Yeee, I made a loud whisper, as I ducked under my desk, scared. Could this be him? I thought further as I raised my head for a slight peep. The divine Jonathan Brown, hmm, I thought, watching him parade the office, his shoulder squared, his back straight, physical height above six feet and yes, I could see the hefty shape of his cock sculpted on his pant trouser. Except it was only me seeing the huge cock shape, I could swear it was there. I felt aroused by it.
Jonathan is the thirty two year old oil and gas tycoon based in Ikoyi Lagos, and yes, he is my perfect dream of a man. For so long I showed my vulnerability and how much love I have for him, and for this long he proved how much dislike he has for me, taunting me in public, ignoring my every effort and causing me to cry to the hands of the many men that put their crush on me.
As I hid, I could tell him advancing towards my office, his aides and security personnel standing aside, letting him alone to walk this long stretch. I hid further, under my desk, hiding all my thickness and drawing the chair after me, as though wanting to give the impression that I wasn't in.
Before now he assigned me to reorganise his office in Ikoyi. The one thing I had always wanted, to be close to him. I spent a large portion of the time admiring his office, observing the portraits and artefacts that sat in his personal space. I got lost. As I took a smaller framed portrait of him to myself, I felt my inside wet, as the image of my sex god aroused me into horny. I took the picture and pressed against my succulent breasts, not letting myself weaken too soon, falling my horny-self on his rolling chair.
I suddenly felt heavier.
I pulled both my thighs upwards, resting my heels on his massive desk, as I pushed myself backwards to rest my back on the backrest, revealing all of my inside. I had nothing on, not even some under tights. I stuck his picture to myself and masturbated, dipping his pen into my wet slippery pussy--the pen wasn't big enough, but the kanji was massive as fuck. I puled it out, searched the table very briefly, noticed his ties, a set of Armani special collections, and noticed what looked like a collection of expensive cigar. I wrapped some of the ties around a set of cigar and dipped it into me, slamming it into my pussy as I banged me over and over again.
After thirty minutes his desk phone rang, suddenly drawing me back to reality. His ties were soaked in my juice, and for a moment I froze with my legs wide opened and the artificial cock out of me. It was a client calling in to close one of his deals worth millions. I juddered, noticing that he could be on his way anytime soon.
I put myself together and started out of the office, hiding his ties, his cigars and other stuffs I had already defiled, thinking I could have them washed clean and returned.
As I stepped out I noticed an alert from my office--an emergency in my protocol unit, something only I could fix. I sighed, waited a moment, pondering what next move to make. To rush down to the laundry at my house at Lekki Gardens, Chisco, or to take this package with me to the office, fix the emergency and then rush down to the laundry? I thought for a brief moment, looking for what should be the right option.
Why should I even be analysing these? He is a super busy man, I doubt he will notice that anything is missing. Also, he has over thirty ties just off his massive desk,and several cigars he brags are for high level visitors, how could he notice this one missing? I thought. That sealed it, to the office I returned. But upon getting to my desk, what I noticed was largely more complicated than I assumed.
Should I abscond right now, or proceed to fixing this? I asked myself again. At this the elevator opened and Jonathan's aides and security staffs poured out. My heart clicked, he was here.
After twenty minutes, the elevator opened and coming from the belly of the lift was him and a couple of personal aides and security. My office was in a glass walled room, a see through. As he walked the floor that housed my department, he stylishly ignored my office, looking around. I swear he noticed me closing the window blinds with my electronic remote, as I covered the outer opening of my desk with scarf and them visitor's chairs. I hid under my desk, pulled my chair to properly hide me, then waited.
The door opened. He had dismissed his aides and security to the outer walls of the floor. He closed the door behind him, advanced very easily towards me and pulled out the one chair that was supposed to cover me from behind.
"Out," he commanded watching my fat ass hang from outside my escape cave.
I froze, not sure of what to do or how to advance. He bent over, gave my booty a heavy slap, so hard I felt it jiggle.
"I said out," he said, and without anymore tricks up my sleeves I came out, picked a cup from my table as though wanting to serve him tea and stayed helplessly shy, ignoring his sight, not sure of why he came after me.
Did he notice his missing ties, I started thinking hard, pondering as I waited for him to say something.
But he slapped my booty, I thought again. He has never as much as come close to me, talk-less of holding hands with me; most times, ignoring me and my advances from the distance was the height of my closeness to my crush-god. I have prepared tea for him and also watched him pour it away in my presence, he didn't as much as care that I exist at all. He didn't. It was as though he was putting all the efforts in his conceivable mind to turn me away from him. Thus the surprise of my life when he asked me to help fix his office. Actually it wasn't him. Lol. The protocol department of his establishment had so much to handle on a new property that a new staff who also was a friend asked this favour, since I was the chief protocol in the office of his boss' friend. He obviously didn't know how much his boss hated me.
"My office has a functional CCTV," he started, pausing afterwards.
The cup fell from my hands as I felt myself sink into the ground. He saw everything, he saw me banging his cigar and ties, I thought, shivering, not sure of what to do.
"But because this is the office of the chairman of the board and CEO, my CCTV is only monitored by me," he continued, giving me the assurance that no one had seen it.
He handed me a remote button and ordered me to go wait for him at home. He turned around and left, his aides soon enveloping him as he took a lift to the administrative floor, to my boss, his friend, I suppose. I immediately took off to my apartment, fixed myself then drove in my Range down to his apartment. As I arrived it was as though the security were waiting for me. My car was checked and taken to the garage. A lady staff at the house took my things and kept them in an inner apartment in the mansion. I followed after her on the quick tour before she left me all to myself. In front of me was the door to the master bedroom. I opened it and felt the monster ultra king size bed call my name.
I responded with an excited moan.
I wasn't going to leave tonight, and nothing on earth would make me. I pulled off my clothes, including bra and left just the g-string. I knew he would come home hungry and so I rushed to the kitchen to prepare some jollof rice and vegetables. I came with stuffs; but upon entering the kitchen, I was shocked at how super mechanised both his outer and inner kitchen was. I made punch, collected a selection of drinks and prepared ice. I setup a dinning in his room with dishes and cutleries, waiting on him to come before doing the serving, but after waiting for several hours, and not seeing him, I pushed back every extra load in the room and went for a shower.
This was already past midnight, and as a chairman, I was super sure he was attending to some of those midnight meetings where they watch international stock markets close.
I turned on the shower and just stayed under the streaming water; lots of thoughts running through my mind as I waited in the water. I felt his hands fingering me, drowning me into a stream of those erotic fantasies that made me masturbate in his office. That was me lusting.
The door to the room opened. He had just come in. I froze where I was. I knew it was him, I felt his scent cover the room, and even though it seemed like he was dragging himself, I could tell per time where he was, when he fell to the bed, when he pulled off his socks, tie, shirt, pants, boxers and singlets. He opened the door to the bath and staggered in. He was too tired. He looked at me in the shower and acted like it was absolutely normal for me to be naked for the first time in his house. I looked at him with a side glance, and instantly didn't feel it was normal for anyone at all to have a cock this fat and long. That's a rod, I thought.
"Baby," he started at me, eyes red and heavy with sleep.
"I am so tired, I have not had anything since morning, apart from those burgers at the office," the shower now poured on him as he dozed off standing. How have you been coping with this lifestyle? I thought.
I held him and washed his body with soap and sponge, paying special attention to his monster cock. It started a monstrous rage.
The bathing was over and he staggered to bed, drowsily strolling like a baby in need of mother's comfort, a totally different swag from the monster that roared into my office earlier today. I fed him few spoons of salad till all I heard was a snore. I woke him to take water, at least two gulps before he slept off with the duvet opened and his cock exposed.
Here was I, busy lusting after the monster cock, not erect though, but as big as a medium sized venomous snake wanting to devour me.
I couldn't sleep. I just watched his cock tenderly rest on his thigh. It was already past three in the morning and his snore didn't seem like it would relent anytime soon. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't walk off the bed. For over two hours I kept my eyes glued to his cock. I felt my pussy wet and widen, and for a while all I thought about was he fucking me.
I started stroking his cock, slowly but steadily. He moaned. I ignored that, wanting only the cock and nothing else. The more I stroked the cock, the bigger it became, and soon soaring longer till it exceeded thirteen inches; too big for just one hand to stroke, I felt it come to life. He moaned again, but still asleep, I could tell his spirit wanted some good fucking, probably against his wish. He moaned.
I stood on my knees, raised and stretched my right laps over his body to the other side, just underneath me. I raised myself a little, till his cock was exactly under my pussy, and then slowly I descended over him, swallowing his cock into my pussy. He moaned. Seven inches of his cock was in. I knew I was the mistress of seduction and I knew I had got him where I needed him to be. His cock sucked the walls of my inside to itself. Slowly I fucked the cock, pounding him slowly, but steadily, increasing the pace of his monster in my canyon. I pulled out and felt him protest in his sleep. I took the cock with both hands and sucked on it steamily, stroking the cock with both hands and heavily fucking the cock in my mouth, swallowing huge portions till there was no more space to contain it. In response, he started fucking my mouth, I wasn't sure if he was still sleeping, but could tell that the fucking became intense, smashing against me heavily and steadily, driving the tip of his monster cock down my throat, moaning as he forced over eight inches of monster cock into me.
He took out his cock from my mouth, fully awake and aroused, and put the cock into my pussy, and after just a short period started fucking me from behind. This was the most painful doggy I ever had, but laced in the pain was my horny, my wanting more of him, and my wanting all of him. I groaned as I also slammed backwards on his cock, fucking him the same way he fucked me.
We rolled over and started the missionary style with him pounding like he hadn't had sex since forever. He fucked and fucked, forcing his fat cock into my pussy. I took in the cock and stayed on, compelling him to keep banging. I felt the surprise in his face as he let himself fuck harder.
At a point he froze, out of pity, wanting to pull back. I held him in his tracks and pulled him back in, and for several minutes afterwards we fucked and he banged, standing for a candle style, butterfly and again a doggy style; time stretched into eternity, but the fucking continued. His hands clenched to my waist, his eyes closed and his waist swinging back and forth as he banged harder against my pussy. He exploded into me, releasing a stream of warm cum into my vagina, every single drop lost in me. He fell backwards to his side, panting and sweating in the intense AC.
"I have never enjoyed sex this good," he started, still panting as he tried to steady himself.
"All my relationships ended abruptly because the girls couldn't take my cock or understand my fucks. They were just too scared of me." He continued, turning to now look at me.
"When I noticed your advances, I feared it will also end like the others. So I encouraged myself to look away from having an affair with you. Then I was told that someone else came to do the cleaning, since my people had to handle the new office building at Eko Atlantic. I got in, turned on a replay of the CCTV and saw how your pussy took in a combination of my complimentary cigars and ties. Something told me you will be my wife."
He pulled me from the bed and sat me at its edge, pulled something from under the bed and knelt both knees to the ground. Opening the box revealed a shinning expensive diamond ring.
"Please spend the rest of your life with me, I want you to be by my side so I can focus on business and also live a happy life. Will you marry me?"
I bust into a stream of tears. I didn't expect a man this handsome and rich to finally yield to my yearn for love and care. He cleaned my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb, waiting for an answer. I nodded repeatedly as I mumbled through my crying some words that meant a yes. He slipped the ring into my finger and shortly after contacted someone at the Ikoyi registry. A wedding was arranged to happen in the next two weeks, enough time for me to notify my family.
He took me back in bed and we fucked for some more hours. He felt truly satisfied, and for the first time in a very long while I saw him even more relaxed and coordinated for business and life.
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