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The hotel room stank of our sex – sweat, cum, two of the best smells in the universe. I felt his cum both heavy inside me where he'd blasted it deep in my mancunt a couple of times and heavy in my stomach where I'd swallowed a third very heavy load. My fuckhole was close to closed again after being STRETCHED and left gaping after his rough, relentless fucking, and I could feel where some of his cum had run out of me and onto the sheet under my balls, now resting, exhausted themselves, between my splayed legs.

I'd flopped back like a dead fish after that last one, after I'd gulped his last blast, and he did, too. Now he did what most exhausted tops did when their nuts had been good and surely drained – snored beside me. Not loud, window-rattling snores, but snores nonetheless. I liked it – another sign of a job well done. My job . . . as a power bottom.

I looked over at him and marveled again at his resemblance to a young Matt Damon. Taller, more built, but his face, hair color and overall build were similar. And his beautiful monster cock, laying there flaccid yet still bigger than most men when they're fully hard, laying across his thigh, his big, hairy balls looking just as big as they did before I drained them of three loads to rival any porn moneyshot.

I licked my lips, again savoring the taste of him – of his cum, but also his cock, which I'd sucked clean after each time he fucked my lights out and dumped his seed so deep inside me, after the second time that was the way I got his seed down my gullet, by gripping and man-handling those huge cumtanks while I kept sucking that monster until I sucked a climax out of him that had him screaming. GOD I love that!

I inhaled deeply of the sex-stench, and my head became light as my body reacted as another man might to snorting cocaine. My own cock, three loads fucked out of me – that second one I thought would be endless . . . or I just hoped it would never end! – became hard again. Not as big as the monster he wielded when he was fully aroused, but definitely in the extra large category, often a draw, often a curse for me, as a consummate power bottom.

Moving my hand to my sac hanging slack on the sheet between my legs, I began to roll my sore nuts in my hand. My balls always begin to ache if a third climax is forced out of me, and the dull ache persists . . . and taunts me by its tantalizing perpetuation of my arousal. As I rolled my aggrieved balls, my cock twitched and began to emit precum, which was a persistent dollop at the slit and then rolled down and over my foreskin, which was pulled back but not entirely off my fat head, and then down my shaft.

My fuckchute was responsive to my self-manipulation too, and the delightful sting resulting from the abuse it had taken earlier was reminded to me as my cunt spasmed gently, begging for more. And I did want MORE. I always wanted more. I always wanted IT, then I always wanted MORE of IT.

"Stroke it," suddenly ordered beside me in his deep voice, gravelly from sleep and maybe also from the loudness of our sex before, startled me. I realized instantly that I'd stopped hearing his snores at some point – I just didn't know when, just that he was now becoming hard again as he watched me languidly play with my balls.

I turned to the side and gazed appreciatively at his handsome face, almost transfixed as he stared at my cock, and then along his body from his chiseled, smooth chest to his treasure trail, cut groin, enormous cock and balls, lightly furred and beautifully defined quads, thick, strong calves, to his wide, big feet . . . and back up him again, taking my time before I answered. My cock was throbbing despite its spent state and lack of direct stimulation. What he didn't know was that I could make myself cum from playing with my balls . . . IF I was sexed up enough . . . and I surely was sexed up . . . more than enough.

"Get yourself off for me while I watch you," he clarified his order to me.

My face broke into a meaningful leer as I faced him, his eyes still on my cock, bobbing and dripping. "What do I get if I do?"

That brought his eyes to mine. But then he just flicked his eyes to his own cock, now hard again, immense of proportion and irresistible. Back eye-to-eye, his burning gaze said it all.

My eyes locked onto his cock, and my hand continued its work. My mind, without need for me to direct it, went back to our meeting and the searing bolt of sexual need that flashed through me the very first time I saw him. I rolled and massaged my balls and teased my scrot and remembered . . .

I'd come out of the gym showers and rounded to the locker area, turned the corner to the aisle where I'd stowed my gear and stopped dead in my tracks. A tall hunk of a man, his side to me, giving me a beautiful profile view of both his sculpted form head-to-toe, but specifically of his amazing long fat cock and hugely full sac hanging. He was talking to someone – no memory of the other person, just that he was facing someone and talking, and his voice was deep and rich.

He noticed me to his side, stopped, staring, and he turned to me with a look that I could only call . . . dismissive. Sure, he looked me up and down, paying attention to the bulge under my wet towel around my waist, but the look in his eyes was more like he expected hot younger men, taller than he, to be disarmed by his naked appeal.

My locker was beside that of the man he was talking to, whom I walked past and registered not a bit of data about, and it was between the end of the aisle bench close to the hunk and the next one down. Good planning on my part – reflex, actually. I got to my locker, spun the lock and then got to work . . . putting my foot up on the bench farther away from him, whipping off my towel and making a job of re-drying my leg, my foot, each toe, between, all the while my – if I say so – HOT ass wagging in his direction.

I made a show of grabbing my phone from my locker and looking briefly at the screen so that I could steal a glance and see if he was looking when I turned back. He was . . . and he was clearly losing concentration in his conversation because I heard him say, "Uh, yeah, sorry, just had a thought there . . . " I looked up and met his eyes dead on and smiled at that, and he stumbled on his words again.

Then I went to work on my other leg, foot up on the bench, ass wagging at him again as I took my time and made certain I was as dry as I could be. At least my leg was . . . my cunt was juicing with desire for him, that huge cock of his . . . I could only imagine how it would be fully angry and needy for release.

When I turned around again, that time I looked directly at him. He was fumbling in his locker for something – probably his underwear, since he was still butt naked. He looked over, and I smiled again. This time his look was not dismissive, it was direct and determined.

"I haven't seen you here before," he led with. Then he stepped toward me with his right hand out. "Theo. Theo Bantry," he finished.

I gripped his hand in the firm, direct handshake my father had taught me with the intent that I'd make a manly impression in a completely different situation. "Mads van Duessen," I told him, our eyes locked on each other's. "I've never been here before. I am a guest of a member or member company more accurately. I'm in town for an interview."

"Good to meet you," Theo responded, not releasing the grip on our hands, having stopped shaking for a minute or so now.

I grinned and looked down at our hands, and then I looked back to his face, allowing my eyes to travel up the front of him slowly, obviously. My grin was wicked – like his fuckweapon! – and my nuts were beginning to get hot, as my fuckhole already had.

Theo's smile back was broad and equally wicked. "I was just about to start my workout," he told me, releasing my hand, which I instantly regretted. "Looks like you've just finished."

I held my ground, facing him directly as he did me. "I had an awesome workout in the gym." I lowered my voice slightly. "But I could go a few rounds more," I told him.

Theo's wide blue eyes narrowed slightly, and I swear I saw his big cock twitch in the edge of my sight.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. We just drank each other in. I was about to say it, finally, but he did, his voice softer, too: "Are you staying close by?"

"Very," I grinned . . . and so did he for the first time. It was manly but also playful. I knew my cock was starting to grow. TIME TO GO! "I'm in the hotel almost next door."

"Good," he said, simply.

We'd dressed quickly and walked the chilly half-block to my hotel and were in my room and naked again equally quickly. We hadn't spoken along the way – not a word. And he hadn't shoved me against the wall of the elevator when we were in it, despite our being alone. Shame, really.

But he made up for it when we got in my hotel room. Theo pushed me against the wall – HARD actually – and pressed himself into me. "I hope you like it HARD," he growled, our eyes locked, our lips almost touching, his hard monster fuckweapon shoved into my own hardon.

"As hard as you can give it, I can take it," I told him, my eyes determined, reaching around and grabbing his ass and pulling him harder into me.

"I haven't showered since this morning. I can take a quick shower so that I'm as clean as you are," he offered.

"I like a man to smell and taste like a man in addition to feeling like one," I told him matter-of-factly, as I bent my head and inhaled deeply at his neck. "Mmmmmmmm," I commented.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" he murmured. And then he pushed back from me suddenly. "Get naked – NOW!" he ordered, and he went to work stripping off his expensive suit and beautiful French-cuffed shirt as he kicked off his shoes.

We finished about the same time, and I was about to offer to hang his suit when in one fluid motion he launched himself at me and grabbed me and tackled me onto the bed. HOT FUCKING DAMN this was going to be HOT!

He had my left arm up over my head licking my pit, and I was writhing under him to get purchase on his enormous engorged cock, which I couldn't close my big hand around it was so thick. He was licking and biting my nipple and then the other and then my other pit as I jacked his bestial manhood and his hips worked into my strokes wantonly. The creamy precum in my hand was plentiful as he obviously enjoyed what was happening, though plentifully as it was flowing I had only a small amount of that massive member slicked with it yet.

Theo's mouth and teeth were working down to my six-pack, which he worked down one side of my throbbing cock and then took a long swipe with his tongue over my balls, which made my body tense with excitement, and then worked his way up the other side of my hardon, over my groin and up the ladder of my abs. When he'd licked my sac I'd grabbed a handful of his big stallion balls TIGHT. When he was at the top of my abs and turned his head and inhaled my own, rather formidably sized hardon, my grip tensed and I involuntarily gave them a yank.

"AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Theo roared around my cock. The feel of his throat vibrating around my cockhead made my entire body jolt.

"Want yours!" I growled, having resumed my jacking and pulled on his cock in case he didn't hear me.

Theo laughed around my cock. He didn't break his rhythm deep-throating my pulsing knob and then his talented lips working their way up to my knob, working my shaft with his equally talented tongue, which swirled around my head and teased my piss slit before he swallowed me whole again. I sure hoped he fucked as proficiently as he sucked cock.

As I was about to wrestle him to get my mouth on his cock, his mouth was off my cock and my legs were in the air. His face was in my crack and his tongue deep inside my hole. "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!" I cried out and grabbed my own ankles to pull my knees to my chest and give him free access to my hole.

Theo ate me as well or better than he'd been sucking me. His tongue teased inside my fuckchute, tongue fucking me and also licking my cuntwalls. He also chewed my rosebud and sucked me, and my continuing moans, growls and cries came in time to the changeups. "HOT fucking bitch, aren't you, Mads?" he growled up at me over my waving cock at one point.

"You have no fucking idea!" I shot back and was immediately sucking in breath again as his tongue was inside me working me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" he growled and was back to work.

My precum was puddling on my sternum and between my pecs as my cock flowed continuously. I was so turned on I was close to wondering if I'd blow my wad with him eating my manhole.

That thought went away suddenly, as did his tongue, and he was against my thighs, his intimidating cock resting on my own hardon, dripping on my abs as he looked down at me. "Condoms?" he asked, his breathing heavy.

"Wouldn't ruin a manfuck with anything between us," I rasped back.

His eyes widened and his nostrils flared, and a huge glob of precum plopped into the mess on my abs. Then a grin spread across his face . . . and was quickly replaced with an eyes-narrowed look of sheer determination.

Theo pulled back and grabbed his humongous hardon and shoved the tennis-ball-sized head of it hard against my hole. "HOLY FUCK!" I shouted, as he didn't stop and pushed HARDER, stretching my hole open wider than it almost ever was with a horsecock inside me.

"Yeah, you said you can take it," he growled. "And you're going to," a loud grunt which corresponded to the pain in my hole increasing dramatically, "TAKE IT" he groaned.

I shouted . . . LOUD . . . as I felt like my ass was being ripped open as Theo entered me with a growl. At least he held there, his impossibly huge head inside me like an apple in a pig's mouth, or so it felt. I was panting and trying to gather myself while we held that position.

Theo was over me, looking hard into my eyes, panting himself. I felt like I could feel his cock throbbing inside me . . . or maybe it was my guts spasming in pain. He was waiting for me to relax around him, which I doubted was within my physiology, given the enormity of his girth and that bull-sized knob that was, then, wedged inside my opening. But I wanted it . . .

I reached onto my torso and scooped up as much of the heavy drips of precum as I could get and reached around and generously lubed his monstrous, veiny shaft with it. I smeared as much as I could get at my entrance, but there was no way any was getting IN – I was stretched too damn tight to get anything else in there. "You gonna fuck me or hold that pose all night, stud?" I shot up at him.

His eyes widened again, and he started to SHOVE that fucklog of his into me inch after inch.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I yowled, and I thrashed my head side to side, but Theo didn't stop and filled me to a place I only vaguely ever felt once long ago I'd been filled.

When he was all in, he ground into me and pulled me up painfully against him so our chests were together. His breath was hot in my face. "You said you wanted it."

I forced myself to grind onto him, eliciting a surprised wide-eyed look from him. "I FUCKING DO!" I growled and pushed myself forcefully away, landing on my back out of his reach. I began to gyrate on that massive fuckpole impaling me, and Theo took his cue.

He began to fuck me – none too gently. "OH FUCK YOU'RE TIGHT!" he shouted as his first full stroke out and then back into me made me see stars. "FUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he followed, as his pace increased.

My prostate was being pummeled, directly by his head when the huge flared edge of it knocked it on the way out or when his ginormous head slammed into it on the way in. But his amazingly fat shaft was so thick inside me that he was rubbing my pleasure button all the way in and all the way out with every stroke, too.

To my credit I was fucking back onto his cock, and his groin smacked my ass with such force as to make the smacks loud enough to be heard over our continuous stream of filthy talk. It only made it hotter. I was sailing on the wave of pain mixed with pleasure that comes from a ruthless fucking, my entire body riding waves, breaking and bobbing, building and breaking again.

"Jesus fuck you weren't kidding, Mads!" he exclaimed and pounded me impossibly harder.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOU KNOW IT!" I told him and went back to hissing and growling and moaning.

I have no idea how long we fucked that first time, just that it wasn't as long as the second, which if I'd been coherent during the first I'd have told you could never have been possible . . . to take a second anal assault from that monster cock. But suddenly I was shouting "OH FUCK YEAH! FUCKING FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK ME! FUCK YES JUST LIKE—"

"Fucking awesome," Theo's deep voice softly interrupted my memory as my body bucked, my balls ACHED as I cried out and began to blast my seed all over myself laying there next to him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I cried, as my balls felt like they were in a vise, and maybe they were, being squeezed, because I felt myself pumping a coating of my jizz out to splat on me from chin to groin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Theo growled appreciatively as I caught my breath.

"FUCK," I hissed, "ME . . . AGAIN," I struggled to get out as my body struggled to get back to normal after a spine-dislocating orgasm, almost as good as the three he'd fucked out of me.

Theo pulled me into him, having rolled onto his side, and put one big hand on the side of my face. Strangely, the first truly intimate gesture he'd made. "You said yourself before you were fucked-out, my studly bitch. I don't want to ruin your amazing pleasure portal."

Clichés aside, he quoted me for truth . . . but that wasn't going to stop me. "Smear my hole with my jizz and FUCK ME with that amazing rhinocock that's pressing against my gooey groin. NOW!" I shouted the last for emphasis, and it startled him. "I want more of you, Theo," I said, gentler.

"I don't want to hurt you," he reasserted, though very quietly, his lips almost against mine.

"I gave you what you wanted. Now give me what I want!" I demanded.

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I walked into the lobby of the company for my interview the next morning about fifteen minutes early so that whatever security gauntlet had to be run would be done and I'd be available at the time of my appointment. Okay, "walked" is slightly more than what I did. I ambled, in an attempt to keep myself from screaming in pain.

The last fuck with Theo was as amazing as the first two, including him fucking yet another load out of me. My fuckchute, however, felt like it had survived a nuclear fuckwar and might be ruined by radiation . . . or something. My ass STUNG with every move. I won't even say how it felt in the morning when I had to, uh, use it for its intended purpose!

"Oh, Mr. van . . . Deeson?" the cute young man, dressed nicely in a better-than-Macy's suit, who was the company's main receptionist struggled.

I smiled and laughed, and he looked relieved at the smile but then concerned at my laugh. "It's van Duessen – like DO SIN," I told him with a wink.

He blushed at that and repeated my name and told me that their HR director would be interviewing me personally, but that one of the company executives' schedules had changed and he'd be seeing me first. If I'd just have a seat . . .

"I don't mind standing for a bit before I'm seated for my interview . . . or interviews," I told him, with a smile, and I walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area, admiring the million dollar view of the Capitol building and the Mall.

As I looked out, I was approached across the lobby. I heard the clip-clopped steps on the slate tiles and then heard the receptionist say, unnecessarily since I was the only one in the waiting area, "He's right over there Miss Lynd." I didn't know who Miss Lynd was, just that she hadn't been on the interview schedule, nor had the headhunter briefed me on her, as he had the other four executives and the human resources director.

"Mr. van Duessen?" she asked when she'd neared me.

I turned to see a woman dressed in a very flattering and very expensive suit that looked like it had been tailored to her many curves. Her makeup was subdued but perfection, like her smile. And the stiletto-heeled shoes I'd heard I was certain had to be some name everyone would know when they heard it and moan appreciatively. "Yes, I am." She was holding out her hand so I put mine out, another thing my father had taught me – never initiate a handshake with a lady, wait for her to initiate it or not.

"I'm Ava Lynd," she said. "I'll be taking you to your first interview, with my boss, the vice-chairman."

"Thank you," I replied politely, if with confusion, as I'd no way been slated to meet with anyone like the vice-chairman of the company. Apparently she picked up on it.

"Oh, sorry. The interview roster was changed at the last minute. >From what I heard," she said over her shoulder with a smile as we walked through a long wide hall, "Your skills hit the radar, so you're being considered for a higher position."

Interesting, I thought, glad to have a diversion from thinking about my aching ass and trying to walk without looking like I'd been fucked out – more than once! – the night before. I didn't know if this change boded well for me or not, given that I was rehearsed for the interviews I'd be having for the position I had been put up for by the headhunter who'd worked with me. But I knew whatever it was, I'd have to deal with sitting down when I got there, and that brought my mind full circle to my carefully controlled steps.

After we'd rounded a corner she badged us through glass double-doors and into a sumptuous lobby. I expected her to tell me to have a seat, but instead she kept walking, and I followed. She walked in through an open door into a vast office with two sides all windows, these with a view of the Lincoln Memorial and the Jefferson Memorial out beyond.

A tall broad-shouldered man in a suit tailored to show off a magazine-cover shape stood at the window with his back to us, looking out, until she spoke to him. Then he turned. I vaguely heard her saying my name as I struggled to keep myself from shouting, "What the fuck!" or "Oh my God" as I looked at him.

"Mr. van Duessen," she had turned back to me now, "This is Theodore Bantry, our vice-chairman. He has a very special position in mind for you," she finished with what I swear was a knowing grin. As she left, I heard her heels stop behind me somewhere. "Oh, and Mr. van Duessen?" I forced myself to break eye contact with the stud I'd spent most of the night with. When I'd turned, she said, "I'm Mr. Bantry's CONFIDENTIAL secretary, and if there's anything in particular you need while you're here, he's asked me to see to it."

It wasn't my imagination – she was grinning knowingly at me as she stepped out and closed the wide wood door. I probably did imagine, however, the sound of a lock.

"She's right, you know," the rich deep voice I knew rather well said behind me.

I turned slowly to face him, and the handsome stud I'd enjoyed hours with last night was smiling handsomely at me from farther away than I'd have liked. KEEP IT COOL! I ordered myself, more to my cock, which felt like it was filling rapidly.

"I do have a very SPECIAL . . . position in mind for you, Mads."

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I didn't take the job, though it was a good one the company offered me. And I didn't turn that job for Theo down because I'd fucked the big boss, either, or because of the potential complications of continuing to fuck that HOT stud if I had taken the job. Instead I took a job that I felt suited me better in a different type of organization in Providence. But a tall, important man in a suit will always make my mind flash back to a few days in Washington, DC, and, more importantly, to wild-fucked-away nights with Theo Bantry.

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