THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT by too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com
The stretch limo was roomy but seemed overcrowded with the six of us in back. Peter, my boss, was sitting in the right corner, I was in the middle, and his hulking bodyguard, Sam, was on my left. Across from us were three Japanese executives, and they and Peter were talking "P and L ratios" and corporate bonds and acquisitions. The traffic was light, so Ken the chauffeur was making good time. The dark, tinted window panes softened the harsh afternoon sun.
I felt Peter's hand on my leg. "Dale, I'm feeling rather tense this afternoon."
Everyone but Peter was amazed as I got down on my knees in front of him. He spread his legs and I unzipped him, reached in and took out his 8 inches of hard, thick love-muscle.
The bodyguard was new on the job, so I was sure I was blowing his mind as well as my boss's cock. As for the visitors, I really didn't give them much thought. I began licking Peter's wonderful studly cock, getting it slick with my saliva before concentrating on the head, which brought an involuntary surge of his man-meat in my mouth. Peter resumed talking -- something about a buy-out. As he droned on, I began fucking his dick with my face. I could taste his silky pre-cum and suspected it would not take long. Still talking, he slid further down in the seat and grasped my head with both hands and impaled my face on his spear. His cock slid down my practiced throat and I held my breath until he pulled back. Peter hushed for a moment, then once more he drove his dick into my face, and I felt his dick head flare. He gushed, and I knew from experience that he would let loose four to six strong bursts. It was only through a lot of practice that I didn't strangle on his huge wads of cum. When he came in my throat like that, it felt like my stomach was being squirted by a water hose. I didn't so much as swallow as just open up -- the cum just seemed to shoot all the way down.
After he came, he let go of my head and relaxed as I licked around his shaft and head to sop a tiny bit of spilt cum. By the time I finished, he was limp and relaxed and talking business again as I gave his cock a final kiss and put it back into his pants.
When I rose to take my seat, I noticed Sam was sporting a huge bulge in his pants. But his face was scarlet and he quickly looked away. The three Japanese visitors were looking in three different directions, floor, ceiling and window, trying to avoid looking at me. They too were tenting.
Then Peter said to the visitors, "Forgive me; I failed to properly introduce Dale, my personal assistant. As you saw, he takes very good care of me. During your visit, Dale is at your disposal anytime, day or night."
The car slowed and pulled into a secure underground garage and parked next to Peter's private elevator. We were at Peter's office tower.
"No need for you and Sam to come up," Peter said to me. "We won't be long."
The driver left the engine running, keeping the air conditioning going, but got out to stretch and smoke.
"Kee-rist, kid! You get paid to suck his cock?" Sam was looking at me with disgust but his pants told another story.
I smiled and held his gaze. "Peter pays me to do a number of things. My job is to see that he's happy."
"I don't see how you could do a thing like that -- it's so humiliating!"
"Well, it might be if I gave a shit about public opinion, but fortunately I don't and the money's extremely good," I said. "Plus, I love my work -- I'm a great cocksucker and not a bad fuck."
Sam's bulge looked painful in his tight trousers. I paused a moment and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Hey! What do you mean by that? You think I'm queer, is that it?"
I didn't want the big guy to get violent, so I said, "No -- I never said you were gay. I'd be an idiot to insult you! But if you let me suck your cock, it doesn't mean you're gay -- I would just be servicing you. But, either way, it's okay. Just asking."
Ken, the driver, had walked away to talk with another chauffeur. Sam sat there fuming for several minutes. Then he said, "What if the boss catches us?"
"Peter won't mind, I assure you," I said softly, placing my hand on his basket.
I slid out of the seat and onto the floor in front of him. Sam was a Hoss Cartwright lookalike with pure muscle. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his six-inch cock that was fatter than most. He groaned and bucked as I uncapped him and took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his pungent head.
The way he was moving around in reaction to my ministrations I had to grasp his shaft with my right hand to hold his dick in place. I lavished attention all around his head, probing everywhere, then took him into my throat until his pubic hair tickled my nose. I played with his balls and pumped his rod until he began coating my tongue with pre-cum.
"Say, uh... do you really like to fuck?"
"Sam, I'd like to do anything you want. Come here and fuck me til I scream." I swallowed his dick again and lathered it up. He pulled my head away and a long cord of pre-cum followed my lips for a second and snapped.
"Pull your pants down," he commanded.
I slipped out of my tee shirt and jogging shorts, which I wear with no underwear, and got down on all fours on the limo floor. I removed my butt plug, which keeps me nice and open for Peter, and inserted a finger to see if the lube I splash in my hole four times a day was still fresh. I heard Sam undo his belt and slide his pants down. An inexperienced male whore would have called it brutal: he slammed into me, burying his dick to the hilt. Figuring that Sam was the kinda guy that likes to dominate and hurt, I faked a squeal of pain. But his cock felt good inside me, and I felt my own dick get rigid as he picked up a steady rhythm of plunging to my depths then pulling nearly all the way out. As I expected, it took Sam only a minute before he was ready. I helped by driving my ass harder onto his cock. I felt drops of sweat fall on my back, then my insides began to feel fuller and wet. I held still as he wiggled his cock around and thrust a few more times, then he pulled out.
Sam was too exhausted to pull his pants up. He leaned over by the air vent and closed his eyes. His face was bathed in sweat and his dick continued to dribble a small amount of cum, some of it dropping to the leather upholstery.
The back door on my side opened. It was Ken, the driver.
"Oh, sorry Dale," he said. Sam sat up and yanked up his trousers. "It's okay, Sam. Dale's kind enough to help us all out every now and then." I felt Ken's finger trail down my slit. "My-my, you're dripping everywhere," he said. He removed his silk handkerchief and wiped the cum from my hole.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said, and wiggled my ass seductively.
I slipped on my shorts just as the elevator opened. Peter and the three Japanese emerged and Ken began opening doors. A hostess with a steaming carafe of sake followed behind the executives.
As we all got settled in, Peter erected a small lift-up table and brought out sake cups and then poured.
"We certainly have cause to celebrate today, gentlemen," Peter said. "This deal will make us the largest computer firm in the nation." He raised his sake, as did the Japanese, and drank.
I noticed that the older Japanese man sitting in the middle seat directly across from me was gazing at me. After a moment, Peter said, "Mr. Oshemoto. Please. Feel free to do as you like."
Oshemoto bowed slightly to Peter, then pulled his pants off. Oshemoto, I reckoned, was about 60 but had the pecker of a young stud. Without a word, I again slipped out of my jogging shorts and crossed over to his seat and straddled his lap. I kissed him full on the mouth, and he pinched my tits lightly with one hand and pumped my cock with his other. I reached behind me and guided his 8-inch tool up my chute and began sliding up and down on his oriental pole. I heard the rustle of clothing and sensed movement beside us, then hands gently leaned me backwards until I was resting on a pop-up ottoman. A ball sack and erect cock was directly above my face, and as Oshemoto pounded by ass I felt a mouth engulf my dick.
I slurped in the cock above me, noting that it must belong to the younger of the three. He pulled back and dropped his nuts onto my lips and I bathed each one with my tongue before darting my tongue behind the sack and into the musky crevice of his hole. I began rimming him and pressing my tongue as far inside as I could. My own as was getting a tremendous fucking, and the mouth on my cock was bringing me close to orgasm. The man above me shifted and his penis entered my mouth and throat, and he fucked my face furiously until she shot five times. I drank every drop. I felt the steady pounding at my hole get more urgent, then I came in the unseen person's mouth. Just as I came, my asshole muscles squeezed Oshemoto's dick tightly, and he gushed.
By the time we pulled into the long driveway of Peter's mansion, the sake was gone and there were smiles all round. Somehow, the Japanese visitors lost their "inscrutable reserve." I was the last out of the car and, again, Ken took his silk handkerchief and wiped excess cum from my butt as I pulled on the shorts. He was about to put it back into his pocket when he paused, brought it to his nose and inhaled.
I rubbed his cheek and kissed him. "Keep your motor running," I said, rubbing his dick. "My job's to make all Peter's men happy."