I had just been fingerfucked by my new boss, CJ, high in the sky in a corporate jet en route to L.A. He was testing me as candy for an important client my office just had to close a deal with. I had passed the fingerfuck test apparently, but it soon became clear that my testing wasn't complete.
CJ laughed, extracted his fingers from my ass, and, in one smooth, athletic motion went back into his seat on his knees. He pushed a button on my seat that fully reclined the back so I went down flat. Then he grabbed my hips with his huge hands and pulled my torso toward him. I lifted my head enough that I saw his black battering ram of a dick standing up majestically between his legs. I moaned and jabbered a bit in fear, I'm afraid, as he lifted my left leg up to his right shoulder and pushed my left leg out and across the arm of his seat. His left hand was supporting the whole weight of my right hip and buttocks. I saw him push his big black club down and guide it to my lathered ass. I whimpered and tried to pull myself away, but he had me in a strong grip—and I'd already given my consent; I'd said I do anything for the job.
"No, don't fight me," he whispered in a low, soothing voice. "I know this is new to you. I'll be careful. But it will be worse if you fight it."
"Please, please," I whimpered, as I felt the head of his cock come up against my ass. "Please" what, I didn't know myself; I'd already said yes to this. It was just . . . just what he had there between his legs. The lubricant and his rimming had opened me up, I knew, but he was just so big. I fought to think if I'd passed anything as thick as that rod of his, I was sure I hadn't.
Oh, God, I thought, as I felt two fingers of his hand enter my ass and spread the hole apart. I involuntarily tensed up, and once again he told me just to relax. When I had done so, I felt a third finger going in, up to the knuckles, and he was widening the hole as far as he could. He held his fingers in suspense until I'd had time to adjust to them, and then I felt what must have been that big dick head of his find purchase in my hole as he withdrew his fingers.
"Oh, no. I can't," I moaned in spite of my declarations. But CJ proved that I could.
"It will be better when I'd gotten in past the prostate," he said. And he was right. When he had gotten position, he brought my right leg up to his shoulder, got a hold on both of my hips again, and drew me up as he stood up on the floor. I could now see along my own chest and up my suspended legs, to his dick, which was still only about a third into me, and on up his beautiful chocolate body. When he stood, though, he found that he had to hunch over because of the overhead racks in the airplane passenger compartment.
"This isn't going to work," he said, and he plopped his cock out of my hole and pushed me back up the seat and released my legs. I felt like a prisoner who had had his death sentence commuted, but that feeling lasted only a few seconds.
CJ pulled me up from the seat with the hands he had on my waist and hips, swung me around into the aisle, and laid my chest down on the cold table top between the facing seats across the aisle. He knocked my legs apart in a wide stance, with my feet on the floor; my chest on the table top, held down with a strong hand; my butt waving out into the aisle; and my face up against a porthole, where, nonsensically, I watched the world of patterned fields and small towns drift by below us as CJ's huge dick plowed ever deeper into me. He was as gentle as possible under the circumstances, but the pain nearly overwhelmed the pleasurable feeling of taking him into me and listening to the murmurs of ecstasy of a man who held my career in his hands just as he now was holding my engorged cock and balls in his hand.
After having gotten who knows how far into me, CJ started a rhythmic pumping action with his rod, at first finely controlled, but near the end in what was more of a wild frenzy. Whether or not he had intended to do so, he shot off inside me, and I felt like a fountain was gushing up toward my stomach. I can't say I was sorry when the pumping had stopped, but now I was sure that I'd be able to endure anything that this Binggum guy was likely to expect of me. CJ laid his chest down along my back and nibbled on my ear as he started a concentrated pumping action on my own cock with his huge fist. I turned my head, and we were in a long kiss when I came yet again. He then withdrew from my ass, helped me to rise, and hugged and kissed me when he'd helped me up. Then we both collapsed onto the heavily carpeted floor of the center aisle, our bodies entwined in a close embrace.
"That was wonderful," CJ whispered into my ear. "You did just great. I would never have known this was your first time for all this—except maybe for the tightness of that lovely ass of yours."
"So, do you think I will do for this CEO we have to impress," I whispered back to CJ. "He couldn't have a cock any bigger and thicker than yours, could he?"
"Ummm, I doubt you have to worry about that," CJ said after a lengthy pause. "Binggum's pretty much strictly a bottom. Except when he can get fresh meat—or nearly fresh meat. He's always after me to find him a tight ass. He's not really interested unless the hole has rarely been used. Of course, that wouldn't be you, I suppose, if tell him the truth."
I chomped on that a moment and decided to backtrack a bit by asking, "What's a bottom?"
"A bottom is a taker rather than a giver in ass fucking. I'm afraid I haven't been fair with you. I didn't have to test you in this department, but you're so luscious, I couldn't resist. I was crazy to be your first. And I'll have to say that you have one tight, luscious ass."
