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A Week with the Boss P2
After the tryst in the limo I'd felt pretty bad. The knowing look the driver gave me when we got out sent wave of embarrassment through me and soon after the guilt of having cheated on my loving boyfriend hit me.
Nevertheless, when Mr Rousseau walked cockily into the hotel reception and told the person at the desk that the second room wouldn't be needed anymore, I didn't protest. I knew I was his now.
As we got into the lift, he put his hands on either side of my waist and began to speak into my ear.
"You're being very quiet boy, are you missing daddy's cock?" he growled, grinding his hips into me at the same time. Before I could respond, however, a bellboy dashed into the lift. I felt Mr Rousseau hesitate behind me for a second, before he carried on grinding his hips into me and whispering dirty talk in my ear. From our reflections in the door, I could tell that what he wasn't doing anymore was looking at me. His eyes were fixed instead on the bellboy next to us - he of course stared dutifully forward, but was clearly aware.
The boy wasn't my type but was still obviously attractive. Clearly young, he looked like he must've only recently finished school. Blond hair framed his pretty face, with big blue eyes and pouty looking lips. He was short, about my height, and his body was shown off pretty well in his uniform, tight trousers and a waistcoat showing a slender but muscled frame.
Soon the lift reached its first stop and the bellboy started to walk out. Mr Rousseau's hand shot out quickly giving his cute arse a smack. My expectation was that the bellboy would continue ignoring us, but instead he turned and gave Mr Rousseau a cute grin in response.
"Got a name son?" Mr Rousseau asked.
"I'm Drew sir" he replied "do you need any help with anything?"
Mr Rousseau just smiled back and allowed the doors to the lift to close.
"I can't believe you just did that!" I exclaimed, pulling away from him, a little out of shock and a lot out of jealousy.
"What do you mean?" Mr Rousseau asked quietly, his face suddenly dark.
"Making show like that and you know, inviting other guys..." I said, trailing off as I saw the anger growing on his face.
"Listen faggot" he spat, as he used his height to loom over me and back me into the corner "I'm the man and you're the pussy. I let you serve me, just like that bellboy is going to later and many others have, and you love it. If you want to keep getting fucked, then know your place".
`He backed me further and further into the corner as he spoke, so that I was pushed right up against it now. His words were harsh and cruel, but at the same time I knew them to be true and was turned on by it. By his bullishness and male power. It was like he was the first real man I'd ever met. I'd do anything to suck him again. He saw the submission in my eyes and smiled, placing a kiss on my forehead.
As soon as we got into the room - a beautiful suite, with a view of Central Park - we both began to strip off. I ripped my clothes off quickly while he removed his lazily, before taking a seat in a plush armchair. We both really took each other in now. I stared at him, still astonished by his height. He was so hairy too, covering his sexy chest, belly, and thick thighs. And there, between the hairy thighs, was his giant cock, semi-hard already.
"Oh daddy..." I groaned as I started to move towards him, about to fall to my knees.
"Not quite yet boy" he chuckled "get daddy a drink first, a big whisky".
I did as I was told and made my way to the minibar. While I was making his drink, I heard him pick up the hotel phone and dial.
"Hello" I heard him say "I'm in room 801 and I need some help with my TV".
The person on the other end said something I couldn't hear.
"Yes, but I was wondering if you could send that bellboy Drew, I spoke with him earlier and found him very... agreeable".
More responses I couldn't hear.
"Yes, I understand he will expect a tip, thank you" he finished, hanging up the phone.
I handed him his drink now and stood patiently in front of him.
"Give daddy a suck while he drinks his whisky" he ordered.
"Yes, thank you daddy" I said, smiling as I got to my knees.
I started slowly this time, sliding my tongue up the sides and around his huge, sweaty balls. The sweat and musk of the plane flight and fuck in the car still lingered on him. Delicious I took his huge dick in my mouth, stretching my lips over the huge head and hearing him moan. His hand started touching my body, feeling my shoulders and arms, before settling on top of my head. He was more gentle this time, using his hand to encourage rather than skull fuck me, although I had no doubt that would come later.
"You like sucking your married daddy's cock?"
I moaned my affirmation around his cock, sucking more in to show my enthusiasm. Je chuckled and pressed down on the back of my head, cramming another inch of his monster in.
It was then that that the door knocked. I tried to pull away, but daddy held me there, mouth full of dick.
"It's open!" he shouted.
In came Drew the bellboy. I couldn't see him, because the door was behind me, so I don't know how he reacted. I think would have been more shocked to be confronted with the site of the giant Mr Rousseau receiving a blowjob. He though, was just silent for a few moments, before asking, rather huskily, "how can I help?"
Mr Rousseau chuckled and then knocked back the last of his whisky. He pushed me off his giant cock and started stroking in slowly.
"You can start by taking off that uniform and sucking this".
I turned now and saw Drew yanking his clothes off, revealing his lean, muscled body. He had a big shit-eating - or dick-eating rather - grin on his face. I had a feeling this was a service he'd provided before. He got on his knees and started sucking daddy's cock like a pro. I felt envy boiling inside me, he was sucking daddy's dick and doing it better.
"What should do daddy?" I asked, a tinge of whininess creeping into my voice.
"Watch and learn boy" he said, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back, content. I had to admit, Drew was doing an amazing job. He was deep throating nearly the whole thing now. Daddy looked over at me, standing there awkwardly and finally took pity on me. He pushed Drew off and said "your turn".
I dived on his dick, eagerly sucking as mush in as I could. I had about 7 inches in and felt I couldn't do anymore, when I felt Drew crouch behind me. He started forcing my head down and manoeuvring it so my throat was in the right position to take more.
"C'mon, you can better than that" he said nastily "should I hit him for you sir?" I stared up at Mr Rousseau, amusement payed across his face. I saw him considering it, before seeing the submission in my face and grunting his approval. Drew began to slap me on the face and arse, while he carried on forcing my head down.
"Take it fag" he jeered.
I'd never been so humiliated, but it turned me on so much. Giving myself over to a real man to be used, not having to think anymore, I felt free. There was no way I could go back to my pussy of a boyfriend now.
Soon we moved on to fucking. We started with me and Drew bent over the coffee table, taking it in turns to get pounded by Mr Rousseau's cock. We both moaned and screamed.
"thank you daddy!"
"Fuck me daddy, use me!"
We then moved on to taking it in turns to ride daddy's big cock. I didn't manage to bounce on it quite as fast or skilfully as Drew, but daddy said my hole was tighter. The pounding I took made my eyes roll back into my head. It was like being a returned to a primal state. All I existed for was serving Mr Rousseau and his giant cock. He spanked us and growled that we were his sluts as we rode him. He had his hands on our hips, forcing all the way down, balls- deep.
Me and drew both came without touching our cocks. Daddy's cock forcing the orgasm out of us as we rode him. Once we'd both cum, daddy's chest was covered, so Drew carried on riding him while I started licking up the mess.
"Oh fuck, look at you pair of sluts" Mr Rousseau groaned., bucking his hips up to meet Drew's bounces. He was close.
"Both of you on your knees" he commanded, lifting Drew off his cock at the same time. He towered over us both, as we waited on our knees with our mouths open. With a final few pumps of his cock, daddy roared. His cock spewed jets of delicious, thick cum. He coated our faces and filled our mouths. Once he had finished, neither of us swallowed straight away. Instead, we turned to each other and began to kiss. We dribbled cum between us and made a show for daddy.
"Oh good boys, good boys" he chuckled, patting me on the head.
Drew left soon after that. I saw Mr Rousseau tip him with a large wad of cash and give him another pat on the butt as he left.
"He was fun daddy" I said, as we got into bed.
"He was a whore, I prefer you, my loyal little fag" he said back, "now get some sleep, the conference starts tomorrow and you're going to be working very hard". ...
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