10 Minute Break
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,991
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons besides those involved in its creation is coincidental. Cody Thomas holds exclusive rights to this. Do not copy or steal!
10 Minute Break
Hungry slut. His wrists bound to ankles with his own shoelaces, legs spread wide and kneeling before me, worshiping my cock. I tease him with it, sometimes keeping it just out of reach before ramming it straight down his willing throat where it’s warmly embraced by those beautiful cocksucker lips over and over again. Damn can he suck cock, he was practically made for it. I can feel my tip on the back of his throat, his tongue rippling, massaging the shaft as he tries pulling me even deeper down his throat.
“Dirty Boy.”
I listen to him whimper as I pull away and start rubbing my slick dick all over his face, that hungry tongue trying to follow, wanting to coax me back into his mouth. I move my foot until the tip of my boot is grazing his sac and he immediately starts humping like a whore, his tongue still trying to pull my prick past his lips.
“Hungry for something slut?”
“Please...Oh please Sir...”
I press the tip of my boot up harder, making him crush his own balls every time he thrusts. He loves it, crying out in pain and arousal, continuing to push harder and faster in his need.I fiercely grab his hair and force his face into my crotch, his lips and tongue against my balls. The cock he wants so desperately is closer than ever, yet still out of reach. He gets what he can from my sac, sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of my balls, able to breathe nothing but my musk and the smell of my precome...
“Be a good little cocksucker.”
He opens his mouth and slows his nearly desperate humping before presenting his tongue, and I rub just the tip over it, smearing it with precome. He whimpers, begging for more.
“You want more little boy?”
He nods as best he can with my fist still clenched in his hair.
“You’re going to come all over my boots you’re so happy to have my dick in your mouth. And after you do that you’re going to lick them clean you filthy little slut.”
I ram hard and fast down his throat, face fucking him until he can hardly breathe. My balls are tight and heavy, eager to empty themselves in his hungry little mouth. I press my foot harder into his crotch and he moans as it strokes his perenium every time he thrusts, his dick rubbing against the laces of my boot.
“Cum on my boots you dirty little cocksucker, make them nice and shiny.”
He can’t hold it any longer and shoots all over the black leather. I crush his face into my crotch until those stretched lips are pressed against my stomach, cutting off his air as I spill myself down his throat.
“Drink me dry slut.”
He obeys, milking my dick for all it’s worth before I pull back, laving the last drops over his tongue, his reward for a job well done. He sits back on his heels panting. I run my hand across his neck affectionately before I undo his wrists and he obediently leans forward and licks his cum off my boots. That perky little ass of his is sticking up enticingly and I really wanna fuck it, but I simply don’t have time, my break is over. I kneel down quickly and push him over my knee, smacking his ass hard four times, just enough so that he’ll feel it until lunch time.
“Get dressed slut, and keep your lunch hour free. I’m going to bend you over this fancy desk and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat from the other end.”
He groans, half hard again just from the thought. Once he’s dressed I smirk as he sits down behind his desk, trying to look composed and not like he just had my dick down his throat. I fasten my jeans and only spare him one glance as I unlock the door, he’s wiping his face with a wet wipe. I continue to smile as I leave the fancy office and return to my cubicle, loving casual Fridays and leaving the Senior Vice President to think about what I have in store for him at lunchtime.
A/N: I started this only hoping to see if I could write as a man, for a more male centered erotica audience, and to see if anyone liked it before I ever tried publishing it. I ended up enjoying it a bit too much I think. This style is starting to grow on me. Please let me know what you think of this, or at least rate it so I can tell if you liked it or not.
“Dirty Boy.”
I listen to him whimper as I pull away and start rubbing my slick dick all over his face, that hungry tongue trying to follow, wanting to coax me back into his mouth. I move my foot until the tip of my boot is grazing his sac and he immediately starts humping like a whore, his tongue still trying to pull my prick past his lips.
“Hungry for something slut?”
“Please...Oh please Sir...”
I press the tip of my boot up harder, making him crush his own balls every time he thrusts. He loves it, crying out in pain and arousal, continuing to push harder and faster in his need.I fiercely grab his hair and force his face into my crotch, his lips and tongue against my balls. The cock he wants so desperately is closer than ever, yet still out of reach. He gets what he can from my sac, sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of my balls, able to breathe nothing but my musk and the smell of my precome...
“Be a good little cocksucker.”
He opens his mouth and slows his nearly desperate humping before presenting his tongue, and I rub just the tip over it, smearing it with precome. He whimpers, begging for more.
“You want more little boy?”
He nods as best he can with my fist still clenched in his hair.
“You’re going to come all over my boots you’re so happy to have my dick in your mouth. And after you do that you’re going to lick them clean you filthy little slut.”
I ram hard and fast down his throat, face fucking him until he can hardly breathe. My balls are tight and heavy, eager to empty themselves in his hungry little mouth. I press my foot harder into his crotch and he moans as it strokes his perenium every time he thrusts, his dick rubbing against the laces of my boot.
“Cum on my boots you dirty little cocksucker, make them nice and shiny.”
He can’t hold it any longer and shoots all over the black leather. I crush his face into my crotch until those stretched lips are pressed against my stomach, cutting off his air as I spill myself down his throat.
“Drink me dry slut.”
He obeys, milking my dick for all it’s worth before I pull back, laving the last drops over his tongue, his reward for a job well done. He sits back on his heels panting. I run my hand across his neck affectionately before I undo his wrists and he obediently leans forward and licks his cum off my boots. That perky little ass of his is sticking up enticingly and I really wanna fuck it, but I simply don’t have time, my break is over. I kneel down quickly and push him over my knee, smacking his ass hard four times, just enough so that he’ll feel it until lunch time.
“Get dressed slut, and keep your lunch hour free. I’m going to bend you over this fancy desk and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat from the other end.”
He groans, half hard again just from the thought. Once he’s dressed I smirk as he sits down behind his desk, trying to look composed and not like he just had my dick down his throat. I fasten my jeans and only spare him one glance as I unlock the door, he’s wiping his face with a wet wipe. I continue to smile as I leave the fancy office and return to my cubicle, loving casual Fridays and leaving the Senior Vice President to think about what I have in store for him at lunchtime.
A/N: I started this only hoping to see if I could write as a man, for a more male centered erotica audience, and to see if anyone liked it before I ever tried publishing it. I ended up enjoying it a bit too much I think. This style is starting to grow on me. Please let me know what you think of this, or at least rate it so I can tell if you liked it or not.