Mr Brown had just unloaded the contents of his balls into my mouth. I watched slightly dazed as he slipped his thick cock back into his briefs and straightened himself up. "Come on then lad", he said "I have a meeting in London and I don't want to be late.
I sort of shook my head to bring myself back to reality and got back into the front of the car. Mr Brown carried on with his work muttering something about now being able to concentrate on what he was doing. I repositioned the rear-view mirror and started the engine of the Jag.
I glanced in the mirror expecting to see someone different looking back but I looked just the same. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth and licked my lips but the taste of semen had subsided. I was still rock hard and so fucking horny I could have sucked off another ten men.
I looked in the mirror again as I was having these thoughts. Was this really me? Did I just become a fucking queer? I didn't consider myself queer. I had a pretty girlfriend, I'd always had girlfriends.
I had this conversation with myself for the next 30 minutes and ended up going the wrong way much to Mr Brown's annoyance. It was okay for him he was relaxed and satisfied in the back, whereas I was like a bitch on heat. I pulled myself together and headed for Oxford, picked up the newly built M40 and headed into London. The rest of the day was uneventful and soon we were back home on the outskirts of Birmingham.
I suppose I was feeling a bit guilty and felt the need to see my girlfriend. I must of cleaned my teeth three or four times before heading over to see her just to be sure my breath didn't smell of cock and cum. I was quite tired so we just had a takeaway and watched television with her parents. I suggested she come over to my new apartment and spend the night with me but not tonight another night.
It was a couple of days later she came over after a romantic meal. She looked stunning in a little white lace dress, she made a point of showing me that she had stockings and suspenders on underneath. We got back to my apartment and I lowered the bed out of the wall and stripped off and jumped into bed. I looked over at Pam and she was just standing there. I asked what was wrong and she said that I wasn't very romantic. "Wasn't I going to undress her"?
I got out of bed naked, kissed her and slowly undid the zip of her dress. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it revealing this stunning white lace lingerie and her stockings and suspenders. I told her she looked amazing and we sat on the side of the bed kissing. I knew I was totally flaccid and was trying to get hard. She slipped her hand between my legs and tutted. "Why are you never hard"? she asked. "I always have to play with you or suck you to get you hard". I didn't say anything but pulled her on top of me. Again she complained, "I don't want to be on top all the time I want you to take me".
I got on top of her and tried to fuck her but I was too soft. She pushed me off telling me that trying to get me hard was like flogging a dead horse. She was furious and got out of bed. "These are a waste of time", she said taking off the stockings and suspenders and throwing them on the floor, "They obviously do nothing for you.
Just then there was a knock on the door, I asked her to shush but that made her more angry. I stood behind the door still naked and opened it slightly. It was Mr Brown, he asked if he'd called at an inappropriate moment but Pam stormed past him and said she was leaving anyway. I suppose I should have gone after her but something stopped me. I just shouted "Drive carefully" and Pam shouted back, "What do you care".
Mr Brown asked if I was going to ask him in but I told him I was naked and would he give me a minute. I turned to grab my dressing gown out of the wardrobe but Mr Brown came in anyway and shut the door.
Before I had chance to put on my dressing gown he told me I had a cute bum. I turned around and smiled at him. I felt incredibly vulnerable standing there naked in front of him. He asked what the problem was with my girlfriend and I told him that I couldn't get hard with her. He laughed and said "Well you are rock hard now young man". I looked down not realising my cock was indeed rock hard against my tummy.
He looked me up and down, "Well, are you not the cutest boy, with your lily white skin and your cherry red nipples". I ran my fingers over my erect nipples which sent a shudder down to my cock. He bent down and picked up Pam's stockings and suspenders. "These are pretty", he said holding them up. "I'd love to see you in these, why don't you slip them on".
I moved around to the sofa and he handed me the suspender belt. Then Mr Brown watched as I slipped into the white stockings. He came and sat on the sofa next to me. I struggled a bit with the suspenders so Mr Brown told me to stand up and he would help me with them.
I couldn't help but tremble as the back of his hand brushed against my cock as he connected each suspender in turn. When he finished he slapped my ass and told me to do a twirl. I felt a bit silly but I did as I was told. He patted his lap and beckoned me to sit on it.
He was wearing a very smart suit and as usual looked incredible. I sat down on his lap completely naked apart from the stockings and suspenders. I could feel his hard cock against my bottom and couldn't help but wiggle on it a little. He ran his hands up the inside of my thighs brushing against my balls over my tummy and up to my nipples. He kissed my neck and tweaked my nipples between his fingers. I couldn't help but gasp it felt so good. I moaned gently as he played with my nipples. "Do you like that?", he asked. "Oh fuck yes", I replied.
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He then told me to fold the table down and to bend over it. I did as I was told and leant across the table in a prone position with my ass in the air. He slid over on the sofa and began running his hand up the inside of my thigh and over my bottom. I felt so deliciously vulnerable is this position. He pulled my cock back between my ass cheeks and pushed me further over the table so my cock was trapped against the edge of the table. He massaged my bum cheeks slowly pulling them apart rubbing his thumbs over my little hole.
He knelt down behind me and began kissing and biting my bottom, telling me what an amazing bubble butt I had. Then he started licking my crack. Then he pushed his face between my ass cheeks. I could feel his rough stubble on my smooth ass and his warm wet tongue probing my hole.
I know now that this is called rimming but at the time I had no idea that men did this to one another. One thing was for sure, I loved it and couldn't help but push back on his face.
He really went to work on my ass licking and fingering it, spitting on it and patting it, encouraging me to relax and open up for him.
I could feel it getting wetter and wetter as he worked his fingers inside me. I heard him undue his zip and he began rubbing his hard cock up and down my wet ass crack. It felt fucking amazing and I felt quite helpless and submissive with my legs trembling. He grabbed my hips and I could feel his cock pushing against my hole.
"I'm going to fuck you boy", he kept saying. I don't know why but I called him Daddy and he seemed to like it. Fuck me Daddy, I kept saying, as I pushed back on his cock. Slowly he worked his cock inside me.
I was too naive to know about my prostate but as his cock grazed against it with each thrust I could feel cum shoot from my cock. It was an amazing feeling like the cum was being pushed out from the inside. It wasn't just one giant orgasm but there were lots of little ones that felt wonderful.
I held onto the end of the table as his fat cock stretched my ass hole. I felt like a cheap whore and that really excited me. He began to thrust harder and I could feel his balls banging against me. At this point it did start to hurt a little like it was hitting my end stop.
I reached around and pushed back on him a little and he eased up on me but carried on thrusting. He lifted one leg up onto the table opening up my ass even more. This new position felt more comfortable and I was able to push back on this thrusts taking him deeper up my ass.
His breathing changed and his cock felt even harder, I sensed he was going to cum. He started grunting and moaning and with one hard thrust he emptied his balls inside me. I felt a rush of wetness and he collapsed against me.
Then I heard a woman's voice, "I'm sorry Stuart", then a scream and the words "What the fuck"?
We both turned around and there was Pamela standing in the doorway. She had come back to apologise about storming out.
Mr Brown turned away from her, made himself look respectable. Then turned and walked past her out of the door. "Excuse me dear" and disappeared down the stairs.
Pamela just glared at me, my cock wilting in front of her, Mr Brown's cum dripping from my ass and pooling on the floor.
She put her hands up to her face and didn't say a word for what felt like an eternity. Then she let loose calling me a dirty faggot, a homosexual and how she was going to tell my parents, my friends the whole world. I thought about begging forgiveness but standing there in her stockings and suspenders with cum dripping from my ass I knew my life as I knew it was over.
