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The door slams, the windows shake, we're having another argument. I've got one more day before I have to give my decision. I get that he wants his own space and stuff, but I really, really want this job. It's always about him!
I don't understand the problem, we've worked together before, it was where we met! This was years ago but I still remember how we used to catch each other's eye across the office and share a giggle. He even told me how much he loved seeing my smile first thing in the morning. We used to love working together and now it's out of the question. What changed?
"Babe?" He says, gently knocking at the door I shut. "Can we talk, please? I hate it when it's like this."
"Oh, now you wanna talk?!" I reply.
"No... that's not what I meant."
"You're always doing this to me..."
"Babe..." He tries to open. It's locked, of course. "Look, you know I love you and you know I would do anything for you, I just don't think this is the best for us. You know, for our relationship."
I don't respond. A few seconds pass then I hear a sigh and what sounds like him sliding down to rest on the floor on the other side of the door. He's so selfish sometimes, I've been saying it to my friends for years and they all agree. Why can't he just let me have what I want?
The thing is, the big problem, the reason why I can't give in this time, is because I've already said I'm accepting. Yes, the deadline is tomorrow, but I already emailed them. Oops! Guess he'll just to deal with it...
***
My first day! It went so well! I met a really great girl called Mel who showed me the ropes, I can tell we're going to be friends. Everyone was really lovely and really accommodating. Well, except for the regional head, he was on leave, I'm sure I'll enjoy getting to know him as well, though.
I'm sat in the passenger seat on the way home, James is driving. I mention it to him. He grunts. He's barely said a word.
"Why are you so quiet? It was nice today." I say.
"Sure."
"Why are you like this?" I continue. "Did you not enjoy getting lunch together? Or having cute little chats in your cubicle?"
"Today was fine."
"Then what's the problem?" I ask. No response, again.
He's just being a bit moody, I think. I bet he's actually happy for me. You know what? I think things are going to work out very well here for me.
***
I swig the last gulp of coffee around in my mouth just as a notification pops up for my first meeting. Perfect timing.
My second day's gone great too, I just love this place. James seems a bit more nervous than he was yesterday for some reason. He's told me 'I love you' like 5 times and it's not even 10am. Strange... And a bit annoying, to be honest, I purposefully avoid his desk on the way to the conference room.
I head into the meeting. There's me and Mel, the only girls in the room, and four of the other guys who work in our office. We're about to have a debrief on the last quarterly performance or something, I dunno. I've not met even met the boss who's in charge of the meeting, I don't even know his name! He kind of pisses me off, though, with how long we have to wait. Everyone's a bit nervous anyway for some reason and the door opens more than 20 minutes after the meeting was supposed to start!
I don't look around initially, but I notice the guys shift around uneasily. Straightening their back or clearing their throat. Subtle, but obvious when you notice it. I turn around and see the guy. He's ok looking, average height, decent build. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"So, this is the new girl?" He asks me.
"That's me." I say. "I'm Kerry."
"I'm B. You can ask everyone what B stands for when I'm gone." He tells me, with a smirk. It sounded like he was making a joke, but no-one laughed. If anything, the mood went a bit sour. He winks at me, sits down and starts talking.
I stay silent throughout. Most of us stay silent. This B guy talks and talks and talks, with an arrogant demeanour that pisses me off. He makes jokes at others' expense, talks over anyone whenever he feels like it and even puts his feet up on the table at one point! I feel everyone is far more respectful than they need to be. Why does no-one ever question him? I don't get it.
***
After the meeting finishes, me and Mel grab lunch together. She really wanted Subway, which I was happy with. We order, we choose our sandwiches, we pay and we sit down, and I finally get a chance to say what's on my mind.
"So what's the whole deal with that 'B' guy?" I say.
"How do you mean?" Mel replies.
"Like, what does 'B' even stand for?"
"Depends who you ask."
"Huh?"
"Well, officially he's Bill. That's his name, William." She says. I nod my head. "But actually, he says the 'B' stands for 'Big'."
"Big?"
"Yea, as in 'Big Dick Bill'."
"What? Are you serious?" I ask, she nods, a devilish grin forming on her face. I look outside for a few seconds while I process this information.
I take a bite of my sandwich. Now that she said it, it all makes sense. When he speaks he makes sure everyone has to listen to him, , he has that tone of voice when he speaks where you just know he gets everything he wants. He's totally the kind of guy who'd have a big dick.
"But, a lot of guys say that, Mel. It's probably not that big." I say.
"You think?" Mel says.
"Yea. In fact, he might even be compensating because he has a small dick. He's totally the kind of guy that would do that."
"I've got news for you honey. It's big." Mel says.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Well, this is obviously between me and you, but I've seen it. I've touched it."
"But... your husband?" I say. She puts her finger to her lips. Keep it quiet.
"He's slept with most girls in the office." She says.
"Really?!"
"Yea, you're a good looking girl, he might be after you next."
"I could never do that to James!" I say.
"You'd be doing better than any of his married secretaries."
"So... how big are we talking?" I ask.
A beaming smile grows on her face as she enthusiastically describes the length, at least ten inches, the girth, like a beer can. Apparently, she is summoned to his office once or twice a week. Sometimes he likes to get a blowjob when on the phone to a client, other times he wants anal. Mel actually hates anal but feels obliged to do anything B wants, so she just grins and bears it.
***
The first time I go to B's office is just a routine information request, the kind of exchange that could easily have been done by email... Oh well, I guess he likes the personal touch.
I wait outside. After a few minutes one of our clients walk out. I think nothing of it, but then I notice her hair is parted to the other side it was earlier. And what's with her smile, like she's really satisfied about something? I guess they did some good business or something? I'll be the first to admit I'm still a bit naive about all this.
"You got that thing I asked for?" He says.
"I emailed it to you."
"Great." He says, then looks me up and down.
"Can I go now?" I say. I feel uncomfortable, who does he think he is? Just leering at me like this.
"I prefer to be addressed as 'sir'." He says. I pause, is he serious? I gulp, he's quite intimidating.
"Sorry sir."
"I've seen what I need to, you can get out now." He says then proceeds to slap me forcefully across my ass. I gasp.
"You can't do that!" I say.
"Yea well..." He laughs, "I've got a massive dick."
I don't speak for a few seconds, looking at the floor. The image of his big cock flashes straight into my head. Just knowing he is well endowed makes me feel I should be more submissive, more reverent. I bow my head, and look up to his eyes.
"Sorry sir, you can try again." I say. He laughs the laugh of a man who is in on some inside joke that only he knows about.
"Turn around." He says, I do as he commands.
"Ready."
"Yes." I say, immediately followed by another gasp as his meaty hand hits my ass then gropes my right ass cheek.
I feel giddy and light-footed as I leave the door, kinda happy in the hope he was staring at my ass on the way out. I get a guilty feeling as I walk past my husband's desk for a hello and a kiss. I probably shouldn't have let B do that. But at the same time, he has a massive dick, I mean I have to respect him.
***
I look into the mirror, make up is on point, tight white top tucked into a figure hugging light gray pencil skirt. I've not really made as much effort with my appearance since I've been married but I'm enjoying it now, strangely. I'm into my second week of working here, it's great. Even better than I expected.
I hear a beep, it's a message. Email, from B. 'I need you in my office, now.' That's all it says. It's nearly 11, when I usually have a quick catch up with my husband. Oh well, James can wait. I hitch my skirt up a bit and exit the bathroom.
"Hi B." I say, big smile across my face.
"Red lipstick, lots of eyeliner, skirt up to mid thigh." He says.
"I'm just trying to dress nice."
"Spin for me." I try to look offended, it doesn't work, my smile betraying me. "Do it."
I feel so girly around B for some reason. I'm walking with a spring in my step, I'm wearing my hair long, I'm putting so much effort into looking pretty. I love it.
"Come over here." He tells me.
"Ok sir." I say.
"Kneel on the floor."
"Erm... Why?"
"Just do it."
I hesitate for a second, this is odd. I realise this is not something I should probably be doing but I accept that I'm happy to do it. don't know why but I feel compelled to do whatever B tells me. I trust him, so it's ok. I kneel down in front of him, he's sat in his swivel chair turned to the side away from his desk.
"Now give me your hand."
"Ok." I say, as he takes it and places it on his crotch. "Oh my god!"
"You like that?"
"Erm... I have a husband, I can't do this."
"Yea James, he's a great guy." He says, putting his hand over mine, making me rub his dick. Fuck it feels big!
"He is." I agree, letting out a soft moan.
"He's always talking about you. He loves you so much, you know." B tells me.
"Yea... I know." I say, biting my lip, stil stroking his growing bulge.
"He'd just be heartbroken if you were to start sucking my dick right now."
I lose the train of the conversation as I notice how big his dick is getting under his trousers. It really is huge. I rub it and start to whisper to myself, 'I need to see it, I need to see it.' My jaw hanging open, and without even looking up, I start to unzip and pull out his giant dick. I take it in my hand and look at it, fully hard. Wow. It's the size of my upper arm, maybe even bigger.
I start sucking his dick, moving my mouth up and down as fast as I can, without breaking eye contact with B. His cock gets quickly soaked in my saliva. I try to get as much of it in my mouth as possible but the massive head keeps smacking the back of my mouth. It's painful, but a good kind of pain. I like it.
A knock at the door interrupts my pleasure. My eyes widen and I freeze, mouth still around his cock, B calmly motions to the space under his desk, I understand exactly what he means. I shift over and resume sucking dick as he calls to let the person in. So naughty!
"Hi B." That's Jenny, one of his blonde assistants.
"Hey beautiful." He replies, I start sucking harder.
"Are you still ok for your next appointment?"
"I can't wait." He laughs.
"Great! You need me for anything else, sir?"
"Yea, get that ass over here." I hear a giggle then footsteps. I feel a bit nervous, but continue servicing B's massive dick. I hear a smack then what sounds like someone kissing someone's cheek.
As soon as she leaves the room B hoists me up, turns me round and bends me over the desk, I look around to him as he places his big dick on my ass and back, rubbing it in to more moaning. Before I can say anything he has lifted my skirt up to reveal my pussy, it's soaking wet. He slides his dick into me, I close my eyes and lose control. Jesus that's amazing. He keeps thrusting and I can't pay attention to anything, all I can think about his how good it feels to be getting fucked and fucked by this dick.
My ecstasy stops, what happened? B stopped thrusting. I turn my head round, I'm still bent over the desk in full blouse, pencil skirt and heels with the skirt pulled right up to my waist, he's picked the phone up, his big dick still way inside me, and speaks to his secretary, 'Yea, send him in, please.'
I look back over my shoulder at B, confused, but he pulls my hair from the back forcing my head to look forward and resumes fucking me. Jesus that's so good. So good! Fuck! All I can think about is his dick. Then the door opens.
"Babe-" I try to say, seeing James stood in front of me, mouth agape. I can barely manage a word before it's interrupted by another moan from another thrust of B's big dick. My words are barely coming out. "I'm-... I'm... sorry."
I scream from the pleasure then close my eyes, another orgasm is coming.
Here's one I just wrote. I love to get more readers and feedback
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The door slams, the windows shake, we're having another argument. I've got one more day before I have to give my decision. I get that he wants his own space and stuff, but I really, really want this job. It's always about him!
I don't understand the problem, we've worked together before, it was where we met! This was years ago but I still remember how we used to catch each other's eye across the office and share a giggle. He even told me how much he loved seeing my smile first thing in the morning. We used to love working together and now it's out of the question. What changed?
"Babe?" He says, gently knocking at the door I shut. "Can we talk, please? I hate it when it's like this."
"Oh, now you wanna talk?!" I reply.
"No... that's not what I meant."
"You're always doing this to me..."
"Babe..." He tries to open. It's locked, of course. "Look, you know I love you and you know I would do anything for you, I just don't think this is the best for us. You know, for our relationship."
I don't respond. A few seconds pass then I hear a sigh and what sounds like him sliding down to rest on the floor on the other side of the door. He's so selfish sometimes, I've been saying it to my friends for years and they all agree. Why can't he just let me have what I want?
The thing is, the big problem, the reason why I can't give in this time, is because I've already said I'm accepting. Yes, the deadline is tomorrow, but I already emailed them. Oops! Guess he'll just to deal with it...
***
My first day! It went so well! I met a really great girl called Mel who showed me the ropes, I can tell we're going to be friends. Everyone was really lovely and really accommodating. Well, except for the regional head, he was on leave, I'm sure I'll enjoy getting to know him as well, though.
I'm sat in the passenger seat on the way home, James is driving. I mention it to him. He grunts. He's barely said a word.
"Why are you so quiet? It was nice today." I say.
"Sure."
"Why are you like this?" I continue. "Did you not enjoy getting lunch together? Or having cute little chats in your cubicle?"
"Today was fine."
"Then what's the problem?" I ask. No response, again.
He's just being a bit moody, I think. I bet he's actually happy for me. You know what? I think things are going to work out very well here for me.
***
I swig the last gulp of coffee around in my mouth just as a notification pops up for my first meeting. Perfect timing.
My second day's gone great too, I just love this place. James seems a bit more nervous than he was yesterday for some reason. He's told me 'I love you' like 5 times and it's not even 10am. Strange... And a bit annoying, to be honest, I purposefully avoid his desk on the way to the conference room.
I head into the meeting. There's me and Mel, the only girls in the room, and four of the other guys who work in our office. We're about to have a debrief on the last quarterly performance or something, I dunno. I've not met even met the boss who's in charge of the meeting, I don't even know his name! He kind of pisses me off, though, with how long we have to wait. Everyone's a bit nervous anyway for some reason and the door opens more than 20 minutes after the meeting was supposed to start!
I don't look around initially, but I notice the guys shift around uneasily. Straightening their back or clearing their throat. Subtle, but obvious when you notice it. I turn around and see the guy. He's ok looking, average height, decent build. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"So, this is the new girl?" He asks me.
"That's me." I say. "I'm Kerry."
"I'm B. You can ask everyone what B stands for when I'm gone." He tells me, with a smirk. It sounded like he was making a joke, but no-one laughed. If anything, the mood went a bit sour. He winks at me, sits down and starts talking.
I stay silent throughout. Most of us stay silent. This B guy talks and talks and talks, with an arrogant demeanour that pisses me off. He makes jokes at others' expense, talks over anyone whenever he feels like it and even puts his feet up on the table at one point! I feel everyone is far more respectful than they need to be. Why does no-one ever question him? I don't get it.
***
After the meeting finishes, me and Mel grab lunch together. She really wanted Subway, which I was happy with. We order, we choose our sandwiches, we pay and we sit down, and I finally get a chance to say what's on my mind.
"So what's the whole deal with that 'B' guy?" I say.
"How do you mean?" Mel replies.
"Like, what does 'B' even stand for?"
"Depends who you ask."
"Huh?"
"Well, officially he's Bill. That's his name, William." She says. I nod my head. "But actually, he says the 'B' stands for 'Big'."
"Big?"
"Yea, as in 'Big Dick Bill'."
"What? Are you serious?" I ask, she nods, a devilish grin forming on her face. I look outside for a few seconds while I process this information.
I take a bite of my sandwich. Now that she said it, it all makes sense. When he speaks he makes sure everyone has to listen to him, , he has that tone of voice when he speaks where you just know he gets everything he wants. He's totally the kind of guy who'd have a big dick.
"But, a lot of guys say that, Mel. It's probably not that big." I say.
"You think?" Mel says.
"Yea. In fact, he might even be compensating because he has a small dick. He's totally the kind of guy that would do that."
"I've got news for you honey. It's big." Mel says.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Well, this is obviously between me and you, but I've seen it. I've touched it."
"But... your husband?" I say. She puts her finger to her lips. Keep it quiet.
"He's slept with most girls in the office." She says.
"Really?!"
"Yea, you're a good looking girl, he might be after you next."
"I could never do that to James!" I say.
"You'd be doing better than any of his married secretaries."
"So... how big are we talking?" I ask.
A beaming smile grows on her face as she enthusiastically describes the length, at least ten inches, the girth, like a beer can. Apparently, she is summoned to his office once or twice a week. Sometimes he likes to get a blowjob when on the phone to a client, other times he wants anal. Mel actually hates anal but feels obliged to do anything B wants, so she just grins and bears it.
***
The first time I go to B's office is just a routine information request, the kind of exchange that could easily have been done by email... Oh well, I guess he likes the personal touch.
I wait outside. After a few minutes one of our clients walk out. I think nothing of it, but then I notice her hair is parted to the other side it was earlier. And what's with her smile, like she's really satisfied about something? I guess they did some good business or something? I'll be the first to admit I'm still a bit naive about all this.
"You got that thing I asked for?" He says.
"I emailed it to you."
"Great." He says, then looks me up and down.
"Can I go now?" I say. I feel uncomfortable, who does he think he is? Just leering at me like this.
"I prefer to be addressed as 'sir'." He says. I pause, is he serious? I gulp, he's quite intimidating.
"Sorry sir."
"I've seen what I need to, you can get out now." He says then proceeds to slap me forcefully across my ass. I gasp.
"You can't do that!" I say.
"Yea well..." He laughs, "I've got a massive dick."
I don't speak for a few seconds, looking at the floor. The image of his big cock flashes straight into my head. Just knowing he is well endowed makes me feel I should be more submissive, more reverent. I bow my head, and look up to his eyes.
"Sorry sir, you can try again." I say. He laughs the laugh of a man who is in on some inside joke that only he knows about.
"Turn around." He says, I do as he commands.
"Ready."
"Yes." I say, immediately followed by another gasp as his meaty hand hits my ass then gropes my right ass cheek.
I feel giddy and light-footed as I leave the door, kinda happy in the hope he was staring at my ass on the way out. I get a guilty feeling as I walk past my husband's desk for a hello and a kiss. I probably shouldn't have let B do that. But at the same time, he has a massive dick, I mean I have to respect him.
***
I look into the mirror, make up is on point, tight white top tucked into a figure hugging light gray pencil skirt. I've not really made as much effort with my appearance since I've been married but I'm enjoying it now, strangely. I'm into my second week of working here, it's great. Even better than I expected.
I hear a beep, it's a message. Email, from B. 'I need you in my office, now.' That's all it says. It's nearly 11, when I usually have a quick catch up with my husband. Oh well, James can wait. I hitch my skirt up a bit and exit the bathroom.
"Hi B." I say, big smile across my face.
"Red lipstick, lots of eyeliner, skirt up to mid thigh." He says.
"I'm just trying to dress nice."
"Spin for me." I try to look offended, it doesn't work, my smile betraying me. "Do it."
I feel so girly around B for some reason. I'm walking with a spring in my step, I'm wearing my hair long, I'm putting so much effort into looking pretty. I love it.
"Come over here." He tells me.
"Ok sir." I say.
"Kneel on the floor."
"Erm... Why?"
"Just do it."
I hesitate for a second, this is odd. I realise this is not something I should probably be doing but I accept that I'm happy to do it. don't know why but I feel compelled to do whatever B tells me. I trust him, so it's ok. I kneel down in front of him, he's sat in his swivel chair turned to the side away from his desk.
"Now give me your hand."
"Ok." I say, as he takes it and places it on his crotch. "Oh my god!"
"You like that?"
"Erm... I have a husband, I can't do this."
"Yea James, he's a great guy." He says, putting his hand over mine, making me rub his dick. Fuck it feels big!
"He is." I agree, letting out a soft moan.
"He's always talking about you. He loves you so much, you know." B tells me.
"Yea... I know." I say, biting my lip, stil stroking his growing bulge.
"He'd just be heartbroken if you were to start sucking my dick right now."
I lose the train of the conversation as I notice how big his dick is getting under his trousers. It really is huge. I rub it and start to whisper to myself, 'I need to see it, I need to see it.' My jaw hanging open, and without even looking up, I start to unzip and pull out his giant dick. I take it in my hand and look at it, fully hard. Wow. It's the size of my upper arm, maybe even bigger.
I start sucking his dick, moving my mouth up and down as fast as I can, without breaking eye contact with B. His cock gets quickly soaked in my saliva. I try to get as much of it in my mouth as possible but the massive head keeps smacking the back of my mouth. It's painful, but a good kind of pain. I like it.
A knock at the door interrupts my pleasure. My eyes widen and I freeze, mouth still around his cock, B calmly motions to the space under his desk, I understand exactly what he means. I shift over and resume sucking dick as he calls to let the person in. So naughty!
"Hi B." That's Jenny, one of his blonde assistants.
"Hey beautiful." He replies, I start sucking harder.
"Are you still ok for your next appointment?"
"I can't wait." He laughs.
"Great! You need me for anything else, sir?"
"Yea, get that ass over here." I hear a giggle then footsteps. I feel a bit nervous, but continue servicing B's massive dick. I hear a smack then what sounds like someone kissing someone's cheek.
As soon as she leaves the room B hoists me up, turns me round and bends me over the desk, I look around to him as he places his big dick on my ass and back, rubbing it in to more moaning. Before I can say anything he has lifted my skirt up to reveal my pussy, it's soaking wet. He slides his dick into me, I close my eyes and lose control. Jesus that's amazing. He keeps thrusting and I can't pay attention to anything, all I can think about his how good it feels to be getting fucked and fucked by this dick.
My ecstasy stops, what happened? B stopped thrusting. I turn my head round, I'm still bent over the desk in full blouse, pencil skirt and heels with the skirt pulled right up to my waist, he's picked the phone up, his big dick still way inside me, and speaks to his secretary, 'Yea, send him in, please.'
I look back over my shoulder at B, confused, but he pulls my hair from the back forcing my head to look forward and resumes fucking me. Jesus that's so good. So good! Fuck! All I can think about is his dick. Then the door opens.
"Babe-" I try to say, seeing James stood in front of me, mouth agape. I can barely manage a word before it's interrupted by another moan from another thrust of B's big dick. My words are barely coming out. "I'm-... I'm... sorry."
I scream from the pleasure then close my eyes, another orgasm is coming.
