Perfect Addition

Chapter One

Hamilton’s POV

“YES! YES! YEESSSSS! FUCK MY ASS! OH SHIT BABY!”

A new day and a new position. I was bent over the desk of my brand new private office, moaning my head off as Marcus slammed all nine inches of that wonderful curved dick up my ass. It felt so good, and I arched my back deeper and gripped the edges of the desk. My big muscle booty was jiggling with every hammering thrust, and Marcus growled.

“Damn, Hamilton, baby! Damn, I love fucking your ass!”

“Yes! Pound me, Marcus! Gimme that fucking load! Breed me, baby!”

“Oh shit! OH SHIT! IMMAFUCKINCUM! OOOOOH SHIIIIT!”

I howled. Marcus was creaming my insides, his dick pumping hard and fast and powerfully. My entire body shuddered and my own ten-inch dick lurched between my legs, drooling even more precum.

“Damn, baby! Fuck! I love pounding you so much!” Marcus panted, resting on top of me, both of us glazed in sweat.

“Mmm hm! I know right! Fuck, I love your dick!”

I had just gotten a promotion to Vice President of Marketing. That meant getting a brand new spacious private office that was also soundproof. With Marcus being my personal assistant, we had set it up with my furniture and decorations a few days prior but we’d been wanting to test out the lack of acoustics all day but we had smartly decided to wait until evening, making the easy excuse that we were working late.

“Think anyone heard us?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” Marcus assured. We had tested out the room prior to fucking, using all sorts of loud noisemakers with earbuds in and the other standing just outside the door.

“Good!” I smiled, because now it’s my turn.

“Fuck yeah!” Marcus chimed and we switched places, with Marcus on the desk on his back. I hooked his ankles over my shoulders and aimed my raging erection to his moist asshole. I pushed right in and we both moaned as I easily sank to the root in his gushy hot chute. We had fucked so often that there was often no need for lube between us. Just some spit and sweat and our dicks easily slipped inside each other’s cock-loosened assholes.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Marcus gasped, as I started to shaft his guts in long deep strokes. I relished his hot hungry hole sucking on my shaft. I picked up the pace, and pounded his greedy guts until he was whimpering and begging.

“Deeper, Hamilton! Deeper! Oh yes! YES! FUCK! THAT DICK FEELS SO FUCKIN GOOD, BABY!”

“Yes! Fuck!” I roared, and went ham in his ass, drilling his gushy guts; grunting and growling like two horny beasts as I reached orgasm.

“UUUURRRRGGGGHHH! UUURGGGHH! YEAHOOOOHFUCK!”

“YES! Oh fuck, you’re filling my ass, baby!” Marcus howled.

I pushed balls-deep, shuddering as I continued to pump him full of my cum. I rested on top of him, breathing heavily and dripping sweat. The sweet funky odor of man-sex filled the office and I sighed happily.

Marcus and I had been together for a year, and I’d loved every moment of it. We had moved into a nicer house, I had gotten a promotion, Marcus was full my personal assistant, and life was just going great. I was now forty-five, and had maintained my beefy-muscular chocolate physique. We had just celebrated Marcus’ twenty-fourth birthday, had he started attending the gym with me more regularly, bulking up his already strapping athletic dark-chocolate physique.

However, as the older and more experienced man in our relationship, I understood that something bad had to be coming. The type of happiness we shared never lasted forever. There was always a pothole or giant speed bump on the road of happy life. Still, I didn’t want to obsess over it, and brought my focus back to enjoying being balls-deep inside my man. I churned my hard in his guts and he chuckled.

“Someone wants seconds,” he purred.

“Always!”

“How about we do that at the house though. It’s getting late, and we still have to come in and actually work tomorrow.”

“True.”

Sayid’s POV

It wasn’t unusual for the execs to work later, nor was it unusual for them to use the shower facilities on the executive floor. However, my gaydar was still pinging as Hamilton Walker, the new VP of Marketing, and his personal assistant, Marcus Stevenson, walked past me on their way out that evening.

It was well after seven pm, and they were friendly enough to us security staff, but there was something about the two of them that just made my dick hard. It wasn’t just the fact that they were two handsome chocolate men either; with Hamilton being a beefy muscular six-foot-five, and Marcus with his well-groomed bearded face and six-foot-one athletic physique.

I was pretty good-looking myself. At six-foot-three, I had the lanky but muscular athletic build of a basketball player, with a smooth caramel complexion. I was no slouch in the sex game. Being bisexual, I’d had my fair share of women in my late teens but at twenty-seven, I was much more into men. We men were horny all the time, so it was easy to get some ass. Men never complained that my dick was too big or that I was pounding them too rough. In fact, they loved my big thick long dick, and some had gone to great lengths just to have me fuck them.

I groaned softly as they walked out the large glass doors of the building’s lobby, watching those two round chocolate booties bouncing. Shit! No way those two weren’t fucking the hell out of each other! My gaydar was very accurate and it went crazy anytime those two were around. I groped my hardening schlong through my trousers. After seeing those delicious-looking cakes, I was horny as fuck!

“Hey, Damar!” I said, as my coworker rounded the corner, returning from using the restroom. “Imma head out on my first patrol, make sure shit is locked up. I think the last employees just left.”

“Sure thing. I just saw the janitor. He said he’s finishing up on the ground floor, so start on the exec floor and make your way down.”

“Bet,” I said, hiding my hard-on with the large flashlight we were required to carry on patrol as I got up and headed to the elevator.

“Ain’t now way them niggas ain’t fucking,” I grumbled as the elevator rose the seven stories. It wasn’t a tall building but it was quite large in terms of floor space. Thankfully, it was an easy place to patrol and secure. The folks who’d designed had taken safety and security seriously. Plus, who would break into a boring corporate office? They certainly didn’t keep money in the place.

While I had the urge to rush straight to the Marketing Department, I still had a job to do, so I took my time checking the offices in the usual order even though my dick was ready to bust out of my pants. Finally, I got to Hamilton’s office, with the gold plate that had his name and position. The moment I stepped inside, my dick lurched. They had tried to air the place out but I was a sex-fiend and I caught the remnant whiff of sweat, ass and cum.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I leaned against the door, whipped out my eleven-and-a-half inches of massively thick caramel dick, and started jacking off furiously.

“Oh shit, man!” I growled as I inhaled the faint odor of man-sex. My nipples were stiff and sensitive as they rubbed against my shirt. I stroked my dick faster, beating off like crazy until I reached my climax. I turned and shot my nut all over the potted plant in the corner, painting its foliage white with my thick heavy cream.

“Damn! Damn! Fuck!” I grunted, squeezing the last of my load out over the leaves. “Shit! Hope them niggas find my present in the morning.”

I pulled myself together, tucked my softening dick back inside my pants and continued my patrol and security check, feeling much lighter after emptying my balls.