Here we are, standing in the foyer of my prospective apartment. The foyer is large than my present hovel. Rene is carrying heavy books with samples of flooring, carpet and wallpaper, Ruth, books of fabric. In each room we stop and they dramatically describe their recommendations. I can't absorb or they tell me. They talk fast and they charm we with touches to my chest and cheek. Their eyes glint and their white teeth gleam with excited smiles.
Finally, I hold up my hands like a traffic cop, "Stop. I accept."
"Accept what?" They both say.
"Everything. The apartment your decorating ideas, everything."
They look at each other. They both say, "Good."
Rene thinks for a minute. "I'll start tomorrow. With luck, we should have this place finished and habitable in three weeks...maybe two. We'll work our little asses off for you."
"Yum," was all I said.
"Now to Barney's."
"Whose Barney?"
"It's a store, a good one. Tops, but not cheap. Cheap is for your old life."
Barney's was a beautiful store. It's d‚cor made you want to buy everything. It also smelled good. The two lawn ornaments, as I thought of them, rushed around pulling stuff off shelves and hangers, upsetting the classy salesmen who followed them around in consternation.
Finally, they pushed me into a dressing room. Wow, this was some room, big, with two chairs in it. "Get your shitty stuff off and let's see how these look." That was pushy Rene.
I was down to my under shorts and was about to grab a pair of pants when Ruth said, "Stop. Just let me look at those hot legs a few moments."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Sir, women are not permitted in the men's try-on area. Please Madam, wait outside."
Ruth got up and stuck her tongue at the door, but she did leave, like a good girl. As soon as the door to the cubicle closed, Rene got done on his knees in front of me and pulled my shorts down. I held the waistband, but he got them down anyway.
He blew on my penis. My penis said hello and rose to see what was going on. In a second, he had his hungry mouth over it and sucked wetly. I put my hands on his dark hair to keep from falling. I began fucking his mouth. I somehow wanted this to be fast and hot. It didn't take me long to reach that familiar feeling. My hips were buzzing and my balls were pulled up against the base of my cock. He knew it and felt it, and he sucked hard. I muffled my shout, by putting my hand over my mouth, but outside, they must have thought that I had stuck myself with a pin.
Rene got back on his feet. He licked his lips. "Delicious, fuzzy bear. How about returning the favor?"
"Not today Rene. I'm all out of passion."
"Okay, there will be other days," he said bravely. (There were not!) "Anyway, with my pull, I will have the stuff we chose, at your place that goes for an apartment tomorrow morning."
True to his word, everything was waiting outside the door. (The dopes shouldn't have just left it there, luckily they weren't stolen.) I stripped and slipped on the fine cotton shorts. They had a faint stripe of maroon. Wait, there were six others in various pale stripes. Rene said that boxes were in, briefs pass‚. Oh those shirts, top designers, two buttons on the cuffs, neat. I picked one with light box print in pale blue. I looked like a dude. I bet the girls won't give me the time of day, because I might be a player from Vegas. Then the pants. They were of very fine wool in pale gray. The seat fit perfectly, something I have never had in pants. Because I have a small tight ass, my seat is always saggy. I paraded around in front of the mirror, falling in lust with myself. Well, I better shave and stuff and get my act to work and see how it plays.
I walked in and made my way along the aisle that separated the various cubicles. Wow, did I get a reaction. Woof whistles and catcalls, some indicated I was admired, and others that I was being kidded. When I got to my own desk, there was a familiar blue paper note from Jeff, the boss of bosses. "Come to my office the moment you arrive."
I dropped my new made-in-Italy briefcase on the desk and walked quickly to the elevator to the penthouse floor. The heavy mahogany door to his office was open. That was unusual. I peeked in. "Come in Reed, close and lock the door."
What was this all about, but I did as ordered, like a good boy. I didn't know then how good a boy I was.
Jeff looked hot today. His perfect, full, iron gray hair was combed very fashionably. Now with my new eye that saw things somewhat in a gay way, I eyed his body. Jeff was an avid gym goer and he swam a mile every morning in his personal lap pool. He was lean and model thin.
Anyway this gray fox suddenly changed from his usual smooth seductive way of addressing everyone to that of a drill sergeant. "Okay boi, drop your new $300 pants and lean over my desk. Let's see that ass that Rene talked about."
Just as if I was drugged or wanting, I just don't know. Maybe I like taking orders, but I did as he asked. "Ah," he breathed behind me as he removed his own clothing, "Rene didn't exaggerate. It's a beauty, muscular, the halves apart, showing the valley between, and yes, there it is, your ass hole, already puckering out. It wants it."
What he said was true about me wanting it. A new side of me had been uncovered by that little elf Rene. I stuck and wiggled my ass provocatively. Oh, how low I had become. Jeff laughed at my girlishness. And began fingering me. Shit, I was off into orbit already. He kept up a string of random thoughts as he stimulated me. "You are going to be my good boy. You will bottom for me whenever I ask. Remember Freddie Knowton? He was my boy before you. Now he heads our London office. While you are here, your income will be upped double, and if you make me happy, you will be posted to Berlin, where you could make millions. Now pussycat open up."
He pushed the head of his corporate cock just inside my sphincter. Oh, I liked that, I felt as if I had come home, that I was back in the saddle again, or perhaps, I was the saddle. If anyone saw my face at that moment, they would think I was the village idiot. I was actually drooling and I was scrunched up. I turned my head, "Boss, do me. Push it in. I want it. I need it."
"Are you my boi?"
"Yeah, fuck me so hard the desk is going to break through the wall."
He sure did. In a moment he was cussing and bucking and I was howling and moaning like a fucked cow. Luckily we were away from the rest of the employees. "Oh Jeff, you are fucking the cum out of me. I'm going to decorate the desk top."
"Who cares? There has been spunk from the best on it. It makes the mahogany nourished. Okay, let me give you a hand."
He reached around and put his rich corporate hand around my feverish cock and gently shagged me. That was the kind of action that always got me off. I crooned softly and gave in to the sensations. He hand was being bathed with my copious pre cum. Suddenly I screamed hoarsely, "I'm going to cum soon." He must have felt my ass hole fluttering around his rich man cock and the hands he had on my hips tightened hard as the rigors of his coming orgasm overtook him.
I was thrusting forward and backward in my orgasm and mewling helplessly. Jeff stiffened, his cock head expanded and then the flood. I guess rich men cum as heavy as their portfolio. I was flooded with spooge so heavily that it dripped down my hairy legs and almost onto my expensive pants, but I didn't care.
He slowly pulled out his cock and wiped it on an fine linen handkerchief (only the best for the boss) and slapped my ass in a friendly way. "You were good. I like your ass-sets and your ass will get you far. Now pull up the pants and get back to work. We have a company to run."
Well, I never did get that posting to Berlin. Yeah, my salary did go up, but I had to earn it. Jeff was on to another boi, a new kid, an Olympic swimmer. I tried to cool my ass and took up with the ladies again I still could throw a good fuck, but every so often, I'd get a tingle message from my ass hole telling me to organize some fucking for it. Did I ignore the message? I'll never tell!
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