Corporate Types
Corporate Types
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none;text-autospace:none\'>Corporate Types
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none;text-autospace:none\'>An original erotic
fiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
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none;text-autospace:none\'>A/N: Oh my gods, this
is my first actual non-fanfic porn story!! I can\'t believe it! (Masturbation,
oral, anal, m/m)
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none;text-autospace:none\'>My hands are
wandering down to my dick again. It\'s not like I can help it much; I see a lot
of hot guys on the subway on my way home from the office, and they always make
me hard as hell with their muscles gently delineated in Brooks Brothers suits
and their bright smiles, relieved once again to have survived another day at
the rat races. I swear some of them are checking me out, but then I remember
that most of them are straight- or so the term is commonly defined- and they
probably have a wife and kids to get home to.
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none;text-autospace:none\'>But as for myself, I
haven\'t got a lover. Haven\'t since John, and he left me for a guy that was more
his type...I don\'t know why, but he has a thing for queens. I\'m not one. So,
for now, I have my imagination and my hands.
none;text-autospace:none\'>I lay myself down on
my bed naked when I get home, and try to relax. I close my eyes, and trail my
right hand down my chest, gently teasinnippnipple as I imagine one of those
guys on the subway would do, my mind converting my middle finger into a hot,
teasing tongue. The sensation flows like fire down to my loins, making my cock
twitch a bit.
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none;text-autospace:none\'>Mmmm...
wants to skip the foreplay. I now imagine that handsome corporate fellow with
his face buried in my crotch, his lips wrapped tight around my shaft, his
tongue teasing the very tip when he comes back up for air, him giving it soft
kisses, his hands cradling my balls as if he were handling eggshells. I let out
a soft moan as he continues making love to my cock in the confines of my brain.
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none;text-autospace:none\'>There is
absolutely nothing on this earth that feels as good as getting head. It\'s not
only the physical feeling of having someone\'s hot, wet mouth pistoning up and
down on your dick; it\'s the emotional feeling that someone actually loves your
dick so damn much that they\'d actually worship it, as if you had a god in
between your legs that men from miles around would kneel down to...
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none;text-autospace:none\'>My train of thought
continues; now I\'m imagining this guy is tied up on my bed, begging me to ram
it in deep, ram it in hard. He hasn\'t gotten a good fucking in ages because his
girlfriend is conservative in bed and only likes it in the pussy,
missionary-position. She refuses to strap one on and screw him in the ass, even
though he is addicted to the whole feeling of being vulnerable and having his
prostate stimulated at the same time. My hand goes faster and faster; I want to
give my fantasy man a good, hard, sweet, deep fuck, one he\'ll remember all of
his life, one that will give him an orgasm so good that his whole body will be
shaking. My hand goes faster still, squeezing tighter, as I imagine him coming
now, his asshole contracting against my rod, making a deep feeling crawl up
slowly the the soles of my feet through my legs and into my dick. I pull out,
and I imagine myself coming violently all over his beautiful ass as my whole
body trembles with absolute, unfettered delight and pleasure. His ass looks so
damn good with jism all over it...beautiful...
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none;text-autospace:none\'>My mind can\'t imagine
very much anymore, as I am sated in afterglow. I fall quietly asleep, my dick
floppy again, and I still hope I can get one of those corporate types on the
subway.