by Opal Carew
"Baby. I am so fucking close," he murmured against her ear. "Tell me you're going to come."
"Yes. I'm so close."
He thrust faster and faster, his big cock hard and unrelenting. Pleasure swelled through her and her breathing accelerated.
"Are you coming now?" he murmured against her ear, his cock still driving into her.
Heat swamped her senses and she gasped at the first wave of orgasm. She nodded, unable to utter a coherent word. Then his cock erupted inside her, flinging her to a place of total bliss. She moaned, long and loud.
Finally, she slumped against the wall. He leaned against her, both of them gasping for air. Once they'd caught their breath, his lips nuzzled her neck, then he eased away.
"You, my sweet Sylvia, are addictive."
She smiled. "As are you."
* * *
Sylvia and Slade finally sat down and enjoyed the sandwiches he'd provided and chatted over the sodas. It was a little strange just sitting here eating lunch with him, as if everything was normal. A few minutes later, Mike and Granger came in, followed shortly by Neil. They all conversed like old friends. She asked Slade about his motorcycle. The first time she'd seen him he was climbing off that big machine and she'd wanted to change her business partner fantasy to be a biker scenario, but her friend Becca had laughed and told her it was too late, since Becca and her boyfriend Cal had already arranged it for her. Sylvia had been thrilled to see that Slade was actually one of the partners Cal had set her up with.
She glanced around the table and knew she was a very lucky woman to have experienced such an erotic, and extremely pleasurable, fantasy with these four men. But even with that and what had gone on with them this morning, she couldn't get thoughts of Mr. Grant out of her mind. She wanted to see his hard cock, she wanted to feel his hands on her. Memories of his hand caressing her ass, then smacking her sent her blood simmering. Oh, God, she longed for him to take total control of her, then to fuck her. Hard and fast.
"Sylvia?"
"Hmm?" She realized Granger had been talking to her.
"I said, did you enjoy this morning?"
She smiled. "Of course I did."
"Good," Mike said, staring at his cell phone. "Because you're wanted in the boss' office."
She stood up and unbuttoned the shirt, then dropped it from her shoulders, heedless of the four men watching her. Then she opened the office door and stepped out, ready and eager to succumb to Mr. Grant's will.
* * *
Sylvia knocked on the wooden door of Mr. Grant's office. He was the only one of the partners who had not had sex with her today. Surely, this was it. He was ready.
Excitement thrummed through her.
"Come in."
She went inside and closed the door behind her, then stood in front of his desk. "You sent for me, Sir."
Her insides quivered at the thought that she would soon get to touch him. To feel his cock in her hand. To take it in her mouth.
Then later, he would drive into her body and make her scream in ecstasy.
"Yes." He leaned back in his chair. "I wanted to say you did very well this morning. I was very pleased."
Tremors of delight rippled through her at his praise.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant."
He nodded. "You deserve a reward. What would you like?"
She licked her lips as she stared at his strong, handsome face, then her gaze slipped to his hands resting on the arms of his chair. Big, strong hands. He had stroked her naked bottom with those hands. His fingers had grazed her slick folds. Her vagina ached at the memory.
What did she want? Her intimate muscles clenched as she thought about him pulling out his big cock, slamming her against the wall and driving his shaft deep inside her. He would hammer her hard against the wall again and again until they both burst into blazing ecstasy.
But she wouldn't get to see that big cock of his up close. To revel in its girth in her hands. To feel it in her mouth.
"I have limited patience. What is your request?"
"I… please, Sir, I would like to see your cock."
He smiled. "That's it? Just see it?"
Oh, God, would he take her at her word and only allow her a quick glimpse and no more?
"No, I want to touch it," she stammered. "To take it in my mouth."
He tipped his head, waiting.
"And to make you come," she added quickly.
Her heart leapt as he nodded, but then he held up a finger, indicating that she should wait a moment, and took out his phone. He tapped for a minute, then placed it back in his pocket.
"I grant your request, but I don't promise the latter."
She shivered with excitement as he stood up and walked toward her. He cupped her breasts and she felt lightheaded at finally feeling his hands on her. His thumbs brushed her nipples and she sucked in a breath.
"Hey, boss, we're here."
Her head jerked around to see Granger and Neil enter the office.
"Good. Strip down."
Granger grinned as he peeled away his clothing in no time flat, Neil following suit beside him. Excitement and confusion swirled inside her at the sight of their long cocks, quickly swelling in size. She turned back to Mr. Grant with a questioning glance.
"I am still granting your request, but with an addition." He leaned back against his desk and waved his hand in front of him. "Go ahead."
Hesitantly, she stepped forward, then crouched down. Reverently, she stroked the fabric of his pants. A bulge emerged under her touch, steadily growing. She reached for the tab of his zipper and drew it down slowly, anticipation building inside her.
How long would it be? How thick?
She stroked the fabric again, surprised at how big the bulge had become so quickly. Eagerly, she slipped her hand inside the zippered opening. Her fingertips brushed against his underwear. The flesh underneath was hard as rock.
She found the opening in the thin cotton fabric and… Oh, God, his cock was like hot steel wrapped in kid-leather. She curled her fingers around it and drew it out, revealing it slowly. His cockhead was the size of a small apricot, and she could barely get her hand around the large shaft. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked up and down.
"Wrap your lips around it," he ordered.
She leaned forward, butterflies flitting through her stomach, but his hand cupped her cheek, blocking her from her prize.
"Stand up first and bend at the waist."
At his command, she stood, then bent over, her gaze locked on his pulsing cock. This time, he did not stop her. Her lips touched the hot, smooth flesh and her insides melted. She licked his tip, tasting a salty drop of precum. She stretched her lips around him and took his cockhead in her mouth, nearly swooning at the delicious sensation.
"How deep can you take it?" he asked.
Oh, God, it was so big. She didn't know. She relaxed her throat and opened as wide as she could, then eased forward. His cock glided down her throat, brushing the sides. She ignored the need to gag and took him deeper. Then he drew back.
"Excellent." His fingers tangled in her loose hair and he drew her forward again. As if gauging the depth she could manage, he drew her deep onto his cock, then glided her back. Then drew her deep again. After a few more strokes, he released her.
"Now suck."
She squeezed his cock in her mouth and swallowed, knowing that would cause a strong suction on his cockhead. She was rewarded with a groan.
"Granger, do it now."
She had forgotten about the other two men, but suddenly Granger stepped up behind her and drove his hard cock into her wet slit. She gasped.
"Suck me."
At Mr. Grant's command, she began to suck again. Granger pulled back and thrust forward again. Wild sensations pulsed through her as the big cock thrust into her from behind while her mouth pulsed around Mr. Grant's big cockhead. Her whole body jarred forward and back with Granger's movements. Her pleasure rose as he drove in and out, his shaft ca
ressing her inner passage with each stroke. She whimpered around the cockhead in her mouth, knowing she was not pleasuring Mr. Grant the way she wanted to because of the distraction.
Then Granger drove deep, driving Mr. Grant's cock deeper into her mouth.
Mr. Grant moaned.
She beamed at his response, but Granger's next thrust catapulted her over the edge. The big cock dropped from her mouth as she moaned her release. Granger grunted as his hot semen filled her. Still in the throes of passion, she grabbed Mr. Grant's cock, gulped it back into her mouth, and began sucking again. She alternated breathing out moans with sucking his hard flesh.
His fingers coiled in her hair and he held her still, his cockhead in her mouth. Her pleasure had faded to a steady sense of euphoria as Granger slipped from her body. Then Neil took his place and another big cock filled her, slowly this time.
She gazed up at Mr. Grant, his cock jutting from her lips. He smiled and nodded his approval, filling her with delight.
Neil stood still for a moment, his cock fully embedded in her and she sucked deeply on the flesh in her mouth. She wanted to pleasure Mr. Grant, to hear him groan in release and fill her mouth with his hot seed.
He stroked her scalp as Neil drew back, then eased forward again, in an exquisitely slow thrust. Neil filled her all the way again, then slowly drew back. She clenched around him as his big cock stroked her insides, driving up her pleasure once again. She stroked Mr. Grant's big cock with her hands, hoping to bring him to climax before she got too distracted, but Neil picked up speed, filling her faster and deeper. Soon he was ramming into her at a breakneck pace and she could barely keep her mouth in place. If it weren't for the hand cupping her head, the cockhead in her mouth would slip free.
Her breathing accelerated at the increasing thrusts and she could barely take in enough air. Mr. Grant drew her head back, freeing her mouth.
"I want to see you come," he said. "And hear your moans."
She gazed into his eyes and the pleasure overcame her. She moaned, then the moan turned to a wail as Neil kept driving her pleasure higher with each thrust. She exploded in ecstasy, then Neil groaned and dropped forward, resting his head on her back. Her cheek fell against the hot, hard abs in front of her.
Neil drew away, leaving her vagina empty and longing for the cock still in the grip of her hands. She shifted and took Mr. Grant's cockhead in her mouth again. She sucked deeply, stroking his shaft as she did.
She released him for a moment. "Please, Sir. I want to make you come."
Mr. Grant chuckled. "Yes, I can see that." He stroked her cheek and nodded with a smile.
She wrapped her lips around his hard flesh again and glided deep, squeezing him in her throat, then she swirled her tongue around the base of the corona.
"That's good."
To her satisfaction, his breathing sounded labored. She squeezed his cockhead in her mouth, then began sucking in earnest. With one hand, she found his balls and she cupped them, then gently caressed, all the while sucking him hard.
"Oh, fuck."
He jerked forward, then hot liquid gushed from his cock. More and more. Filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed, then again as he continued to spurt.
When he finally relaxed in the chair, she squeezed as she slid off him, then licked his tip before she moved away, then smiled at him in satisfaction.
He stroked her cheek. "That was superb."
She beamed.
Then to her complete surprise, he tucked his spent cock into his pants and zipped up.
He pushed himself to his feet and walked around the desk again, then settled in his chair.
But she had been waiting all day to have his big erection push into her. For him to fuck her hard against the wall, or on the floor, or wherever the hell he wanted, as long as he drove that cock into her.
"You have done very well, Sylvia, and we've all enjoyed having you here."
"That's the truth," Granger echoed.
She glanced at Granger, then back to Mr. Grant. "I don't understand. Are you saying the day is over?"
"That's right. Go gather your clothes and we'll see you out."
She stood on shaky legs, not ready to leave yet.
"But… I don't want to go yet."
"Why?" Mr. Grant asked.
"I… well… I want…" Hmm. Just how did she say what she wanted.
He waited expectantly.
"I want you to…"
He raised an eyebrow.
Damn it!
"I want you to fuck me," she said forcefully.
"You've already had four men fuck you today."
"But they weren't you."
He shifted his focus behind her and signaled for the other men to leave.
At that, they gathered their clothes and left the office. As soon as they closed the door, she wanted to demand he satisfy her, but she knew she'd already pushed harder than she should, given her role as his submissive. Maybe another tactic would work.
She put her hands on his desk and pushed herself onto her knees on the desktop, then slid his laptop to one side and crawled toward him. She sat on the edge facing him and opened her legs. Wide.
"Please, Sir. I have been longing for your big cock all day. I know I am not allowed to make requests, but I beg of you, please let me feel your enormous cock slide into me." Then she continued in a pleading tone. "Please drive that big, rock-hard cock into me so hard, I scream."
He stood up and her heart leapt. Was he going to do it?
But instead of unzipping his pants and satisfying her need, he took her hand and placed it on his crotch.
"Sweetheart, how do you expect me to do that when you've satisfied me so thoroughly."
But the smile on his face told her he was open to suggestions.
She stroked the fine wool fabric of his pants, up and down, until she felt his cock swell. She didn't want to chance being too forward and unzipping him, so she drew her hand away and cupped her breasts.
"If you taste me here…" She lifted them, stroking the hard nipples with her thumb. Then she glided one hand down her stomach and between her spread legs. She stroked along her glistening slit. "Or here…" She pressed her fingers inside. "Maybe that would help."
"I'm sure it would. But I like watching you."
She squeezed one breast again, and tugged on the nipple, just like he'd instructed her to do that morning. Then she slipped her fingers inside her opening and thrust them in and out.
"Please, Mr. Grant. I need you so badly."
His eyes simmered with desire.
"How badly?" he murmured.
"So badly I would do anything to feel you inside me."
She stood and pushed his chair back a little, then knelt in front of him. She pressed her palms together and interlaced her fingers, as if to beg, then rested her elbows on his knees.
"Please, Sir." She allowed her joined hands to drop forward to accidentally brush his cock beneath the fabric of his pants. He was rock-hard.
"Stand up."
His abrupt command startled her and she lurched to her feet. He pushed his chair further back, so she was now a foot away from him.
"You want my cock inside you?"
She nodded, and her gaze dropped to the large bulge in his pants.
He pressed his lips together while he considered. Her insides ached with her longing for him. When he stood up and walked away, her hope crashed down around her.
But then he walked to the leather couch against one wall of the office and sat down. He unzipped his pants and reached inside, then pulled out his huge cock. Her heart pumped faster.
"All right."
Slowly, she walked toward him. Was he going to throw her down on the couch and take her there?
But when she reached the couch, he continued to sit.
"Well, here it is." He gestured to his erection. "Help yourself."
"Oh."
Always in control, he was refusing to do exactly as she wanted, but she wanted that
big cock inside her desperately. She stepped forward and arched her legs over his knees, then knelt on the couch, his thighs between her legs. Now they were face to face, him fully clothed, except for his protruding cock, and her totally naked.
She just stared at him for a moment, his blue eyes locked on hers and for a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. But he didn't.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. As soon as she began stroking, he cupped her breasts and she almost moaned at the feel of his big hands on her. He leaned forward and puffed air lightly against her ear and she felt faint with need.
She lifted her body and pressed his cock to her wet opening He was so big, she had trouble getting him in at first, but she eased downward slowly, loving how he stretched her so wide.
"Oh, my God. You are impossibly big," she said in awe.
He stroked her hair behind her ear, a smile on his face, and she found herself leaning against this hand. Loving the gentle stroke of her Master.
"You feel good around me, sweetheart."
She had been having trouble taking him all the way, but his words excited her so much, she drove downward, his big cock stretching her beyond belief. Now she sat facing him, her breathing labored, as they sat staring at each other.
Then it happened. He eased forward and his lips brushed hers, ever so lightly, but it thrilled her. Then his tongue ran along the seam of her mouth and she opened immediately. His tongue glided inside for a brief second, then slipped away. His hand cupped her head and he pulled her face tight to him, his lips pressing on hers hard. His tongue drove inside her and she moaned at the invasion.
She glided up his shaft, his tongue still claiming her mouth, then down again. Because of the immense size of his cock, her entire passage felt the stroke of his hard flesh as he moved within her.
At her frenzied breathing, he released her mouth and she sucked in air. She glided up and down his cock again.
"Oh, my God. I can't believe how incredible that feels." She increased her pace and soon she was riding his cock with quick, steady strokes.
She cupped his face and leaned forward. "Are you close?"
She wanted to make him come, but she couldn't hold out much longer.
"Just go for it, sweetheart."
"But I want you to—"
