Overstimmed E3 | The CEO's cock is mine

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I was obsessed with how I was able to control an older muscle man. I even jerked off several times to the image of him writhing with his sensitive cock in my hand, his pecs hard from how hard he's flexing from the discomfort.

I’m going to get him to fuck me again. This time, the way I want. 

I looked up the name of the company that was plastered on the side of his office building. It was simple enough to find out about the big event that he was planning and which hotel it was going to be held at. 

I dug out my best suit to go. The last time I wore this outfit was for a wedding, but I guessed that it would likely fit the vibe of this event. There was a security guard at the front with a list of names but I managed to sneak past with a large group of young guys with lanyards holding coffees. 

Once I was in, all the men looked very similar in their black suits and ties. I walked around aimlessly, trying to fit in as I looked for Jonathan. 

“Leon?! What are you doing here?” Suddenly, Jonathan emerged from a crowd of suits. He looks good in his white shirt hugging his chest like that. 

“Coming to collect what you promised me,” I say slyly. 

“I'm at work. You have to leave now.” 

I guess it wasn't as fun or as sexy as I thought to just show up out of the blue like that. Feeling dejected, I look for the exit in the room and instead find someone coming towards us.

“And who's this!” an older lady wearing a long blue dress says. “Are you Jonathan’s friend?” 

“He's my new intern,” Jonathan lied.  

“Oh wow! Quite a role for such a young man. Intern to the CEO is no small feat. Especially with how meticulous our fearless leader is.” 

“Right. I was surprised when I got the role too,” I say while peering at Jonathan's face. He looks almost as uncomfortable as he did with his twitching cock in my hand. 

“Well, we don't have a seat for you at our table. Oh, I know! I'll just have one of these servers grab you a chair. It'll just be a little squishy,” the lady says. 

“No, it's okay Linda. He's going to…uh…” Jonathan stammers. 

“Thank you so much, Linda. That's so nice of you.” I reach out my hand to shake her hand and I wink at Jonathan's horrified face. 

He’s cute when he’s frustrated.

Halfway through the dinner and amongst the banter, Jonathan signaled for me to follow him. I excused myself from the table and I followed his black coat up the elevator and into his suite. 

“Wow. You couldn't have gotten this the first time we hooked up? What am I? Some type of cheap hoe?” I marveled at the gigantic size of the room. 

“You have to leave,” Jonathan says sternly. I chuckled to myself at his feeble attempt. So much bark for no bite at all. I flopped onto the king-sized bed and leaned on one arm to prop my head up. 

“Make me.” 

“I'm serious, Leon. Get out of here. I mean, you can stay here while the event is going on but I can't mix my personal life with my professional life.” 

“And you're going to come back for me later, Mr. CEO?”

“Maybe,” he says while adjusting his tie and smoothing out his hair in the mirror. 

There is no maybe here. I can get what I want from him. 

I stand up from the bed and walk over to him. When Jonathan catches my reflection coming up towards me, he turns to face me and I grab his crotch with one hand. 

“You're going to fuck me right now.” 

“I…can’t.. hey…” he gasps as I tighten my grip on his package. 

“I'm not asking,” I whisper at him as I undo his tie with my other hand. 

“Seriously, they're going to notice that I'm missing,” Jonathan says powerlessly as I throw his tie on the floor and begin work on his buttons. Halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, I reached in and tweaked his nipples through his undershirt. Just as I hoped, his cock throbbed in my other hand. 

“You're going to fuck me, until I cum. Like I said,” I say as I cup his left pec in my hand. “And then you can go back to work.” 

I finished unbuttoning his shirt and he slid it off obediently. While he does that, I unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. 

“Do I keep this on?” He tugs at his tank top.

Now he gets the idea. 

I shake my head and he crosses his hands on the bottom of the tank to pull it off. Once his beautiful chest is exposed, I lick his right nipple and make him gasp. 

“On your back,” I commanded him after a small bite on his nipple. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slid his pants over his ankles. Then starting to take his long black socks off, I interrupt him while undressing myself.

“Did I say socks off?” 

Jonathan shakes his head submissively and I push on his chest so he lays down. His hard veiny cock rubs precum on my leg as I lower down to lick his nipples again, feeling his breath quicken with each pass on his hardened tip. 

I spit on my hand and reach down to lubricate his rigid shaft. His chest lifts up as his back arches, and I push my weight on him to lay him back down.

“You better not cum,” I warned him as I rubbed my saliva over his dick. Then, I position myself over his cock and lower myself. 

“Oh… Leon… slowly…”

“This is slow.” 

“Slower!”

“No. Hold it in.” I grip his stubbled chin as I lower myself on his thick cock. His head tilts back as I impale myself and grip onto his neck for balance. 

“Oh fuck…” Jonathan says with a strained breath. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…”

“Hold it,” I commanded him as I used his throat as leverage to bounce on him slowly. His wide cock is stretching me out pleasantly, and this angle is perfect for me. 

Perfect for me to use him like the submissive toy he is.

“I'm close.”

“No,” I say simply as I explore the ways his curve can hit my inner walls. 

“I'm going to cum if you keep doing that.” His voice is breathless. 

“No,” I say again while grinding on him. “You hold it until I say so, or there's going to be consequences.” 

“Ah!” Jonathan clenches his jaw as I ride him again. “Oh my god!”

The way his chest is heaving up and down with effort is turning me on, and his thick dick inside me is serving me well and making my cock leak onto his stomach. I grab his pecs with my hands again, squeezing and slapping the muscles until they turn red under my touch. 

“Can I cum?”

“Did I say you can?” I grind down on his hips. Putting my thumbs on his nipples, I watch his eyes shoot wide open. His mouth is in a perfect O shape. 

“Can I cum?!” This time was full of desperation. 

“Hold it.” I say while massaging his nipples and riding him. I know he can't. I know this is too much for him. 

“I can't hold it!” 

“Try.” 

“No! Ah ahh AHH !” His body buckles forward and deepens the lines in his abs. 

“Don't do it.” I tease his nipples. 

“I'm sorry!” 

His cock throbs strongly in my ass, and I revel in the sensation of it pulsing inside me and knocking into my walls. Jonathan covers his eyes with his hands as he crunches up from the bed with each contraction, the O-shape of his lips showing how much pleasure he’s feeling.

So

Fucking

Hot.

I started riding him the way I wanted, the way I needed, and he nearly buckled me off with the way he thrashed. 

“Hey! Oh God!” 

I push down hard on his chest with both hands while riding him roughly with my ass. 

“Sta-! No! Ah!” His moans of struggles are interspersed with hysterical laughter. 

Almost

There

I ride him so his still rigid cock pounds my prostate, and I do my best to keep the larger thrashing man under me under my control. Finally, he submits his lower half to me although his top half continues to writhe.

“I'm going to cum!” 

“AHHHHHHH!” Jonathan shouts through gritted teeth. I look down to watch my cock spurt out a string of cum that reaches the crease underneath his pecs and then paint his abs with white goo. 

He laughs uncontrollably under me as I come down from my orgasm and I start laughing too at his reaction. With tears streaming from his eyes, his soft cock falls out of me and I roll over to be beside him. 

“You stay here. We have to do that again later.” 

“Yes, boss,” I reply, as if I didn't just dominate the fuck out of him.