3 comments/ 73700 views/ 17 favorites The Man I Was By: blendover As I walked up to my new office I glanced over at the name on the door. Michael James. I go by Mike, but I liked how official "Michael James" sounded. I was moving up in the company, and I had my first office. In a world of cubicles an office is pretty close to heaven on Earth. Sitting down at my new desk I took the newly framed picture of my wife, Shannon, and our son Jacob out of my bag and placed it to the right side of my monitor. The silver frame clashed a bit with my black monitor and I thought to myself that I should switch back to the black frame I had before. As I pushed the button to turn on the computer I couldn't help smiling. Things were finally falling into place. As I was sitting there with a stupid smile on my face, my secretary Anna walked in to my office. Well, she wasn't specifically my secretary since she was shared by a couple other VP's, but nevertheless she was my first. Anna was a looker, but not in a conventional way. Living in Minnesota you get used to a certain type, and a latina sort of stands out more than most. She dressed impeccably well for a secretary, or at least compared to some of the others in the office who were a bit more frumpy, and although she wore a bit too much make-up for my liking the combination of her tits and ass made for a wonderfully enticing package. Unfortunately for me Anna would be leaving us in a couple weeks to move back to Texas. Anna and I got along pretty well right off the bat, the fact that she was married made me a tad more uninhibited around her than I would be normally. It makes it much easier to flirt when you don't think it's going anywhere. My marriage was actually going very well, but like most of my friends after awhile I got bored with the sex. I missed the excitement that comes along with meeting someone new and sleeping with them for the first time. In a marriage the sex gets rather bland and scripted after awhile, and my marriage is no exception. Well, the two weeks came and went and it was time for Anna's going away bash. We were all planning on heading over to "Monk's" bar and most of us decided to walk over since it was relatively close. I wasn't really planning on drinking much since my wife couldn't make it out that night, and needed the car in the morning, but once the beer started flowing I found myself drinking a lot faster than I planned. Around 11 people started filtering out the door and pretty soon there was only Anna, myself, and a couple stragglers who were more interested in talking baseball than hanging out. "So, you think we should get outta here?" I asked, kind of hoping she was game for hanging out a bit since I was still feeling pretty drunk. "Whenever you're ready. I figured you could walk me back to the parking garage." "Okay, but I have to sober up a bit first, I'm going to get a couple waters and hang out for another hour or so. If you want to leave though I'll walk you over to your car." "I'd like to go, c'mon, we should sober up on the way. It's getting cold anyway." Although I was diappointed in her decision to go, I knew I should be getting home anyway, and I figured worst case scenario I could sit in my car for an hour or so listening to talk-radio. After grabbing our coats we walked down the street and I placed my arm around Anna trying my best to keep us both warm. Playfully I began to lower my hand until I finally had it resting on her waist and and then when no objection followed I let it fall down a little more until my hand was resting on her ass. "What are you doing?" Anna asked playfully. "Listen, it's your last day, can you fault me for cupping that wonderful ass of yours?" I responded as I gave her ass a playful squeeze. "Cupping?" Anna responded. "Is that what you call it. What would your wife think of you cupping my ass?" "She would probably cut my dick off, but I'm never going to see you again and I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least touch it." With that Anna stopped and took her left hand reaching down to grab my dick through my pants, "What makes you think I won't cut it off." "Taking risks is what got me the corner office, why stop now?" With that Anna grabbed my hand and led me over to the storefront and with my back leaning against the brick wall, and with my dick growing stiff in my pants, Anna lifted her mouth up to my ear and whispered seductively, "I'm a married woman." "And I'm a married man." I responded not quite sure where she was going with this. After that Anna started walking again and I hurried to catch up. We walked side-by-side for the rest of the way without exchanging another word. I think both of us were assessing just how far we wanted this to go. It was awkward, but at the same time it was exhilerating to be flirting again so much more openly than the fluffy exchanges we shared in the office. After another 4 or 5 minutes we reached the garage and I finished walking Anna over to her shiny black SUV. "Okay, well I guess this is where we say good-bye," stated Anna rather matter of factly. "Yeah, any chance for a kiss good-night?" I asked trying to push the envelope just a tad farther. I still wasn't sure I even wanted this, but I had gone this far, and I knew I could stop with just a kiss. Kissing wasn't really cheating anyway. Besides Anna was gone after today and nobody would be the wiser. Well, any thoughts about pulling out of this thing disappeared quickly as Anna moved in and within seconds had her tongue darting around inside my mouth. As we were kissing it ended up being Anna pushing the envelope as she pulled my zipper down and started fishing around for my achingly hard cock. I was in shock. Absolute shock. Part of me felt like she was teasing, but Anna began undoing my pants and soon had them pulled down just enough to where my cock was now reaching out the top of my boxers. At this point I knew the teasing had ended, and that this was going someplace dangerous. I didn't expect this, I like to plan things out and I hadn't seriously planned on cheating on my wife tonight. At least I hadn't expected things to be going this far this fast. In what would probably be the last moment where I could have stopped all of this Anna dropped down to her knees. Her tongue darting out to tickle the tip of my penis just like it did when she first put her tongue in my mouth. She started sucking, slow at first, and then faster, She was rotating around and finally started working on getting th entire 6 inches down her throat. I placed my hands on her head and I just started letting them feel the pace of her head as she moved back and forth. "Oh, fuck Anna." I gasped. "Suck my fucking cock." "You like having your secretary suck your dick. You know if I wasn't leaving this would be sexual harassment." "Oh my god, just keep going." She kept going, and I was getting close. I could feel my dick growing and I knew I was going to blow. I wanted to blow my load in her mouth so badly, but Anna had other ideas. She pulled it out just as I was about to cum and she started jerking me off furiously and within seconds I was blowing the biggest load of my life in and around her open mouth. As I continued unloading she started rubbing my cock all over her face, and she took it back inside to suck out the last of my juices. Her face was glistening and I just kept staring down at this angel that had given me the hottest blowjob of my life. Anna then rose to her feet - pulling herself up by the sides of my jacket - and when she was back on her feet she grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me. She had cum all over her face, my cum, and she was kissing me. I had never tasted my own cum before, and hadn't planned on doing so any time soon. It wasn't much, but I noticed the taste was a tad salty. In the back of my mind I started to imagine what I looked like with the same cum-coated sheen on my face that I had been seeing on Anna's face seconds earlier. "Oh, fuck Anna. That was fantastic." I stated when we finally broke our embrace. We both looked each other and started laughing. Anna leaned back away from me and then came back in for one final deep kiss, before pulling away and stating, "Your turn," as she started to slide her dress up. "I'm sorry, I...I...I have to go. I don't mean to be an ass, I don't, but I just lose interest after I cum and I have to get home before Shannon starts worrying." I know it's lame, but I lose interest pretty quickly after cuming and at the moment I wasn't much interested in going down on Anna. "Maybe I should go home with you." Anna responded, her tone getting more serious. "Anna, listen," I started putting my hand up to the side of her face, "I hate to go home, this...I mean, we could do something tomorrow if you wanted." At this point I just wanted to get out of there. Her tone was worrying me, and going home would give me a chance to reassess what I wanted to do. "Get on your fucking knees, or I'll call your wife and let her know your on your way. Does that sound like a plan? Now, keep being a gentleman and get on...your....knees." She let those last three words hang for a between each one. And I did, I suppose there are worse punishments for having your dick sucked than going down on your secretary. I dropped to my knees, Anna skirt was already hiked up a bit, and as I was going down she pulling it up a bit further. As I reached up around her waist I wrapped my hands around the sides of her black lace panties and noticed pretty distincly she had an abnormal bulge in an area that is generally bulge free. I guess in the back of my mind maybe I had an idea of what was going on, but I continued to pull them down and when I did a cock fell out from between her legs. I fell down from my crouched position onto my ass, as my ass hit the ground my head came to rest against the car parked directly behind us, "What the fuck, Anna. What the fuck is THAT?" I asked almost sounding like I didn't know what a cock was. "What do you think it is." "I mean, I know what it is, but how." I stammered, I was well aware of a what a transsexual was, or was supposed to be, but having no experience or encounters in my life I guess I just always assumed they were manly, or at least certainly nothing like this. "It is what it is, and it is what you're going to be sucking on in a minute." As she finished her statement she moved in, I was now sitting down with my face right in line with Anna's cock as it approached my closed lips. Anna started rubbing it against my face, and I just sat there moving head from side to side. I was still in shock. "Open that fucking mouth Mike." Anna demanded. It was strange it felt so soft, and light against my cheecks as it rubbed up against them. Part of me wanted to leave, but part of me was getting turned on. After all it was still Anna, the woman I lusted over for so long. Hearing her talk to me like that, like I was her bitch was turning me on. "Open your mouth Mike or your wife is going to get a call." Anna demanded. She took one final stop closer and the head of her cock was just inches from my mouth. This was a do or die a moment, a moment that defines a person. I had so many thoughts, but so little time to really do anything about any of them. I couldn't stop staring at her cock though, her completely shaved cock and balls, and it looked so different from mine. It was about the same size, but it had more veins, and looked much smoother. "Do you like what see Mike?" Anna inquired softly, her tone was less demanding now probably because she noticed how my attention had shifted from shock to just a wide-eyed stare. "Yes. I think I do, but....." My words sort of trailed off as I looked up at Anna and still tried to absord what was happening. My whole body was on fire, not from passion, but nerves. I was embarassed and turned on, and confused all at the same time. I had so many different emotions running that I think my body was overloading. Was I gay? Like most guys I had thought about sucking cock a few times when I was jerking off, but I never envisioned it being a possiblity. I couldn't deny that having Anna's cock so close to my face was exciting though, it was an excitement that I had never experienced before. With that Anna stepped closer, her cock was hard and standing straight out. My own cock had an upward curve, but Anna's was straight as a ruler. The veins were clearly visible and I felt like I could hear it throbbing, although that was probably just my own heart. Anna's demeanor had changed slightly, she took her hand and was now running it through my hair. "Please Mike, just try it. Take it in your mouth." I then moved back up to my knees and I moved in and wrapped my lips around just the tip. It was more of a kiss than anything, but I tasted precum for the first time. After moving back off the dick for a moment, I finally took the big plunge and wrapped my mouth around his cock. I moved my head back and forth now, I had Anna's cock in my mouth and it was new to me, but I was enjoying it. My own cock had rebounded quicker than it had in years. My cock was straining again against the barriers of my pants. I now felt like this was something I had to do, and I wanted to do well. I just kept sucking, I tried doing it the way so many women had done for me in the past. I wanted to be good, after years of bad blow-jobs from my wife I think I it was a matter of pride that I wanted to excel in sucking dick. Anna's hand was now grabbing my head and she pulled me back, removing my mouth from her cock brought me back to reality for a moment. It was almost like she wasn't there before that, I had become so focused on sucking her cock that the she all but disappeared. Looking down at me, she uttered, "That's it Mike. You're a good cocksucker. Do you like being my little cock sucker?" Her tone was almost condescending, or mean. "I....I love it." I managed to stammer, it was odd to be looking up at someone like this, in this situations. It felt foreign, like I wasn't in control at all. With that Anna took my head and moved it back to where I had my lips wrapped her cock. I increased the pace, sucking harder, and trying harder and harder to help her cum. "Do you want my cum. Do you want to feel my cum in your mouth?" Anna said. I didn't slow down at all, it hardly mattered that Anna was speaking to me. Anna then pulled my head off of her cock and looked at me, she looked different, she had a wicked grin on her face now. "Tell me Mike, tell me you want my cum." "I do." "Say it, say you want my cum." Anna was again back to making demands. "I want your cum." As quickly as I said it I jerked my had back to her cock. I went back to work like a man possessed, my head was flying up and down her pole, until finally I could feel it growing ever so slightly. I knew the change, and I knew she was close. I kept sucking, and finally she exploded, her cum was now filling my mouth. It was salty and thicker than I expected but I loved it. I loved feeling the texture of it in my mouth, and loved swallowing it. "You're a little cock whore aren't you Mike. If you weren't acting so nervous I would swear you've been doing this your whole life." Anna stated while giggling a little bit and now looking down at me as I collapsed back onto my ass and against the car parked behind us. I wasn't sure what this all meant. Was I gay? I was sitting there with the taste of cum in my mouth, and I just watched as Anna put her cock back in her panties and pulled her skirt back down. "It's normal Mike, you're not the first straight guy to go down on me. It happens a lot more than you would think" Anna said, I think she realized how uneasy I felt and I suppose this was her way of letting me know that I'd be fine. I looked back up at her again, with an awkward look on my face, and I just couldn't think of what to say. "I'm married." "I know, and I'm not. It's just easier if I tell people that I am. C'mon, get up." Anna responded, sticking her hand out to help me to my feet. "Does everyone else know?" I asked. "Know what? That I'm a transsexual. Nobody knows at work, this has been a long process Mike I didn't just make the change yesterday. Listen, you should clean yourself up and head home." Anna replied, while leaning in for a kiss on the cheek. "Will I see you again?" "No. Try to stop analyzing this Mike, this doesn't make you gay." That was the last thing Anna said as she turned and got into her vehicle. She could obviously see me struggling to comprehend it all, and her words didn't do much to alleviate all those conflicting thoughts running through my mind. There was honestly so much more I wanted to ask her, but it was all too much. There I was standing in a parking garage with my shirt untucked, and a stupid look on my face, and the only thought running through my mind was that I wanted more. The Man I Was Ch. 02 I thought everything would change after my experience with Anna. I wasn't sure how, but what happened seemed so significant in my mind. I thought it would change everything, but it didn't. I went home that night and showered, shaved, and got ready for bed just like I always did. My mind was running in circles, but that was about it. After I finished my shower I climbed into bed and talked about the party briefly with my wife and went to sleep. I woke up the following morning and went about my normal weekend routine, and I went back to work on Monday without the wife having even a hint that anything happened Friday night. I arrived at work and nobody was staring at me, and other than having a new secretary my life post-Anna seemed to be exactly like it was before Anna. I suppose the one big change was the amount of time I spent on the internet at home. I really wished I could talk to Anna or better yet talk to some of those other "straight guys" that she had been with. I wanted company, I wanted to know it wasn't just me and that I wasn't somehow tainted from doing what I had done. Of course, the internet is the next best thing and I started researching as much as possible. I spent a lot time on forums, and read stories about "gay" encounters and all I did was get myself more confused. There were moments where I thought I could go through with it again, if the situation presented itself, but mostly I just felt confused. I know I don't find men attractive, and I wasn't exactly sure if I could find another Anna even if I wanted to. Two weeks eventually passed and I really thought this whole thing was behind me as much as it could be. My life had a pattern just like it did before and I was fine with that. Wake up, go to work, go to bed. I could live with that. I thought about Anna a lot and what happened, but I had compartmentalized that one little incident in my mind, and I felt like I could get by with the occasional fantasy and the normal routine of my life. However, that "normalcy" that I thought had come back all but disappeared after I got a call from security two weeks later. I was sitting in my office when the phone rang, "Is this Mr. James?" The voice on the other end asked. I knew immediately it was security because of the caller ID on the phone. "Yes, it is. Can I help you?" "I don't know yet. I'm Chris Vale from down in security. There were a couple cars that were broken into down here and we're trying to interview everyone that uses the underground lot." "Umm, okay, but I don't know anything about a break-in." "Yeah nobody does so far, but it's just our routine." "That's fine. When should I stop down?" "Umm, we have you slotted for 3:30 - stop down anywhere aroudn that time." Chris stated as he hung up the phone before I could agree to the time. A couple hours passed and after a quick trip on the elevator I exited and walked up to the security center. I opened the door and walked in to find a rather neat, but unspectacular office with full windows surrounding the enclosure where walls normally would be. As I entered I noticed a tall wiry looking fellow standing behind his desk. The placard on his desk said his name was Chris Vale, and he was wearing blue jeans and a black button up shirt with a security badge on the right chest pocket. I figured this was the same man I spoke with earlier, and immediately noticed his sharp blue eyes. They were almost too blue, like he was wearing colored contacts or something. He was also bald, with a pretty imposing jawline, and he actually looked a lot like my best friend Tim right after he got out of the Army. He also had a strange smile on his face, which made me a little uncomfortable right away. "Hi, it's Mike." I offered my hand for a quick shake before getting our interview started. "Hey, Mike. Chris Vale. I called you down to go over some things we found while reviewing tapes looking for information on a break-in. Are you cool with that?" "Sure." Chris then started detailing exactly why I was called down to his office. Apparently three weeks ago there was a break-in while the owner of the car was out of town for vacation and security was reviewing tapes to try to assist the investigation. I had thought about the security cameras after my night with Anna, but I concluded that the cameras were for nothing more than show and even if they weren't I hadn't noticed any around where we there that night. After a few days passed I sort of put them out of my mind, but now my mind was running in circles as I wondered to myself whether Chris had seen something incriminating. "Do you know why I called YOU down here, Mike?" The way he said YOU and Mike made my stomach turn. If I wasn't sure before - I was now. I was terrified, he clearly saw something, and I could only assume he saw it all. "No." I answered matter of factly, trying to remain calm. "No, what?" "No.....I don't know why you called me down here." "Hmm, that's funny Mike," again saying my name with a hard K that let me know he had something on me, "because when I was reviewing the tapes I came across one specific tape that was pretty interesting." I continued trying to feign ignorance, and after awhile of this back and forth the guard started to get impatient because his monotone was disappearing and he was now sounding increasingly frustrated with me. "Listen, I'm going to make this easy on you. A couple weeks ago I saw a nice looking fellow on his knees sucking some crossdressers cock. Was that you Mike." "No, I don't believe it was." Unfortunately for me even if my voice was convincing my face was bright red and I was beginning to sweat. "Jesus christ you're a tough nut to crack. Listen, I have a fucking tape. Would you rather just 'fess up or do you want me to turn the tape over to your manager? I'm sure blowing some dude in a dress in the parking lot is against company policy. Don't you think?" I thought before that maybe even if I was on tape I wouldn't be recognizable, but I also knew that the security guard was apparently smart enough to figure out it was me just from seeing me every day walking to the elevator, so I couldn't imagine my manager wouldn't. "Fine, you know it was me obviously. What do you want?" I asked, hating myself for getting into this situation in the first place. "Sir." "Huh?" I responded not quite sure what he meant. "What do you want, Sir. That's the way you should be asking the question, Mike." Again, with the Mike nonsense. I couldn't stand the way he was saying my name at the end of every sentence he uttered. "What do you want, Sir?" At this point I just wanted to get out of there. I was hoping he would ask for a quick payoff and I could be done with this all. I could take the tape, destroy it - and be on my way. "That's better. I'm going to be a nice guy Mike and give you the tape. I was just wondering though, do you suck a lot of dick?" "No. Listen, I know what you think you saw, and that was.......that was a mistake. It was my secretary, Anna. Do you remember Anna?" "All I know is that girl had a dick. She was a transsexual, then, eh?" "Yeah." "So you like sucking dick? That's what I want to know, Mike. Just tell me, are you a cocksucker?" I definitely didn't like where this was going. Part of me wanted to just beat him into submission until he gave me the tape. Part of me just wanted to run and leave town forever. I didn't really know what to do, but I was getting mad, and I was embarassed. "Listen, I know that you know what I did...can I.....can I have the tape please???" "You're really getting on my nerves here. AGAIN, are you a cocksucer?" Chris asked with a more intense tone than previously. "Yeah, I'm a fucking cocksucker, whatever, just give me the fucking tape. PLEASE!!" My voice had changed, I was no longer even sounding composed. I was flustered and practically screaming, although I kept my voice pretty low. "You're a cocksucker, what?" Mike asked condescendingly. "I'm a fucking cocksucker, okay. I sucked a cock" I responded sounding increasingly defeated by the events taking place. "No, dipshit. You're supposed to say, I'm a cocksucker, SIR." "I'm a cocksucker, SIR," I stated imitiating the tone and inflection in his voice when he posed the question, "So, can I have the tape now?" "Do you want to suck my cock for the tape then?" Chris was now sounding more in control and I couldn't deny that I had lost control of the situation. I knew I wasn't going to suck his dick for the tape though, I couldn't. I was mad, and I certainly wasn't turned on. I still had a wife and a child at home, and I was finally getting back to enjoying the normalcy of my life again. I had struggled with this for the past two weeks and I was finally feeling good about moving forward. I just wanted to forget about my temporary obsession, I wanted to dismiss it as merely a momentary lapse of sanity. I really didn't need this to be happening now, not here, not with a guy. Then Chris decided to change the groundrules offering a different set of conditions. He wanted me to come into the back room with him. He wanted me to just sit in front of him for 5 minutes and watch him masturbate. That was his condition - I would have to sit on the floor like a dog watching him play with himself and I would have to keep "my mouth to myself." I don't know that this was the best option in the world, but I wanted the tape back and I didn't want to lose my job, and more importantly I didn't want all my references, and all of my friends, and my wife to potentially know that I sucked Anna's cock. I knew I could do this, at this point I was anything but turned on, I hated this guy. I certainly didn't want to suck his dick, and I could definitely sit still for five minutes and ignore this asshole while he gots his rocks off by treating me like some idiot that couldn't keep his hands to himself for more than 300 seconds. We then walked back to the office exiting the greeting area where the walls were full-length windows. At least I wouldn't be doing this anywhere where people could see us. We had privacy now and I was happy enough for that. As soon as we entered the room Chris lowered his pants, made his way over to the chair behind the desk, and sat down. "Come on over Mike. Just take a seat in front of me on the floor. I want to make sure you have ringside seats before the show starts." He seemed to be enjoying this too much, and it just made me hate him all the more. I then meekly made my way over, I crouched down sliding my legs underneath me and I was within a foot or so of his feet. Chris then reached down and had me positioned where my back was leaning up against his right leg with the rest of me positioned between his legs. "Showtime!" Chris exclaiimed as he pulled his loose fitting boxers to the side and let his dick fall out. The sheer size and girth of his cock left me mesmerized almost immediately. At this point I wasn't feeling anything other than amazement. It was huge. It hung down like a third leg, looked heavy, I never thought of a dick as "heavy" but this thing looked like it could qualify for its own zip code. I just stared, I stared for maybe 15 seconds before I even thought to look up at Chris. "Big, huh?" Chris asked clearly impressed by his own size as well. "It's fucking huge." I responded with a hint of awe in my voice, probably providing this imbecile with exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Mike started slowly playing with his cock, and it was growing quickly. It was so much bigger than my own, or Anna's. It may have been the size of Anna's cock and mine combined. His monster cock was now stretched up into the air and he continued stroking it slowly. It was 11 inches of cock sticking straight up into the air while being propped up by Chris's hands and I just watched. I was completely mesmerized. As I continued to watch it almost seemed like his cock was pulsating in rhythmn with his hand as he slid it up and back down slowly. He wasn't jerking it to get off, it was clear he just wanted to get it hard enough to show it off for me. "You like it don't you Mike. You are a little cock-whore aren't you? I know guys like you," he continued stroking his cock as he talked to me. His hands just kept moving up and down, and I couldn't stop watching. I could almost feel the heat coming off his cock and hitting me in the face I was so close. I didn't even notice as I started moving my own hand over my cock. I don't think I could have sucked his dick on my own, but when Chris took the back of my neck and moved my head in slowly I just couldn't stop him. I did try pulling back, but only gently, and I was barely putting up any fight at all. He then began to push his cock down with his other hand, pointing it straight at my mouth with his free hand. Finally my lips were within milimeters of the head, the gigantic head that stood at the end of this monstrous cock. I then opened my lips and I began licking the head. It was just like with Anna, execpt for the extra 5 inches and the fact that I could barely even get the head in my mouth at first. I kept going though, I opened my mouth and finally went beyond the head. I couldn't go far, but I was trying - I wanted it all so badly. I was once again possessed, I wanted this, I wanted this more than anything. I started bobbing my head up and down, his dick was getting wetter, and I was drooling all over his cock while my own cock was again trying to bust through my own pants. I thought about Anna for a moment, and then my wife, but I mostly I was thinking about finishing off this man that I wanted to beat within an inch of his life just moments earlier. "Jesus christ, you're a filthy little slut aren't you. Tell me how much you love my cock!" Chris was now grunting a little as I sucked and his hands were all over the top of my head, playing with my hair and occasionally reaching down to move some of the spit and precum that was coming out of my mouth around my face. He then took hold of my head and pulled me off his hard cock, "Do you want my cock now, Mike?" I didn't say anything, I just hummed something along the lines of a yes, and started looking up into his eyes. I looked at him with a lust that I hadn't experienced in my life. With Anna it all happened so fast, I enjoyed it, but nothing like this. "Are you my little gay slut now Mike?" Chris asked holding my head back with his hands. "I am, I'm a fucking slut, please let me suck your cock." I was pleading now, I felt so helpless, but I loved it. I loved the taste of his precum, and I loved the feeling of his hard cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. "You're MY slut though, aren't you? Aren't you Mike?" He pulled my head back off of his cock, but I didn't care any more what he called me, I loved hearing him debasing me like this. I was a dirty cocksucker right then, I really did love it, and I wanted to make him cum. "I am, I'm your slut...please..." I was pulling my head forward, but Chris hands were still intertwined in my hair. I was so consumed with lust that I think I would have let him pull all of my hair out if it meant I could wrap my mouth back around his cock. Just when I thought I might do that Chris let my head go and I went back down on his cock furiously pumping with one hand as I rode my mouth up and down over his stiff prick. "Oh, god keep sucking it, keep sucking......" Chris was practically hissing now as he spoke, and started lifting his hips off the chair to feed more and more of his monster. I thought I was about to cum in my own pants when I felt his already impossibly large cock start to swell and I knew Chris was about to cum. All of sudden it happened, his cum started pouring into my mouth. He was lifting his hips more violently than before and he was pushing my head down his cock, I was gagging and tears were in my eyes, but I wanted it all. "Swallow it you fucking bitch," he just kept cursing and and the cum was now in my throat, in my mouth, and a lot of it was pouring out and down his cock. I think I surprised myself and Chris when I pulled myself off his dick and immediately dove into his balls and the bottom of his cock to lick up what came out and to rub my face around what was left. I don't even know what possessed me to do it, but I wanted to feel it on my face. I wanted more. I then took his cock back in mouth. It was softer now and still covered in a mixture of cum and spit but I just kept sucking on it. I loved the taste, and I started to unbutton my own pants. I almost came in them once already and I needed to finish myself off. "No you don't, get out of here and clean yourself up." Chris pulled his dick away from my mouth and started to stand pulling his boxers back over his cock. I just sat there staring up at him, my pants were almost ready to come off and I wanted to get myself off so badly, but when I continued trying to free my aching cock from my pants Chris grabbed me and lifted me to my feet. "Get the fuck out of here slut. I have work to do." And with that Chris lifted me the rest of the way and pushed me out of the office and back into the greeting area. I quickly buttoned my pants back up and turned around to say something, but when I did the door slammed in my face. I felt so confused, and I felt hurt, but I also felt something else. I felt dirty, and used, and I liked it.