Hypnotized by Suited Alpha

The way a suit can make a man appear more powerful, and even intimidating, is part of the appeal for me. Hence whenever i find myself in an office space, I can't help get distracted. For this reason, I was looking forward to my appointment at the law firm to review my new contract. Even the thought of taking the train downtown, to the epicentre of suited men was arousing. Little did I know that it would be more so than I could have imagined.

I have used this law firm a number of times, and each time got someone different, so going in I was not sure who I might work with. As I entered the office, I walked up to the receptionist, who recignized me, and reminded him of my appointment. He said that I was booked with Ms Taylor, but she was in a meeting which was running over. Although i was not getting to work with a hot young man in a suit today, I was pleased it was Ms Taylor, as she was one of my favourites and we always had a laugh. I took my seat in the reception and amused myself watching all the suited people walking past, mentally rating the sex appeal of their suits, and sometimes even the wearer.  However, I was abruptly awoken from my reverie by the arrival of a beast of a man in a light brown suit. He was a least six-four, and his shoulders were almost as impressively wide. He clearly worked out, and as consequence, his suits were clearly tailored. As a result his clothing hugged his impressive frame, even where it was loose. It clearly showed his muscular body beneath, and a tapered waist. The light brown colour, was a bold choice and showed confidence, but also served to highlight his olive skin, dark slightly curly brown hair, and his thick dark beard. I could not stop staring, even without a suit this man would be intimidating, but the suit made him a confident alpha that demanded respect.

Realizing that I had been staring for a long time, I adverted my gaze, not before I noticed that he saw me staring. At first nervous by this, I realized that someone like him was used to commanding a room, and so sure he was used to men and women noticing him. I nervously tried my best to focus on the magazine that was on the coffee table in front of me. However I could not help but notice that he was talking to the receptionist, and they were both looking my way. I looked down again and tried hard to ignore what was happening. After the lawyer left, I heard my name called, to which the receptionist told me that Ms Taylor was still in a meeting and so I was going to be meeting with Mr Luciani instead. Although I was a little surprised, after my awkward interaction,  I was just glad that I was going to get out of there. The receptionist directed me to his corner office. Even though Mr Liuciani had his back on me, I recognized those dark brown curly locks and the light brown colour of that collar. 

As he spun around, he introduced himself as Maurizio or Rizzo for short.  I immediately felt self-conscious about the awkward interaction before. He just smiled and reached over to grab my file and said, "So you here to go over your contact". All I could mumble was a yes. As he opened my file, he said he'd need a minute to review the paralegal's notes. As he focus on my documents, I just stared at how, his broad shoulders stretched the arm seams of his jacket, down to the small trail of dark hair coming from the cuffs of his shirt, suggesting his dark brown hair covered his body. Everything about this man was seductive and alluring. He grunted an okay as he looked back up, which snapped me out of my trance. He then began to talk through the details of the contract, explaining standard sections and highlighting areas that were unique to my situation. Initially, I found it hard to focus on what he was saying but as the meeting proceeded I became more relaxed by his confident presence and was able to cobble together responses longer than a few single words. 

Once we completed the review of the contract, we had a friendly rapport going, and everything seemed to be going well, that was until it was time for me to sign the contract. As we were chatting, he asked if I was happy to sign, to which I replied yes. He asked if I needed a pen, and I said this would be great. He then rolled his chair back to give room for him to reach into the narrow desk drawer just below his keyboard, and as he pulled out a pen, my eyes became transfixed on the plastic-wrapped hand-rolled cigar resting next to the other stationery. At first, he did not notice my distraction as he handed me the pen, and pointed out the tabs where I needed to sign. Noticing I was no longer looking at the document, he looked at me and where my attention was focused and immediately started to explain that this was one of his nasty habits, and how he liked to end the day with a cigar. He said it helped when it was a stressful day as he cleaned up any loose ends. His deep voice, snapped me out of my trance as looked up at him, and was immediately uneasy due to the erotic thoughts running through my mind. Hoping he would not notice I hurriedly started to sign my contract, in hopes of distracting myself. Seeing a shift in my demeanor and obvious interest he asked if I too smoked. Pulling out the cigar to give me a closer look he said that this one was a Partagas Cortado from Nicaragua. Having completed signing the document, I was forced to look up at him, as he waited for my response. Looking into those large hazel eyes and luscious smile, only made me more nervous, only made me spurt out “ I find cigars sexy”. A little taken aback by the abrupt way I responded, his smile grew larger, and he replied, “is that so?”.  

Embarrassed by my reply, I was not sure how to continue the conversation and get back to the ease we had before. I initially apologized for what I said and explained that it was a weird fetish of mine and therefore found them strangely hypnotic. He nicely replied, he got it and offered to put it away. I told him to not worry, and then jokingly mentioned he would not need to worry as long as he did not light up in front of me. My attempt to brush aside my awkwardness with light humour did not end the conversation as I hoped, rather he inquired more as to what I meant.   Again I found myself scrabbling to distract away from how uneasy I was feeling, as I rambled about how someone as handsome and powerful as he was, was to smoke a cigar in front of me would be hard for me to control myself. After my nervous and incoherent tirade of oversharing, he just smiled and said “I think I understand”. 

After a brief moment of silence, I looked down at the contract to make sure it was all signed, and then hurriedly pointed out that maybe I should go. As he looked down at his cigar, he smiled back and told me, there was no rush as it was his last meeting for the day. I remained frozen in my chair and did not know how to reply. He then began to slowly slide the plastic wrapper off the cigar, looked at me and if had not heard what I just said, continued “all I have left to do today is smoke this cigar, and I know you won’t mind given how much you appreciate a good cigar”. I continued to just stare at him as he rolled the cigar between his fingers. I could not take my eyes off him as he reached into the drawer to pull out his cutter, slowly removing the end of his cigar. Eyes wide, I continued to watch his every move with childlike eagerness. He looked over at me, and place cigar to his lips, and asked “do I mind?”. I could barely get out a response, but nodded, intently staring at the stick perched between his pink thick lips, eagerly anticipating him lighting the cigar. However, instead of lighting it, he stood up and walked around to the office door, and turned the lock, telling me he does not like to be disturbed when he is enjoying his cigar. He then returned to his desk, removed the cigar  and picked up the phone. When the person on the other end answered, he told them, “Mark, can you move my last meeting to Ms Taylor, because he was done for today. And don’t disturb him, as this case was a little harder than he expected and was going to need some special attention”.

The call had allowed me to shift focus away from his cigar, and I asked,” I thought you said I was you last meeting”. To which he playfully replied, “so you can speak after all”, making it clear I had barely uttered a weird since seeing his cigar. Smirking at his own humour, he added now “you are my last meeting”. As he brought the cigar back to his lips, i found myself again mesmerized by his actions. He stared directly at me as he struck his match and brought the flame to the tip. The cigar end glowed orange as it was lit. Never breaking eye contact, he took one large inhale then as he removed the cigar from his lips, exhaled a rich gray plume of smoke which curled around his beard and moustache. I watch each tendril of smoke waft up into the air with intent. He then took a second inhale, he leaned across his desk and exhaled, sending the smoke towards my face. 

Realizing he had me hypontised he leant back in his chair, and asked “how was I doing, I seem very quiet”. I confessed I was feeling hot, and uneasy. He just smiled and told me to take of my jacket and tie. I did as I was told, but was still hot, so grabbed at my collar. He observed that I was still uneasy, so ordered me undo some button on my shirt so I could breath better. Again, I followed his instructions, slowly unbuttoning my shirt,  exposing my lightly hairy chest. He commented on how toned I was, and that he couldn't tell from my off the rack shirt. Ignoring the sly comment,  i replied “thank you, sir”. He became very aware of the shift from first name basis to Sir, and smiled. He then leant back in his chair, and brought his cigar back to his lips. He then grabbed his own large pecs through his shirt, and rubbed them, pointing out that with some work, mine could also be as big as his. He smiled and as he caressed his pecs, slowly circling his nipple with his fingers. As I watched, I began to caress my own nipples under my shirt, mirroring his actions, which only served to get me more aroused and hypnotized by the situation.

 He then wheeled his chair away from his desk, giving me a better view. He then spread his legs, revealing the growing bulge in his pants, and then took cigar from lips and blew the smoke into the air. He looked back at me, then grabbed his bulge, running his hand along is length; it had to be at least 8 inches long. He then looked up at me staring and then blurted out, "what was I waiting for?" I required no more instruction and moved quickly to his side of the desk and got on my knees. Once kneeling in front of him, I hastily undid his belt buckle, and unzipped his pants to reveal the white jockstrap that was now the only barrier between me and his manhood. I leaned into his groin, trying to take in the aroma of his jockstrap, sucking on the fabric to extract a heady mix of sweat, precum and remnant piss that was present. I wanted to take time to enjoy this moment, but he hurriedly pulled them down to reveal one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen. Not only was it long with a thick veiny shaft, but it had a large bulbous head, all combined it was fitting this beast of a man. He grabbed his weapon and then proceeded to slap me across the face, teasing me with smell and the flicking of precum on my cheeks. He then ordered me to open up, and then rammed my head down onto his member. I had to adjust to the size and length of it, but eagerly took it down my throat.  After some aggressive face fucking,  I grabbed his cock and guided it in my eager mouth, slowly circled that large head with my tongue, sucking all precum he could produce. As I took charge of sucking him off, he leaned back into his chair to focus on his cigar.  This allowed me to give his manhood the attention it deserved. I worshiped his cock,  lovingly running my tongue along the shaft down to those large hairy balls. His groans made it clear I needed to linger on his large hairy nuts.  I played with each individual with my tongue,  sucking them into my mouth, caressing them.  Once satiated I grabbed his dick again and moved my attention back to his large cock head, guiding it around my mouth, The saliva building up as it moved down its length, I wanted more. With that, I slowly went further down his member, my lips sliding down the shaft, forcing his cock further down my throat.  Once I reached the base,  he grabbed my head and held it in place as he wiggled his groin, pushing himself deeper down my throat. The aggression was intense and pleasure immeasurable.  Once he let go, I came up for air and looked up at him. He smiled at me, took the cigar from his lips,  and ordered me not to stop.  I said yes sir and returned to his cock and he to his cigar. 

With this he leaned forward and grabbed my shirt collar,  pulling it away from my back.  As there were only a few buttons holding it in place they snapped when he pulled it from my back.  With cock still in his mouth I reached around so he could pull the shirt completely off.  He threw my shirt to the ground as I returned my focus to his cock. He then rubbed his large hands along my back towards my arse.  he slowly slid his fingers under my waist band and reached for my crack.  Requiring no further instruction, I loosened my belt and undid my pant button to give him better access. As he leaned further in and reached my boi hole, I felt the heat of the cigar on my back. I tried to focus on his cock, but as  I felt his fingers teasing my pucker, and slowly breaking the threshold I let out a slight yelp. He paused and pushed my head back down on my cock before returning his attention to my arse.  he aggressively slapped my arse and continued to probe my hole. As I loosened with each probe, he began using cigar as a tool. sending it in and out of my arse, before returning it to his lips. He soon realized I was finding it hard to focus. 

He decided it was time for change.  He told me to stand up. As with both rose up  I looked in his eyes for a brief minute before he spun me around and slammed my head down on his desk.  My arse was now facing him. He did not waste a minute, grabbing his member he guided slowly to my eager boi hole and when in position, he used his whole 240lbs of muscle to ram his cock into me. With this force my hips were thrust into the table, creating a loud bang. I yelped in pain but he paused allowing me to get used to his member inside me. He then began grabbing the edge of the desk and leaned back as he pulled out and rammed into me once again.  He repeated this over and over, with each slam of his cock into me, the sound of his waist  slapping against my arse was echoed by the thump of me banging against his desk. I was not sure if the receptionist could hear us, but realized this was probably not the first time this racket has come from this office. The pain was intense but he was unrelenting. Again and again he thrusted into me, as the pain quickly turned to pleasure. I tried to squeeze my arse with each time to hold his cock a little longer in me, which only made him use more force.  Finally I could feel aggression rise and breathing increases,  and finally with one final push I felt him release his seed into me. I squeezed one final time as each load was deposited. Enjoying the brief reprieve, I took a long breath, focusing of the pleasure I got from having his cock so deep in me. He then pulled out and collapsed back down on his chair.  As he reached over to grab his cigar, and relax, I proceeded to clean up any juices left on his cock.  He allowed me to put his cock back into his jockstrap and button up his pants and belt. Except for a little sweat on his brow, he looked like he did 30 mins ago.

He said nothing as he enjoyed his cigar and watched me dress. Once I was done, I grabbed my contract and headed to the door. He looked at me and said, "it was great doing business with you, and look forward to helping me in the future." I replied likewise.  Then he added remember to ask for him by name. I agreed I would and headed out the door. As I unlocked the door to leave the receptionist was watching the door. He asked if Mr Luciani was able to help me with my "harder" case. I said he was great.  And he smirked back, oh I know.  I told him goodbye and that might see him again soon.