Dear Director of Human Resources,
I walked into CoWorker H's office to discuss a work related issue and immediately segued the conversation into an invitation to meet me in one of our break-out offices for a blow job. These are private offices with limited access, and since I had opened one for just this reason, I was comfortable that we would not be disturbed.
"Do you mean right now?" H asked.
"Now or when you get a few minutes." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
H looked at his computer screen and said to himself, "I guess this can wait."
We walked into the back office and I took a seat in front of one of the computer systems and logged on, suggesting that if anyone were to come in, we would look like we were discussing work. As I typed in the password, I could hear H unzipping his Casual Friday jeans.
I spun around in the chair to find his fairly erect fat cock in my face, and without hesitation began sucking him. His dick is thick and big. It isn't as long as I've seen but I pride myself in taking him all the way to the back of my throat without gagging.
As I used my tongue and mouth to pleasure him, I wrapped one hand at the base and stroked it, borrowing a technique I've watched women on Tumblr videos use. I was pleased at the sounds he made as I eagerly sucked him.
When I removed the hand from the jerking motion and moved my mouth all the way to the base, then began swirling my tongue on his hard cock, I could hear his soft moaning. With both my hands on his ass, as if to pull his dick further into my mouth, I could feel his legs trembling. I know this feeling having been the recipient of wobbly legs myself from time to time.
After several minutes I backed off and asked him if he was okay. I wanted his load and was ready for him to flood my throat, but I wasn't sure he was ready. He responded by putting his dick back in my mouth, which made me happy.
As I continued to service H I began contemplating how I should position his cock when he unloaded. In all the times he and I have played this game, he has never cum in my mouth. I don't feel bad for a few reasons, most of which is, he prefers giving head. But also, he has had some male issues and in order for him to ejaculate, he has to have certain conditions working in his favor.
As I continued the enjoyable task, I imagined a load big enough to cause me to choke or perhaps pull away mid ejaculation creating an awkward mess for both of us. Alas, his dick would not cooperate this time around. The nerves of being at work and potentially being walked in on is certainly a limiting factor.
I have no such fear these days. We switched places and now I was standing with my dick pulled from my jeans and his mouth was working me.
I shut my eyes and let my head fall back as H worked my dick with his brilliant tongue. The man, for only taking up this pleasure in his mid fifties, has the skills of a well paid experienced escort. I flip that little switch in my mind which accepts that orgasm is not only an option, but fairly imminent. I've "passed the falls" as Savage describes, and the moment of release has arrived.
I let H know that I was about to cum and that only increased the pleasure that he was deriving from sucking my cock. The man loves my dick and the taste of my seed.
Where moments earlier I had been contemplating how to handle his load and the what ifs of not being able to swallow it all, now I was flooding his throat with every last bit of juice my body could produce since having fucked my wife only last night. Not bad for an old guy, hey?
H doesn't allow a drop to escape his mouth. By the time I am placing my spent pud back into my jeans, he has left it completely clean of any remnants or evidence of cum. My legs are left just as wobbly as his and I have to take a seat to recover.
Over the next fifteen minutes we talk about sex and the people we work with; who we would enjoy blowing or banging. When we leave the back office, he heads off to lunch with another colleague and I grab my lunch from the refrigerator to heat up. Business as usual.
Employee of the Month,