The Bigger the Better

I have never been a size queen. No. I wasn’t even sure what this term even meant, to be honest. To me, it didn’t matter, the size of a man’s penis. I’d always heard, “It’s the motion of the ocean,” or whatever and I always believed that to be true. I have had some great sex in my time and, so, it didn’t really matter to me how big the guy’s dick was. What was the big deal?

But then I met him. Well, no, we’d met previously. I knew him for a while, in fact, as we worked in the same office. However, I didn’t know what he was packing and what he was packing as good-sized dick.

He was a bit of a smartass and for that I resented him. He was one of those guys who thought he was super cool and walked the halls of our downtown office like he owned the place. Well, he walked like that because he did, in fact, own the place.

But it wasn’t like that. No, I had no interest in him sexually. I was a free woman and wanted no strings to attach me. I’d been in the purgatory of long term relationships and I was over it. I was still young and I was pretty and I was smart. And I didn’t want anything from him.

At least not at first.

It happened one night when he insisted that some of my work associates and I all work late on an important project. And since he was the boss, we had to do what he said. Our advertising firm was one of the best in the business and he was at the top of his game. He was still under forty, tall, rich and handsome. But I just didn’t like him. He was arrogant, sometimes pompous and many times he just grated on my nerves. But I knew he had a thing for me, which I assumed was mainly due to the fact that I didn’t have one for him. That was fine. I could roll with that. Whatever. In a way, I liked the looks he gave me and I liked knowing I frustrated him to no end by not giving him an inch. I liked it; I liked being in control like that, of this man. I, however, didn’t know that what I was doing was building his want of me brick by brick. Also, I didn’t realize that it would soon come out and I’d have to deal with it.

The project was a big one and it was beginning to wear on all of us. It had to be perfect and our boss wasn’t letting any of us off the hook until it was. The night wore on and people began to leave the big conference room. They gave their excuses of getting home to family or girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever. They filtered out until there was just the two of us.

Just him and I.

I didn’t even realize this until I looked at my watch and saw that it was past eleven. I glanced up at him. He was sitting at the head of the table when, out of nowhere, he said, “This little game of ours is getting old.”

I stared up at him and wondered what the hell he was talking about. “What?” I asked.

“You know what,” he said. “You and I and this game of ours. This sexual tension we have is getting old.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, feeling slightly shocked.

“You want me,” he said. “And I want you. That’s what I mean.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“So, let’s push all this bullshit aside,” he said. “And let’s get down to business.”

“And what would that business be?” I asked, still feeling a little shocked.

“I’d like to bend you over this table and fuck your brains out.”

I have to admit that made me blush. Okay, I will admit, too, that I almost fell out my chair. I did. I’d been in the workforce long enough to hear a lot of inappropriate things. But to have someone like him say something like this and, more importantly, mean it? Wow. But it really did spark something in me. And I could see him doing just that to me, bending me over and fucking my brains out, giving it to me like that, in that way, in that very coarse way. There would be no rainbows or flowers with this guy. He was all about business. And his business right now was getting me to fuck him.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while,” he said and smiled at me. “Did you know that?”

I did. I was just flabbergasted that he was being so forward. But, yeah, I had a feeling. I stared at him, at his handsome face and light brown hair and… He had these lips; they were full but hard at the same time, very masculine. I could imagine myself pressing mine to his. I could imagine him grabbing the back of my head, maybe even pulling my blonde hair as he did it, then ravishing me. I was okay with that, to be honest. But, no. Not tonight. Not like this. No. I mean I knew we’d probably eventually get together and have sex. He had the hots for me and men like him do usually get what they want. It’s just the way it works. I just didn’t want it to be like this. I wanted to be in control of it all. However, I should have known better. He wanted it his way and his way only. And he’d do what it took to get it.

“Let’s cut the shit and do it,” he said. “I’m ready. Let’s just fuck.”

I composed myself before I answered. “I don’t think so, Mr. Wright.”

“Call me crazy, but I have this opinion that you want it too, Lana,” he said. “I wouldn’t risk talking to you like this if it wasn’t true. It’s true, isn’t it? You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”

“I’d have to call you crazy,” I said and faced him. “I don’t want that.”

He pushed his work away from him, then back from the table and stood. I watched on the edge of my seat as he came over towards me. I thought about leaving. I thought about getting back to my work, maybe even ignoring him, but something held me back. It might have been that I hadn’t had sex in a while.

And a girl could do worse than him, that was for sure. He was handsome, rich and really smart and… There he was. In front of me.

“Mr. Wright—” I started.

No time to finish. His lips were on mine and his hand on the back of my head holding me there, not letting me go. And I loved it. I swooned and I felt weak and I felt strong and I wanted more. He had known this and I had been silly to try and hide it. I responded by kissing him back, hard and fast and just eating at his mouth, wanting to taste him, wanting what he was more than willing to give me.

Then he stepped back. I stared into his eyes, wondering what was going on, why he suddenly stopped.

“Why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly.

“Tell me you want it,” he said. “Confirm my suspicions.”

“I want it,” I said and I did. He wasn’t going to stop now. I had to have it now. And I had to admit I had wanted it for a long time from him, too. All we’d been doing was waiting it out, letting the anticipation built. And now we were ready to explode with passion for one another.

“I knew you did,” he said.

I nodded then glanced, just glanced, downwards, and I could see the outline of his package through this pants. To say it made an impression would be a gross understatement. It looked quite large. Just how large, I wasn’t sure. I’d have to see it. In fact, I wanted to see it.

All inhibitions went out the door and I found myself standing and then falling to my knees in front of him. His belt coming unbuckled and his zipper being opened and then his dick, his cock, there in front of my face and it was big. When I say big, I mean, big. It was the biggest I’d ever seen, probably would ever see. I had seen dildos smaller than his dick. I didn’t know that ones like this even existed, to be quite honest.

“How big is it?” I asked, almost breathlessly.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled slightly. “What do you think?”

“Ten,” I said. “It’s ten inches.”

“Close,” he replied. “Almost ten. You know what they say, the bigger the better.”

Uh, yeah. I could agree with that. Certainly. And, uh, wow. It was almost ten inches. That was big. Would it be too big? Was that possible? I wasn’t a big woman so how the hell would this work? But I didn’t stop to worry about the details as his cock was in my hand and I was stroking it, grazing the tip with my fingers, stroking the shaft, then fondling his balls. Soon I was licking it, almost feverishly, really wanting the thing in my mouth. I licked at the tip like I would a lollipop and sucked at it a little. He moaned when I did this, telling me that I was doing a really, really good job. And I loved doing this, I have to admit. I loved having this gigantic thing in my control. I loved that he didn’t want me to stop and I didn’t want to stop, either. It was all about his big cock at that moment and I was more than willing to give it my undivided attention.

Then I put it in my mouth, sucking it, taking as much as I could. A deep, pleasure-driven moan came out of his mouth and he held the back of my head steady as I gave him as much oral pleasure as I possibly could. I didn’t want to stop, either. It was like I was on a mission and I had to keep at it until he had come in my mouth.

It was not meant to be. He had other plans for me. He wanted to fuck. I didn’t have a problem with this. So, he pulled back from me, then grabbed me up under the arms and sat me on the table. His lips were on top of mine, sucking and eating at my mouth and lips, sucking on my tongue, kissing me with everything he had. His hands were all over my body and soon unzipping the back of my dress and pulling it down so his mouth could find my nipples. My bra was roughly pushed aside and he began to devour my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth and then pausing to bite at them a little.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he did this. It was too much but I wanted more. He was more than willing to give it to me. Before I knew it, my dress was off and my bra and he was ripping my panties apart and discarding them to the side. Then my legs were around his neck and he was bent in front of me, giving me some of what I’d given him, licking my pussy from top to bottom in long, smooth and very sensuous strokes. Up and down he went, never taking a second to pause, then his mouth clamped down on my clitoris and sucked at it. I’d never had a man do that to me and it was so good, I came almost instantly and I came hard. I came moaning and nearly screaming, “AhhhhHHHH!”

Once the orgasm had subsided, I grabbed onto his head and pulled his lips back on top of mine. He kissed me again and I licked at his mouth, tasting what he’d tasted. I moaned as he kissed me and then pushed me back onto the conference table. I went with him, legs opening to invite him in. I’d almost forgotten my initial shock over his penis but once he started pushing it into me, I gasped. It was a little much. It felt good. Better than I would have ever thought possible. His hands went under my ass and pushed me up a little and soon he was all the way in, all of it, all of the almost ten inches of pure manly inexhaustible dick was in me. I gasped more as he settled in and began to ride me. Then I began to go with him, meeting him stroke for stroke. I don’t know how, but the pressure combined with the way he was kissing my neck then was too, too much. The feeling of his cock was too, too much. Soon, I found myself almost gasping and pushing against him and moving my hips this way and that and just taking everything I could from him and getting everything I wanted at the same time and what I wanted was a big fucking orgasm. His big cock just filled me up and it seemed to hit every nerve ending in my vagina. It was a little much to take, quite literally, but, somehow, I couldn’t get enough of it. Soon, I couldn’t control myself and I used his body and dick, that big fucking dick, to come and come harder and better than I ever had. I fucked it and I fucked him and he fucked me back until he was coming too, right with me, long and hard and fast and furiously. It was almost an angry orgasm, trying to get out of our bodies and once it did, we grabbed onto one another and couldn’t let go for the life of us.

Once we were finished, he fell on top of me and breathed in deeply. We didn’t move for a while. We couldn’t. It was just us and we, almost quite literally, had fucked ourselves silly.

I soon came back to my senses and realized I’d just fucked my boss. But I didn’t care. I had plans on doing it again. And after that, we’d do it again some more.

He pulled back and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back, wondering why I’d disliked him so much before. I guess I’d just been intimidated. Now he seemed more down to earth and likable. That big dick of his didn’t hurt things either.

“We better get up before anyone sees us,” he said.

“Good idea,” I replied.

“Next time we can go out on a date first, if you like.”

I grinned at him. “That would nice,” I said and pulled him back to me, wrapping my arms around his neck. “In fact, it would be perfect.”