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THE CORPORATE CUMDUMP - PART 2
The next morning I woke up early from an intensely erotic dream in which I was naked and on my knees in a dimly lit room, while a row of men in front of me jerked off and shot their cum into my open mouth. Intriguingly, each man looked exactly like Daniel. Idly, I turned over onto my back, and began stroking my erect cock, as I followed the thread of the dream, me on my knees, a row of guys in front of me jerking off. As I fantasized about the guys spraying cum into my mouth, my mind kept returning to the sensation of Daniel shooting load after load of hot cum into my throat. This put me over the edge, and I came.
As I showered and ate breakfast I thought about my experience with Daniel. I had turned him down and said I'm not interested. But on second thought I found him sexy, and intriguing, and I was actually looking forward to meeting him again.
At the office I'd just settled down to my first cup of coffee when my boss came in.
"Simon. We have a major problem. I'd like you to handle it, because you're quicker and more efficient than anyone else."
I beamed at the compliment, and got to work. I'd just started when my phone rang. An unknown number. Absently, I answered.
"Hello?"
"Come suck my cock," said an unfamiliar voice.
"I- er what? Who is this?" I asked.
"Daniel. You sucked me off yesterday, remember?" He sounded a bit impatient.
"Oh. But I'm a bit busy now. Maybe later." I replied.
"Come on, we'll do a quickie," he said. ""I'm also busy now."
"I really can't," I said.
"Oh, come on," he replied. "You know that you want to. Why resist?"
Why did I agree, I ask myself now. His self assured confidence was a huge turn on, I admit, but it wasn't only that. Maybe already at that point I had submitted to him mentally.
"Ok. Just give me a couple of minutes to get to the lobby," I replied.
"No need," Daniel replied, "I'm on your floor. Just get to the toilet ASAP."
This kind of surprised me, but I agreed.
A couple of minutes later I was standing in a toilet very similar in layout and ambiance to the lobby toilet. This time I went straight into the handicapped cubicle. Daniel was standing there, stroking his cock. I locked the door, then knelt and went to work. I unzipped my trousers and began stroking my cock as I sucked the thick hard cock in front of me. As before, Daniel kept up a commentary.
"Yes. That's right. Take my cock. Good boy. All the way. Swallow it. Yeah. Like that."
He held my head and encouraged me to take his cock all the way into my throat. After a few minutes of fucking my throat Daniel pushed my head away. I looked up at him, and he gestured to me to stand up. I stood, and he put his hands on my hips, turning me around.
With my back to Daniel I felt him pulling my arse cheeks apart. When I felt the tip of his cock push against my arse I felt a bit nervous. I'd hardly ever gotten fucked, it was usually too painful. I decided to ask him to be gentle.
"Er hey listen-"
But I got no further. In one quick move Daniel grabbed my hips and impaled me on his cock. The pain was intense, and I gasped a huge breath. But before I could yell Daniel pulled me against him. He clamped one hand over my mouth, muffling my moans of protest. The other hand gripped my cock and began stroking it.
"Shhhh... shhhh," he whispered in my ear, "just relax and let the Boss take care of it."
I struggled and moaned, but he was holding me tight against him, and I couldn't get free. But then something extraordinary happened. A feeling of warmth began in my groin, and radiated outwards. I felt my body relax into the pleasant feeling, and even the pain of Daniel's rough penetration faded away. I began to feel a pleasant fullness in my arse. After a few seconds Daniel began thrusting his hips very gently against me. Almost against my will, my body responded, and I moved my hips in time with his ever increasing thrusts. He straightened up, and pushed my head down. I bent over, and Daniel began fucking me in earnest.
"Yeah, that's right. My little cumwhore," Daniel breathed in my ear. "You enjoy getting fucked, don't you?"
I surprised myself by nodding, and breathing "ye-es," as Daniel fucked me.
"You're my little slave boy aren't you?" Daniel continued. "You want to make me happy."
"Yesss..." I whispered.
"You'll be my obedient little cumdump. Available to me whenever I want."
"Oh yes, Sir. Whatever you want whenever you want."
Daniel hit my arse quite hard with his hand. I gasped and cringed with the pain.
"Boss," he growled "Call me Boss."
"Yes, Boss," I whispered.
"Good doggie," Daniel whispered back.
He fucked me for a few minutes more, and then I felt his pace quicken, and heard his breathing speed up. Then with a gasp he released what felt like a flood of cum into my arse.
After a couple of seconds Daniel withdrew his cock from my arse, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. Still bent over, I caressed my arsehole. It felt loose and moist. I wanted that feeling of fullness back. It felt so right. Daniel patted me on the cheek and whispered "Go on, back to work. We'll be in touch. "
I pulled my trousers up and exited the cubicle, closing the door behind me. I returned to my desk, and tried to concentrate on work. Where had I left off? Oh right, I had the urgent problems to take care of.
My phone rang again, and I answered at once.
"I'm still horny," Daniel announced even before I had said hello. "Get your arse back here."
Obediently, I returned to the toilet. Daniel was in the same cubicle, trousers down, erect cock in his hand.
"Suck it," he whispered.
I knelt and took his cock into my mouth. It tasted of my arsehole, and for some reason this turned me on even more. Without being told, I began taking his cock as deep as I could into my throat.
"Good boy," Daniel said. "This is what you were born to do."
I nodded as best as I could, without releasing his cock. After a few minutes of sucking Daniel again motioned to me to stand. I stood up and turned around, bending over. I felt Daniel's cock at the entrance to my arse, and then he shoved it in hard. It didn't hurt as much as the previous time, but I still whimpered in pain. Daniel just fucked my arse until he came, then he pulled up his trousers and left. I returned to my office and resumed working.
Barely a few minutes went by, and then I got a message on my phone: "I want another fuck. Wait for me in the toilet with your arse ready and waiting."
Obediently I returned to the toilet. I went into the cubicle without locking the door, pulled my trousers down and bent over with my back to the door. When the door opened I reached back and parted the cheeks of my arse, exposing my puckered hole. I felt Daniel's hand squeezing my arse cheeks as if he were checking fruit to see how ripe it is. I flexed my sphincter by squeezing it and relaxing it several times. Daniel exhaled a soft moan.
"Oh, you nasty little cockwhore," he breathed.
His erect cock slammed into my arse, and he fucked me furiously. I braced myself against the wall as he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. I was afraid that we were making too much noise, but there was nothing I could do.
With a half strangled moan. Daniel came in my arse, then I felt his body go limp against mine. He was still pumping my arse, his cock making a squelching sound in my hole. As his erection subsided I felt his cock slide out of my arse. I heard the rustle of clothes, and the sound of his zipper. Then the door opened and he was gone.
My boss was not happy with my progress that day.
"You're still busy with that problem?" Asked my boss incredulously, when I got back to my desk. "What the fuck, Simon, I thought you'd be finished by now."
I sat at my desk the rest of the day, feeling Daniel's cum seeping out of my arsehole. I was afraid that if I got up people would see a wet stain on my trousers. I'd never been fucked so many times in a row, and every little movement made my arsehole twinge. I was totally horned out, reliving the experience in my mind. I could barely concentrate on work.