I don’t know what going on with Jace and his fiancé these days. Jace, my Keyholder, hadn’t used my holes so much since he and Bryan had started dating at then became engaged. In fact, once Jace had me demonstrate for Bryan exactly how he likes his cock sucked, that’s when the calls for service became less frequent.
That said, in the past 9 days or so, Jace had dicked me down twice. He casually mentioned Bryan was out of town the first time, but nothing was said at all the second time. I never ask Jace for any information, it is not my place. I’m just glad he continues to want my holes and I haven’t been discarded after all these years. I wouldn’t want to do anything to change our dynamic.
Imagine my surprise when I’m sitting at my desk at work around 10am on a weekday morning when my phone pings and there’s a message from Jace. Except it wasn’t a message as much as it was a dick pic of a hard and very full erection.
Unsure as to how to respond to that I simply used a heart emoji. I do love Jace’s cock, so it wasn’t a lie. And then I said, “GM Sir”
”i need ass now faggot”
”I’m at work”
”I don’t give a fuck. Now. Be there in 10 min.”
Jace knows where I work. He knows everything about me, and he has kept many things hidden from me about him. I’m not even sure I know what he does for a living, or where he’s from, and many other facts. But I don’t need to know these things.
I had a momentary freak out. Jace wanted to fuck me at work? I had to think of something quickly and I remembered there was a single stall bathroom a few floors above mine that would likely work as that floor had cleared out during the COVID pandemic.
I decided the best course of action was to meet Jace in the lobby so I quickly left my desk. I paced a bit, a little nervous, and then I saw Jace come through the glass door. He was wearing Levi’s, a white Polo shirt, new basketball shoes covering his tremendous feet and a baseball cap on his head. He glared in my direction. No smile, just a quick eye acknowledgment that anyone else would have missed.
I walked toward the elevator and Jace followed me along with two other people. They both left the elevator when they hit their floor and then it was just the two of us. Nervous sweat ran down my pits. Jace looked steady and calm. I did steel a glance of the noticeable bulge in his pants. Jace let out a gruff “hmmph” when he caught me.
We disembarked from the elevator and walked down the corridor to the restroom. I opened the door and Jace followed me inside and I closed and locked the door behind him.
Jace immediately pushed me to the tile floor and rubbed my face in his crotch.
”Pig! Get on this dick!”
I unzipped his fly and he was free balling. His cock sprang out and I gobbled it up down to the base. Jace placed a large hand on each side of my face and began to jab me with it, rapid bunny strokes, eventually knocking me off my knees when he let go of my face.
Jace pushed me back against the door and I was now sitting as he pulled his jeans down slightly and then his bull balls were out, hanging low and swinging. With no way to pull off his dick now, back of my head to the door, Jace’s hands spread eagle above me he used his hips to shred my esophagus as gobs of saliva flowed out of my face and all over my work shirt. I grabbed onto his tree trunk thighs as his cock assault of my skull continued. I began to taste his sweet cum which inspired me to stick it out as long as I could without choking, breathing through my nose. My eyes were very wet with tears.
After less than 10 minutes of throat work, Jace pulled me up from the floor by the collar and had me bent over the sink. I quickly undid my belt and zipper and pulled my pants down, exposing my ass to him. I saw the shiny cage dangling in the mirror and my face looked ruined. I was flush, wet with throat juice, my eyes were bloodshot, my shirt was drenched.
I had 4 seconds of self-assessment before I felt Jace’s cock penetrate me. He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle me, other hand on my waist. The sounds of his hips slapping against me was loud. There was no doubt what was going on in this restroom. Jace was giving it to me hard. His cock was throbbing and hard as a brick! It was rough. Jace removed his hand from my mouth and now I could watch my mouth agape, Jace’s figure behind me using my fuck chute just to get off.
Being so tall, I couldn’t see his face because the mirror wasn’t very large but it was very hot watching a reflection of myself being fucked outright like that. A true faggot in action. It isn’t always the case so this was pretty awesome.
i did my best to bend over as low as I could for Jace to achieve the deepest penetration. Jace’s entire shaft was buried up my asshole now. He pulled my arms back and locked them in his grip so I was now almost upright. He wiggled his hips, gyrating, stretching my pussy open.
Then he let go, pushed my back down once again and with a more determined pace, drilled into me, another epic dick down. Jace’s body tensed as he bucked inside me like a raging stallion, until he grunted a few times and jets of his manhood essence emptied inside of me.
Once his body relaxed I pulled off and took to my knees to clean him off. I pulled up his jeans and fastened his button. Without a word, Jace turned and left me there, on my knees.
I locked the door again and then looked myself in the mirror. “This is what a faggot looks like”, I told myself proudly. I washed my face off and tried to look somewhat presentable. I remembered I had a sweater in my car that I could wear so I went to get it, taking off the shirt and just wearing a t-shirt under the sweater.
It was after lunch when a gush of cum dripped out of my pussy and now I was sitting in sticky dress pants. No way to hide that. I hoped that by 5pm that stain would dry.
