When I walked into work that morning, I knew something was wrong.
The day had started off well enough. I woke up with a raging hardon, rolled over on my wife and we had a great morning fuck. She was, for a change, even able to relax, enjoy my cock banging her wet cunt until we both came with a roar. We had even showered together where she was open for me sucking and licking her smooth cunt to a wet orgasm where her warm juices and my cum oozed out and I licked and drank it with gusto. I hadn't even brushed my teeth so I could savour the flavor of our fuck throughout the morning.
On my drive to work, I thought about my wife and myself. At forty-five, we were still good looking and both in reasonably good shape. She is 5 feet seven inches, weighing one hundred thirty-five pounds with nice C cup breasts and long blond hair. Myself, I stand five feet eleven inches, 175 pounds with a masculine, handsome face. We had always been faithful to each other even though I had plenty of chances for an affair with some good looking women. I was replaying our morning fuck in my head and got hard on in the car.
I didn't even make it to my office before Susanne from marketing accosted me. "Have you heard what Jeff (our CEO) did? He signed a co-development deal with Alkazi without consulting anyone!" Susanne continued for twenty minutes more detailing all of Jeff's shortcomings and sins and how this was the götterdämerung.
I was concerned since all of our acquisitions and co-development deals were usually evaluated by our commercial and development organizations with a thorough due diligence process and finally approved by the company's board of directors. As head of development, I knew that this problem would soon fall in my lap. I sat at my desk, took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and savoured the taste of my wife's molested pussy in my mouth.
I was interrupted by Jeff who knocked on my office door and summoned me to his office. There was a crisis meeting for the management team in his office. Jeff proceeded to tell us that the board had pushed this co-development project through outside of normal procedures. We were to fly out this afternoon to meet Alkazi's management early tomorrow morning.
I sat next to Jeff on the plane and he warned me about Alkazi's CEO who was apparently an evil, overbearing son of a bitch whom everyone was afraid of and called Attila the Hun behind his back.
Early the next morning we were ushered into a meeting room to meet Alkazi's management team. There he was....Attilla the Hun, six foot, six inches tall, about two hundred twenty pounds. He had straight, black hair gelled back, a strong nose and a well groomed salt and pepper beard. He was probably about fifty-five years old and cut a handsome figure in a black power suit. He greeted me with a firm handshake and his piercing blue eyes bored directly into my eyes making me quite uncomfortable in a way I could not define.
At the meeting, Atilla (whose name I learned was Zolton and a Hungarian immigrant) exhibited typical alpha male behavior dominating the discussions. His management team was clearly afraid of him and our management team and Jeff basically cowered in his presence. I had decided that if our company had any chance of survival we needed to get some dialogue and some say at the meeting. I kept my cool and discussed facts and options with him even when he was basically being outright insulting. I even scored some wins in the negotiations. He was too smart to lose his cool and during the day, it was clear he was displeased that I kept up with him, but he was also a person who knew a good idea when he heard it.
When the day was over, I was disappointed to learn that we all had to have dinner together that evening. In the cab on the way back to the hotel, my colleagues all complained what an asshole Attila was and what a disaster the whole thing was. At the hotel Susanne wanted to have a drink with me and over gin and tonics, she bitched even more. She congratulated me for standing up to Atilla and said what a bunch of pussies our team, and especially Jeff was. At the end of the conversation, she admitted, however, that she thought Atilla was sexy. My only comment was, "Susanne you're a fucking slut."
At dinner, Jeff was too afraid to sit across from Atilla, so it was left to me. Dinner was no more pleasant than the meeting except that Atilla wanted to talk business with me. I was pretty tired and there was a lot of wine. At one point, Atilla basically gave me the stare down at the table. Suddenly, I started to feel hypnotized by his piercing blue eyes. I started feeling that strange, uncomfortable feeling I had had earlier. I sat motionless like a rat being hypnotized by a snake before it strikes.
After what seemed like hours, I snapped out of it and suddenly we were talking business again. He was actually ready to adopt a number of my ideas discussed at the meeting. When dinner was over, he suggested that we should talk more at the hotel bar. I just wanted to go to my room and sleep. In the bar we sat across from each and Jeff and some of the other remora tried to hang around. Attila dismissed them and told them that he and I would speak alone. We actually made a business plan based on my ideas, but with enough of his input that he could feel like they were mainly his ideas.
The bar was still crowded and he started ordering straight vodka for him and myself. He lit a cigarette, leaned back, took a big gulp of vodka and looked into my eyes. He said, "I can see it in your eyes.................you're a faggot cocksucker.......and you're sitting there wondering if I have a big cock."
"Err, no I'm not." I countered.
"Yes, you are....you may not be admitting it yourself.....all you want is for me to fuck your mouth with my big dick."
"Look Zolten, you have this all wrong, I'm a happily married man."
"I never said you weren't. I said I can see you are a faggot cocksucker who wants to gag on my big cock. I can see it clearly on your face."
He looked into my eyes and I got that uncomfortable feeling again. I took a large gulp of the vodka and was nervous that someone nearby would overhear the conversation.
"My cock is thirteen inches and as thick as my wrist.....you are dreaming of licking my cock and my big balls...and gagging on my cock until I shoot a hot load of my jizz down your throat....let me guess, your dick is hard now...."
Fuck, my cock was actually hard! Was it the wine, the tiredness, had he slipped something in my drink. Was this a set-up to get me fired?
"You have felt this at least two times today, once at the meeting and once at dinner, perhaps you are not fully in touch with yourself."
Fuck, he was right, the uncomfortable feeling I had experienced was sexual attraction to him. Was this a joke? If I admitted it, was he going to "out" me or get pleasure out of rejecting me? I sat and contemplated, my cock was throbbing, my desire for him was pulsing through my veins, my head was throbbing and I was short of breath. I did want to gag on his thirteen incher.
I threw caution to the wind...."I want to gag on your thirteen incher," I told him.
"I know, are you ready to go to your room now?"
I nodded, got up and led the way. Inside the elevator, I palmed his crotch. Fuck, I could feel a big package and he wasn't even hard yet. I nervously fiddled with the card key, finally getting the door open.
Once inside the room, I dropped to my knees before him and buried my face in his big bulge. I could feel the heat of his cock and balls and feel his rod starting to stiffen. I unzipped his trousers and fished his cock out of his underwear. It had a thick, veiny shaft, uncut with the tip of the head peeking out of the foreskin. I licked and kissed the head until all 13 inches were rock hard. I peeled the foreskin back and dove onto his cock, licking and sucking it until the head was jammed down the back of my throat. I started gagging and thought I was going to throw up. I moved my head back again and realized I missed the gagging sensation. I bobbed down on to his cock until I was again gagging, keeping this up with a rhythm that would keep a constant gag but without throwing up.
My forehead was hot and pounding with sexual desire and pleasure. My own cock was stiff and throbbing. He opened his belt and pulled his underpants down so that I had full access to his cock. I deepthroated until I had that sensation of vomiting. I was addicted to the gag reflex. I keep sucking and deepthroating him to ensure an almost constant gagging sensation.
He was visibly turned on and moaned deeply as I sucked and gagged. I pulled off his dick to give attention to his large, smooth balls. I had never seen any man with shaved pubes and balls and it was a real turn on. I licked each plum-sized ball gently, taking each one into my mouth, rolling it around and sucking it gently. He slapped my face with his hard dick.
He moved back and removed the rest of his clothes until he was standing there in all his glory. His body was muscular and hairy. I hurriedly removed my clothes and he laid down on the bed. I laid on top of him and enjoyed the contrast of his muscular, hairy body to that of my smooth, soft wife. His scent of man, hint of sweat and manly cologne was driving me wild. My own cock was throbbing.
I moved down and sucked his cock again, ensuring that wonderful gag reflex. He was so right, I had only wanted to gag on his big cock all day. All the tension of the day was gone and I was in heaven.
He stood up beside the bed, positioned my head to hang off the bed and started face fucking me. He was now controlling my gag reflex. He got a kick out of seeing how far and how long he could fuck my throat before I wouid actually vomit. The sound of my own gagging was a big turn on for me. He became more aggressive and fucked my throat longer and harder until I actually did throw thick mucus up over his cock, balls and over my face. He forced me to lick the mucus up, swallow and started again. He kept this up for a long time. I was so turned on that I started stroking and edging my cock, being careful not to shoot as I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and replaced it with his four fingers and face funked me with his hand until I threw a big glob of mucus up in his hand. He took it, turned me over and started to spread it between my ass cheeks.
Oh shit, I thought, he doesn't think I want him to fuck me......does he???? Oh hell no, my cock started to soften and my nerves started to rattle.
He took his other four fingers and started face fucking, gagging me again and at the same time massaging my ass crack and eventually my hole. I was enjoying gagging on his fingers so much that it took me a little by surprise that he now had a finger in my hole. It seemed pleasurable enough so I continued to gag on his fingers.
Soon he had three fingers in my hole and the anal stiimulation was turning me on. My cock was hard again and I was actually bucking up against his four fingers in my ass while he face fucked me with his other hand.
After a while, I actually suggested that he should fuck my ass with his big cock. He pushed his cock in my mouth and face fucked me hard until I threw up a big wad of mucus all over his cock. He turned me around on the bed and started moving his cock up and down my crack. Fuck, my hole was twitching for attention. I had never experienced such sexual desire. I was craving to be fucked.
He pushed the head gently into my ass and only fucked an inch or two into my hole for several minutes. The rest of my canal was aching for cock and he slowly worked his way up the canal, taking several minutes to reach the ring. My own cock felt like it would burst as it was so full of blood. I edged it carefully maximizing all the pleasure I could get.
By the time he reached the ring, I was so horny and used to a cock in my ass that it slid relatively painlessly through. Now that was fully in, he started with faster and more powerful thrusts. I was in heaven and moaning like a bitch. (Yes, it did quickly go through my head---Susanne you are such a fucking slut! LOL, it was me who was the fucking slut). I was chanting "fuck me, fuck me" like a religious mantra.
He was panting and moaning and fucking me full piston. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Attilla, fuck me Attilla." He grinned and said "Yes! Attilla the Hun is fucking your brains out!"
He pulled his cock out, laid flat out on the bed and motioned for me to ride him. Fuck it was hot to squat over him and basically self fuck myself with his monster cock. I rode him for a long time, both of us panting and moaning. I could tell he was getting really excited. Suddenly, he pushed me off, placed me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders and shoved his cock deep in my ass. He fucked me hard like this, my head was banging against the headboard and I know anyone next door knew exactly what was happening.
He told me to start stroking my cock and I could feel he was getting close to shoot his load. Right before I thought he was going to shoot, he pulled his cock out, moved himself up and shoved his cock down my throat. He pumped hard, face fucking me and gagging me again. After about a minute, he shot his load down my throat and I was seriously gagging with his big cock pounding my throat and at the same time filling it up with his hot, sticky cum. I pulled on my cock hard and just as I shot my load, I gagged big time, pushing his cock out of my mouth and covering myself with mucus and his cum.
Fuck! Was that hot! I reached over to the night stand, found a glass and scooped the mucus and cum off my chest. I looked into his piercing blue eyes and drank the concoction.
We were both spent and rested on the bed, not saying a word. After a half hour, he put his fingers in my mouth and face fucked me until I was gagging. I reached down, stroked his cock stiff and went down on him, sucking and gagging until he unloaded down my throat again.
The next day at the meeting, he and I presented the business plan we had agreed at the bar. After the meeting he told me he had a few things to say to me in private and pulled me aside.
"Number 1, I respect your business sense and your decor at meetings. It's nice to meet someone who has the balls to stand up to me and the brains to back it up. Number 2, I don't let anyone I don't respect gag on my cock. Number 3, you're a great fuck. Number 4, can't wait to meet you again."
On the way to the airport, one of my colleagues joked, "how did you get Attila to agree to your proposal, did you suck his cock or something." Susanne exploded, "Shut the fuck up, Tom is the only one who showed balls at the meeting, you pussies should be ashamed of yourselves."