Work Days
The days were always difficult. They were long, irritating and often full of headaches that he didn't need. Being the head boss of a large company wasn't easy work when you were involved. But there were a few ways to.. ease the burden. Being a stallion had it's perks, but one of the biggest was being able to stuff somebody's throat without having to really adjust to get a good angle. Especially when you happened to have custom made pants with an especially long zipper.
The same modified pants, which he happened to be wearing, came rather in handy when he heard a quiet zip from beneath his desk and a slight tug at his hips. Being the middle of the work day, he was digging his way through a pile of papers, writing letters and signing off contracts, as well as looking through worker files himself to ensure the company was at capacity for workers, no more no less. Which he didn't even stop working through as his legs spread a bit, subtly. Even as he scribbled away he could feel his extra long zipper sliding down and out of the way, before his boxers were tugged and opened up.
The midnight black stallion never even looked away from his papers, pen pausing only briefly as he felt a hand sliding into his pants, tugging at the source of his gender, urging it to slip free. And slip free it did, as he could feel his impressive shaft slipping free of it's twin confines to lay bare beneath the wood of his desk, already starting to straighten out with growing arousal. He couldn't even see the details of his own dick, nor the hefty balls that were pulled free next, and he didn't care to at the moment. He had work to focus on, and his "mysterious" genital freedom fighter that had already won their fight. And now they got to enjoy the fruits of their labour.
A wet kiss to the head. He knew that start. The stallion had gotten attuned to his pleasure worker's techniques. He was in for a long, slow haul. Which suited him just fine, he had a lot of work to go through, and he'd rather save his pent up load as well as keep his body preoccupied while his mind focused.
He ponded on just how long he'd been enjoying his special worker's expertise when the next kiss interrupted him and made his dick give a jump of surprise. He was already almost fully hardened in preperation. He realized with a start it was likely because of the extremely faint, wet smooched being planted over the rim of his cock, teasing him to a full erection while he was absent minded and didn't even notice. He spread his legs a bit more, rumbled his approval and relaxed, setting his pen skittering across the page before him.
The longer his pen went over the page, the faster those kisses came, teasing the tip of his dick, his hips rocking slowly forward, then back, working himself gently into this lips as he let out a soft sigh. Finally, when he felt a heavy dallop of pre falling from his uethra, those kisses turned into a long, wet smooch, before breaking. The light brush of a moist tongue ran down the belly of his shaft, drawing a heavy shudder from the stallion. His balls were twitching and firming up slightly, his pent up seed eager to find a nice place to rest, but he knew it would have to wait just a little while longer.
As those kisses reached his base, he arched his hips forward a bit, and felt them sliding down over his over full balls. His eyes closed for a moment as he hesitated briefly in his work, the trailing kisses and licks running over him, teasing his taut sack. The teases always drove him wild, and his special worker knew exactly that. Even as he let out soft grunts and shifts of pleasure, he opened his eyes with an intent to return to work, but instead had a hard time keeping himself from peeking beneath the desk. He knew there was a special bonus to not peeking. Company policy, after wall.
When those lips had finished trailing saliva and lipstick marks over his balls that he'd have to wash off before going home, he felt them sliding back up along the side of his dick, and he knew what came next. He braced himself as he felt those full, soft lips pressing to the very tip of his shaft.. and stop. He paused, blinking as he didn't feel the inevitible surrounding of warm flesh and hot saliva, only to gasp sharply as a firm, wet tongue began to flick up and down the very center of his dick. Even as another thick glob of pre formed on his tip it was lapped up, and it had his dick pulsing underneath the teases, the equine letting out low grunts and groans as his fingers dug into the desk slightly, almost snapping his pen. It wasn't until he was sure he was going to flip the desk, grab his unseen felatio artist and fuck their face when at last he felt the lips slipping over him.
It was a god send as they slid down his shaft, and he let out a very low, supressed groan of delight as his stiff, turgid dick was consumed. Inch after inch slipped away into that warm, wet embrace, and it didn't take long for him to feel the head of a dick slipping past that mysterious throat. His legs twitched open just a hair wider as he felt it sliding right down to his base, only hesitating for a moment with the sound of soft coughing and a contraction around his dick. It almost sent him over the edge, but he knew it was just the beginning.
Almost as soon as those lips pressed to his base, he felt them slide back to his medial ring, the thick flesh just barely slipping past those lips before going down once more, his back slowly arching. His reveree was almost shattered when the door was suddenly pushed open and his secretary peeked her head in.
"Sir! The Biggen corporate representative is in the main lobby, waiting for entrance!"
The stallion sighed heavily, but didn't stop the lips that slid up and down his shaft, torturing his nerves and making his balls pulse in the urge to unload right down that willing throat. "Yes, yes, stall him for five minutes and send him up." He says, waving a hand as he sorts a stack of papers with the other. As soon as she nodded and closed the door, he gripped the edges of his desk and bucked his hips firmly. He heard a soft, almost inaudible, but distinctly wet gag from beneath his desk.
The sign was obvious and taken well. The tempo increased, and he let himself go, leaning back in his chair and groaning loudly as the soft sounds of a well done blowjob began to sound out from beneath his desk. The speed increased and he could feel those lips twisting back and forth as they slid along him, that tongue reaching new places as the accompanying throat massaged the rest of his shaft.
Finally, his pleasure was reaching a crescendo. He let out low groans, his hips rocking up and down slightly as his fingers gripped the arms of his chair. Those lips were eager to work his load free and he was even more eager to supply it. Which was proven when he bent forward, bucked, and tensed up as his balls pulled up tight and bloated. They held for a second, and the stallion sighed heavily, relaxing as his orbs tightened up and the first rope of many gushed up his cum vein and down the waiting throat, which had stopped for his load, buried balls deep.
Thick rope after rope of cum was blasted down his willing participants throat, his balls bloating and tensing with each wad of it that he fired off. With each blast the equine relaxed a bit more into his desk, until at last the fleshy, flared cannon of bliss wedged down his worker's throat was emptied out. He leaned back and thudded gently into his chair, groaning and shuddering a bit as his shaft was cleaned off.
It was just as the door opened that the sound of his zipper was heard, quietly, from beneath the desk, his dick stuffed back inside, and no sign that he'd just been blown for the third time that day.