Glug, glug, glug.
"That's it babe, choke on that dick."
Garrett relaxed into his office chair and smiled as he looked down at the cute girl underneath him. Life was good when this was the start to your week.
The poor girl was starting to gag on his prick as she struggled to take it to the base. In an uncharacteristic show of mercy he dragged her off his pole, watching with pride as his mammoth tool emerged from the girls petite mouth. Strands of saliva hung from her lips, her red lipstick ruined as she looked up at him with a mixture of adoration and need.
Garrett was used to that look, he'd seen it so many times before and it never got tired.
This morning servicing was one of the many perks that came with the promotion he'd secured a few months ago when he became the youngest VP the bank had seen in decades and got given this spacious office with black out windows.
It still gave him such a thrill, having a hot chick under his desk blowing him while he looked out at the office full of busy workers. They were the grunts doing the work while he broke in his latest conquest.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked sternly.
The girl looked confused.
"Suck my balls you dumb slut".
In an instant her face was buried in Garrett's crotch, giving his nuts an eager tongue bath.
Garrett looked down at his dick which covered the entirety of the girls face and sighed contentedly as she slobbering in a desperate attempt to please him. He reached down, grabbed his cock and smacked it against her face, reinforcing his dominance even further.
Garrett was used to seeing girls in this position, it was amazing what bitches were willing to do once they'd be broken in. When you looked like Garrett it was almost too easy. Standing at 6 foot 3, with bleach blond hair, blue eyes and muscles in all the right places Garrett was the complete package and that was before you factored in the truncheon between his legs.
He loved the thrill of the chase. Like an apex predator he tracked his prey, presented himself as the charming surfer dude there to sweep them off their feet before moving in for the kill and turning them into mindless fuck dolls.
The sound of the girls slurps were interrupted suddenly by the piercing ring of his phone. Annoyed, Garrett dragged his attention away from the cock worship to see who was stupid enough to disturb him.
His annoyance was cut short when he saw it was Casey calling. He and Casey went way back. They'd met as pledges and spent the best years of their lives together as frat brothers before both deciding that investment banking was where the real money was. There weren't many secrets between guys that had spit roasted and DP'd more girls than they could count together. There was nothing to hide and with a grin Garrett answered the call, putting it on speaker.
"Yo G dog, how was the weekend? Get lucky?"
He felt shock coursing through the girl beneath him, apparently taken aback by his brazenness. Garrett calmly reached down, grabbing the long, sleek black hair and effortlessly pushed her head down. The chick got the message and was soon lapping at is balls again.
"You know me bro, I always get lucky."
Casey laughed. From most guys that would be idle bragging but he knew Garrett could more than back it up.
"You gotta give me more than that."
Garrett smirked, grabbing hold of the black hair beneath him once more and dragging it upwards before pressing the hot girls willing mouth down onto his pole, immediately forcing it to the entrance of her throat and illiciting a terrified squeal of panic that she tried desperately to suppress.
"You remember that blonde chick I was banging a couple of months back?" Garrett responded, while the girl beneath him struggled to cope with his size.
"The uptight one who thought she could tame you?"
"That's the one. Got all prudish when I suggested a threesome. Then got real angry when I told her I don't fuck boring girls. I suppose it didn’t help that I kicked her out at 11pm, covered in cum and told her to pay for her own cab home."
Casey couldn't help letting out a braying laugh at that. "You're cold, bro. Stone cold."
"If a bitch won't give me easy access to her holes whenever I want then what's the point of wasting oxygen on them?"
While spewing out his misogyny, Garrett pressed down on the head in his lap, forcing more gurgling sounds to escape. He glanced down and saw the girl was frantically fingering herself. Bingo. If the slut was enjoying this that gave him the green light to ramp things up further.
"Truth, just most guys are too pussy whipped to admit it".
"Anyway, guess who I ran into at Matt's house party on Saturday night?"
Most guys who ran into a former flame who they'd treated like shit would be nervous to see them again. Not Garrett though.
"She wasn't?"
"Oh yes she was. She must have known I'd be there cos she knows Matt is a mate. And I gotta hand it to her, she'd pulled out all the stops. Tits hanging out for all to see and a skirt that barely covered that pretty ass. She was chatting to some guys but kept glancing over at me, trying to see if her lame attempts at making me jealous were working."
Telling this story was making Garrett super horny, so he pressed harder on the slut beneath him, forcing his way deeper into her throat.
"Trying to play a player, that always ends well." Casey laughed, knowing just how many girls had tried those silly games over the years. They might work on beta boys but not on Garrett.
"Of course I just ignored her and instead went straight for her best mate. You know the one, brunette, pretty face, tight body. Her tits weren't up to my usual standards but she was a solid 7, which was good enough."
"I can see where this is going," laughed Casey.
"It didn't take long, a mid girl like that isn't used to a guy like me turning on the charm. Within ten minutes she was pawing at my crotch while we made out. Within twenty she was on Matt's bed, on her back, while I pounded her into the mattress".
Garrett was getting really worked up now, bragging about his sexploits. He couldn’t resist standing up, dragging the girl beneath him upwards so he could start fucking her face. Spittle was flying over his prick, making it easier to force more inches down her gullet. She was still trying to suppress the noise she was making but that was getting harder with each thrust.
"So there I am banging her brains out when suddenly the door bursts open. You know me, I'm not one to break my rhythm for anything so I kept hammering away. Of course it was the hot blond."
"What a shock".
"Yeah, I wasn't exactly discreet about what I was doing. Threw out the bait and she just couldn't resist finding out what me and her bestie were getting up to."
"Talk about playing the game on a whole different level!" exclaimed Casey.
Garrett laughed. The arrogant laugh of a fuckboy enjoying bragging to his mate while getting his knob polished.
"Yeah, different league bro. Should have seen the stuck up bitches face, watching in horror as her best mate writhed underneath me. Before either of us could do anything the brunette starts screeching like a banshee and squirting everywhere.
"Holy shit bro."
"It was all too much for her, so I decided to give her a break from the fuck of her life. My dick was granite hard and slaps straight up against my abs. The blonde can't drag her eyes away from it. You know what these bitches are like."
"Sure do bro, why do you think I always tried so hard to fuck girls before you. Wouldn't have a chance once you'd pounded them with that battering ram of yours."
Garrett smirked at that. He loved it when guys were deferential to him. He and Casey might be mates but they both knew who the top dog was. It only made him fuck the mouth beneath him more aggressively, making it harder and harder for her to stay quiet enough to avoid detection.
"When I get about a foot away I just ask her calmly if she likes what she sees. Her face is an absolute picture, she really doesn't want to admit how turned on she is. But her body betrays her and she can't stop her hand from going underneath her skirt and start fingering herself. Eventually she can't resist any longer and just says yes in the meekest, quietest voice."
"But that wasn't enough for you, was it?"
"Of course not, the uptight bitch needed to be taught a lesson. So I tell her I can't hear her. She says yes again, a bit louder this time. What do you like, I ask her. You know, she responds. Tell me, I demand. And then it just erupts as she rushes towards me. I like this big, fat, hard cock. I like the way you fuck my tight holes. I like how you treat me, like I'm just a disposable whore. Her face is flushed and her fingering is frantic now as she grabs my dick, soaked in her best friends cunt juice."
"Damn bro, she must have been hung up on you for weeks."
"And of course I milked that for all it was worth. I calmly took her hand off my dick, stepped back a few paces and asked if she remembered what I'd said to her before kicking her out of my penthouse. In a heartbeat she said, you don't fuck boring girls. Like it had been etched on her soul."
Casey laughed. "You know that hard been swirling round her head all that time. Making her question whether she really was boring."
"For sure bro, that slut had been thinking of nothing else. That's why you gotta gaslight them. Make them think there's something wrong with them that they need to fix if they want another hook up."
"Like I said bro, you're stone cold!"
The girl beneath Garrett was really starting to gag now, as his horniness made him lose control. He didn't let it stop him ploughing on with his story though while he ploughed her mouth cunt.
"That's it babe, choke on that dick."
Garrett relaxed into his office chair and smiled as he looked down at the cute girl underneath him. Life was good when this was the start to your week.
The poor girl was starting to gag on his prick as she struggled to take it to the base. In an uncharacteristic show of mercy he dragged her off his pole, watching with pride as his mammoth tool emerged from the girls petite mouth. Strands of saliva hung from her lips, her red lipstick ruined as she looked up at him with a mixture of adoration and need.
Garrett was used to that look, he'd seen it so many times before and it never got tired.
This morning servicing was one of the many perks that came with the promotion he'd secured a few months ago when he became the youngest VP the bank had seen in decades and got given this spacious office with black out windows.
It still gave him such a thrill, having a hot chick under his desk blowing him while he looked out at the office full of busy workers. They were the grunts doing the work while he broke in his latest conquest.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked sternly.
The girl looked confused.
"Suck my balls you dumb slut".
In an instant her face was buried in Garrett's crotch, giving his nuts an eager tongue bath.
Garrett looked down at his dick which covered the entirety of the girls face and sighed contentedly as she slobbering in a desperate attempt to please him. He reached down, grabbed his cock and smacked it against her face, reinforcing his dominance even further.
Garrett was used to seeing girls in this position, it was amazing what bitches were willing to do once they'd be broken in. When you looked like Garrett it was almost too easy. Standing at 6 foot 3, with bleach blond hair, blue eyes and muscles in all the right places Garrett was the complete package and that was before you factored in the truncheon between his legs.
He loved the thrill of the chase. Like an apex predator he tracked his prey, presented himself as the charming surfer dude there to sweep them off their feet before moving in for the kill and turning them into mindless fuck dolls.
The sound of the girls slurps were interrupted suddenly by the piercing ring of his phone. Annoyed, Garrett dragged his attention away from the cock worship to see who was stupid enough to disturb him.
His annoyance was cut short when he saw it was Casey calling. He and Casey went way back. They'd met as pledges and spent the best years of their lives together as frat brothers before both deciding that investment banking was where the real money was. There weren't many secrets between guys that had spit roasted and DP'd more girls than they could count together. There was nothing to hide and with a grin Garrett answered the call, putting it on speaker.
"Yo G dog, how was the weekend? Get lucky?"
He felt shock coursing through the girl beneath him, apparently taken aback by his brazenness. Garrett calmly reached down, grabbing the long, sleek black hair and effortlessly pushed her head down. The chick got the message and was soon lapping at is balls again.
"You know me bro, I always get lucky."
Casey laughed. From most guys that would be idle bragging but he knew Garrett could more than back it up.
"You gotta give me more than that."
Garrett smirked, grabbing hold of the black hair beneath him once more and dragging it upwards before pressing the hot girls willing mouth down onto his pole, immediately forcing it to the entrance of her throat and illiciting a terrified squeal of panic that she tried desperately to suppress.
"You remember that blonde chick I was banging a couple of months back?" Garrett responded, while the girl beneath him struggled to cope with his size.
"The uptight one who thought she could tame you?"
"That's the one. Got all prudish when I suggested a threesome. Then got real angry when I told her I don't fuck boring girls. I suppose it didn’t help that I kicked her out at 11pm, covered in cum and told her to pay for her own cab home."
Casey couldn't help letting out a braying laugh at that. "You're cold, bro. Stone cold."
"If a bitch won't give me easy access to her holes whenever I want then what's the point of wasting oxygen on them?"
While spewing out his misogyny, Garrett pressed down on the head in his lap, forcing more gurgling sounds to escape. He glanced down and saw the girl was frantically fingering herself. Bingo. If the slut was enjoying this that gave him the green light to ramp things up further.
"Truth, just most guys are too pussy whipped to admit it".
"Anyway, guess who I ran into at Matt's house party on Saturday night?"
Most guys who ran into a former flame who they'd treated like shit would be nervous to see them again. Not Garrett though.
"She wasn't?"
"Oh yes she was. She must have known I'd be there cos she knows Matt is a mate. And I gotta hand it to her, she'd pulled out all the stops. Tits hanging out for all to see and a skirt that barely covered that pretty ass. She was chatting to some guys but kept glancing over at me, trying to see if her lame attempts at making me jealous were working."
Telling this story was making Garrett super horny, so he pressed harder on the slut beneath him, forcing his way deeper into her throat.
"Trying to play a player, that always ends well." Casey laughed, knowing just how many girls had tried those silly games over the years. They might work on beta boys but not on Garrett.
"Of course I just ignored her and instead went straight for her best mate. You know the one, brunette, pretty face, tight body. Her tits weren't up to my usual standards but she was a solid 7, which was good enough."
"I can see where this is going," laughed Casey.
"It didn't take long, a mid girl like that isn't used to a guy like me turning on the charm. Within ten minutes she was pawing at my crotch while we made out. Within twenty she was on Matt's bed, on her back, while I pounded her into the mattress".
Garrett was getting really worked up now, bragging about his sexploits. He couldn’t resist standing up, dragging the girl beneath him upwards so he could start fucking her face. Spittle was flying over his prick, making it easier to force more inches down her gullet. She was still trying to suppress the noise she was making but that was getting harder with each thrust.
"So there I am banging her brains out when suddenly the door bursts open. You know me, I'm not one to break my rhythm for anything so I kept hammering away. Of course it was the hot blond."
"What a shock".
"Yeah, I wasn't exactly discreet about what I was doing. Threw out the bait and she just couldn't resist finding out what me and her bestie were getting up to."
"Talk about playing the game on a whole different level!" exclaimed Casey.
Garrett laughed. The arrogant laugh of a fuckboy enjoying bragging to his mate while getting his knob polished.
"Yeah, different league bro. Should have seen the stuck up bitches face, watching in horror as her best mate writhed underneath me. Before either of us could do anything the brunette starts screeching like a banshee and squirting everywhere.
"Holy shit bro."
"It was all too much for her, so I decided to give her a break from the fuck of her life. My dick was granite hard and slaps straight up against my abs. The blonde can't drag her eyes away from it. You know what these bitches are like."
"Sure do bro, why do you think I always tried so hard to fuck girls before you. Wouldn't have a chance once you'd pounded them with that battering ram of yours."
Garrett smirked at that. He loved it when guys were deferential to him. He and Casey might be mates but they both knew who the top dog was. It only made him fuck the mouth beneath him more aggressively, making it harder and harder for her to stay quiet enough to avoid detection.
"When I get about a foot away I just ask her calmly if she likes what she sees. Her face is an absolute picture, she really doesn't want to admit how turned on she is. But her body betrays her and she can't stop her hand from going underneath her skirt and start fingering herself. Eventually she can't resist any longer and just says yes in the meekest, quietest voice."
"But that wasn't enough for you, was it?"
"Of course not, the uptight bitch needed to be taught a lesson. So I tell her I can't hear her. She says yes again, a bit louder this time. What do you like, I ask her. You know, she responds. Tell me, I demand. And then it just erupts as she rushes towards me. I like this big, fat, hard cock. I like the way you fuck my tight holes. I like how you treat me, like I'm just a disposable whore. Her face is flushed and her fingering is frantic now as she grabs my dick, soaked in her best friends cunt juice."
"Damn bro, she must have been hung up on you for weeks."
"And of course I milked that for all it was worth. I calmly took her hand off my dick, stepped back a few paces and asked if she remembered what I'd said to her before kicking her out of my penthouse. In a heartbeat she said, you don't fuck boring girls. Like it had been etched on her soul."
Casey laughed. "You know that hard been swirling round her head all that time. Making her question whether she really was boring."
"For sure bro, that slut had been thinking of nothing else. That's why you gotta gaslight them. Make them think there's something wrong with them that they need to fix if they want another hook up."
"Like I said bro, you're stone cold!"
The girl beneath Garrett was really starting to gag now, as his horniness made him lose control. He didn't let it stop him ploughing on with his story though while he ploughed her mouth cunt.
