are, in the very same room where I recall you let me lick and suck your balls and deepthroat your cock. I recall tasting your precum, too. You might not be a faggot up here (my finger landed on his forehead), but you are down here.
When I squeezed his groin, there was no doubt his cock was raging in his jeans. Hard as stone!
“Scott! What’s this? It must be so frustrating for you to have a gay dick, huh?”
“Fuck you!”, Scott spit in my face.
“That’s not helpful, Scott. Spitting on my face will not change anything, but you know what will?”
“What?”
I slithered down the wall to my knees and undid Scott’s belt buckle. Then I unzipped his fly, my hand reached into the “y” front of his Jockey’s and fished out his big throbbing boner. I could barely wrap it in my hand it was so thick. Scott didn’t stop me.
When I opened my mouth to let it in, Scott pinned the back of my head to the wall with it. The sound my throat made when it slid all down was horrific. My nose flared and I had to breathe through it for dear life.
“Fuuuucck!”, Scott exclaimed, pounding his fists on the wall above me.
I planted my hands on the back of Scott’s ass, the same ass I saw that night fucking Maria, and guided him to skull fuck me.
Scott was so full of inner rage he didn’t hesitate to mercilessly own my throat. He cursed, punched the wall, held the back of my head down over his fuckstick, fighting with himself that his cock needed this attention…from me!
Once again, my face was covered in drool and phlegm. My eyes watered and bloodshot, my throat, completely shredded, but I loved it. I wanted it.
When Scott stepped away I crawled underneath him.
He turned around, his cock was glistening and hard, his face, scowling.
“Where the fuck are you going?”, he yelled.
“To get the lube.”, I said with a hoarse voice.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m not a homo you know!”
“I never said you were, Scott.”
I fetched a little bottle of Gun Oil and placed it on the coffee table.
Scott just stared at it.
“Do you want me to do it?”, I asked.
“I think I can lube my own dick, faggot!”
“Do you like it when you call me that?”
“What?”
“I asked if you like to call me a faggot? Does it make you feel like more of a man? Is that why you do it?”
Scott spit in my face, reached for the lube and poured some on the palm of his hand and coated his cock well-good, not even attempting to answer my question.
“Let’s get this over with! How do you want it?”, he hissed with clenched teeth. I definitely touched a nerve.
“In my bedroom this time. I want you to fuck me on my back so I can see your face.”
Scott groaned at me, but followed me to my bedroom where I’d already laid out a towel.
I laid back on the bed, my head resting on a pillow, and I held my legs up wide.
Scott crawled up after me, on his knees lined his cock up to my hole and plunged balls deep.
“Fuck you’re big!”, I yelped from the searing pain of Scott’s penetration.
Scott’s eyes were closed, he wouldn’t look at me as he started a slow, circular motion, using his cock to stretch the perimeter of my hole wider.
“Mmmmmmm yeaaahhhh”, I exhaled.
I could tell Scott hated that his dick in my ass made us both feel good. I could see him struggling with the physical pleasure and mental anguish, his cock betraying him which is how he got in this predicament to begin with.
When Scott finally did open his eyes it was only to be sure his spit would land in my face. A giant wad sprayed my entire face, some landing in my eye. Next, Scott’s hands wrapped around my neck, resisting the temptation to squeeze the life out of me while pummeling my butthole.
Scott’s cock throbbed so hard as it entered and retracted my opening over and over again.
“I’m not the one with a big dick up my ass”, he scowled while pounding inside me.
I suppose my passive nature made me the faggot in his eyes.
“But yet who’s calling the shots now”. I retired through clenched teeth.
“After I seed you, you better delete that fucking email!”
“You better fuck me good then and make it worth my time!”
After a few minutes Scott pulled out.
“I can’t cum like this, I can’t see your fucking face.”
Scott proceeded to manhandle me, flipping me on my stomach, one hand pressed down hard on the small of my back locking me into place and when Scott’s cock re-entered, it was relentlessly battering my poor hole.
Then Scott grabbed hold on my wrists and held then behind my back, spearing his angry boner inside of me, grunting and groaning, his breathing became more labored, his body tensed, his fuck strokes more jagged.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum up your ass fucker! Ohhhh fuuuccckkk! Fuuuccckkk!”
Scott came hard that’s for sure. When he finished unloading, he pulled his cock out almost immediately and a warm gush spilled down my taint.
“You probably will be feeling that for a couple of days! Now where’s your phone!”
I flipped over and didn’t give in so easily.
“Scott, you think we’re done here? I didn’t cum yet.”
“You said if I fucked you that you’d delete the email! You didn’t say anything about cumming!”
“What kind of lover are you, Scott? Is this what you did to Maria? So selfish. No, look at my cock Scott. It needs a little help. Get me off and I’ll get the phone myself.”
“I’m not sucking your dick faggot!”
“Scott, I’m not asking you to. Just put your hand around it and give it a couple strokes. You know how to do it.”
“I’ve never touched another guy’s dick before. No way!”
“How badly do you want that email deleted, Scott?”
Scott timidly wrapped a couple of fingers around my six inches.
“It’s not going to bite, Scott. I promise. Use your hand.”
Scott took a deep breath a took a good grip of my cock and began to stroke it.
I had my sexy boss naked in my bed stroking me off after he gifted me with his seed. It didn’t take me long to get off and I coated his fingers with my drooling cock snot.
“Fuck! Fuck! Get me a towel you fucking queer!”
I walked to the closet and pulled out a towel and threw it at him.
“You could try to at least be a little nicer, Scott. I’m saving your job, aren’t I?”
Scott rolled his eyes at me.
I walked over to the kitchen counter and got my phone while Scott put his clothes on.
I opened the screen and showed Scott the email and he watched me send it to the trash bin.
“Delete your trash!”, he insisted.
“Relax, Scott. I’m doing it.”
As soon as I did, Scott bolted to the door.
“Never again! You hear me faggot!”, and Scott stormed off.
I was naked with my boss’s cum dripping down the back of my thigh.
I said aloud after the door closed, “We’ll just see about that.”
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