Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 15:22:14 -0400 From: Jorge Grossão Subject: athletics/grossao/grossao-on-wall-street GROSSAO ON WALL STREET by Grossao I fuck a guy that the papers describe as "a high-ranking official" at the US Treasury. He asks me to see him in his office. "Hey stud, how's my favorite fucker doing? Give it to me. Omigod it's been so long I almost forgot how fucking huge he is. Shove it in, I have just a 5-min break before the next meeting. Fuck yeah! I love the jolt that only Grossao gives me, thickest, biggest cock I've ever had. Now fuck that cunt, I haven't had any since I took this fucking job, it's killing me. And I have no deputies, no assistants, no one wants to work for me. Look, Grossao, I need you to do me a favor". "God you're tight, so good. Tell me what you need, baby, you know I'll do anything for you". "I want you to go to Wall Street to complement the stress test that we did on the banks. It's simple. You just meet each bank executive and fuck the shit out of him, until he spells the beans and tells you what he's been hiding from us. I checked with Justice, it's clean, totally legal under the Geneva Conventions". "OK, I'll do that for you. And you know, I have a weak spot for bankers". "I know, my dear Grossao, I was one when I first met you in that sex club in Manhattan and you turned me into a real bitch, the slut for big black dicks that I have become. Yes, fuck my tight little ass, this is so much better than being screwed at the confirmation hearings. I'm cumming stud, come on, cum with your slut". I fill him with a huge load and leave. To reduce Grossao's carbon cockprint I take the Acella to New York and go meet one of the top brasses in the financial sector. "Hello, young man, it's such a pleasure to meet you. Treasury asked me to receive you in private. But I thought that the stress test was done and that our bank passed with flying colors. What brings you here?" "Don't worry Mr. Mc..." "Sherman". "Grossao here, a Brazilian nickname, means huge and thick". "I see..." "Well, Sherman, it's just some complementary stuff, I was asked to check on some... personal things that might have escaped the stress test". "Such as?" "Well, for instance, you have charged 8 million for a... what is this word... a "camode"? "A commode, it's a French word. Also called a "chaise percée". It's an antique cabinet hiding a chamber pot. Very practical to have in the office. It actually belonged to Marie Antoinette, it's a museum piece, the Louvre wanted it but our bid was higher". "Mmm, Marie Antoinette. She didn't end so well, did she? At that time their stress test was a little harsher. Can I see the precious commode?" "Of course, it's in that corner, let me show you. It opens like this at the press of a button, so ingenious, and there it is, a huge chamber pot. Gorgeous, isn't it?" "Yes, and of course for such a glorious chamber pot only a majestic derriere would do. Do you actually use it, Sherman?" "Yeah, all the time, let me show you". The banker is in his early forties, tall, athletic, I know from his CV that he was a QB in college. He still plays lacrosse, squash, and is a serious swimmer. When he drops his pants and boxer I whistle. What a majestic derriere, indeed. A big, round, smooth, full muscular ass, fit for a king. "Of course I'm not doing the next step, but you get the idea, right? Right? Hello! Are you OK? Suddenly you seem so lost..." "Sorry, I was lost in contemplation of your derriere, it's really awesome". "Thanks, I work out a lot, as you can see. Do you want to try the commode?" He's dying to see my dick. I drop my pants - I have no underwear on - and Grossao jumps out in all his glory, staring at the handsome banker with the single eye at the tip of the huge head. "Omigod, who's that?" "This is Grossao. And he seems to like you a lot". "Is it because I have my pants down?" "Yes, he's a great admirer of male butts and yours is in the category You Can't Leave That for Later, Fuck Him Now". "Thanks again, that's very flattering, but I'm afraid I'm not gay. I've never had sex with a man and do not intend to". "That's not what your hard cock is saying. And your asshole too, I can see it blinking furiously at Grossao". "Well sir, I'm afraid this interview is over. You will excuse me, I have other affairs to attend to". I twist his arm back, he's big and strong but I'm much bigger, he's no match for Grossao. I press my cock against his buttocks while he whimpers, struggling in vain to free himself. "Over, my ass. This interview is just beginning and the best part comes now. I'm gonna shove Grossao up your ass and then we'll talk". "No please, have mercy, I'm a virgin. It's my worst nightmare, that they will throw me in jail because of all this nonsense and I'll be raped by a bunch of black thugs with huge cocks". "The way you say it, you make it sound more like your wildest dream. Bend over. Open your buns with your other hand. Good. I'm going to screw you with no lube or spit. Dry fuck." "Why?" "Stress test". I shove it in and the gorgeous banker screams and squeals like a pig. His secretaries outside can't come to his rescue, Treasury sent a team of agents to keep them quiet. "Please, be gentle. It hurts so bad. You're too big. I'm a virgin". "Virgin my ass, Grossao knows a well fucked cunt when he fucks one and you're a slut". "It was just once. I mean, just one guy. My coach in college. He was a big black guy like you, huge dick. He forced me, I couldn't resist, he had me but he was the only one". "For how long?" "The first four years and then I came back for my masters and PhD. A total of 10 years". "So you take a big black dick up the ass for 10 years and tell me you're a virgin". "I misspoke. I meant spiritually, a virgin. I never saw myself as being gay. I was just helping the coach out". "You're a liar Sherman and you know how I treat liars? Like this. And like that. Take this. You like it rough, bitch?" "Ayee, that hurt. I'm sorry that I lied to you, Grossao. Yes, punish me, I deserve it. Give me that big fucker. Yes!" "This is a stress test, bitch, you're not supposed to enjoy it. I'm gonna make it real rough for you. And stop lying to me. What else are you hiding? Spill it out. I'm shoving my fist alongside Grossao, how's that?" "No! That hurts so bad, please stop, I'll tell you everything. What do you want to know?" "Where are the toxic assets? Where are you hiding them?" "I can't tell you, the board would kill me, please". "Do you want another fist? Is one not enough?" "No, no! I'll tell you. The toxic assets... they're hidden... in my ass". "What? Are you kidding me? If you're lying again I'll turn your cunt inside out and you'll never be able to take it up the ass like you love, nor to sit on your commode, you bitch". "No, I'm serious, all the records on the toxic assets, 10 trillion dollars worth, were microfilmed and through nanotechnology imprinted on a chip that was implanted deep in my ass where no one can reach". "You guys are fucking crazy! Where is it? Grossao can reach it, you'll see. I'll fuck that shit out of you". "Yes, my big black stud, fuck my slutty ass. I don't think you're big enough to reach the chip but you surely can try". "I'll reach with my arm. There, I have half my forearm in you". "It can't go any further, your arm is too thick, even for my cunt". "Damn. I have an idea. Stick your head in the chamber pot. Yeah. Hold your legs and ass up, I'm going to jump on you". I hop up and down mounting the hunky banker and each time I go down I shove Grossao deeper in his ass. Finally I feel something hard hitting the tip of Grossao's head. "No! You can't dislodge the chip from me! If the bank's secrets come out in the open it's the end of this company! Stop, please!" I kick the chip free with my dick head and then I start to cum, flooding the banker's gut. I make him cum with me and then I pull out. The involuntary movement in his male cunt caused by the wild orgasm I gave him cause my cum to shoot out of the fuck hole like a fountain, way up. I see the golden chip floating at the top of the liquid column of my boiling semen, grab it, pull my pants up and run. "Wait Grossao, don't leave me like this, I feel so empty". I tell the five black marshals from the Treasury who are waiting outside to go in and give the banker a hand, I mean, a cock, five cocks. From the elevator I hear his shouts of triumph, he never got so many in one serving. I fly back to DC (fuck my carbon cockprint) rush to Treasury and hand my fuckbuddy, the high-ranking official, the chip that will bring own a venerable American bank, but at least may begin to clean up the system. "Oh Grossao, you're the best. I knew you would get it. Now why don't we continue what we started this morning? Shove it back in". I tell my friend to stand on his arms and raise his butt, I want to fuck him like I did the banker, I enjoy that position, it gives Grossao a much deeper penetration. I get carried over and dunk it real hard. I hit something inside. Oh no, not that again. "Stop Grossao, you can't touch that. It's the chip that controls the global economy, gazillions of dollars in transactions all over the world. It has been miniaturized through nanotechnology and hidden deep in my ass, from where the whole system is run. If you break that, we're fucked". "You motherfucker, I don't care, I'm just going to fuck you real hard". I start to cum and the jizz wipes the chip from its mooring, it's washed out with my cumload when the high Treasury official goes into a wild orgasm and expels the whole thing from his pussy. I look to the TV monitors in the room and see all hell breaking loose. The Dow falls 2 thousand points. The S&P is wiped out. People are jumping out the windows. Maria Bartiromo reveals she's actually a man in drag. Mobs ravage the world's main cities. "Grossao, what have you done! You killed Wall Street!" "Well, at least I had a great fuck and shot a huge cum load".