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I did get to steal a few minutes here and there for a bit of cock worship, but I wanted so much more. I think my cock lust for Carl was getting a bit noticeable as some of the girls in the office would make comments about my following him around (HEY! I work in his group!) and the staring in meetings. Our office manager Anna started calling me pusti, meaning fag in Greek. And the more she said it to me, the hornier for Carl I became.

During the interim, there were LOTS of girls who were desperate for cock and it was always easy to get laid after the weekly drinking sessions. Even Carl was rumored to be living with one of the women in the office.

On one particular autumn evening we were all drinking at the bar across the street. Anna was flirty as usual, swishing her wide hips and huge tits and whispering “pusti boy” over and over whenever we were close. It became apparent that she was daring me to fuck her, but I was not taking the bait. She actually scared the shit out of me. I told her to try that shit with Carl and she swayed over to where he was flirting with the old ladies.

They whispered to each other and looked my way and laughed. Meanwhile Liza, a short fat hussy who sat across from my office was working me hard. She was warm for my cock since day one in the office. She’d follow me all over, so closely that if I stopped short, she’d bump her massive tits in my back. I looked over and saw Carl walking over to me, his face glistening from the hot air in the bar, his tight dress shirt unbuttoned three buttons down showing off his HOT chest hair and gold chain.

He leans into us and growls, “I got a quick meeting up in the office with Anna. I’ll need to talk with you about it in two hours, Liz make sure you get him back to me by then.”

Turning to me he said, “I’ll be in the small conference room,” and walked off.

Liza was beaming by this time and said to me as Carl walked out, “Good that gives us an hour and a half if we go now!” I paused.

“You’re not really a faggot like people say, are you?” she sneered. Now, I was young and still in the closet. I didn’t want my cover blown, so we got out of there and walked the five short blocks to her apartment.

We got to her apartment and I did what I needed to do to buy myself time and some dignity in the office. But Liza was a kinky bitch; she was into fisting and enemas. But that’s a story for another time [e-mail me for details if you like]

At the allotted time, I entered the darkened lobby of our office and as I turned down the hall leading to the small conference room, Anna the whore was coming out of it! She saw me and marched past me swinging her arms, tits and hips in a very triumphant way. “Have fun, Pusti!” she sang as she passed me in the hall. I just stood there and watched her turn into the lobby and listened as she got on the elevator.

My heart was pounding. I was enraged at what I just saw. What the fuck was this?! What was that whore doing with Carl?

I marched into the small conference room and stopped immediately at the sight. Carl was sitting on the sofa in the room, NAKED! He had drops of sweat running down his face and his sexy hairy chest.

He was majestic. He was sitting on the end of the sofa to my left, arms draped on the top and arm of the sofa, and his left leg, of course, up on the cushion. I had an instant hardon, here was pure 70’s porn perfection. This was a representative of all the men I used to beat off to when watching all those classic and not so classic movies.

“Strip”, he commanded. And I did, right in front of this hirsute god of a man. As I finished, (in record time) he threw a piece of cloth at me and I caught a pair of panties. They were black, nylon and moist.

“These were hers, smell them and put them on.” I sniffed them and was repulsed by the acrid stench of that whore’s juices. I put them on and he beckoned me with the index finger. I approached and he pointed with that same finger to his penis. I knelt between his hairy, muscled legs and opened my mouth to take in his semi-hard god-hammer.

The stench of that whore’s twat was still on his cock! I gagged and pulled away, but he persuaded me with his muscled arm and firm hand to take his manhood in my loving mouth. After a minute of drooling over it the taste became bearable.

As I sucked, he told me that he hate-fucked her and made her cum twice, but she didn’t make him cum, that was my job! That sent shivers down my spine and made be work harder on his rock-hard cock.

As I worshiped his hot tool, he reached behind him and snapped open a cap on something. He reached down and told me to drop the panties a little, I complied and he began rubbing lube on my ass. He put a big dollop on my hole and told me to work it in, which I did.

When he was ready, he pulled my head off his cock by grabbing my hair and using it as a handle. “Lay over the conference table;” I did.

He used his foot to get the panties off me and kicked my feet apart. He lubed his cock, pointed the head against the hole and gave a little push. The head pushed my rosebud in but didn’t penetrate. “Push back on me,, he commanded and I began pushing my ass onto his steel pole daddy cock as slowly and deliberately as I could. I wanted to shove the whole thing in, but I was tight and it would have killed me.

We got the head in and about an inch more when he told me to stop. I was sweating buckets and he was dripping on me as well. This was so hot, GOD! This is heaven! He held his cock there for a long time and when I started pushing back on it to get more in I was rewarded with a hard, fast smack on the ass! “OUCH,” I cried.

“You want more, faggot?”

“Yes sir”

He grabbed my hips and jammed the rest of his pole to the pubes! A white light and noise filled my head. I thought I was gonna die! It felt at once like being ripped in half and gutted at the same time. I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t remember the sound, but a deep, primal, guttural sound shot out of me. Carl held me fast against his hips and there was nowhere for me to go. “We’ll just wait here for a minute and get started,” he said to me. I could only nod yes.

After what seemed like an eternity, my pipe relaxed a bit and Carl started rocking his cock gently in and out just a bit at a time. I was breathing very shallow and trying not to tighten up again. I was pushing on his cock and exhaling on his thrusts and soon I was much better. He picked up the pace and I began moaning in time with his thrusts.

We were sweating buckets and I was getting the best fucking of my short life. I was sliding on the conference table in a pool of sweat. It was great, but one thing would have made it better…

“Wait, wait, baby,” I moaned as I tried to tap out of pinning me on the table. “What the fuck, bitch?” he grunted. “Wait, I want it to be better.” He pulled out of me and I turned over on the table lying on my back after grabbing my undershirt to lie on. I laid with my ass over the edge of the table and lifted my legs onto Carl’s shoulders.

Carl lined up again and long-dicked himself in with one thrust. I moaned, but this time I was looking into his eyes. The sweat was pouring from his face and shoulders and chest, my legs were slipping off him, but I held them there. He looked like Hercules standing over me and taking me as his. His face was so serious; I felt that mine had the expression of someone who took a powerful, sexy drug.

I was in the cock zone, nothing around me mattered. The place could have been on fire and it wouldn’t have mattered. Carl was fucking me like a piston and I was lying on my back like a bitch begging for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

I moved my legs down and he moved his arms to allow me to wrap my legs around his torso. I pulled him in with my legs and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his muscles in his upper back and shoulders. He was slippery with sweat; his hands were on the table on both sides of my head. I was caressing every inch of the skin I could reach. I moaned and pleaded with him to come inside me…deep inside me.

“Make me yours”… “I’m yours” … “breed me,” I whispered, moaned, screamed and he kept fucking me. His thrusts were deliberate and our tongues were battling. I was sucking his tongue, kissing his face and hugging him when suddenly; almost without warning I screamed and came all over myself. I was crying in my lust and release, my muscled clamped down and as soon as he realized that I was cumming, Carl tensed all of his hairy sweaty muscled, jammed his cock all the way in and came in me.

Shot after shot; throb after throb sends his seed into my belly. I was at that point TOTALLY in love with Carl. I felt a transformation happen at that moment. I wanted to be his. His wife, his slave, his bitch, whatever he wanted, I wanted to be it. I didn’t want him to pull out EVER! When we finished orgasming, I held him in me and begged him to keep it in as he grew semi soft.

He lay on me, panting, I was panting. I was scratching the words “I Love You” on is back and we laughed and kissed. He was gentle with me; he stroked back my hair, soaked with sweat and kissed me. We made out a bit and he pulled his head back looked at me and just stared. I started to flex my pussy muscles and tried to stroke him with my ass. I told him I loved him and I’d do anything for him, as I said it I felt him get hard again.

He gave me a sinister smile, and although my hole was wrecked, I smiled back and nodded and he began thrusting again. Without going into great detail on the second breeding, except to say that Carl voluntarily pulled out his hard cock and re-lubed my aching hole before really getting into my ass, we had a good long fucking.

When he came a second time he waited till he was soft before pulling out with an audible “pop” sound. We looked at his cock, it was remarkably clean and I asked him to clean it for him. He climbed onto the conference table and dropped his glistening cock in my mouth and I licked all the lube, cum and shit from his glorious pole. My submission was complete.

When we were done, another great thing happened. I stood up and a thick river of cum and lube ran down my leg. I felt like such a whore, it was great! I wiped it up with my undershirt. Carl handed me the panties and told me to put them on, and that Anna had maxi pads in her desk, I may want to run over and get one. I did. We washed off in the bathroom and got dressed and headed out to the bar. There were a few remnants of the people from the office there and we walking in raised a few eyebrows, but nothing was said.

Carl ordered us a couple of Cosmopolitans; we toasted and had our drinks.