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The Names James Hard-on--Part III free porn video
It was just Willy and I. The so-called "Knob-Job" and I as we were about to have my biggest challenge yet. Changing a strict "straight-ey."
The man that sat in front of me giving me an arrogant stare was still handsome in my opinion. $0-ish male, very rude to the ladies, I wouldn't dare call him a "gentleman..." a pig maybe.
I used to hate that nickname but it fit this man nicely.
He had a disappointed tone in his voice. "So . . . what did you come here for?" I was a man not a "chick."
"First off I am surprised you didn't offer me a drink."
"I didn't think I to seeing how I don't yet know what you are here for, why should I? Are we going to make some kind of deal? What is it?"
I kept eyeing the brandy on the wooden shelf behind him. I was never a tough drinker but I did have a plan. A plan that would do him in good...
"I want to know an important piece of business. I hear that you helped fund a very unusual project, one that would, in the right person's hands, deter the people of the world from being able to fuck. Am I right about that?"
"Well... I don't know. I don't think I know anything about that, buddy." He rubbed two of his fingers. "I have a feeling a certain man named 'Benjamin' might be able to help me remember the details.
I sighed. I knew that it was unprofessional to give into a bribe but I saw a great opportunity... a way I could place him into my hands. Well not exactly, I was hoping.
I slipped out a one-hundred dollar bill. I then straightened it between my hands, twice. Ptatt-tattt! "You mean this Benjamin?"
"Hmm." he said. "Maybe. Let me have a good look at him and see if it will ring my bell."
"Not until you give me a drink."
"Fine." he said, getting two glasses. "We'll play by your game."
Let's play ball, I wondered with hidden but giddy excitement.
He poured them out. "So, James. Do you like the lady that was in hear a moment ago."
"Leave the 'lady' out of this right now. I have come to see you."
"And why do you have to see me. I told you I know nothing about anything that you are talking about?"
"Really?"
I grabbed across the table and picked up a framed picture that was nicely propped up on top of it. "Hmm. Looks like you have a wife am I correct?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I think that it is such an awful shame that a man with such a rebellious tongue would be committed to such a beautiful woman."
"Leave my wife out of this!"
"I find it unfair that you treat such a dame this way when a woman at home thinks you go hear and actually work... instead of chase other skirts."
"What?! Well fu---" and he struck his arm across the table to grab me. I immediately found a way to turn have at his wrist (which was very hairy by the way! I love hairy men!!) and twist it partially towards his back. I couldn't get it very far since I was across the table.
"Ow. Shit!" he muttered to himself.
"Why don't we just calm it all down now? Willy, I wouldn't want you to be upset. Relax. Relax."
It was the perfect distraction as I slipped something "special" into his drink.
He settled down, sat down, and then swallowed his drink with one gulp. Just to show I was okay with drinking I had about half of mine.
"You a lightweight?"
"No. I just have a license to drive."
I chatted him up for a few moments waiting with a slight boner (I wouldn't dare let notice it...) as he talked about his job.
"We are mostly a financer of other companies. While we have our own business, some other people who need a little green help just come by and make a deal with us. We can pretty much help out anyone. The main reason I agreed to finance this deal was mainly the guy who spoke to me was a pretty damn ugly bloke and I was glad it would stop him from fucking . Looked like he probably wouldn't want to fuck anyone anyway, by the ugly bored look on his face."
"Uh huh. Well... there had to be another reason you did it, right? You are not really that petty are you?"
"Well he gave us a good piece of the profits. I know that pretty soon we will all miss fucking around but at least I am not taking the d**g."
"What kind of d**g is it?"
"It is some kind of strange cream. Kind of green. I was given a lot of information about it but a lot of the ingredients were technical and that shit just flew right over my head!"
"Uh huh. So did he promise any girls?"
"What? You mean like the Nice Tits you brought in earlier? I don't know about her but he seemed kind of vague on promising me any pussy."
"Really. And just what kind of pussy do you like...?" I was trying to get the special d**g I gave him to activate (guess what part of the body gets it going...?).
"Hmm. I like girls that are twenty or so. Sometimes thirty year olds. Redheads are pretty hot. Of course I would like it if a woman would..."
He stopped. "Something wrong?" I asked.
His face got red. "Nothing." then a moment later. "Oh shit!" He couldn't help but get even redder and I didn't dare give him the idea that I caused it (I didn't dare look "south". Yet...).
"What is wrong?"
"Damn. I think I got a hard-on but it's.... aah!"
"Uncomfortable?"
"Well. Yeah."
"Judging by the pain you are telling me it would be a good idea to just let your Johnson out to breathe."
"What?!"
"I know what I am talking about."
"Did you give me something? What are you a fag?"
"Not really. Just a good interrogator."
I could see in his gray pants the visible penis line stretching down his left pant leg. He had to let it out or else it would explode right there! I am honest believe it or not, even to my enemies.
With great embarrassment he turned around and I heard him unzip. He looked down. "Shit! What did you give me?"
"A hyper-aphrodisiac. It is something my agency funds and is one of our many gadgets. Let's just say compared to our other products I took it fairly easy on you."
"Well what should I do, you asshole??!"
"Stop calling me names and answer my questions and I will tell you."
I could tell that he was afraid to touch his hardened prick. It was a good idea though.
I continued. "If you touch your cock in the next three minutes or so you will experience a big 'relief' if you know what I mean. You might just cum all over your desk if you're not careful. And your wife I am sure wouldn't believe you one bit unless she thinks you were messing around up here."
"I will tell you whatever you want just... stop this!"
"Okay. Was the man who came here named Noblofeld."
"I think you know it is!! Come on! Think of his fuckin' name! Arrgh."
"Well answer me this. Where is his factory?"
"Fuck you!"
I ran around the desk, grabbed his shoulders as he cried "No! Don't touch i--!!" and turned him around. In one strong swoop I pushed him against the back wall. He started to sweat.
He didn't say a word as I got out some tape and taped his arms against the wall on the small wooden board with post-it notes and tacks.
He made a noise that I couldn't tell was pleasure or humiliation. Probably confused at the situation so a bit of both!
I finally looked down. He had an enormous cock. It was staring out at me and I could see peeking out above it just a nice tuft of blackish maybe graying pubes. It was a shame I didn't get to see all of him. I am sure he was one hell of a piece of meat (well, including the one that was poking close to my belt anyway)!
"Now. I don't want to do this... until you give me answers, Willy."
"I was told not to say anything. It was part of the deal!!"
"Oh really." I got down on my knees opened my eyes and as his sweating turned into shaking with fear I pretended to give him oral. He freaked out and stayed very still as my mouth went over his cock (not touching his head or his penis! I got more than just special agent skills, you know). I backed off.
"OKAY!! I'll tell you."
"Tell me or I will play with your nipples. I know that will probably get your head nice and oozy. Then you will beg me to get you off!!"
"He had his early version of it located in New York City. But he was able to make a final and more successful version of it when he got to some University there. They helped him fine tune it and he is hoping to unveil it or something in Switzerland."
"Where in Switzerland??!"
"I don't know!! This is all I know please!! Stop this shit!! I just want my prick to go down!"
"Okay. Damn you are straight as hell!" I chuckled a little. I wasn't serious. I was a "gentleman." Sort of.
"The d**g wears off in a few hours."
"Hours?!!"
I almost chuckled when I thought of what I was about to do. "Yeah."
"You are a fucking asshole!!"
"Well you are a cumming cockhead." Then I put the hundred-dollar bill around his cock, quickly teased the cockhead, which sent him over the edge.
I was shocked at his screaming orgasm. Pleasure was twisted with his yell as he shot his load at four feet to the back of his chair. It spurted twice and spattered there then it got all onto the floor. He gasped and kept yelling as his once swollen prick went down and continued to give a few squirts that only spit more gobs of spunk and they ran down the front of his pants and added to the collection on the carpet.
Then before I left I justified my action. "That keeps you from losing your cock. Wanking off before it wears off stops its power from staying on. If you kept that erection until it wore off your penis would have become damaged permanently. I just saved your dick, you bastard." and I went out the door. I couldn't help but chuckle when before I stepped out into the hallway I heard a beep and then the secretary speak through the phone. "William. Your wife is coming to see you in a few minutes. Should I tell her to come in?"
I met Jessica Chastity who was down the hall near the elevator.
The man that sat in front of me giving me an arrogant stare was still handsome in my opinion. $0-ish male, very rude to the ladies, I wouldn't dare call him a "gentleman..." a pig maybe.
I used to hate that nickname but it fit this man nicely.
He had a disappointed tone in his voice. "So . . . what did you come here for?" I was a man not a "chick."
"First off I am surprised you didn't offer me a drink."
"I didn't think I to seeing how I don't yet know what you are here for, why should I? Are we going to make some kind of deal? What is it?"
I kept eyeing the brandy on the wooden shelf behind him. I was never a tough drinker but I did have a plan. A plan that would do him in good...
"I want to know an important piece of business. I hear that you helped fund a very unusual project, one that would, in the right person's hands, deter the people of the world from being able to fuck. Am I right about that?"
"Well... I don't know. I don't think I know anything about that, buddy." He rubbed two of his fingers. "I have a feeling a certain man named 'Benjamin' might be able to help me remember the details.
I sighed. I knew that it was unprofessional to give into a bribe but I saw a great opportunity... a way I could place him into my hands. Well not exactly, I was hoping.
I slipped out a one-hundred dollar bill. I then straightened it between my hands, twice. Ptatt-tattt! "You mean this Benjamin?"
"Hmm." he said. "Maybe. Let me have a good look at him and see if it will ring my bell."
"Not until you give me a drink."
"Fine." he said, getting two glasses. "We'll play by your game."
Let's play ball, I wondered with hidden but giddy excitement.
He poured them out. "So, James. Do you like the lady that was in hear a moment ago."
"Leave the 'lady' out of this right now. I have come to see you."
"And why do you have to see me. I told you I know nothing about anything that you are talking about?"
"Really?"
I grabbed across the table and picked up a framed picture that was nicely propped up on top of it. "Hmm. Looks like you have a wife am I correct?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I think that it is such an awful shame that a man with such a rebellious tongue would be committed to such a beautiful woman."
"Leave my wife out of this!"
"I find it unfair that you treat such a dame this way when a woman at home thinks you go hear and actually work... instead of chase other skirts."
"What?! Well fu---" and he struck his arm across the table to grab me. I immediately found a way to turn have at his wrist (which was very hairy by the way! I love hairy men!!) and twist it partially towards his back. I couldn't get it very far since I was across the table.
"Ow. Shit!" he muttered to himself.
"Why don't we just calm it all down now? Willy, I wouldn't want you to be upset. Relax. Relax."
It was the perfect distraction as I slipped something "special" into his drink.
He settled down, sat down, and then swallowed his drink with one gulp. Just to show I was okay with drinking I had about half of mine.
"You a lightweight?"
"No. I just have a license to drive."
I chatted him up for a few moments waiting with a slight boner (I wouldn't dare let notice it...) as he talked about his job.
"We are mostly a financer of other companies. While we have our own business, some other people who need a little green help just come by and make a deal with us. We can pretty much help out anyone. The main reason I agreed to finance this deal was mainly the guy who spoke to me was a pretty damn ugly bloke and I was glad it would stop him from fucking . Looked like he probably wouldn't want to fuck anyone anyway, by the ugly bored look on his face."
"Uh huh. Well... there had to be another reason you did it, right? You are not really that petty are you?"
"Well he gave us a good piece of the profits. I know that pretty soon we will all miss fucking around but at least I am not taking the d**g."
"What kind of d**g is it?"
"It is some kind of strange cream. Kind of green. I was given a lot of information about it but a lot of the ingredients were technical and that shit just flew right over my head!"
"Uh huh. So did he promise any girls?"
"What? You mean like the Nice Tits you brought in earlier? I don't know about her but he seemed kind of vague on promising me any pussy."
"Really. And just what kind of pussy do you like...?" I was trying to get the special d**g I gave him to activate (guess what part of the body gets it going...?).
"Hmm. I like girls that are twenty or so. Sometimes thirty year olds. Redheads are pretty hot. Of course I would like it if a woman would..."
He stopped. "Something wrong?" I asked.
His face got red. "Nothing." then a moment later. "Oh shit!" He couldn't help but get even redder and I didn't dare give him the idea that I caused it (I didn't dare look "south". Yet...).
"What is wrong?"
"Damn. I think I got a hard-on but it's.... aah!"
"Uncomfortable?"
"Well. Yeah."
"Judging by the pain you are telling me it would be a good idea to just let your Johnson out to breathe."
"What?!"
"I know what I am talking about."
"Did you give me something? What are you a fag?"
"Not really. Just a good interrogator."
I could see in his gray pants the visible penis line stretching down his left pant leg. He had to let it out or else it would explode right there! I am honest believe it or not, even to my enemies.
With great embarrassment he turned around and I heard him unzip. He looked down. "Shit! What did you give me?"
"A hyper-aphrodisiac. It is something my agency funds and is one of our many gadgets. Let's just say compared to our other products I took it fairly easy on you."
"Well what should I do, you asshole??!"
"Stop calling me names and answer my questions and I will tell you."
I could tell that he was afraid to touch his hardened prick. It was a good idea though.
I continued. "If you touch your cock in the next three minutes or so you will experience a big 'relief' if you know what I mean. You might just cum all over your desk if you're not careful. And your wife I am sure wouldn't believe you one bit unless she thinks you were messing around up here."
"I will tell you whatever you want just... stop this!"
"Okay. Was the man who came here named Noblofeld."
"I think you know it is!! Come on! Think of his fuckin' name! Arrgh."
"Well answer me this. Where is his factory?"
"Fuck you!"
I ran around the desk, grabbed his shoulders as he cried "No! Don't touch i--!!" and turned him around. In one strong swoop I pushed him against the back wall. He started to sweat.
He didn't say a word as I got out some tape and taped his arms against the wall on the small wooden board with post-it notes and tacks.
He made a noise that I couldn't tell was pleasure or humiliation. Probably confused at the situation so a bit of both!
I finally looked down. He had an enormous cock. It was staring out at me and I could see peeking out above it just a nice tuft of blackish maybe graying pubes. It was a shame I didn't get to see all of him. I am sure he was one hell of a piece of meat (well, including the one that was poking close to my belt anyway)!
"Now. I don't want to do this... until you give me answers, Willy."
"I was told not to say anything. It was part of the deal!!"
"Oh really." I got down on my knees opened my eyes and as his sweating turned into shaking with fear I pretended to give him oral. He freaked out and stayed very still as my mouth went over his cock (not touching his head or his penis! I got more than just special agent skills, you know). I backed off.
"OKAY!! I'll tell you."
"Tell me or I will play with your nipples. I know that will probably get your head nice and oozy. Then you will beg me to get you off!!"
"He had his early version of it located in New York City. But he was able to make a final and more successful version of it when he got to some University there. They helped him fine tune it and he is hoping to unveil it or something in Switzerland."
"Where in Switzerland??!"
"I don't know!! This is all I know please!! Stop this shit!! I just want my prick to go down!"
"Okay. Damn you are straight as hell!" I chuckled a little. I wasn't serious. I was a "gentleman." Sort of.
"The d**g wears off in a few hours."
"Hours?!!"
I almost chuckled when I thought of what I was about to do. "Yeah."
"You are a fucking asshole!!"
"Well you are a cumming cockhead." Then I put the hundred-dollar bill around his cock, quickly teased the cockhead, which sent him over the edge.
I was shocked at his screaming orgasm. Pleasure was twisted with his yell as he shot his load at four feet to the back of his chair. It spurted twice and spattered there then it got all onto the floor. He gasped and kept yelling as his once swollen prick went down and continued to give a few squirts that only spit more gobs of spunk and they ran down the front of his pants and added to the collection on the carpet.
Then before I left I justified my action. "That keeps you from losing your cock. Wanking off before it wears off stops its power from staying on. If you kept that erection until it wore off your penis would have become damaged permanently. I just saved your dick, you bastard." and I went out the door. I couldn't help but chuckle when before I stepped out into the hallway I heard a beep and then the secretary speak through the phone. "William. Your wife is coming to see you in a few minutes. Should I tell her to come in?"
I met Jessica Chastity who was down the hall near the elevator.
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