Page 9 of Mr. Big Stuff

“Oh it for sure does, Ms. Copeland. It’s just that I need to put together a presentation, which means I need to cancel on my mom and dad and stay around here tonight.”

“I can stay and help.” The offer left my lips before I had a chance to fully process it. “Maybe you’ll even have time to see your mom and dad.”

“Nah. You need to get home. I’m sure you have more interesting things to do.”

I thought of Fatty. “Only feed my cat, Fatty, but I can get my brother to do that for me. Let me help,” I added when he seemed to hesitate.

“Oh alright. But I’m paying you double time for this. Deal?”

“Not necessary, Mr. McCullough.”

“Deal?” This time his voice was more forceful.

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at his highhandedness. “Fine. Deal.” I grinned and walked back to my office to make a call. My brother had a key and didn’t mind stopping by to feed Fatty.

Two hours later I was in the copier room hand stapling paper packets together when Raymond stepped in filling the small room with his delicious scent of cologne and him. The sheer width of his body made a tight space feel like we were chest to chest getting ready to dance. If he asked me, I wouldn’t refuse.

“Sorry to crowd you, but I need some of those binding clips on the shelf behind you.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw the white box of clips on the edge of the shelf. I twisted myself around to reach for it, making contact with the tip of my fingers but it wasn’t enough to grab control of the box and it went flying to the floor right along with all the clips. Without a thought I bent to retrieve the metal clips. It wasn’t until I heard the groan of my boss that I realized the process of squatting down brought my ass in contact with his groin. Our eyes connected with his daring me to take the same path back to my feet.

Desire emboldened me to brush against his dick as I made my way to my feet. I looked at him over my shoulder and the passion in his dark brown orbs made my core ripple and my panties dampen. I needed him to show me some sign that we could take this further. If I crossed the line even another step, he could easily say I ignored his boundaries, but if he advanced a step, and I accepted we were good.

He pulled me against his body with a roughness that made my coochie thump and when his lips brushed against the side of my neck I nearly swooned. The heat produced from our closeness was dizzying and I couldn’t pretend that this energy wasn’t exactly what I needed. My vibrator would never do me like this. I fought off collapsing against him like some debutante with a too tight corset. I needed to feel everything that came next and being passed out would end it.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. His voice was gruff. Tortured even. I understood he’d set up ground rules and what I felt pressed against my ass wasn’t part of them, but fuck that. I didn’t care. I needed him to take care of us both.

“No, but we are, aren’t we?” I turned to stare him in his eyes so we were clear. I was more than okay with what was happening and if he wouldn’t make the first move, I would.

When I reached out to stroke the bulge between us, his eyes closed. My palm explored what was probably the biggest package I had ever—and I mean,ever,felt before.

Hearing his sharp intake of breath set my body on fire and emboldened me to continue taking this journey.

“You’re so large,” I whispered.

I knew the man would be large. My spidey senses were once again spot on. But damn, this was a boon so grand, if the man asked if he could bring others in to help, I might not decline. Nah, I’m lying. This dick was mine. At least tonight.

“I am. The question is will it be too much,” he responded bringing me out of my naughty musings. His gruff voce held not only a question but a challenge as well and despite all the times I’ve been knocked down on my ass trying out shit I had no business even touching, I still loved the trill of a challenge.

“I’m willing to find out,” I told him and nearly creamed on myself when he captured his bottom lip with his teeth, and shook his head in wonder.

Without thought I squatted in front of his big body and helped him get unhindered by all his clothing. Once out of his boxers, my eyes bulged because got darn, he was something I’d only seen in porn. Just large, veiny, meaty, massive dick stood in front of me. But if he existed, there was a woman out there made to handle him. Finding out if I was that woman would be interesting.

I gentle caressed his flesh and smiled with pleasure when his dick jerked from my attention. His answering groan made me more than curious how he would taste so I leaned in to glide my tongue up and down his shaft. I did this until I had a generous amount of saliva built up in my mouth and covering his rod. That was when I began sucking the head, relaxing my jaw, and pulling him in to my mouth. His hips began to give shallow pumps bringing him deeper into my flow, until I began gagging but not in a way that made me have to stop. When he realized that, he grit out, “Fuckkkkkk, Ms. Copeland.” My pussy throbbed with how dirty that sounded.

I reached down beneath my shirt and played with my clit poking out from my fatty still covered by my black satin underwear. The fabric was so soaked that the scent of wet pussy embedded itself deep into my nostrils when I lifted my hand to jerk his shaft and continue to slob his knob.

This lasted until he was tired of allowing me to play him like a fiddle, pulling up his trousers, and grabbing from beneath my arms and lifting me up off my feet into his arms. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and bucked up against his hanging dick as he took me into his office and laid me on top of his desk. I was grateful his computer sat on the opposite end because the way he spread me out like a buffet, something was sure to fall and break.Maybe it will be me, I thought when he began stroking himself while standing over me. As he reached into his wallet, pulling out a rubber, and covered himself, I rubbed my pussy to the sight of him. I also said a prayer that I could take him. I wasn’t sure but it was my impulsive fearlessness that could either make or break a situation or in this case, a coochie.

“We’ll take our time,” he promised. And I nodded as he kicked off his pants and underwear and slid between my thighs. Leaning over, he gave me a kiss, that stirred something down in the pit of my belly. It wasn’t just a sexual feeling. It felt like something else. It felt right. When he pulled away, he stared at me long and hard that I wondered if he’d felt it too but I would never know because he ran his palm across my chest, teasing my nipples through my bra and admiring the planes of my stomach.

Next, he placed himself at my opening while lifting the hood of my clit back gently and teasing it with a wet finger. His rubbing motion built up a cauldron filled with boiling passion inside of me. I couldn’t take much more. He must have known it because he whispered, “Let’s see if you can take it, now.”

It was a slow entrance. Pressure came first, and then once he moved past my opening, I felt my body expand around him. His slow pumps were coming in a circular motion as if to massage my walls, a strategy that worked to increase my arousal and coat more of his dick with my slick essence. The slicker I became, the more he moved deeper inside of me. I don’t think he placed all of himself in me but what he had inside was more than enough to know I was taking that dick and it made him feel good. His, “yes, baby, take this dick,” let me know that.

Oddly enough, nothing hurt or even remotely felt uncomfortable. Sure, I felt full but not as if he wasn’t a good fit. I was pleased with that. But my pleasure turned towards something else as he started to wind his hips to a rhythm that spoke of his confidence in not hurting me and before I knew it, the passion that had been brimming beneath the surface was full throttle and ready to combust. Him lying the nub of my flesh above his thrusting dick set me off and my body shook like a fish out of water on top of his desk. His roar came next before we were cloaked in silence.

In the wake of our passion, I lay spread out on his hard desk that I’d fantasized about being on top of many times with “Raymond”, and wondered where I left my mind and how I would go about collecting it. I leaned up on my elbows and watched as he tucked himself in, no easy task with all the meat he was carrying. I waited for the look of guilt or shame but it didn’t come as he stared up at me. He offered me his hand and it engulfed mine when I accepted his help to my feet. He bent and grabbed my panties from beside his chair and I smiled at the memory of him ripping them from my thighs.

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