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I was working at the country club this weekend during the summer between my freshman and sophomore year in college when I was told to take a tray of drinks up to the Board of Directors offices for a meeting they were going to have. The tray was filled with scotch and sodas, bourbons and a couple of martinis. The board meetings were known to be pretty raucous affairs at the club, with more business deals and boys club banter than actual club business getting conducted. The elections to the board were always hotly contested, as it was a prestigious club and an even more prestigious position within it. Because it was such a lofty position to hold, the Board was made up of the titans of the local economy - many high powered doctors, attorneys, and business leaders populated the Board Room. The club was run very well though, so the membership tended to look the other way when it came to the excesses of the Board.
When I got to the Board Room, it was empty, so I set the tray off to the side on one of the countertops surrounding the gorgeous solid wood conference table and was arranging the drinks in a nice fashion when I heard the door open and saw Mr. Jenkins enter the room. The Board Room is tucked away and without windows to the rest of the floor, so it was a very private room. The wall of windows on one side of the room overlooked the 18th green and the expansive property the club owned.
I said hi to Mr. Jenkins and told him I'd be done soon. He said not to worry. The meeting wasn't scheduled to start for another hour. I asked him if he wanted me to go get some ice to help keep the drinks fresh, and he said they'd be fine.
Dalton Jenkins was a prominent business owner in town. He was old money - inherited from his father and grandfather, but he had managed to turn their small fortune into a huge one with the right investments and good management. He was married to a beautiful wife and had two small kids that were frequently at the pool during the summer. He was elected CFO at the most recent election for the board, certainly being groomed to be CEO one day. I'd seen him in the locker room often, and we would chat occasionally about the club or school or other mundane things. What I saw in the locker room always made me drool, and I'm sure he could tell he turned me on, but he never made it awkward or changed the way he talked to me. He was taller than me and finely sculpted with nice muscles under well-trimmed hairy skin, his shoulders and pecs standing proud above a narrow waist and strong legs. His dick was impressive, even soft, hanging several inches over a loose pair of testicles in a shaved sac, his pubic hair nicely trimmed and always impeccable. His firm ass always flexed seductively when he walked from the locker to the shower or stood there talking to colleagues with his towel draped over his shoulder. He was a nearly perfect specimen of male power and charm.
As I turned to leave, I was confronted by him standing right in front of me. I may have even squeaked a little and stopped abruptly, but he grabbed me and pulled me close. He told me I looked great and that he was glad I was working today. I said thanks and started to ask if there was anything else I could do, when he lifted my polo shirt over my head and tossed it aside near the table. He snaked his left arm around me and worked his big hands into the waist of my pants and down the crack of my ass to my hairless hole, now quivering with anticipation of his next move. His meaty hand massaged my left butt cheek and spread them apart enough for his middle finger to find my hole and begin to push in slowly. I was moaning into his neck, pushing back against his hand when his finger breached my ring and sunk into his first knuckle. He brought his right hand up and tweaked my right nipple and told me how good my hole felt around his finger and that it would feel so much better wrapped around his cock "where it should be".
I kept moaning into his neck and leaned up to kiss his jawline, telling him that his big, thick cock should spread my hole open and sink all the way in until his balls were pressed against my straining taint. He literally growled and pulled his hand out of my pants and pushed me over against the conference table. My ass hit the edge, feeling empty without his fingers lodged inside me, but he joined me at the table and pushed me down to my knees and told me to get it out and get it ready.
I didn't need any more instruction, so I undid his belt and his buttoned and zippered pants until they were around his ankles, then reached up and rubbed his hard cock, outlined against the straining fabric of his boxer briefs. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him until my nose was rubbing against his covered dick, the spot at the tip where he was leaking precum getting bigger by the second. I mouthed his cock through his underwear as he moved my head along his length, until I wanted the real thing. I brought my hands up and hooked his underwear in my fingers and slowly tugged them down to his ankles, joining his crumpled pants, and his dick flopped up and hit me in the nose, leaving a streak of precum across my face. I opened my mouth and trapped his cock between my lips, my tongue working his head and shaft as I sank down until his head was burrowing into my esophagus.
I always love the first time a guy enters my mouth, and I can take him into my throat until his balls are banging against my chin. His knees usually buckle and he has to hold onto my shoulders to stay upright. Mr. Jenkins was no different, impressed with my ability and luxuriating in the feel of my warm, wet mouth and throat massaging and contracting around his immense length and girth.
I pulled up and licked the tip of his cock as it rested on my tongue, then sank down again and again, coating his dick with spit and throat snot, knowing it would need a lot to not rip me apart when he finally entered me. He grabbed my head with both hands over my ears and held tight while he fucked into my throat, never letting go of the control someone like Mr. Jenkins is used to. I was happy to let him have me however he wanted, just excited to finally get to feel his power against my frame.
He continued to fuck my face for a few minutes, the drool running down the veiny shaft of his dick and dripping off his balls onto my chest and abdomen. The sounds of me slightly gagging and the wet slurping sound of his dick sinking into my throat excited me to the point of nearly orgasming without even touching my dick, but he soon decided he wanted the rest of me and pulled out of my mouth, grabbed me under my shoulders and spun me around until I was chest down on the table with my still covered ass facing him. He grabbed my pants and yanked them down until they were around my feet and came up and rubbed my ass with his strong hands, kneading and pulling my cheeks apart to expose my winking, hairless hole.
He leaned down and started tonguing my hole with earnest enthusiasm, spreading my cheeks apart to give him ultimate access to my most intimate body part. He covered my hole with spit and began to enter slightly, teasing the tight muscle with his tongue and lubing me up with more of his saliva. He pulled back and actually spit into my hole, which is such a fucking turn on to me - a man getting his equipment ready to be used for his pleasure.
He then stood up and came closer, his wet dick slapping against my ass, leaving precum and spit trails all over my skin. He put a hand on my lower back and pushed down until I was trapped against the table, my legs spread as far apart as I could with my trapped feet, and pointed his dick at my hole with his other hand. The head pushed against the tight ring of muscle guarding my entrance as well as it could, until the pressure became too much, and he entered me steadily until his balls were resting against my taint. My hard dick was banging against the edge of the table, dripping precum onto the expensive carpet near where the CEO sits for meetings.
After lodging in my ass all the way and resting for a moment, he began to pull out slowly, the lips of my abused and stretched hole clinging to his shaft as he retracted from within me. I could feel the ridge of his dick head rub against my prostate then spread my hole open even more, before he sunk back in, knocking the wind out of me. Thank god for the cool wood of the table that I could cling to, as he began to saw in and out of my ass with true purpose, using me and my tight hole for his stress relief and pleasure before the tensions of a meeting. He was grunting with each push into me, coinciding with my wonderful moans of pleasure and pain. He had the stamina of a Greek god and continued to fuck me for the next while, until I was worried we would be visited by other members of the board. My ass was singing with the warmth and vibrations of his dick as it pushed and pulled against the straining muscles of my battered hole, until he began to fuck me a little more urgently, his grunts and groans a little higher in pitch, his words to me a little more graphic.
"God, your ass is perfect. It's made for my big dick to fuck you."
"You want my cum? Want me to breed that faggot ass of yours?"
"You're going to get it! Take it, little bitch! Take my cum!"
I couldn't mouth a word other than faint moans and squeaks until he pushed into me a final time and held tight inside me, his hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down onto his dick as firmly as possible before he exploded inside me. The convulsions of his dick inside my hole and his body against mine rocked me against the table until I couldn't hold back any more and screamed out as I shot out under the table, my cum leaving tell-tale streaks across the carpet.
He stayed inside me for a while longer until he softened and slid out, a gush of cum leaving with him and running down my leg and pooling in my underwear. I sank down before he could do anything and took him into my mouth, cleaning his cum and my ass off his dick before pulling his underwear and pants back up, buttoning, zipping and buckling him to be presentable for the meeting. I stood up and raised my pants as well, then leaned over to get my shirt, just getting it over my head before the door opened and the CEO, Mr. Rutherford, entered and said a hearty hello to Mr. Jenkins. I gathered the tray unnoticed by him and made my way toward the door as I realized my cum was still on the carpet by the CEOs seat. I turned to look back at Mr. Jenkins with an "I'm sorry" look, as he noticed the streaks with a huge smile on his face.
Thanks! Let me know want you thought! Drew (writer.drew@proton.me)