Yes Sir

You Want Daddy's Cum?

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was seeing him all day long. Thinking about him as I lay in bed next to my wife and drifted off to sleep. I was dreaming about him. And when I woke up in the morning, he was the first person that came to my mind.

My boss, Dennis Gibson, that I had only known for the past month. That had somehow flirted with me that Friday night at the office and then invited me to his place. My boss – who fucked me at his front door that night, then pounded my ass in his own leather sling hung up in his upstairs walk-in closet. My boss – who then called me at home the following Friday night and fucked me three times over the course of 12 hours, sleeping next to me, naked.

My boss – who called my wife on Saturday night and apologized for working me so hard and offered to put me up for the night, to which my wife thanked him for taking such good care of me. She even told me on Sunday morning when I arrived home what a gracious new boss I had.

If only she knew.

Dennis and I had done our best to remain professional and avoid each other last week. Monday and Tuesday I hardly saw him at all after that first Friday night. But by the end of that week, he was around more. Hovering more. Watching me more.

I tried to avoid him. I tried NOT to stare back. But just his presence was intoxicating. His cologne filling my brain, stirring my insides, driving me wild. When he left early on that Friday I thought I had done something wrong, until he called me at home, and told me to come over. Then I knew he was just as hooked as I was. Hooked on this sexual adventure. Our little secret.

After the relentless sex Friday and Saturday morning, I was surprised to open my eyes on Monday morning in my own bed with such a feeling of need. My cock was thick as I came to, chubbing out in my boxers that I slept in. My wife was already up, and I could hear Josh babbling downstairs in the kitchen to her as the sounds of my daughter’s 3 year old voice echoed his words in mock teasing.

I let out a breath as I stretched and tugged at my own dick as it grew even more, picturing in my head the image of Dennis, behind me in the mirror, fucking me like an animal, his big hands around my neck, telling me in his deep voice that he was going to cum inside me.

I didn’t say much that morning, kissing my family like a dutiful husband and father before I got in my car to head to work, hiding as much excitement as I could foster. But the truth was Dennis, or rather Mr. Gibson, had unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed.

I don’t think my cock’s thickness subsided the entire drive, and I had to pull at my zip-up grey sweater to hide the bulge as I walked towards my office. It was early, as I usually arrived well before the others, so the sound of footsteps behind me down the hallway made me turn as I opened my door.

Mr. Gibson was striding towards me, hands in his pockets, no suit jacket, sleeves rolled up his massive hairy forearms, grin under his greying beard wide, and his blue eyes twinkling.

“You’re nice and early.” That deep sexy voice boomed down the hallway at me.

“Yeah, I’m usually here by this time…” I started to say when in a few large strides his hand was above me, pushing open my door with one hand as the other mitt shoved me into my office.

Before I could say anything else the door was closed, and Dennis had me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, his breath sucking in through his nose as he covered my lips in a soul sucking kiss. His body pressed hard against me, and my cock resisted no longer, growing to full mast as the weight of him pinned me to the wall.

“I’m ready to fuck you right now boy.” He growled at me.

I opened my eyes and saw his, peering at me, inches from my face. His nose brushed alongside mine and there was a moment of tenderness as he held me still. I saw his thick tongue lick his lips, as if he was deciding what to do with his prey as his eyes continued their glare into me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” It was his voice that said this, in a slight whisper.

“I know the feeling, Sir.” I managed to breathe out.

He snarled at that term of endearment. “Sir is going to have to have you at some point today. Sir is not going to be able to control himself.” He kissed me again, this time with less force, and more passion. His hands moved down my shoulders and found my ass, squeezing it together in both palms and lifting me off the ground as he pulled me into his larger solid frame.

Then he set me back down and he took two steps backwards, shoving his hands into his pockets again, accentuating the large outline of his rod in his almost too tight fitting pants. He bit his bottom lip as those piercing blue eyes searched me again. Then he inhaled deeply and gave his head a shake.

“Fuck you are sexy.” He winked at me and I could hear my own heart beating rapidly.

“Have you looked in a mirror?” I snorted back. “I mean look at you!”

His grin didn’t change, but his eyes squinted in contemplation as he lifted his chin. “Have YOU looked in a mirror? My God Brian, you are like sex on a stick walking around here. And that ass is perfect….” He gave a grunt and then took another step back, before he looked sideways over my shoulder. I suddenly realized we were at work. In my office. With the lights off.

I flicked on the lights and picked up my bag where I had dropped it, moving into my office and to my desk to try to will my dick to subside a bit. I got a whiff of Dennis’ cologne and I found my eyes drifting shut for just a moment, remembering that smell as my face was buried into his neck as he fucked me missionary.

“Be ready boy. I’m going to get inside you today at some point.” He gave a small moan as his eyes slowly moved down my body, before returning directly to meet my gaze. “Tell me you want my cum.”

His boldness sent shockwaves through me. “I need your cum Sir.” I said without a moment’s hesitation.

I saw that tongue slide out of his lips slowly this time, curling downwards over his bottom lip as he stared at me. “Good boy.” He said before turning and walking out, purposefully sticking out that dump truck ass of his for me to stare at as he sauntered away.

I slumped down on my office chair and pulled at the confines of my pants, now stretched to the limit to house my eight inches of throbbing meat. How the fuck was I going to be able to work like this?

Last week was different. He avoided me it seemed. This week, he was starting off letting me know THIS is how it was going to be. I felt nervous, and excited at the same time. The entire day I glanced at my doorway, hoping it was him. When I heard his voice down the hall, I froze in my spot, wishing he would come in to see me. When I went to the washroom, I expected him to follow me in there, follow me to the stall and slide inside me. I thought about him fucking me all day long.

Until his admin assistant poked her head into my office. “Brian. Mr. Gibson wants to see you.” I spun around to see her with her purse over her shoulder and that sort of sad face at having to tell me the news.

“Sure.” I said, trying to contain my enthusiasm as I jumped up from my chair. “Have a good night!” I hadn’t realized it was past five and most people had gone. This must have been what he was waiting for. But when I rounded the corner to his wide open door, he was sitting in his office chair behind his desk, on the phone. He was slumped back in his chair, the large bicep bulge apparent in his left arm as he held on to the receiver. I could see his nipples through his shirt, the roundness of his pecs underneath the material, straining to break free.

He eyed me and nodded for me to close the door as I stepped inside. He sat up a bit, then motioned me over with his finger as his deep voice continued to talk nonchalantly. I couldn’t tell who he was talking to as I rounded the edge of his desk, but when I did get a view of him I stopped in my tracks.

His cock was out, sticking up from the fly in his dress pants. His blue eyes were on me and he pointed to the floor in front of him, as he backed his chair away from his desk.

His round tight big balls were hanging over his fly, his thick 7 inches erect. His big fist took hold of the base and held it up for me as he grinned. “I’m sure I can make that work Dave. I’m just not sure when.” He said into the phone, waving his meat at me.

Without hesitation, I sunk to my knees and he grabbed my head with his free hand.

“Yeah we can probably do that one night this week. I’ve got a lot on my plate though, lots of late nights. I’m tied up tonight, so that’s definitely out.” I heard him breathe in as I dove down on him, moving my legs and ass under the space of desk as he wheeled his chair forward again, pushing my face down on his dick. I took it all, right down the balls, my nose smushing into them as he lifted his hips forward a bit to greet me.

I heard him give a long “Hmmm” into the phone as I gagged once, Dennis releasing my head and looking down at me with a smile on his face before he resumed his conversation as if nothing was happening. After lusting after him all day, I was enjoying the feasting.

His hand moved around my hair gently, caressing the sides of my face as he talked on the phone while I slurped on his cock. I grabbed it, smacking it against my face, tonguing the tip, swirling it around in my mouth as he mouthed “fuck” at me. His eyes would close at times before he regained his focus and spoke again into the phone.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to call you back Dave. I’ve got a pressing matter I have to deal with.” His eyes looked down at me as I heard the other voice speaking into his ear. He nodded once, putting a little pressure on my head with his fingers as he shoved his cock into my throat before he added, “Okay, I’ll get right on it.”

He hung up and leaned over, pulling me upwards into his face, kissing me deep, that thick tongue filling my mouth along with his moans.

“Did you lock the door?” He moaned into me.

I pulled back slightly, giving him the hint that I didn’t. He stepped away, his ass my first view before I noticed his bobbing cock standing straight out still from his pants. What a sight, him fully dressed, his thick cock exposed. He flicked the lock on the doorknob and moved back towards me, pushing me back onto the desk, lifting me up over it and then flipping me around.

“Take this off. I need to be inside you.” He commanded.

I arched back up as his hands groped my ass through my pants. I pulled at my belt, unbuckling it quickly and then flicked open the button and zipper of my pants. As I started to shove them down over my ass, Dennis’ hands gripped the edges as well and pulled them down along with me.

My pants made it to the back of my knees before his hands were on my cheeks and he shoved me forward over his desk, his face ramming into my crevice. I moaned as I felt his tongue out, licking its way into the warmth of my hole.

“Oh my God….” I started to say before I lost my voice and sprawled myself over his desk. I lifted my head to look up at the door facing us. Anyone could be on the other side of that locked door. I knew his admin assistant had gone, but there were others still around weren’t there?

His tongue found my entrance and I sucked in air and lifted my chest off the desk. “Yeah there’s my hole.” He groaned into me, squeezing my ass together around his face before he smacked it hard, digging his tongue into me, forcing a gasp out of me. “You need my cock boy?” He said, smacking my right ass cheek with a loud thwap.

“Yes Sir!” I groaned, leaning down again and spreading my legs as wide as I could with my pants tied around my calves.

And then his face was gone. Replaced with his cock. One hand moved to my left shoulder, the other held his cock at my entrance. I felt the warm gob of spit hit my ass, his big thumb massaging it in my ass as he wiggled his cock around my hole. I looked up, realizing I was about to get speared by Mr. Gibson right now, over his desk.

He shoved forward, digging his cock into me, pushing me forward. I could feel the material of his dress pants against my thighs as he tried to pry his cock into me.

“Open this tight little cunt for me boy. Daddy wants inside.”

I heard the word Daddy. Like a secret password, his cock penetrated me and I opened up for him. He sank right in, both of us letting out louder than we should sounds. I hissed, reaching back to hold his hip. “Easy!” I pleaded, feeling that sharpness inside me, that slow release of my tunnel adjusting to the invasion.

I felt him twitch, his cock involuntarily pulsing in me as he let go of his dick and slid his hand under me, moving up my abs and chest, his large arm snaking around me as he leaned forward. His mouth moved to my ear, his tongue flicking my ear lobe as his meat sank into me more, stretching me open, filling me with his girth and reminding me of just a few days ago.

I lowered my head at the rush of sensations, trying to breathe through it, the word “Daddy” still echoing inside my head.

“That’s my boy. Open up for Daddy.” His mouth was at my ear, his voice drifting deep into me. I shivered, and he responded by squeezing me tighter, his cock flexing again in me. “Tell me when I can move boy. Tell me what you want.” His breath in my ear made me shake, and I found his hand with mine. His fingers spread and I laced mine into his giant paw.

“Oh now. Fuck me Daddy. Hard.” I whispered.

He didn’t release me. He didn’t let go. He held me tightly, in the same position, and simply started moving his hips in a quick thrusting motion. The minute he did, I felt a rush of precum leak out of my dick. I looked down at the thick white stream that poured out of me.

“Oh fuck Daddy!” I breathed out. “Look what you did to me!”

His mouth was still at my ear, his tongue darting in and out as he licked and sucked on my lobe. Just the sounds of his heavy breathing filled my brain as our hands squeezed tightly together. He held me against him as he moved. My walls opened up for him. I let him use me. Let him take me. I reached my left hand up to hold the back of his neck over me as his own fingers in his other hand tightened around me.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you everyday. Need to give my boy his protein. Make him big and strong like his Daddy. You want that boy?” his voice grew louder at the end, and his mouth moved to my neck before I cranked my head around and our lips met.

We kissed and his left hand moved to my throat.

“You want Daddy’s cum?” He breathed into me.

 I couldn’t speak, just grunted at him as he fucked me harder. His thrusts increased and he moved our right hands, still locked together, over my own freed cock.

“Jerk it!” He commanded, squeezing my hand around my own cock. The way he was thrusting into me I just had to hold it as the rhythm of our bodies made it feel like I was fucking a tight ass myself.

Then he started moaning. And so did I.

“You want Daddy’s cum?!” He moaned into me again. I made sounds, that sounded like yes, but the feeling of him powerfully ramming into me sent me over the edge. I was feeling my own rush of explosion bubbling to the surface as the thought of him filling my insides once again came over me.

He slammed into me and I knew he was letting it flow. As that happened, I shot my first volley of liquid out onto the blotter on his desk. Thrust after thrust, Dennis inside me, made another rope of cum leap out of me and onto his desk, until he held me tight in his arms, bulging biceps hugging me tight as his cock started to deflate, and our hands wrapped around my throbbing penis relaxed their grip.

He didn’t pull out, but held me still, turning my head around and kissing me hard. I felt his cock flex again, causing a bit more liquid to dribble out the top of my dick and onto our hands. Until he let go of my fingers, and slowly backed out of my ass.

“Don’t move.” He said, feeling suddenly exposed and alone, half straddling his desk. I heard the chair move, and then Dennis’ steps as he moved around me. I saw him move to the side of his office and he opened a cupboard, bringing out a round container of wet-wipes. I gave a small chuckle as he pulled one out and gingerly wiped my ass like a baby, the cool feeling of the wet material slightly stinging me before he pulled another one and offered it to me. I used it to wipe the desk, before wiping my own hands.

And when I turned around, Dennis was smiling at me. “Well, I’ve never done THAT before.” He said, pointing to the desk. I gave a “hmph” before he opened up his pants and tucked his softening cock back inside, straightening up his shirt, retucking it in and adjusting his belt. I did the same, pulling up my own pants and getting myself back to normal before I sat my ass down on his desk as he moved his chair around.

Dennis seemed to be moving quickly now, reorganizing his office, putting things away, grabbing the wipes from me and scrunching them up into small balls before tossing them into the garbage can at the other end of his office, hidden from view. When things looked back to normal, he came back to me, put his hands on my ass, and leaned into my face, his nose touching the side of mine. But he stopped.

“Did you mind the Daddy thing?” He said quietly.

I wanted to lick his lips. I wanted to suck his tongue back into my mouth and feel his mouth covering mine. I could smell him on me and I wanted more. “No. It turned me on.”

He let out a long sigh. “Fuck Brian. What are you doing to me?”

And then his mouth opened and that tongue begged me. I sucked his bottom lip as his tongue moved inside me and I got lost in his kiss.

What was I doing to him? What was HE doing to me? I thought, as his hands slid down my arms and his fingers took mine in his and we locked hands.