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Clément Poitrenaud - Exposed
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The time lost in there would be incalculable! UFF
That cock had to be let out, stroked and finally erupt
A casual encounter.
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“Have a seat, Bryce,” the new consultant directed, greeting me in the conference room with his arms crossed over his meaty pecs. His muscles were busting out of his tight polo shirt, his big dick bulging through his jeans. “I’m Dax Becker, and I’ve been brought in by the CEO to drain some excess expenditures out of the company’s budget,” he continued. The only thing that needed to be drained was Dax’s big cock.
“I—uh—I heard there could be some layoffs,” I replied tentatively, taking a seat at the conference table as Dax took the chair opposite me.
“Yes,” he acknowledged. “I’m not going to lie to you. Often in these situations, I find employees who are either underperforming or not contributing to the overall success of the company, and they will be let go. But, first I’d like to spend a little time with you and get to know—”
“Look, I really need this job,” I interrupted him. “I just got out of college and I’ve got a shitload of education loans. It took me months to get hired here and, with the economy in the toilet, I can’t afford to be looking for another job.”
“Calm down, Bryce,” Dax held up the palm of his hand. “Nobody is saying you’re getting the ax at this point. I just want to have a discussion with you about your strengths and what you bring to the table. Maybe we could start there?”
“My strengths?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “What sets you apart from your co-workers? What’s something you’re really good at?”
I froze. My mind went blank. I was a new hire, still just a cog in the wheel. To be honest, a monkey could be trained to do my job or, worse, an AI bot. What the fuck could I tell this guy? I suddenly felt warm and clammy, sweat forming on my upper lip. Dax was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say some elusive magic word that would save my ass from the chopping block. And so I blurted out the only thing that came to mind.
“I’m really good at sucking dick.”
“The fuck?” he gasped, taken aback. “Is that—is that something you do here at work? You suck off your boss and the other guys on your team?”
“No—No,” I attempted to clarify. “I do not suck dick at work. Well, except for that one bartender at the office Christmas party, but he doesn’t technically work here.”
“Then why the fuck are you telling me this?” Dax demanded. “Are you offering to suck me off—in exchange for job security?”
“No—I mean—is that on the table?”
“Dude, I’ve been a consultant for twenty years, and I’ve never had a guy offer to blow me so he could keep his job,” Dax leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed.
“Just—just forget I mentioned anything about sucking dick, okay?” I stammered. “I’m just really nervous and—”
“Now, hang on a minute, Bryce,” Dax cut me off. “I could be down for some head.”
“What—? Really—?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, reaching down and rubbing his bulging crotch. “I mean, it’s not like my wife ever sucks my big one anymore. Lemme ask—do you deep throat?”
“To the balls,” I answered, getting up from my chair, making my way around to his side of the conference table.
“Swallow?”
“Every last drop,” I assured him, dropping to my knees as he swung his chair around to face me. “I fucking love cum.”
“Good answer, Bryce,” Dax gave a wink, unzipping his jeans. Instantly, a thick nine-incher smacked me in the face. “Well, don’t just sit there drooling,” he admonished. “Get to work on this big dick. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls for you.”
Ravenously, I took that big cock down my throat. Making good on my promise, I deep throated him to the balls. His hands went to the back of my head, holding his cock down my throat.
“Fuck, man,” he marveled. “You weren’t lying. No bitch has ever been able to take me all the way down.”
With my hands gripping his knees, I went to town on his big dick, sucking him like my life depended on it—or, in this case, my job. Jesus, the dude was hung. But I reveled in showing off my skills, locking my lips around his thick shaft, taking him from balls to tip over and over again.
“Christ, you know how to work a dick,” Dax praised, his strong hands moving to my shoulders, massaging me as I worked his cock in and out of my talented throat. “I’ve always heard that guys give better head, but I never believed it until now.”
“Guys have first-hand knowledgeable about working the equipment,” I replied, coming up for air, my saliva stringing between my lips and the tip of his cock. “And your big cock is a pleasure to—”
“Less talking, Bryce. More sucking,” Dax admonished me, shoving his big cock back down my throat. “You keep working it like that, and you’re gonna get a big load out of me.”
Emboldened by his promise of a big reward, I picked up my pace, my neck pivoting repeatedly on his big one. His precum was copious, coating my tongue and running down my throat—a delicious precursor of the meal to come. Rhythmically, I treated him to some deep dives down my throat, his fat cock head breaching the upper limits of my esophagus with each pass.
“Shit, that’s good,” Dax moaned, his balls hugging his body, his cock beginning to swell down my throat. “Yeah—just like that,” he directed. “Yeah—don’t stop—yeah—just like that. OH FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”
A forceful blast of jizz hit the back of my throat, coating my tonsils, as his massive load spewed down my gullet. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as ten—twelve—fifteen shots of cum discharged into my hungry belly.
“Dude—that was the best damn blow job that I’ve ever had,” Dax exhaled, extracting his cock from my throat. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re in the wrong line of work.”
“So—is my job safe now?” I asked, wiping the melange of cum and saliva from my chin with the back of my hand. “You’re not going to recommend that they fire me?”
“Fire you?” Dax laughed, stuffing his wet cock back into his jeans. “You were never going to be fired, Bryce. They already pay you shit, so your salary would be just a drop in the bucket. But thanks for the killer head. If you don’t mind, I might bring you back in after lunch for some more—uh—discussion.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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