Big Man, Little Boi II: Office boy
By: Voreboy

You are THE most powerful man in the world. You are the CEO of the biggest corporation in the entire world. Your net worth boggles the human mind.

You inform your secretary you would not like to be disturbed for the next hour, as it is your lunch break. As I walk in you tell me to shut the door behind you. You've been starving since you got to work...for me of course. Our last little date got you craving slim young bois rather than burger and fries. You almost foam at the mouth as you reach out and set me on your lap.

You take a whiff of my hair and I loosen your tie and unbutton your shirt. You have a massive rock hard body compared to my slim frame. I loosen your belt and unbuckle your pants. Funny how one man's clothes can cost more than another persons rent.

We look deep into each other's eyes. I know you want me even if you never say a word. You slowly lick the side of my cheek. You bark like a dog as I giggle. As then it starts.

You stretch your entire mouth over my head. You slowly begin to rip my clothes off (HEY! those are designer label!). You caress my chest and torso and you lift me up into your mouth, cramming me in. You struck my naked so you can play with my cock as you eat. You've shoved me in to about my shoulders. Your breath is hot on my face. I lift myself a bit to help you out. As you swallow more you begin rubbing my cock, playing with my body. Making me shake.

You start slurping me in faster. Once I'm in to my waist you lay back in your office chair. You take me in huge gulps and I keep slipping further and further into your gut. Making it stretch in a firm ball. Once my feet are in your mouth you cram them in and take a Huge Swallow. And I make your gut stretch out past your knees to make the perfect spherical shape. You lean back, breathing heavy. Your hand is on you swollen stomach, rubbing it and smacking it hard. Then you let out a roaring belch, signaling your dominance.

Your secretary calls you on the phone. You answer out of breath. He informs you your 1:00 is ready. Composing yourself, you put on a new XXXL dress shirt and button it. You re-zip your pants and buckle up (Damn, you didn't get a chance to jerk-off!). Your appointment walks in. He's one of those muscle jocks. You know the type. The ones that act as masculine as possible, but will bottom for anyone who has a dick an inch bigger than them.

You shake hands. You both try to crush the others hand, but you're the victor. With a smile you tell him to take a seat. Though he is trying his best to pay attention, he can't help staring at your gut. No one has ever seen you in person. You find it best to avoid the press.

You tell him that since you own such a huge business you tend to need a lot of personal assistants. You get up and walk around the room, not really talking about anything important. You stand directly behind him and let your gut tap the back of his head. You say excuse me.

You come around to the other side of the table so you are directly in front of him. You explain how well compensating the job is as long as he commits himself to being available 24/7 for all your personal needs. As you say thing a boner raises in you pants and you take a moment to adjust yourself before you come around behind him again.

He takes a short breath. You know he know what you offering and you allow your gut to tap the back of his head again. He asks what if he is uncomfortable doing certain tasks for you. You reply that you can easily MAKE him feel more comfortable. You suddenly pick him up by the underarms and stand him up. He yelps a bit but puts on a brave face. You back him into the wall with only your stomach (slowly though, you're a professional after all).

You continue to tell him about benefits as he looks a little confused and turned on at the same time. He places his hands on your stomach trying to move you out of the way, but you press in a little bit further to show him he’s not going anywhere. You tell him you have an itch you just can't reach and ask him to scratch it... he complies. You ask him you go down a bit further. He reaches your dick and rubs it slightly. You tell him thanks and sit back at your desk. He comes up behind you and begins to give you a back rub.

You tell him his responsibility will include taking notes, running errands and mis. Activities. He asks out of curiosity what the mis. Activities are. To that point you stand and face him. Your dick is hard as a rock and is sticking out between your fly. You tell him you'd like to give him a trial run right on and you ask hi to "shake" on it. He then Takes your big fat dick in one hand had gives it a shake.

You grab him by the neck and throw him on against the table, forcing him to lean over. You rip off his pants and place you gut on his back, crushing him under your weight. You begin to shove you cock in his ass without hesitation. As he screams you cover his mouth with one fist and continue to explain his pay rate, hours and use of the company car (one of many). With each pelvic thrust you give him a starting rate, and with every pelvic thrust he asks for an increase. You finally get to $10.00 an hour and tell him that’s your final offer. He accepts with your hand still muffling his mouth. You come inside him and pull out. You put our dick back in your pants and grab a fresh pair of True Religion Jeans out of your drawer to give you your new assistant. As he stumbles out you say how much of a pleasure it will be doing business with him.

You think to yourself, that’s what? Five personal assistants now and a boyfriend in the belly *you slap your gut*? Life is good.

The End