A couple of weeks later. I was called into George's office again. More in hope than expectation, I pulled my zip halfway down. I knocked and entered. George was stood behind his desk, which had been cleared, and he'd removed his jacket and loosened his tie. Walking round to his side of the desk, he pulled me to him and our lips met. He took my hand and led it to his flies, which were already open. He had no underwear on, and a stiff cock greeted me. Breaking the kiss, he said he hadn't been fucked since boarding school, and wanted me so badly. I dropped his trousers to his knees. His cock was about 6", with hairy balls and a thick bush. He took my now erect member out, "Lovely", he murmured to himself, and bent over to kiss it. Standing up again, we kissed and I felt his hairy arse. From his drawer, he handed me a bottle of lube. I asked if he was sure. I'm still dressed, with my erection through my flies. He bent over the desk, and I lubed his hole, putting a finger in to open him up and making him groan. I added another finger and worked his hole until I thought he was ready. I lined myself up and inserted the tip. "YES, YES, go on". I plunged in and I fucked him slowly. He's saying "More" and "Faster", but I controlled the pace. Just then, there was a knock at the door, and David walked in. He stood mesmerised for a moment, then dropped the papers he was carrying and walked round to get a better view. I made a play out of repeatedly pulling out, spitting on his hole, and plunging back in. I started to speed up, and George's hand was under the desk, tossing. He grunted and splattered his seed over the parquet floor. I pulled out and fired jets over his bum. David, who'd been masturbating, tried to catch his cum in a hanky, but failed. David stepped forward and cleaned me. George said, "Thank you, I've waited years for that". I then watch them kiss. My paycheck had an extra £50 in from each of them.
Early one morning, I was called to the Senior Partner's office. Fearing I was about to be sacked for gross misconduct, I tapped lightly on the door and walked in. I was relieved to see him smiling. He said he had some important documents that I had to take to a client's in London, wait for them to be signed off, and bring them back. I was booked on the 1.30 train to Kings Cross and a room at The Holiday Inn in the city. I thanked him for his trust, put the papers in my briefcase, nipped home for an overnight bag, and was on the platform for 1,15.
Arriving in the City, I found my way to a large office block. Mr. Turnbull's office was on the fifth floor. I waited while his secretary told him I was here, then ushered into a plush office, with a large, leather-topped oak desk. Mr. Turnbull asked his secretary to bring coffee and to call my firm to cancel the hotel booking, as I would be staying at his house. I presented him with the papers."You can call me Gordon, or Gordy". He was younger than I imagined, in his late 30s, and quite handsome in his Saville Row suit. We made some small talk, but mostly he concentrated on the documents, making some notes in the margins. I slipped my phone out to check my social media, then a text pinged. It was Ash saying we had a squash court booked for 4.30 Sunday afternoon. I felt my cock twitch and thicken. Then another from Mum. In my haste, I'd forgotten to tell her I was staying away. At 4.30, the secretary popped her head round the door and asked if there was anything else. Gordy thanked her and said he'd see her in the morning. With the papers sorted, he handed them back to me and told me to follow him. We walked a short distance to a posh restaurant, had steak and a glass of wine, then took the tube to St. John's Wood. He had a large apartment on the second floor of a converted Regency terrace. We kicked off our shoes and I was shown into a large lounge. Tasteful prints of male nudes adorned the walls, and there was a small statue of David in the fireplace. I sat on the leather Chesterfield, feeling out of my depth. Gordy told me to relax, handing me a large glass of Burgundy. I told him I play squash to keep fit. He said he'd heard a lot about me from David. I almost choked, guessing now that he wanted me to fuck him. He disappeared and came back wearing silk pyjamas and a silk robe. He topped the wine up. Sitting opposite, he stroked his thighs, while talking about accountancy and sport. My dick was stirring. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked if I liked what I saw. I pointed down to my now bulging crotch. He put his wine down and sat next to me. "David said you were good-looking, and he was right, I think you're gorgeous". He put his arm around me, we kissed, and I melted into him. Slowly, he undid my shirt and loosened my tie. His fingers drew patterns over my chest and toyed with my nipples. His lips took over from his fingers, nibbling on my nips. A hand loosened my belt. His cock had come through the fly of his PJs. He slipped his hand inside my trousers and gripped my cock. "Let's go to bed..........". His bedroom was just as well-appointed as the lounge. A four-poster bed dominated the room. He pointed to the en-suite and told me to shower and make myself comfortable. I couldn't believe this was happening. Coming back into the room, drying myself, the duvet was turned down and Gordy was lying, sporting a fat dick, a little under 7", with a distinct upward bend. He patted the bed and I crawled in beside him. We kissed and entwined our bodies. I had to taste his dick, so I kissed my way down his body. His manly scent was intoxicating. I cupped his balls and swallowed what I could. He responded, sucking on me. We gave each other oral pleasure for ages. I found that by positioning myself correctly, I could deep-throat him, the bend sliding down my gullet. His tongue moved behind my scrotum and found my bud. I realised I was going to lose my virginity. His tongue felt wonderful as he probed my hole, I cold have cum. A finger, then two, opened me up. Whether it was the wine, or the atmosphere, I was completely relaxed as my body was invaded for the first time. I shuffled back up the bed and we kissed again. I told him I was an anal virgin, but couldn't wait to lose my cherry. Straddling him, I covered his cock in saliva, then, holding the base of his pole, positioned myself and pushed down. Pain shot through me, but I bit my lip and pushed on, until I could feel his pubes. "Take your time", he whispered. I leaned over and kissed him. I rocked gently back and forth as I grew accustomed to his girth, and then lifted myself up, so that he could thrust. We slowly built up a rhythm. My precum dropped in strings onto him. Feeling more comfortable, we moved into a different world, with him banging into me and jerking my cock. He warned that he was getting close, so I took over the wanking and shot a series of jets over him. With a final lunge, I could feel him pulsing into me. I fell on top of him, the gooey mess sticking to us, and I kissed him with a passion. That was wonderful, I grinned. We showered together and went to sleep.
The next morning, I phoned the office, lying, saying Mr. Turnbull still had work to do on the papers. Gordy phoned his secretary, saying he'd be late. Back in bed, we made love for over an hour. After lots of foreplay and oral, he took me doggy, then missionary, before lying on our sides and taking me from behind. I came over my leg, and Gordy bred me again. I licked the juices from his cock.
He bought me breakfast in a cafe and escorted me to Kings Cross, where we swapped numbers and kissed goodbye. On the train, I could feel his cum leaking out of me and wished I had underwear on. I added him to my social media and said hi. He replied with an aubergine emoji and kisses. I'm looking forward to another weekend in London very soon.
Back in the office, I handed the signed documents to the Senior, and sat awaiting instructions. "Mr. Turnbull is a very important client to us. I could have done it all much cheaper and quicker by courier, but it's important to have the personal touch". He looked at me and smiled, winking as though he knew what had happened. I thought, you don't know just HOW personal it was. He then surprised me by saying he wanted me to keep in touch with Mr. Turnbull personally. I thanked him once again for his trust and told him I'd do whatever is necessary to keep him sweet. I think we understood each other. I skipped back to my office and texted Gordy, adding three kisses. A few minutes later, my WhatsApp pinged. There was a picture of an erect penis, with a distinct upward bend on it,
