Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 20:41:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Short Guy Subject: Temping part 3 Temping part 3 by Short Guy Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Temping part 3 The summer after I graduated from high school, I got a Kelly Girl job at a bank. I borrowed my mom's car to drive there. The receptionist showed me where to go, and when I got there, I found the secretary of the guy I would be working for. His office was right behind her desk. I looked at his name and was surprised to see he was the bank president. She took the phone and let him know I was there. She listened to what he said and then hung up, telling me, "Guy, you can go right in." I opened the door to my new boss's office and what I saw nearly gave me a heart attack. He was sitting at this enormous desk. And the thing is, he was so fucking tall that his head was above mine even though he was sitting down! He was handsome. He looked Germanic or Scandinavian. He was fucking Thor. He had blond hair and a baby face that made him look like a man-boy; he had this boyish nature to his face while being a huge hunk of a man. His shoulders were so wide that you could fit two of me standing side by side and his shoulders would still jut out beyond mine. He wasn't wearing a jacket. He had a white shirt with a bright red tie that bisected his massive pecs and accentuated how far they stood out. I had always been attracted to pecs on guys and his were a fucking wet-dream to me. I stared at them. To the side, I could see his biceps straining inside his shirt. I realized with a start that his arms were thicker than my fucking legs. I took all this in in a moment. I was so gaga over him, my mouth must have slipped open in awe. After a few seconds, I looked up into his face. He was smiling, almost sneering. He knew. He fucking knew how he had affected me. And he fucking liked it. At that moment, he stood up. Holy fuck, he was a giant! Remember, I'm only five two and my boss Thor looked like he was seven feet tall. I later learned that that's exactly how tall he was. He looked like a fucking god and dammit that's not far from the truth. Shit, seven feet is almost two feet taller than me! His waist was at the same height as my fucking shoulders. And holy hell, I tried not to look at his groin. I bit my lip. I pressed the fingernail on my thumb into my second finger to make it hurt so it would distract me. I tried to breathe. But as if it was a fucking magnet my gaze went down to his groin. Well, I didn't have to look that far down given how tall he was. His crotch was about where chest was -- in other words, about six inches below my chin. His fucking cock was right in front of my goddam face. And it was sticking out from him. It looked like he had a grapefruit in there. He had suit pants on that draped and hugged his muscular thighs. His large cock must have been stuffed in something that shoved it forward. Fuck it, he probably wanted to stun people by making his crotch prominent, to make everyone stare at it. "Good morning son," he said, reaching out his huge hand. He was so big and tall that he easily reached over the desk to invite me to shake hands with him. I noticed that his hand was so big that both my hands would have fit inside his palm. He was so fucking tall that it felt like I was six years old and holding my dad's hand and looking up into his beautiful manly face. As I felt his hand engulf mine, my cock twitched. It got warm. It grew. It was speaking to me. It was trying to get my attention. "This is it," my cock said. "This is a real man. This is what you want. Do whatever he wants. You're Adam and he's fucking God. Worship him." I was trying to get my cock to settle down and be businesslike but it was as if my boss was a wizard and had put a spell on my dick. His hand was huge, it was strong, it was warm, it was sexy. I tried to smile but it must have come out as a grimace because I was so worked up. This guy was intimidating and he knew how he affected people. I could tell he knew how overwhelmed I was at his sheer physical presence. I couldn't tell whether he was trying to make me feel comfortable or if he was glorying in the way he was overwhelming me. It felt like a little of both. He was a muscular handsome hunk of a man. No he wasn't a man; I said it before -- he was a god. He was Thor. He knew what he was and how he affected people and he didn't mind their knowing it. "I didn't expect a boy," he said. "Kelly has always sent us girls." He was still holding my hand. He was looking directly into my eyes, not blinking. His mouth moved into a small smile. I felt his thumb -- God in heaven, it was as thick as three of my fingers -- touching the back of my hand. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, it began to move, so slightly I could barely feel it. Then a little bolder. His thumb was moving back and forth against my hand. He was caressing my hand, stroking it, as if... as if... God I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him stroking his giant cock. I couldn't...I groaned... In response he just smiled. He fucking knew what he was doing to me and he fucking knew how he was seducing me. Still holding my hand he moved around his desk. As he moved I looked again at his groin. It was right there for God's sake. His pouch was almost right in front of my eyes. And it stuck out. Far out. His cock and balls were right there in my fucking face... He was standing in front of me now. As if being released from a trance, I looked up into his face. Up. And up. And up. As I did so he released my hand and put his hands on his hips in that pose that Superman does. Fuck it, he was Superman. I realized he had spoken and I better answer. "Yes sir. I get that a lot. It's called Kelly Girl, right? So everyone expects girls. I'm the only boy working in the local office this summer. I... I mean, I... I hope it's OK... I mean that I'm a boy." I sputtered a little. I was fucking intimidated by this godlike giant of a man. But I went on. "I work hard and I type well and I can do numbers. I'm really careful and I hope... I hope... it's OK." I petered out, feeling like a blithering idiot. "No worries, son," he said, with his deep, resonant voice, in a bass so profound I felt as if the room was vibrating from his words. Or maybe that was my stomach... Or my cock... "I like working with girls. I find they... want to please me," he said in a way that made me wonder what exactly he meant. "It will be a change to be in charge of boy." He paused for a moment. "I assume that's OK with you, son? I mean, for me to be in charge of you?" What the fuck is he talking about? Of course he is in charge of me! He's the goddam boss. As I pondered his words he stepped closer to me. His cock was pushing out in his business pants, curving over what must be huge nuts. I could see it right there in front, curved toward me and then down around his baby makers. It had to be eight inches long even though it was soft. Before I knew it, he had placed his left hand on my right shoulder. He squeezed it. His right hand came to my face and was under my chin. He was forcing me to look up at him and away from his cock. "You're OK with me being in charge?" he asked again, softly, almost whispering. "Yes, sir," I said, trembling and in awe. Whatever he meant, whatever he was getting at, the answer was yes. Yes fuck it! Yes. Yes. Yes! He smiled, as if he had decided something, or as if he thought I had decided something and he was happy about it. His hand under my chin moved. His thumb was... it was... fuck me, he was caressing my lips with his monster thumb. Back and forth. Back and forth. "Yes," he said quietly, "I'm used to girls wanting to please me. And it looks like you're my girl for the day." I trembled, feeling his thumb on my lips, knowing his powerful cock was a foot away from me, looking up at those twin mountain pecs perched high above me, that magnificent muscular chest, and his manly chin, his thick daddy lips, his handsome nose, nostrils flaring. He looked like fucking Eric Christian Olsen, for God's sake, grown into a giant. He released me and walked to the door. I saw him flip a panel and saw a sign that said "do not disturb." He closed the door and locked it. Damn. Who puts a "do not disturb sign" on their office door? I know he's the boss but it's not like it's a hotel room or anything. It's not like... Fuck me with a stick, it was exactly like it was a hotel room! He wanted privacy. He wanted to be in charge. He wanted to be in charge of someone. He was used to girls who wanted to please him. And I was fucking there, and I was, God did he say I was his girl for the day? I was so powerfully attracted to him that my cock was fucking talking to me. "Here's where you'll be working," he said putting his hand on my shoulder and moving around to a small desk that formed an "L" with his giant executive desk. "Have a seat." I sat down in my chair and he moved to sit in his own giant chair. There was that tie again, neatly bisecting his twin pecs. I was licking my lips without thinking about it. As I watched him, he stretched, putting his arms in the air and then clenching them as if to make a bodybuilder pose and show his biceps. He was pretending to stretch but, holy fucking hell, he was doing a bodybuilder pose, showing those massive, massive biceps! And fucking holding his arms there for me to admire! Holy shit, his biceps are as big as my goddam thighs. If he doesn't stop this shit, I'm going to cum in my pants... This was so fucking weird and I was so fucking turned on that I had no idea what to do or what to think. I noticed my mouth had dropped open. I was practically drooling. "Sorry, son, just need to stretch." I was fucking staring at those beautiful enormous biceps. He held the position, watching me watching him. I stared. And stared. And stared. He fucking knew how he affected people. He knew how he was affecting me. He could see it. And was reveling in it. He knew he was a god and he was getting off on seeing me struck dumb with awe. I couldn't take it anymore. My fucking cock was jerking in my pants and it was so fucking hard that it hurt. If I didn't adjust myself right now I was going to break my fucking dick. I reached down and adjusted myself to let my hard cock go anywhere it wanted as long as I gave it enough room. He watched me adjust my cock. He smiled. I couldn't stand it any more. My cock was so fucking hard and I was so turned on that I thought I might cum in my pants right in front of him. "I...I'm sorry... sir, but... I ... could I just... I think I need a restroom." He smiled. Broadly. This had happened before. He was used to this. He stood up and nodded that I should as well and he lead me to a door at the side of his office, his executive bathroom. I gratefully entered and shut the door. There was a sink, a urinal, and an enclosed toilet. I hurried for the toilet, shut the door, unbuckled my belt, shoved down my pants and briefs, sat down and immediately started jacking off. And just then, I heard the door open. Thor had come into the bathroom where I was stroking my boy cock. I tried to stop. I tried to... but it was too late; I was too turned on; I couldn't help myself; I couldn't stop jerking my cock; I couldn't stop moaning. I just couldn't fucking stop it. And my boss was so fucking tall I could see him over the top of the stall. He was looking down at me, watching me jack off, smirking. That did it. Seeing him there looking at me smiling hit me like a brick wall and my cock shot out a spurt of cum so far it hit the stall door. I shot and shot and shot and shot, Thor looking at me the whole time. When it was over, I looked up at him, nervous as hell. Was he going to fire me? Was he going to tell Kelly Girl what I had done? Was he...? But he was smiling. He looked triumphant. I realized that he liked having this effect on people. It had happened before. It was... not unusual. "Feel better now, son?" he asked. "Ye..ye... yes," I sputtered. "Good. Come out when you can and we can get to work." And so I cleaned up, washed my hands and emerged into Thor's workroom where he gave me typing to do and where he endured my constant glancing over to him to look at his handsome face, his pecs, his bulging arms, and that enticing crotch. That's all that happened the first day except that he asked if I would come to work the next day which was a Sunday. The bank was closed on Sunday, he said but he needed help. I agreed. I came into the office at nine am as he had instructed me to do. He had said I could dress informally. I was wearing some blue jeans that showed off my bubble butt. My Dad was dropping me off at the bank. We waited in the car until Thor showed up. Oh you might want to know his real name; it was Johanssen, but I always thought of him as Thor... My Dad saw him get out of the car, saw how tall he was, and said "holy shit." My Dad didn't talk like that, not usually. But "holy shit" was an appropriate reaction to seeing a giant. My Dad got out of the car at the same time I did. Thor came toward us and he shook hands with my Dad. My head was reeling. It was Mr. Kim all over again. Wasn't it? Was he reassuring my Dad he would take good care of me when all the while he was planning on shoving his cock up my ass? Was he feeling triumph, thinking he was more of a man than my Dad could ever be? I followed Thor into the bank where he gave me work to do. After I had been typing for an hour, I looked over at him. He was doing the "stretch/make your biceps bulge" move again, and I couldn't stop looking at those massive arms. And then fuck me to hell and back, he relaxed and moved his right hand down to his crotch, letting it rest on both sides of his monster cock. His fingers were on both sides of it showing how thick it was and exactly where it was located in his pants. Holy fuck, his fingers were framing his large Thor dick there in his pants. I saw movement somewhere and realized he was moving his hand back and forth around his giant cock. I couldn't stop myself from looking down. His cock had gotten even bigger. It was like a baseball bat for God's sake. His thick muscular thighs were as big as my waist. One of his pecs was the size of both of mine. His cock was moving to the side. It was getting bigger. It needed room. It needed to grow. And he was stroking it like it was a pet that needed attention. Fuck me, he was fucking stroking himself right in front of me! I realized I was staring at his cock as it grew and grew and looked back up at him. "Kelly Girls usually want to please me," he said. "Do you want to please me?" I gulped. What was he asking? I said the only thing I could. "Yes, sir," I said. "That's why I'm here. I'm at your service." He smiled. "Can I confide in you?" he said, as if he was sharing a secret with me. "Ye- ye- yes," I said. "Of course... you can... trust me... sir," I ended almost pitifully weakly. "Come here son so I can talk to you." As if in a trance I stood up and walked toward him. I was standing up but he was so fucking tall I still had to look up to make eye contact. He reached out to me. He put his hands on my waist and, as if I weighed nothing, he picked me up and stood me between his giant legs, my face a foot from his. "See I'm a big man." His chest expanded and his arms went up again in a semi-Superman pose. "A real man." He looked at me. "Feel that muscle." As if in a trance my hand went up to touch his massive bicep. I touched it gently and then a little more firmly. "That's OK, son, I won't break. You can squeeze it harder." I raised my other hand and tried to encircle his bicep with my two hands, but I couldn't do it. His bicep was too big. "See," he said. "A real man...A man unlike any man girls have ever seen or had. It seems that the girls who meet me... well, they are a bit overwhelmed by me... by my body... my size...my..." he looked down at his cock, "my ...equipment.... " I gasped. Why is he telling me this? I couldn't stop myself from looking down at his cock again. He had fucking resumed stroking it inside his pants. "God gave me these arms, this body, this face, this...," he looked down at his cock, now semihard in his business pants, twitching, moving, pushing aside the fabric, "and... well... girls want me. Women want me. All of them. Young, old, married, single. It doesn't matter. And the thing is..." he put his arms down, reaching up with his right hand to gently caress my face, "well, I like to make people happy." His thumb was caressing my lips. "Life is short, right? And if you can make people happy, well, isn't that a good thing?" His hand moved behind my head and moved me closer to him, so close that he began to whisper into my ear. "I've fucked every woman in this bank. More than once. Even the ones who are married. They all want to know what it would be like to be fucked by a guy as big as me, by... well... by a real man... a man whose cock is twice as long as their husband's cock. A man with muscles like a god. A man with a face so handsome I could be in movies. They get wet just looking at me. I can see it. I can see them squirming. They are ready for me, ready for my cock. They want me. It takes very little, just a look, just a smile, just a gaze... for them to come to me as if in a trance and to spread their legs and beg me to fuck them. They want me. They want me bad. They want me more than they've ever wanted anything in their lives. They don't care about their boyfriends. They don't care about their husbands. When they see me, I am the whole world. I am all that matters. They are drawn to me, like moths to the flame. They hunger. They yearn. They tremble with need... And so..." his lips were touching my ear as he spoke these words, "and so, I give them what they want. I fuck their little cunts until they explode, until they climax -- until they feel pleasure like their husbands can never give them -- pleasure they've never gotten from a man in their lives." His tongue was in my ear. He was licking, licking. He was whispering. "I like fucking the girls who work for me. I like knowing that they go home to their husbands with my seed in them. I like knowing I've made some of them pregnant. I like knowing that when they're in bed at home, when their husbands are fucking them, that they are thinking about me, about my manhood, about my thick daddy cock piercing them, opening them up, fucking them, carrying them in my arms like babes being cradled by their papas... I like seeing them succumb. I like the feeling of conquest. I like imagining their husbands not knowing how I have fucked their little darlings senseless." His hands were cupping my ass. One hand... oh God, oh God, oh God... one hand was under my briefs, against my naked skin. "But it's not satisfying to fuck the women that I've fucked a dozen times already. I need... I want... I like to be wanted. I like the thrill of discovery, as girls realize, for the first time, what it means to see a man, like me, to want me like they've never wanted anyone ever, to abandon any thoughts of fidelity to their husbands. I like seeing girls be overwhelmed by me... I like seeing girls... good girls... hard-working girls... religious girls...married girls... I like seeing them realize that, even though they would never, ever, ever be unfaithful to their husbands, that one look at me, and their cunts get wet, their breathing quickens and they are in my spell, and even though they would never have thought they would, they spread their legs and beg me to fuck them." "That feeling," he said. "That feeling of power, of seeing girls surrender, give in, yield,... All because I am a god of a man. That's what Kelly Girl gives me. New chances to see how much I turn women on. New chances to see the power I have in my face, my arms, my body, my penis...New chances to see girls as they are drawn to my manhood, as they turn to butter, as they quiver with wanting me more than they've wanted a man in their entire lives, and knowing... knowing that if I fuck them, it will be one of the best moments of their fucking lives." His middle finger was now between my ass cheeks. "I like moving my hand between their legs, moving their little panties aside,..." His giant middle finger -- his "fuck you" finger, was touching... he was touching my... "... caressing their cunt, getting my big fingers wet, sliding... pushing...slipping my finger inside them..." Holy fuck, his finger was pressing into my asshole. He was... he was almost... oh God almighty... oh God! oh God! It was.. it was.. His huge finger was inside my asshole. "... getting them ready, so ready, as I approach their lips and kiss them, lick their lips, insert my tongue into their mouths,..." His lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. Oh God oh God oh God... I was sucking his tongue as he fucked my mouth. "...hearing them squeal, and moan, and surrender... hearing them hungry... thirsty... filled with longing... that only I can fulfill..." His tongue left my mouth and he sat back, removing his finger from my asshole which suddenly lonely. "Their eyes filled with longing... with lust...they want... they need me like they've never needed anything before." As I stood there he matter of factly undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and shoved them and my briefs down to my feet. He picked me up and sat me on his desk, quickly, methodically removing my shoes, my socks, my jeans, my shirt.... It was like time had stopped and I was hypnotized. It was a workday. I was here to type. I was a Kelly Girl. I was... Oh God in heaven, I was a Kelly Girl. I was here to serve. I was here to do what the boss wanted. I was... Or was it what I wanted? He said that everyone wanted him? Well wasn't I everyone? I wanted...I watched half in horror and half in longing... He was standing, He was undoing his belt. He was slipping his pants down, his briefs, his... holy mother of God, his cock was huge. It was pointed right at my face. It was... He was reaching forward behind me to open his desk drawer. My mouth was open. I couldn't help it... I... fuck it, his cock just slipped in... it just slipped... like it belonged there, like it was a sword and my mouth was the sheathe, I was... I was sucking his cock... I was sucking his baseball bat of a cock... He was squeezing something onto his hand. Something cool passed over my asshole. He was... he was... God almighty, he was lubing my asshole... he was... He withdrew his cock from my mouth. In front of my eyes, he was lubing his cock. Fuck me to hell, it was longer than my face... It was... He was sitting down now. He was... lifting me up... lifting me like I was a toy... "these girls, they can't help themselves... they see my cock, my huge, godlike cock, and... their legs widen..." My legs parted as he lifted me and brought me close to him, as he placed my asshole right at the tip of his god cock, as he... "... their eyes go back in their heads... and they beg... they fucking beg... me to I fuck them ... to penetrate them... to fill them up... right here in the boss's chair." I don't know if it was gravity or force or my own need but at the moment he lowered me onto his godlike cock and he split me open. The pain was tremendous but the lube on his cock made it impossible for me to stop the inevitable progress of his penis as it pushed farther and farther and farther up into my bowels, and ... holy hell, his cock was in me up to the hilt. He was kissing my cheek. He was licking... Oh God I was crying... the pain... it... fuck it hurt like hell. Why wasn't I screaming? Why wasn't I resisting? Why? Fuck, I fucking know why. I fucking wanted it. I wanted that god cock to split me open. I wanted to ... and oh man the pain began to lessen, I began to get used to his shotgun dick up my butt. He was licking my tears. He was moving me up, just a little, then down, then... oh God oh God... he was fucking me... "See, son... Kelly Girl... it gives me new girls to seduce... it lets me see them, uptight, virtuous, loyal to their husbands... and then how they are stunned... literally stunned... by me... by what I am... by who I am... and they fight it, they truly fight it but, in the end... well, in the end... they surrender... they yield... they give in... they submit..." And he stood up with me impaled on his cock and he began fucking me in earnest. Long strokes. Deep penetration. Powerful arms holding me up as he walked around his office, as he fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me, and... "See son... I like it when they submit, when they give in to their lust, to their need... I like to see how my giant body stuns people, how they see how much better I am than any man they've ever known..." He was fucking me like a jack hammer now but the guy would not stop talking. "I was looking for another girl and fuck it, they sent you. My girl for the day. And the thing is that... well the one thing I like better than seducing a married woman... is fucking her husband. Fucking her husband after he watched me seduce his wife and fuck her like he never can. Men who would never, ever, ever think they were queer... they see me... they see one glimpse of my height, my strength, my godlike body, and they... they want to see me fuck their wives, and they are so turned on by how manly I am -- how I am a fucking god -- well, son... men know how to spread their legs as wide as women do..." I was shivering now, twitching with lust, moaning at the feel of being fucked by this giant man, this god. I was about to cum... I was... "The truth is son," he said in my ear, "that I like seducing the men even more than the women. The women, well, it's no wonder they want me. But the men... the ones who would never think they'd ever submit to a man... who feel it would surrender their manhood, to see them give way... to see them spread their legs... to see the need they never thought they would have, to see the want, the yearning in their souls... to be taken... to be fucked... by a real man... by a god... by... My orgasm came so hard I thought I would faint. I shot. I shot. I shot. As I did, my asshole tightened on my boss's godlike cock. I shot again. My asshole tightened. I shot again. My ass grabbed his cock. I shot... I...He was trembling and holding me so tight I thought I would break. And there I it was, that warm, wet feeling deep in my body. He was cumming! He was shooting! We shot together. Again. Again. Again. Again. I petered out, my cum spent, but... not him... he kept shooting... and shooting... and shooting... and shooting... "Aaaaahhh..." he moaned in my ear. "That's my girl." I was exhausted. His hard cock was still piercing me. He was still standing up and I was still impaled on his baseball bat of a dick. My ass was full of Thor's sperm. It was full of Thor's cock. He moved me back to look at me. He was so tall, he had to lean over to get close to my face.. "It's harder to get men to submit than women. But when I saw you..." his lips were almost on mine as he spoke, "I knew... I just knew...that you weren't like other men. I knew you'd be ... well like the girls... just like the girls... I knew you wanted me. I knew you'd spread your legs. I saw you trembling, yearning, hungry. I watched you run to the john to stroke your little cock. I knew you wanted me. I knew what you wanted. And I like to make people happy. I like to give people what they want." He moved his head back to look me in the eyes as he stood in his office with me impaled on his godlike cock. "I really didn't have any work for you to do today. Well, not typing. I have some reports I have to get done and since it's Sunday I like having a girl impaled on my cock while I work and eat lunch. My cock can stay hard as long as I want. It's where it belongs and it's where it will stay. You can take a nap if you want or you can... well do as nature takes you. But that is your work for today. To sit on my goddam dick so I can fuck you whenever I want. Oh we will be done at some point. The work is only temporary. But I'm paying for today and your ass belongs to me." And he was right. My ass was where it needed to be, and so was Thor's cock. All fucking day. 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