Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 13:07:05 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Business Ballin'

Sex is consentual and male-to-male so if this isn't what you want, leave
now!! If you like it, I'll accept your compliments.  If not, let me know why
and I'll see what I can do! Thanks much for reading - and PLAY SAFE - life
isn't fiction!


                Mondays aren't a favorite for many people and I have to say
I'm no exception.  This particular Monday, I got up at around 4:30 in the
morning and went for my morning run before coming back home for a light
breakfast and a shower.  By 6:00, I was on the way to my job, dressed in a
nice black suit, white shirt and pink silk tie.  When I arrived at my
office, I went through the morning mail and threw away more than I kept.
Turning my chair to face the window, I saw my reflection in the glass and
smiled.  Brown hair, brown eyes, dark complexion thanks to my mother and a
full goatee and mustache made me pretty attractive, I supposed.  As an
African American in a big city, I always thought I just blended in with all
the others.
	"Uh, David?"
	I turned to see my secretary's head through the crack in the door.  I
smiled and stood.  It was only polite, after all.
	"Mr. Holt would like to see you in his office."
	"Thanks, Adam." I said, gathering the monthly deposition reports and other
random things and headed out the door.  "No calls for the day. I'm going to
be working in the office today and really don't want to be disturbed." I
instructed before continuing down the hall.
	Mr. Holt sat in his large wingback chair, his sleeves rolled to the
forearms, this tie straight and knotted tightly at the throat.  He looked up
as I came inside and he motioned me toward the chair in front of his desk.
I sat down and he looked up at me, green eyes flashing.  I didn't think I
knew what this was about but I didn't look away when he met me with those
eyes.  He was clean-shaven with longish sideburns and close-cut, dark hair
and quite the looker in the office.
	"Good that you're on time this morning." He said to me, leaning back in his
chair.  "You're going to have to stay late this afternoon.  I'm going to
need some help with some of the issues that have come up over the weekend."
	"Shouldn't be a problem." I said, wondering what sort of `issues' could
have come up since we weren't swamped with clients at the moment. "Do you
want to go over any of them with me?"
	He stood and went to the window.
	"I think that would be good but I am concerned. Your work is slipping,
David.  Your attention to detail is suffering."
	I didn't know what to say to this.  This was the first time I could
remember when he'd critiqued my work badly.  I decided to just wait and see
where he might be going with this.  He stood, still looking out at the view
of the city, hands in his pockets and his head held high.  Talking about
instances where I'd "slipped", he turned finally to face me and when he had
finished, I couldn't think of anything to say to him.
	"Nothing to say?" He asked, taking a step toward me.  "No way to explain
these lapses in performance, David?" He continued, standing now in front of
the desk and leaning back on it.  "I would have expected more after all the
time you've worked here."
	I still had nothing to say.  I didn't know what TO say.
	"Maybe you can make it up to me and the company." He said to me, pushing
the nameplate and pencil holder back from the edge.  "I think that everyone
needs to make restorative gestures when they've screwed up, don't you?"
	I nodded as he went to the door and locked it.  As he was coming back to
the desk, I felt something creep over me.  Mr. Holt reached his desk and
moved his papers to the side, clearing a pretty wide space on the top.
Watching all of this, I still said nothing but simply watched.
	"Why don't you take your shoes, socks and pants off, David." He said to me,
leaning against the corner of his desk.
	"What?" I asked, not sure if I'd heard him correctly.
	"It's time you made some restitution for your negligence, don't you think?"
Came the clarification as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.  "And
I have a few ideas on how that can be accomplished without too much fuss and
muss but you're going to have to cooperate with me, here."
	This was too much.
	"Now, if you wouldn't mind, remove your shoes, socks and pants.  You can
lay your pants across the back of that chair."
	He wasn't kidding.  The way he looked at me, the way he stood and the lack
of a smirk on his handsome face were all signs that he wasn't kidding in any
way.  I laid my papers and files on the floor beside my chair and brought my
left leg across my right one to untie my shoes.  His eyes were on me the
entire time, watching as I removed my socks and stood, reaching for my belt.
	"You're sure the pants too?" I asked and he nodded.
	I unbuckled my belt and unhooked the front of my pants.  I slipped them
over my legs and lay them across the back of the chair as he'd said.  There
was quite a draft, as I never wore underwear under any of my pants. Standing
there, I didn't really know what to do or even what to say.  Meeting Mr.
Holt's eyes, I noticed that he was looking into my own and not at my
semi-nude appearance.  Letting his hands slip to his sides, he moved around
the desk and I watched him remove his belt.
	"Now, climb up onto the desk.  All fours will be fine." Looping his belt in
his hand, he nodded toward the cleared space.  "Make sure you have plenty of
room for your knees, don't let them get near the edge."
	I decided I would play this little game.  I was sure he was going to use
the belt on my naked ass and thought that as long as the door was closed and
locked that it wouldn't be too big a deal to indulge the boss in his kinky
whipping fantasy.  Lifting myself up and onto the desk, I stood on my knees
for a moment to make sure I wasn't close to the edge.  I leaned forward,
palms on the blotter.  It was a wide desk, much more so from this angle.
	"Now, lean down onto your elbows, extending your wrists for me, pressing
them together, please."
	I did as he asked not so sure where this was going.
	Stepping up to me, he looped the belt in his hands and slipped it over my
wrists, knotting the weave of the belt when he'd pulled it tight.  I looked
up at him and he said nothing.  He was sure that this would hold me and as I
pulled a bit, I was sure of the same thing.  Still, I said nothing to him as
he looked down at me for a moment before going around to where my feet were
sticking out over the edge of the desk.
	"You have a beautiful ass, David." He said to me, pushing my jacket and
shirt up over my now-exposed backside.  "So firm and tender all at the same
time."
	Okay ^Ö so maybe he was going to use his hand.
	"I love to watch your ass as you walk down the hallways here." He told me
as his hands ran over my exposed skin.  "It's so dark and rich, now that I
can see it in the flesh.  Your skin is like rich, imported coffee.
Deliciously brown and smooth."
	I was getting turned on but I wasn't sure if it was the smooth roaming of
his hands or the words he was saying as he did it.  Either way, my black
cock was thickening and I felt the tell-tale swelling of my head and knew if
he kept this up, pre-cum would be on its way and in large amounts.
	"Do you ever get compliments on your ass, David?"
	"Sometimes, sir." I answered, honestly.
	"It's a beauty." He said.
	My boss parted my asscheeks, then.  One hand on each of them, he drew them
apart and I felt a tightening with the exposure. My hole just clenched
tighter because I didn't know what he was going to do and it was hard to
relax and enjoy this with my office full of coworkers just beyond that door.
  Maybe this was all fun for him but I wondered what would happen if we were
discovered like this.
	His hands left me for a moment and I heard the muffled sound of the chair
being moved.  Then, the hands were back and this time, they were kneading
me, taking handfuls of my ass and working it like dough.  This rough
treatment hit me where I lived and my cock sprung to life, bouncing against
my stomach and slapping the desk with a little "thunk".  Sure enough, it
left silver streaks on the wood and on my stomach.  I was oozing like a
fucking faucet!
	"I wonder what you taste like, David." Mr. Holt said as his fingers inched
toward my hole.  "I wonder if it's expensive dark chocolate from Germany or
sweet coffee from Columbia."
	His mouth was on me, then.  First, tight lips were fastened onto my
asshole, then a thick wedge of his tongue was opening my ring and shoving
itself into me.  I squirmed back on it, loving the moist, probing thing as
it snaked up into me. My dick jumped again when his hands clamped onto me
and started twisting.
	"Fuck^Å" I said in a deep whisper when his mouth started sucking, pulling my
tender flesh out and chewing on it a bit.  "^Åoh, fuck."
	His mouth disappeared and I felt the probing of his finger. Probably his
index finger, from the feel of his others against me, if I had to guess.
Whatever it was, he was pushing slowly and stirring around.  I pushed back
on his finger and his other hand took hold of my ass again, hard.
	"This isn't about what you want, David." He said, firmly.  "It's about what
I want." He said, this time smacking my ass with the hand that held it.
"Now you stay still and let me play. And when it's time for the hard stuff,
you don't make a sound. Understand?"
	"Fuck, yeah^Å" I moaned, letting my head rest on the desk.
	I felt his finger probing and eventually grazed my prostrate.  I jumped and
my dick did, as well. Again, I oozed out precum onto his desk as he fingered
me deeper and deeper.  Another finger slipped into me, then and I moaned
again. This was met with another sound slap to my ass and I squirmed again.
This fucker knew what I liked now and I think he was doing it on purpose.
He slapped my ass again and I squirmed again, his fingers jiggling in me to
cause me to squirm a bit more.
	"You like this don't you?" He said in a soft voice.  "You like having your
hole worked over and your ass spanked don't you, David?"
	"Yeah." I said with a deep moan.
	"Yes, what?" He responded, taking hold of my ass again.
	"Sir. Yes, sir!" I barked, raising my head.  He wasn't playing this time.
He was seriously into hurting me but I liked it.  Damn me for a freak but I
liked what he was doing to my tender asscheeks.
	"Of course you do." He said and his fingers went a bit farther.  I felt the
warmth of something wet and knew he'd spit on my hole.  Stirring it around,
he added another finger into me.  "Tell me, David, how long have you been a
pain freak?"
	"Years." I said simply.
	"I see." He said, his voice deep. "We'll see what we can't do for you."
	"Sir, what about the others in the office?" I asked in a low tone.
	"My office is sound-proof.  In fact, many offices here are sound-proof.
Attorney-client privilege and all that.  We did that when we took over the
offices.  That being said, I don't like screaming so you're going to keep it
down."
	His hand worked me over, smacking my ass over and again until I was
squirming around on the desk like I was being scalded. It was almost the
same thing as my skin heated up with the onslaught of his hand. I couldn't
help but moan with the pleasure this was causing me.
	The slice of tongue I'd felt earlier was back, alongside his fingers and I
had to bite into the belt around my wrists to keep from moaning loud and
long.  I did spread my legs wider for his mouth and three fingers and was
glad he'd had me take off my pants.  As his tongue and fingers worked into
me, his other hand snaked through my legs and began to tug on my firm, full
balls.
	As he pulled on me, pushed into me and generally made me want to scream
aloud, I was really getting into what was going on when a knock at his door
jarred me right out of it all and I almost screamed from fright.
	"Mr. Holt, you have a client here."  Came the resonating voice of his
secretary through the door.  "Shall I have them wait?"
	"Yes, Miss Spring. David and I aren't finished yet!" He said back, his
voice solid and firm.  "No more interruptions, Miss Spring."
	Without missing a beat, he returned his face to my ass, his fingers having
never left.  With renewed abandon, he began rimming me again, his tongue
smooth and stabbing beautifully into me.  I struggled to get my legs even
further apart so that he could get in deeper.
	"Beautiful, David, beautiful." He moaned as his mouth took in air.  "Push
that hole out for me, relax it good."
	I tried to do as he said when he returned his mouth to my hole, his hand
stroking my cock and using my own precum as lube.  His three fingers became
four and I had to momentarily wince at the new intrusion.  It's just like a
slightly larger cock, I told myself, trying to relax.  The sensation was
like little else and I was sure he was trying to get his whole hand up my
ass.  I wasn't much for fisting and I wasn't sure I wanted my first time
with it to be on my boss' desktop.
	"Now, we get to the real thing, David, my boy." Mr. Holt said with a rasp
to his voice as he withdrew his mouth and fingers, ever so slowly.  "Just
stay where you are, like you are and I promise something magical. That sweet
brown ass is going to scream with the magic I'm going to give it."
	From behind me, I heard the metallic rasp of zipper and the rustle of pants
mingled with the jingle of a belt buckle.  It was all a sweet symphony to me
because I knew that cock was next and as it slid alongside my crack, I knew
I was right on the money!  This was going to be fucking awesome, I thought
as I grabbed the desk edge with my bound wrists.
	"Tell me you want this, David." Mr. Holt said as his truncheon slid along
my crack, teasing me more than his fingers did.  "Say that your ass is
hungry for my cock."
	"It is, sir." I said in a hushed tone.  "My ass is hungry for your cock,
sir."
	"I'm going to put this into your dark hole," He said, again, his cock doing
more of the talking than he was.  "And then, I'm going to fuck you.  I'm
going to fuck that stupidity right out of you so that next time you get up
in front of a divorce judge, you will win more than what you have for your
client."
	"Yes, sir^Åplease, sir^Åfuck me." I said to him, practically pleading in my
hushed tone.  "I'm sorry to have lost, sir."
	"You're about to be a lot sorrier."
	The head went in without further discussion and I tensed a bit.
	"It's only going to hurt if you tense." Mr. Holt said to me as he gripped
my asscheeks in both hands.  "Relax. It will feel much better if you relax."
	I tried but as he pushed into me, I couldn't.  His cock slid into me and I
felt the tingle of pain shooting through me.  This was going to hurt.  There
was no lube but his spit and my precum, that he wiped along my hole now,
getting it right from the source as his fingers milked it from my cock-head.
  I moaned at the sensation and winced at the other.  It was a devilish
brand of pleasure/pain.
	"I want you to talk to me, David." Mr. Holt said, still squeezing my
asscheek, now with two hands.  "I want you to tell me how glorious it is
that I'm fucking your sweet, dark hole. I want you to make me believe that
I'm the best fuck you've ever had in your entire life.  Make me believe that
you want more than I'm able to give you."
	"Oh, yeah^Å" I began, thinking of the words, instantly.  "Your sweet,
milk-rod is the best in the office, sir.  It stirs my pink hole into shades
of ecstasy and makes me never want you to take it out."
	His cock buried itself in my hole and my scream of pain poured out as a
moan of deepest pleasure.  That took some control.  When his pubic bush was
scraping my used ass, I heard him release a breath and I shivered.
	"Yes^Åto be so full of you is pleasure beyond words.  Now, do me the honor
of fucking my unworthy hole and slapping my sorry ass so hard I won't sit
the rest of the week without thinking of this moment."
	"Your persuasive skills are improving, David."
	I felt his spit on his shaft as he removed all but the head.  It would help
but only marginally.  The second entry was much easier, as was the third
because each was accompanied by more spit.  When he had the right amount, I
felt the weight of his body over mine and was assaulted with the deep
spiciness of his cologne as it washed over me.  My tie was tighter around my
neck, my shirt straining and my wrists bound tighter with his covering me
this way.  I felt his hot breath on my ear as his teeth bit into it,
playfully.
	"Tell me you love that cock.  Tell me you never want me to stop fucking you
with it. Say it to me like you mean it, David." He half-moaned in my ear as
his hips bucked against me, sending his staff deeper into me.
	"Mr. Holt, please fuck me harder. Push that sweet pole deeper into my ass.
I want to taste your precum while you're fucking it into me.  Please don't
stop fucking until you just can't hold yourself up to do it.  Please fuck
that sweet hole with your nice, hard cock!" I said, holding the edge of the
desk.
	"You want it harder, do you?"
	"God, yes." I lied.  The pain was getting to me a bit, the positioning
uncomfortable and the lack of lube starting to sink in.  "I want it harder,
sir."
	His right hand reached around me and opened the desk drawer to extract a
small bottle.  Thank god it was lube!  I felt the cold stuff on my hole and
the tightness caused by his cock lessened.  As he smeared the sweet stuff
into me, the burning subsided a bit and I relaxed some.  His hips never
stopped moving, however, and I realized he was pumping the stuff into me.
It was marvelous!
	"Yes, Mr. Holt. Do it to me good and hard, now. Fuck that ass^Åown it." I
moaned in earnest.  "Own that ass and use it good."
	His hips swiveled slightly and I heard his shoe on the desk.  I felt the
weight of his body shift and the tight clamp of his left hand on my left
shoulder.  He was preparing for an assault.  His right hand took hold of my
ass and I felt the pain in earnest.  His cock throbbed a bit and I felt it
open me up.  Slowly, he pushed himself into me and as it filled me, I knew
this was the last gentle thing he would do.  I knew that he meant to use me
good and proper.
	The first drive of his dick almost drove me through the desk.  My insides
were churned with the second and third and by the time he began his rhythm,
I was being jarred all over his blotter.  My cock was leaking silvery-clear
precum all over his shiny desk and I was moaning like a bitch!  I couldn't
help it ^Ö his prick was pounding into me like a jackhammer on high and he
wasn't stopping until he filled me with his fuck-cream!  He sounded like a
wolf, panting and actually growling as he furiously fucked my ass.
	"Tell me you like it, you slick-mouthed mother-fucker! Tell me you like
this prick-pounding your ass is getting!" He sneered at me, his voice low,
raspy and dangerously sexy.  "Say it, damn you!"
	"Yes!" I said through the moan.  "I like it^Åfuck me harder, you big-dicked
bastard! Fuck that ass hard, fast and rough! Fuck me raw with it ^Ö do me
good on your desk, right now! Screw me into the motherfucking floor, you
fuck! Do it!"
	That seemed to fuel something in him.  His body slid down onto me and he
took hold of my chin, bringing my head up.  His mouth closed over mine and
his tongue forced its way into my mouth, raping it the same way he was
raping my black ass!  I swallowed, his tongue moving like an anaconda in my
mouth!  His other hand released my ass and slid up along my body to take
hold of my right nipple and pull ^Ö hard!  The fucker was brutalizing every
part of my body he could get himself attached to!
	My ass ached as his prick pounded me.
	My nipple shot with a pain that melted slowly into a rich pleasure!
	My own cock was smearing around in a pool of passion, ready to explode
right there on the desk if this kept up!  I was liking this a lot more than
I thought I was going to when it all started.
	"Do me, sir!" I kept on.
	"I'm close you bastard!" He snarled in my ear, his hand on my throat, now.
"I'm so fucking close, I can feel the cum heating up my shaft! I'm so
fucking close to filling your sweet black ass with my hot cream!"
	"Do it, sir^Åfill me up! Cum in that hole and make both of us happy!"
	He grunted again as his leg slid down alongside me and he took hold of my
shoulder for leverage.  Both of his hairy legs scraped my sides as he fucked
me.  It was a delicious feeling! He moaned and spat obscenities, fucked and
bit me, holding onto me as he pounded me good!  I moaned back as I felt the
waves of sensation that crashed against me in pleasurable waves.  Goddamn ^Ö
if he didn't cum soon, I was going to die with want for it!
	"Please sir^Åcum in me! Please cum in me, sir^Å"I said, almost chanting.
	"Yeah^Åyeaaaah^Åoh, muuuther-fuuuucker, here it is, boy!" He said, his voice
not any higher than it was before but deeper.  "I'm fucking cumming up your
shit-chute, you fucking pig-whore! I'm filling you up with real man-cum!
Take it all, you bastard!"
	"Yeah^Å" I moaned as I felt every last spurt of his stuff firing off inside
of me.  "Oh, goddamn, that feels good, sir! Keep it up, I want more."
	He pulled out of me after a while and before I really knew what he was
doing, I felt his still-hard rod against the side of my face and his hand
running along my cheek.  He was jerking himself off ^Ö and was still
vein-hard and pulsing! FUCK!  I leaned my head back as best I could as I
looked into his face.  He was more handsome than ever, his face locked in
fierce determination and lust.  His teeth were set in his task and he was
concentrating on his prick, jerking it long and quickly.
	"Open!" He said to me, taking a stroke to slap me with his prick.  "Open
your fucking mouth!"
	I did what he said and no sooner had I done it than he spewed yet another
load onto my face and tongue!  He roared at me, his voice going deeper, not
louder. I felt the second splash of cum on my face and tongue and he took in
a deep breath!
	"Not a drop, fuck-face! Don't you waste a fucking drop of my cum! Swallow
all of it, you mother-fucker!"
	Again, I did what he said, swallowing as quickly as it was fired into my
mouth!  I wasn't letting any of it get away, and I was eagerly trying to
take what was splashed onto my face with mad swipes of my tongue across my
lips.  Another, less forceful volley landed on my cheek and it was fed to me
with his fingers.
	"Eat that man-cum, boy!" He said to me, his face determined.  "Swallow it!"
	When I had done as he had said and his prick was drained, he released it
and let himself fall back into his chair, a look of sheer exhaustion on his
face and in his posture.  After a long moment or two, when he had found his
voice, he told me I had apologized sufficiently and bent forward to untie my
wrists.  I pushed up off the desk and when I stood on the floor, I watched
his flexing ass be covered by the dark blue material of his suit pants.  The
familiar jingle of his belt-buckle accenting the whole thing, nicely.
	He looked at me and the desk and told me to clean it up as he walked over.
I didn't see any tissue around and I looked at him wonderingly.
	"You have a tongue, don't you?" he asked, scooping his own fingers through
the stuff and tasting it.  "It's not bad, you know."
	I slid my tongue along the wood and tasted the creamy saltiness of my cum.
He was right, it wasn't bad.  I happily cleaned the small pool of stuff up
and when it was gone, Mr. Holt took a cleaning wipe from a drawer and wiped
the place where my cum had been, cleaning my spit from his desk.
	"Get dressed." He told me and I reached for my clothes.
	When I had dressed, I gathered my papers from the floor and put them on his
desk.  He didn't look at me but rather, sat down in his chair and adjusted
the sleeves on his own shirt and the tie at his throat.  Absently, he shoved
a few fingers into his hair and smoothed it out, no doubt for whatever
clients Miss Spring had told him were waiting for him in the other office.
	"Well, what are you waiting for?" He said, finally looking up at me as he
sat, groomed again, in his chair.  "Do I have to give you an invitation?"
	"No," I said to him and straddled him.
	Sweetly, I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his.  His hands
came round me and held me to him as our kiss deepened and I felt his tongue
grazing mine, then rubbing against mine, then his lips sucking on it,
gently.  Our lips rubbed against one another gently and then, he was sucking
my bottom lip, playfully.
	"Are you alright?" He asked as I stood.  "Did I hurt you?"
	"Not any more than usual." I said to him, going to the door.  "Thanks for
getting my Monday off to a better start than most, dad."
	"Think nothing of it, son.  Nice to know your old man is still good for
something, huh?" He said with a smile and a nod.  "Now, get back to work."
	"Yes, sir." I told him as I headed out the door.
	"Oh, Mr. Holt," Miss Spring called to me as I closed the door behind me.
"Is your father available for a client?"
	"He will be in a few minutes." I told her, looking passed her at the young,
attractive man on the small sofa.  "Perhaps I could be of some assistance
until he's free."
	"It's a divorce case, sir.  Poor man's wife left him all alone with two
kids."  She said, that motherly tone in her voice.
	"I'll certainly see if there's some way I might cheer him up." I said,
making a path toward the man and mentally thanking my father for making this
Monday one I wouldn't be forgetting in the near future.

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