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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part Three:
He told me to sit up, but not to open my eyes. Once I did, he helped me from the desk, and got me to kneel on the floor. I hoped, prayed that I was going to see this monster, but again I was denied the chance. Using his tie, he blindfolded me, before moving in front of me, and teasing my mouth with the head of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded, and he said “Taste me”. I opened my mouth, and licked the tip. It was already moist with salty, delicious precum, and I continued to lick, until he pushed forward, making me take his cock in, filling my mouth. It WAS big! It was all I could do to stop myself from gagging at the size as it was pushed gently in and out. This was way beyond the slim teenage cocks I had tasted years before, but the feeling, the taste, and the pleasure was the same.
“Does it still feel frightening to you?” he asked. I shook my head. “Does it still excite you?” This time I nodded. “Good”, he said, “I don’t want you to be frightened. I want you to take it in, feel it in you, and feel me cum in you. Are you ready?” Again, I nodded .
He helped me to my feet, and reached round behind my head, loosening the tie that blindfolded me.
As it fell away, I got my first sight of his manhood. I had NEVER seen a cock so thick! I gasped.
“Don’t worry. You will be fine. I will take it slowly, and you can stop anytime”. I couldn’t take my eyes of his beast. I nodded, and mumbled “OK”.
He told me to kneel on his office chair, with my hands in the arms, facing away from him. I did as I was told, and then his necktie came into play again. He tied my right wrist to the arm, and then took another out of a drawer, and tied my left wrist to the other.
“I am just going to loosen you up again, so relax.” He lubed his fingers again, and slipped two straight in this time, and I didn’t flinch. A third finger soon joined them, and he worked me until I was so ready, so desperate to feel his girth stretch me, fill me. “Please”, I said, “Now”, I begged. At that, he slipped his fingers slowly out, and pressed himself against me, kissing my neck, and moving his cock down, closer to my waiting hole.
He waited there, applying more lube, and then it happened. I felt the width of him push a little, and moaned. A moan of anticipation, of pleasure. He eased further, and I felt myself tighten as he stretched me more. It was happening, and it was all I wanted. Gradually, he eased deeper and deeper, and began to push, pull, moving his hips in a gradually more rhythmic way, with a steadier stroke, and I could tell he was completely in. It was tight, but it was exhilarating, and it was the greatest pleasure I had felt in my life. He pulled back, almost completely withdrawing, before pushing deep in again, his balls slapping on mine, another new and fantastic sensation. He kept thrusting, his hands on my waist, then my chest, kissing my neck, until I could feel him tensing, and his breathing deepening, I knew he was going to cum. This was it, what I had wanted for so long, but had waited so long, too long to for it to happen. At this thought, and with his quickening, I could feel the same thing happening in me. I was going to cum! As I began to breathe faster, he began to moan, and so did I. I heard him groan, as he came, and the warm wet inside me, and came myself. He was not finished with me yet, though, and I felt his head between my legs, as he drained the last of my cum from my still pulsing cock, before drinking his own, as a trail ran down my leg…
I slumped, exhausted, into the chair, as he sat behind me on the floor. Drained of energy, of cum, but so alive.
He was my first. He wasn’t my last, but I could never forget him, and what he made me. I saw him for about six years, when we could get together , usually a couple of times a month, in that office, on that desk, in that chair, and sometimes at home, in his bed. Eventually, he took early retirement, and went to Spain with his wife. I miss being fucked by him, but I will never forget.
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