Sex stories

It had been over two weeks since our first meeting—since the moment he unlocked something deep inside me. I had always lived as a straight guy in a relationship, but that night, he awoke the part of me I never dared to face: the submissive, hungry side, reckless to be owned.

And now, every day since, I couldn’t stop thinking about him—his masculine energy, the way he spoke, the size of his hands, the scent of his sweat... and of course, the thick shaft I had tasted and now couldn’t live without.

Then one morning, I got a message from him.
"Hey pig. Been meaning to hit you up. You free tonight? I’ll be finishing some paperwork at the office—thought you might want to swing by and suck my cock while I work. Oh, and prep your ass too. I might feel like using it."

My heart pounded. My dick was instantly hard. I texted back a simple "Yes, Sir."

The whole day was a blur. I couldn't focus at work. The idea of being under his desk, serving him while he signed papers... it made my hole twitch with anticipation.

That evening, I cleaned up thoroughly, then slipped on a red string thong I secretly borrowed from my girlfriend. I needed to feel filthy for him. I needed to be ready.

When I arrived at the sleek high-rise, his secretary was the only one at reception.
“You must be here for Mr. L.” She smirked slightly and led me to his office. “He’s expecting you.”
She shut the door behind me.

He looked up and grinned.
“There’s my pretty little bitch. Damn, I missed that innocent face that hides a dirty mouth and a greedy hole.”
“Come here. Let Daddy taste you.”

I walked slowly toward him, swaying my hips. I knew what he liked. I sat on his lap, grinding my ass against his thickening bulge.

His lips found mine, his tongue immediately invading my mouth, claiming it. His hands roamed freely, gripping my ass, exploring. The heat between us was insane.

I bent over suddenly, pretending to drop a pen, and crawled beneath his desk.
“Good dog. Now get to work. Daddy’s busy.”

I freed his cock from his slacks and it hit my face with a satisfying weight. That familiar scent hit me—raw masculinity. My mouth watered.

I ran my tongue around the head, tasting him slowly, teasing the slit before sucking it down inch by inch. He groaned and placed a hand on my head.
“Yeah... just like that, slut. Been thinking about this mouth every damn night.”

As I bobbed my head, licking, sucking, taking him deeper, I heard the door . His hand didn’t flinch.
“Keep going,” he whispered.

His secretary walked in to ask a question. I didn’t stop. I swirled my tongue, stroked his shaft, sucking quietly. I wanted to make him lose control.

After she left, he gripped my hair.
“Trying to make me nut in front of her, huh? You’re a filthy little thing.”

He stood, grabbed me by the throat (firm, not rough), and whispered,
“Now bend over the desk. It’s time your hole learned who owns it.”

I obeyed.

He pulled down my pants, growling when he saw the thong.
“Damn. You dressed up just to get used, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. I need your cock,” I begged, spreading my cheeks.

He fingered me—one, then two, then three—stretching me slowly while I moaned. Then, I felt it... the thick head of his cock pushing in, steady, unstoppable.

“Take it. You’re mine now.”

He slammed into me with a rhythm that took my breath away. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him as he filled me over and over.

“You like this cock, huh?”
“Yes, Sir, I love it—fuck me harder!”

I was melting under him. Each thrust hit deep, my own cock leaking all over his desk. I wanted to be used, filled, bred.

He pulled out suddenly and sat in his chair.

“Get on top. Ride it like a good twink.”

I climbed on, grabbed his shaft, and sank down inch by inch, moaning loudly. I moved slowly at first, savoring the stretch, then faster, slamming down as he growled.

“I’m gonna fill that hungry hole,” he whispered.

“Please, Daddy—fill me. Breed me,” I begged, riding him harder.

His cock pulsed inside me and then I felt it—hot, thick spurts deep in my ass. I came at the same time, untouched, screaming his name.

We stayed like that, panting, connected.

He kissed me.
“Good twink. You’re not leaving without cleaning me up.”

I dropped to my knees, sucked him clean, swallowing every last drop, licking his shaft like candy.

He smiled.
“You’re mine now. And next time... we invite friends.”