The next morning, I got into work early as usual and nervously started working, not knowing what to anticipate when my chef, Mike, came in. He'd seen the surveillance video of my blowing two hot guys in the kitchen, and I honestly didn't know what to expect from him. He'd said my job was safe but who knew what he meant when he said he'd "deal" with me. I didn't even know when he was planning to come in. Plus it was a Sunday and we didn't get deliveries, so I was left uninterrupted to my work and my increasing anxiety.
I thought my heart would burst out of my throat when he walked in a few hours after I'd gotten there, the slam of the door announcing his arrival. He strode in, face covered in a few days growth of stubble, dark eyes bleary from a likely hangover. He stopped near me, a stern look on his face, and said,
"Finish what you're doing, and come to the office," before leaving me standing there.
I swallowed hard, and finished my task. About five minutes later, I made my way to the office, lightly rapping on the door to announce my entry. As I entered, he swiveled around on the chair to face me, gesturing towards the other seat in the room but not saying anything.
I sat down, and a heavy silence grew for a few moments. I started to stammer out an apology.
"Chef, I'm so sorry about that, I won't let it happen again..."
"Save it," Mike cut in, stopping me mid sentence. "The first stupid thing you did was sucking a couple strangers' cocks in the kitchen right in front of the fucking security camera. Did you forget it was there?"
"Yes, I must have," I admitted, blushing a deep red at the stern tone he'd taken on.
"So fucking stupid. And you probably thought you'd gotten away with it, didn't you cocksucker?"
"Yes, chef," I conceded. My shame and embarrassment was now being tempered with a bit of lust, my cock starting to harden at his words. I'd never gotten into name calling, but the way he said cocksucker, especially coming from such a hot straight stud and in such a deep, masculine voice, was getting me all sorts of horny.
"The second stupid thing you did was not telling me you're a filthy cocksucker," he then said, his voice taking on a different tone, with more of an edge to it. I hadn't been able to look him in the eyes since I'd entered the office, hanging my head down in shame, but at these words I shot my head up to look at him. His eyes were sparkling and he had a peculiar smile on his face, amused but predatory, more of a knowing smirk than a genuine smile. His long legs were spread open and he was casually groping his junk through his pants.
"That first guy was in the building for no more than 5 minutes before you were slobbering on his dick like a true slut. And you just went down on that second guy the moment he came in. You love cock don't you, faggot?"
His words stung and I felt myself blush even harder, my face and ears hot with shame, but my boner was now raging.
"Yes, chef..." I managed to mutter.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I love sucking cock," I managed to say, looking him square in the eyes. He grinned wider and said.
"Get over here."
Now I knew what he'd meant when he'd said he'd "deal" with me, and knowing this, I got down on my knees and moved in between his widespread legs and knelt there, looking at him and waiting.
"Good, you know what I want." He sounded pleased. "Unbutton my pants."
I reached out towards his waist with shaky hands, and started to unbutton the black slacks. The bulge they contained looked huge up close, and they fit tight on his pants. The zipper flew open halfway after I relieved the pressure from the button, displaying the top of his Calvin Klein underwear, white fabric with a light gray waistband. They were his usual brand; I often saw them peeking out when he would bend down to pick something up during work, and they never failed to send me into lust. Pulling his pants a little further down, I saw the push of the underwear barely containing a huge tent, the white fabric pulled tightest at a meaty, thick head. He was leaking enough precum to soak the white fabric translucent, showing off the fleshy color of his mighty looking erection. I couldn't help myself from taking his fat cockhead into my mouth immediately, lashing at the apple sized head with my tongue and sucking the sweet cock juice from the soaked fabric. He groaned loudly above me, and pulled my head off.
"Take it out slut. I need to blow a load and you need to get back to work. There'll be time for that later," he said, roughly stroking my jaw with his big thumb. I just smiled at him, hopeful from his words that there'd be more, longer sessions of servicing him.
I quickly pulled the waistband of his underwear down, but his cock made it a bit difficult. When I managed to get it down, the behemoth slapped me hard, right upside the jaw, and bobbed there in front of me, drooping heavily from the weight of all that flesh. It was a beautiful cock.
It was a darker color than the rest of his body, heavily engorged with blood. The shaft had a slight downwards curve, and was covered in veins. The shaft was slightly thicker in the middle, erupting from a tangle of dense black pubic hair. The head was enormous, blunt with a pronounced ridge where it met the shaft. Heavy balls the size of limes hung below them, resting on the seat in a loose, hairy sac. The smell of musk and precum, and spicy sweat came from his unwashed genitals.
"Holy shit!" I blurted out, and he just chuckled. "How big is this thing chef??"
"11 fat inches of Italian sausage, cocksucker," he growled at me. "Get eating."
I immediately complied, sucking the head and a few inches of his shaft in and bobbing up and down on it. On every thrust back down I took more and more of his cock, but when I reached the thick, middle part of his shaft, I couldn't get anymore, having trouble breathing. I could feel his fat cocked at the back of my throat, and he was straining his hips to get further in. He must have been impatient, because I felt his big hands grabbing my head. He wrenched me off his cock and said,
"I know you can do better than that faggot."
He shoved me back onto him, ramming himself back in halfway. I relaxed my throat as best as I could and swallowed hard against him. With a final push he managed to sink himself all the way into me, impaling my head on his might cock. My nose was nestled in his dense pubic hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his spicy, garlicky sweat. He groaned loudly above me as my throat muscles spasmed against him.
"FUCK yeah, take my fucking meat you cockslut!" he practically screamed at me, before pulling out and ramming back in. He began a forceful throat fuck, slamming himself in and out of me. I could barely breath and my head was swimming, lost in a lustful haze between the smells, sights, and tastes of this man who I'd been so horny for. He was constantly leaking his sweet, salty precum, I could taste it every time he raked his cocked over my tongue. He began to let loose a low string of profanity, calling me things like "faggot" and "cocksucker" and "dirty slut" in a low, masculine growl.
He stood up from the chair, keeping his dick firmly buried in my mouth, and began an even faster, rapid fire fuck of my mouth. My hands were on his waist, and I could feel his powerful ass muscles clenching and unclenching as he fucked my face like a jackrabbit.
"Holy fuck that mouth is good," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "Cocksuskcer took the whole thing..."
He repositioned himself, forcing me, still with his cock embedded in my throat, to lay on my back on the ground, while he got himself into a push up position above me, his upper body hovering over my torso, and began dipping himself in out of my throat, thrusting hard into me as he came down.
"I'm gonna fucking come soon slut, you gonna drink all my cum like a good bitch?" he asked me.
I obviously couldn't answer with words but I grunted out a "yes" as best as I could. He laughed wickedly to himself, and just responded,
"Good, not like you have a choice in the matter." He began fucking me faster, and started breathing heavier and faster, huffing and puffing as he brought himself to orgasm. Soon enough he was screaming,
"I'm fucking cumming! Take my load you fucking slut! Drink my Italian cream you whore!" He was buried deep inside me when he began to shoot, firing three copious loads down my throat, and quickly pulled out, shooting his remaining loads all over my face and into my open mouth. He was moaning and groaning throughout the whole orgasm, growling and yipping like an animal in heat. As he came down from his high, he almost fell on top of me and laid there for a second, the weight of his tall frame almost knocking the breath out of me, and lay there lightly groaning from the exhaustion and strain of his monumental cum.
His softening cock lay on top of my face, mashed into me from his weight, his shaft still slick with my spit and slobber. I lightly licked along it with my tongue, where I could, trying to clean it off and still savoring the intensely masculine smell of his spicy sweat, cum, and even some dried piss. He groaned at the sensation, and started pushing himself off of me.
Rising to his feet, he stood there panting, his fading erecion still impressive even only half hard, hanging still a good 7 inches down form his trim waist. He reached down and started pulling up his pants and underwear, before looking down at me.
"Clean up your face before you go back to work slut." I blushed again, and started to get up, moving towards the door. Before I could leave the room, he grabbed me, putting one hand under my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes.
"No more sucking stranger's cocks while you're on the clock. If you want cock so bad I have more than enough for you." He had such an intense, almost angry look on his face, so I was shocked when he quickly moved in and planted his mouth on mine, immediately spearing his tongue into it. I could taste coffee and cigarettes on his spit, and felt his beard scratching against mine. He growled into my mouth as we made out, possessively holding my head into his with his strong hand, the other hand now tightly grabbing and kneading my ass. He pulled away from me, and I was left stunned and panting.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you," he said, smiling evilly. "Come to my house after night shift."
I just stared at him, dumbfounded, and nodded in assent. I couldn't wait to see what that night had in store, and what else this straight, dominant stud was going to do to me. I couldn't wait to pleasure him, like a true cockslut.