The first time I laid eyes on Jeff, our new Director of Marketing, I just knew I needed to get into his pants. He reminded me of the cocksure fraternity guys that I had known from college: hard-driving, competitive and perennially horny. His stocky built filled out his suit handsomely and the outline of his man tits in his dress shirts made me hard at work. The office Christmas party presented the perfect opportunity. His out-of-town, not yet relocated, fiancé would not be attending leaving the jocular and horny Jeff solo. I knew he was pissed that she would not be attending so I hung close to him, pouring the bourbon into his egg-nog and pursuing intimate conversations as we both got buzzed. I learned again about his irritation at her absence along with, how the “bitch”, may not even be worth the while given her unwillingness to suck his dick along with the near fortune he needed to spend to get laid. I suggested to him that he needed to better merchandizee “his products” by finding a “bro” who could help him out for free. Hours later, back in my apartment, he was kneeling on my bed with his shirt open affording me a great view of his hairy broad chest and soft tits and asked “if he was displaying the merchandise to its best advantage”. As I joined him on the bed, I told him the only improvement that his “cock-sucking Bro” would suggest to improve his display, would be for him to drop his dress pants so that I could see the outline of his cock in his underwear before I proceeded to sniff, lick and suck on his dick. He smiled broadly as he dropped his drawers for me saying, “Man you are one cheap date, my Daddy dick could get used to this.”
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