I have a desire to give a powerful man head while he is on a conference call. Crossed this item off my bucket list this weekend. It was pleasurable but didn’t turn out exactly the way I fantasized.
I met this guy on silverdaddies and he seemed to fit the bill. He was 50, in decent shape for his age, had a handsome 8 inch cock and lives in a big house on the water a few towns over. We had been chatting for a few weeks. His family was out of town Friday thru Sunday and I had told him about my fantasy so he invited me over on Friday afternoon.
I showed up at his place and was definitely immediately impressed. This guy lives in a literal mansion. He met me at the door dressed like an executive working from home. He seemed nice but definitely we were both nervous. We made small talk for a few minutes and then he said he had a conference call starting at 4pm and did I want to see his office. He led me through his impressive house - marble and art everywhere.
Well his office was as big as a large studio apartment with a glass desk facing a couch and overlooking the Long Island Sound. This was the perfect setup for me. He asked if I wanted anything to drink and I declined. He sat at the desk and I sat on the couch facing him. He said well I’m going to dial into this call now, and he unbuckled his pants. This was a zoom call so he was looking at a screen and others could see him from the shoulders up.
I took this as my cue and started to get undressed. He smiled a tiny bit as he watched me strip out of the corner of his eye, but kept focused on the call, talking occasionally about finance stuff. Totally nude, i crawled on my hands and knees under his desk and took down his pants. He was hairy and his handsome dick was starting to grow. I nuzzled around it, playing with it and taking it into my mouth.
After a few minutes he was fully hard and I was working hard under the desk to draw out his load, glancing up at him through the glass desk every minute or two. Try as i might (and i tried hard - every trick I could think of) i could not make him cum. He had a concerned look on his face and he started to get soft. Eventually he reached down to push me off of him.
Feeling a bit embarrassed and defeated I crawled out from under the glass desk and back towards the couch. I was considering just dressing and leaving when he muted the call and told me to finger myself.
Now I was excited again. I sat on the couch and pulled my knees up so he could get a good view of my hole, and started working in one finger. I closed my eyes while i inserted two fingers and was rocking my hips with quiet extacy. When i looked at him he was stroking under the desk while he paid attention to the call but kept an eye on me.
after the call ended he made direct eye contact with me, stood up and walked around to the front of the desk, facing me and stroking. He told me to turn around. I kneeled on the couch and put my elbows on the back of the couch. I was looking out this big picture window at a beautiful view of the sound and could hear him rustling around his desk for a condom. In a moment he was behind me, with his hands on my hips, teasing my hole with his cock.
he sank it into me without much foreplay, but that was ok because I had already fingered myself during the call. He seemed to be enjoying the tightness and was holding up his shirt with his chin for a better view of what he was doing behind me.
after a few minutes I felt him drop the shirt while he pushed my shoulders down, causing me to arch my back. His pace and breathing quickened while he rutted me pretty hard for an older guy. Without warning he grabbed my hips hard, pulling me down and back towards him while he released his load deep inside me. He more or less collapsed on my back, still inside me, and then rolled off and sat on the couch. I also flipped over and sat next to him.
he offered me a drink again and I accepted. He got up and went to a wet bar in his office where he made drinks and disposed of the used condom. He offered me a cigarette, which I declined, but he smoked one. We sat on his couch nude (he was still wearing his ruffled dress shirt) and drank vodka on the rocks and made small talk while he smoked and I ran my hand over his hairy legs and under his shirt. After a bit he said he had some stuff to take care of, which I took as my cue to leave. The good news is that we exchanged numbers and on Sunday I blew him to completion (on the couch, not at the desk).