Sex stories

Yo cousin, it’s Malik again — 27, lean and muscular North African guy, always packing 20 cm ready for whoever wants it. Hit me up, I’ll take care of you.

At my job, this sales guy showed up in a full suit, strong cologne, walking through the building with the boss. For some reason, they stopped right next to me to chat. I didn’t care much, but I noticed the guy checking me out on the low.

So I checked him back. Around 45, good-looking: a few grey hairs but still brown, light beard, brown eyes, slim, and a tight little ass perfectly shaped in his dark blue suit.

He smiles at me, I smile back. While the boss talks about replacing the coffee machine, I catch his eyes dropping to my bulge. I knew instantly.

Later, he comes back alone. A bit nervous, slightly red, asks me out for a drink.

I lean in and whisper:
“Oh yeah… one drink, two drinks… whatever you want.”

We meet at his hotel bar later. I was already hungry for him.

He’s there, jeans, white shirt, scrolling on his phone. I brush his ass when I walk in — he jumps.

We drink, talk a bit. Then I suggest checking his room.

We go upstairs.

Inside, I grab him, kiss him, grab his ass. He stops for a second, takes off his wedding ring, puts it aside… then we go all in.

I strip him fast. He opens my jeans, pulls me out, starts jerking me. Then he goes down, takes me deep, playing with it, switching rhythm, going all the way.

I get him ready from behind while he’s still sucking. He’s moaning already.

I flip him onto the bed. He spreads open right away.

I eat him out, he loses it, begging for more.

Then I line up and push in.

He gasps, then relaxes.

I take him hard for a while. He cums just from the friction.

That pushes me over the edge — I go deep and finish inside.

Next day, I came back.

And a week later…

The new coffee machine arrived.

Better than expected.

My boss doesn’t understand why.

I do.