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What a miserable three hours. I looked up at the clock over the conference room, long hand slowly making its way towards the twelve, short hand almost exactly over the eleven. I had barely slid into my seat at the conference table before the eight o'clock start time, and the last three hours had been excruciating. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my cargo pants, though I'd managed to angle it upwards as to not be too noticeable, and my ass cheeks were clenched together in a vice grip. I needed that big hand to hit twelve so I could get out of this meeting and get to the bathroom. But not for the reason you think.

My morning had started like usual, with my alarm going off around 6:00. I got up, took my jog, and took a nice long shower before getting dressed for work. It wasn't until I was in my car that my cell phone went off, the ping and jingle of a text message. I fished my phone out of my pocket flipped it open to see just the numbers 7 and 17 staring at me and nothing more.

"Fuck"

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 6:50, and did the math in my head. After a moment I decided I could make it by 7:00, and I quickly swung my car into the left lane and made a turn, heading off away from my office. With one hand on the wheel I dug down into the backpack I carry into work every day, and pulled out a small tube of lube tucked way at the bottom. I smeared a tooth-paste sized glob onto my index finger, and stuffed my hand down the waist of my pants between my legs, scanning the traffic around me to make sure nobody could see.

The streets were starting to fill with people heading to work when I pulled up in front of the EconoLodge Hotel just a few minutes after 7:00. I locked my car and walked over to room 17. The door wasn't locked when I tried the knob, and I opened it and stepped inside.

The curtains were closed, blocking out the morning sun except for a bare sliver around the edges of the window. This and a thin spill of light from beneath the bathroom door were the only illumination in the cheap room. As I closed the door behind me, I could hear the sound of a toilet flushing, and the bathroom door opened and Mark stepped out into the room.

He didn't say anything as he crossed the space to me. He just gave me a crooked smile, and pushed me forcefully across the length of the room's cheap dresser, one big hand on my shoulder, the other tugging down my cargo pants and boxers in one smooth motion. I heard the familiar zip of his pants, and I felt the hot slap of his cock against my bare ass and his breath on my neck as he leaned over me. I braced myself, gripping the dresser tightly.

"Are you ready for this" he whispered, nosing his thick tool into the cleft of my ass with his hand, sliding it up and down, covering the head in the lube I had fingered into place earlier. I didn't respond, and he wasn't waiting for one. The swollen knob of his prick bumped against my hole and slowly but steadily he pushed forward. For a second or two I felt the pressure on my anus, and then my hole opened up as he slid smoothly inside.

I sucked in sharply, not so much from pain, but from surprise, and broke out in goose bumps. No matter how many times I've felt this, it always made me shiver and shake when began to open me up with his fat dick. I let out a groan, and he kept pushing forward, feeding me three, then four, then five inches before pausing.

Dropping both hands down to my hips, he pulled me towards him as he pushed forwards, burying the last three inches inside me, bottoming out, his balls slapping against mine. I grunted involuntarily as he ground against me, pubes tickling the tightly stretched ring of my asshole.

Again he paused, a tight grip on my waist. I tried to breathe, but it was difficult; I was bent in half over a dresser, his full weight pushed against me, my ass gaped open to the size of a tennis ball around his rock hard dick. It felt amazing, and I grunted again as I tried to mash myself back against him and force him even deeper.

As if waiting for this, he withdrew, pulling back until only the fat knob of his dick was still inside me. The feeling of this seemed to just suck the energy out of me; my death grip on the edges of the dresser loosened and my hands fell limply to the side. He shoved himself forward, forcefully, hard enough to shake my ragdoll body, his rod grazing my prostate as he bottomed out again.

My cock jerked and I could feel a small spasm of pre-cum force its way out. He pulled back again, and shoved forward again, knocking another grunt from my mouth and another spasm from my dick. He gave another withdrawal and thrust, and it knocked another low groan from me. I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't. Every time his prick scraped past my prostate, the sounds just exploded from my throat. Again. Again.

He had a rhythm going now, pulling out smoothly and thrusting back deeply, long-dicking my ass with his bloated cock, raking my prostate with each plunge. The only sounds in the room were the slap of flesh on flesh, and a solitary grunt from me every time he hit bottom inside my ass. It felt exquisite, like nothing else, the feeling of my asshole stretched tightly around his hot organ, and the feeling of him forcing himself deep inside me, over and over. I didn't push back against him, instead I just let him take me, his strong hands on my hips pulling me tight to him with every long thrust.

My asshole began to make squelching sounds as he thrust up me, and my steady grunts began getting louder despite my efforts to bite them off. I just couldn't hold back the sound, the sensation of having his large cock churning up my guts overtaking me. The room had started to smell like sex, a combination of sweat and cock and my ass.

In and out he thrust, my asshole gripping him tightly, my grunts and the squelch of his cock in my ass filling my ears, and the smell of our fucking filling my nose. I was rocking to and fro on the dresser now with each thrust, my cock sliding in the puddle of pre-cum he was forcing out of me. I don't know how long this went on. I had lost track of time. The only thought in my mind was his large tool sliding effortlessly in and out of my bowels. Deep inside my balls there was a heavy tingle starting to grow, and with each deep thrust it seemed to grow, to push out and envelope more and more of me.

I wasn't aware of much, but I could tell he was getting close now. His strokes picked up force, but lost speed. He would thrust deeply inside me, pushing as far as he could, trying to get more and more of his rigid meat up my ass, and pull out again. Each jarring thrust was meant to go as far inside me as he could get, building towards a massive explosion, and each time he bottomed out the tingling in my balls grew.

He spoke again, for the first time since roughly entering me, just mindless words. "Fuck, I'm close, I'm close." He slammed forward again and again, and I almost couldn't stand it anymore, my balls were on fire, ready to explode, each bump against my prostate pushing me closer and closer.

Suddenly, he let loose with a guttural roar and slammed harder against me than he had before, forcing every millimeter of his organ inside my abused hole. That final jab against my prostate was all it took, and the tingling in my balls exploded with white light behind my eyes as my cock began to convulse beneath me as I came.

He held me in a steel grip, buried as far in me as anyone as ever been, and I could feel the heat and warmth of his cum emptying into my guts. He pulled back and gave several more savage thrusts, each accompanied by another molten hot pulse of jizz inside my ass, each jab forcing another spurt of cum from my own cock.

Mark held me like that, buried balls deep in my ass, both of our orgasms gradually fading, both of us catching our breath. After a minute or two, he slowly withdrew his semi-hard cock from my hole with a wet plop. I tried my best to clench my hole shut to keep his huge load from running out of my stretched hole, down my leg, and into the pants still around my ankles. He reached forward and gently grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding me off the dresser and onto my knees.

"Taste it," he said. "Clean it off." With that, he gently pulled my head towards his organ, still hanging thick and about seven inches long even when deflated. It was smeared with pasty white cum and lube and juice from my ass, and I had no choice but to open my mouth and take him inside. It tasted like heaven, it tasted like what sex smells like, dirty and earthy and salty and hot, and I slurped him deep down my throat until his wiry pubes were mashed into my chin and nostrils. I sucked him hard, my tongue washing his cock clean as he gently pumped in and out of my mouth, one hand still tangled in my hair like a bridle.

After a few minutes he pulled my head off his cock, and smiled down at me. I was on my knees in front of him, pants in disarray around my feet, butt clenched to keep from exploding his cum all over the back of my legs, my own sperm drying on my belly. I knew I looked like a used whore, and it made me feel as hot as I've ever felt in my life.

"You were fucking fantastic," he said as he stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped his fly. I made no effort to rise from the floor where I still knelt, numb but sated.

Mark opened the door and stepped out onto the landing. "I'd stay for another round, but it's late and I have to be at work. Catch you next time though." He smiled at me, and pulled the door closed.

I rose and managed to fumble my pants up without spraying out a geyser of cum out of my ass, and quickly wiped off my belly on the bed spread and pulled my shirt down. Within seconds I stumbled out the door and into my car. I tried to fix my hair in the mirror as I drove, and I hoped the smell of cum and lube and ass smeared on my face wasn't noticeable.

And that was how I found myself in the conference room three hours later, watching the big hand. When it finally hit, my boss wrapped things up, and sent everyone on their way. I carefully rose from my chair, my asshole squeezed closed; the last thing I wanted was to try to walk out of the conference room with a large wet cum patch soaking through the ass of my pants.

There was a rarely used restroom at the end of the hall near the storage closet, and I headed towards it. The door opened soundlessly as I stepped inside and walked quickly into the large handicap stall, popping the lock closed behind me.

Luckily it seemed the other stalls were empty, and I dropped my pants to my ankles for the second time that day. I could feel the load oozing out of my hole and dribbling into the water below as I dropped onto the cold seat. I grabbed my cock with my right hand, and reached between my legs with my left, sinking two fingers into my tired asshole. They slipped in easily on the river of hours-old cum dripping out of my guts, and I could tell that I wouldn't last long as my second load of the day began building inside me.

I began to stroke my cock faster as my fingers probed deeper and deeper into my ass. Eventually I added a third, stretching my asshole open. I hurt somewhat, sore from the pounding this morning, and from my fingers crammed inside it, but it's was good kind of hurt, the best kind of hurt.

My orgasm hit me suddenly, a red hot explosion deep inside me. I pushed my fingers deeper as I ejaculated, and I could feel the pulse of the muscles inside my ass timed with the spasms of my cock. It took nearly a minute for the shuddering to die down as my dick slowly belched cum onto the floor of the stall.

Gradually the pulses in my dick and anus weakened. I slid my fingers from my ass, and held them up to see. They were smeared with Mark's hours-old cum, a weak grey color from the time in my ass. It smells strong still, and I can't help but lick my fingers, cleaning the remnants of our morning off my digits. It tastes just like his prick had when I cleaned him.

I stepped out of the stall, and washed my hands, and did the best to straighten my appearance out in the mirror. There was still half a day of work left ahead of me, and I wasn't looking forward to it. Deep down inside I hoped that at the end of it all I'd leave at the end of the day and find a text message on my phone, showing nothing but numbers.
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