I was on my knees under his desk, his big, beautiful cock sliding in and out of my mouth as I took every inch of him again and again. I never got tired of the feeling of Jameson's dick in my mouth, nor of his big, firm balls slapping against my chin. I had been going at it for fifteen minutes or so I estimated, and my neck was starting to get sore, but I had no intention of quitting. I reached up and began to caress his balls with my fingers while beginning to work the under side of his shaft more aggressively with the tip and top of my tongue. I knew this was what would finish him off, and though I usually would let both of us enjoy the experience a bit longer, I had another appointment that night and needed to get going. I slowed my pace and concentrated on my motions, repeatedly sliding my tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft while I slid it in and out of my mouth, tracing the head of his cock and tasting his precum when I reached his head reached my lips. It didn't take much of this treatment, maybe another minute or so, until I could feel he was ready to blow.
Jameson pushed his chair away from the desk, holding my head down on his cock while he moved to make sure I didn't stop sucking. He stood up out of the chair so he could blow his load on my face properly, which was the way we both liked it. He began grunting and bucking his hips as his orgasm built, and I started sucking faster, keeping one hand on his balls while using the other to jerk his cock in rhythm with my mouth's movements. He finally began to cum, the first spurt bursting into my mouth while he let out a muffled groan. I tasted his hot, delicious cum, and then pulled his cock out of my mouth and continued jerking him off, spraying the rest of his load into my mouth and onto my face. As he finished shooting, he took his softening cock in his hand and began wiping my face with it, pushing all his cum into my mouth, making sure I would not miss a drop. I happily waited he had finished, then gave his cock one more squeeze to make sure I had gotten everything it could give me.
Satisfied, I stood up and faced Jameson, our eyes meeting and causing both of us to laugh quietly. "You never fail to impress," he said, slapping my butt as I walked toward the bathroom attached to his office. "Same to you," I said as I closed the door. Glancing at my watch I realized it was far later than I thought - I must have gotten carried away, and time flies, as they say. "Shit," I muttered to myself, turning to mirror and seeing the remnants of saliva and cum covering most of my face. "I'm gonna be late, and Marco does not like waiting." I grabbed a wash cloth, dipped it under the faucet and quickly wiped my face and washed my hands. Giving myself a cursory glance in the mirror, I decided I was good to go, and turned to leave. Jameson was back at his desk, wrapping up work for the day.
"Thanks man, I gotta run but I'll see be around tomorrow evening if you want to keep working on this project at the end of the day," I said, picking up my laptop and notebook and heading for the door to the main office floor.
"Sounds great, I think I can fit that in around 6 tomorrow," he replied with a wink.
"Great, see you then," I answered and shut the door to his office behind me. There were a handful of people left on the floor, but no one even looked up when I shut the door and headed for my own office. That was the beauty of this relationship; Jameson and I had been working together for years, and spent plenty of time in meetings behind closed doors, sometimes just us, sometimes with other groups. So, no one seemed to even notice when we had our end of day "strategy sessions" in his office. We had known each other for quite awhile before we became intimate; it came up essentially by accident on a work trip a year or so ago. But recently we had developed a regular habit, getting together in his office a few times a week as our schedules allowed. It was an excellent relationship.
Anyway, I gathered up my things at my desk, threw my jacket over my shoulder, and headed for the door. My other hookup tonight was with another "buddy", who I also saw at least once a week, sometimes a few times. Marco was a attractive black guy, about my age of 35, with a chiseled body and the cock you would expect on a six-foot four-inch black dude. Marco was a total top, aggressive, in a good way, and he could go for hours and was always good for a few rounds. He did not like being kept waiting however.
I left the office and sped home, hopped briefly in the shower to freshen up and get ready for the evening. I did not, however, wash my hair, not wanting to waste a minute. I got dressed, took another quick look in the mirror, and hit the road again.
I knocked on Marco's door and he opened after a minute, wearing his usual outfit - tight fitting athletic compression shorts that clearly showed off his 8 inch (when soft) cock, and nothing else. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he opened the door and greeted me with a simple, "You're late."
