I opened the glass door into a narrow hallway. At the end was a security guard sitting at his desk. He looked over at me while adjusting his hat. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. My destination was the two tall stainless steel doors beside him and he was in my way.

I text you “I’m here” and made my way towards the security desk. At first, I counted the tiles on the floor. I did anything to avoid eye contact. I could feel the intense stare of the security, and I wondered, does he know?

I checked my phone, there’s no text from you. This didn’t make me feel better. I anxiously scrolled through my phone till I could no longer avoid the security.

“Hello, how can I help you?” He stood up sliding a clipboard with a sign in sheet. I froze for a second. Do I sign in? What do I tell him? Do I let him know I'm about to get my throat coated with cum? That moment felt like an eternity! My lips opened. I screamed inside hoping whatever came out made sense. When I heard the elevator doors open. Ding!

I recognized the face from the pictures. You adjusted your watch before signaling me to get in the elevator. I quickly put the clipboard down and did what you said.

The doors closed behind me. I turned around to face them. I studied your reflection from the doors. You were a short sexy Latino. Your hair slick back, with strong masculine face features. You cologne filled the small space with a pleasurable aroma. I couldn’t believe I was about to please you.

“Do you do this often?” You asked. I kept looking forward. “About once a week, when I find the right guy.” There was a pause. “Your stories are hot, are they really real?” You looked over at me in disbelief. “You’re about to find out.” I looked over at you with a smirk.

The elevator opened. In front of us was an open space filled with cubicles. A contrast from the narrow space I took to get here. Along the left side were big half circle windows that looked over one of El Paso’s major streets. On the right was a row of personal offices just a step up from the cubicles. Each office had beautiful intricate French doors that open towards the cubicles.

We walked towards the middle pathway. Each space had detailed floor plans or blueprints for buildings. I wonder if you were an architect.

Not much was said. I quietly followed you. You left traces of your great smelling cologne behind you. Luckily for me, I was taking it in.

You take a turn to the right and walk towards one of the offices. I imagine this is where I’ll be draining you. We take a step up into what looks like a conference room.

In the room is a long wooden table with maroon chairs. Some of those blue prints I saw in the cubicles are framed around the room. You turned to look at me, “is here fine?” I looked around and wondered when everyone would be back. “Won’t we be caught?” I was concerned. “No, it’s Friday and everyone has a long lunch.”

You didn’t wait for an answer. You kicked off your shoes and began unbuttoning your pants. I nervously looked over my shoulder but watching you slowly undress made me horny.

You sat on a chair at the end of the conference table. I was both turned on and found it funny that you kept your sox on. I walked over to you and lowered my face till my mouth reached your smooth velvety head. I then slide my tongue under your head. Drops of your precum soaked into my tongue. I couldn’t help it. I moaned from your great tasting precum.

You also kept your blue polo shirt on and picked it up enough to expose your smooth stomach. I reached up and rubbed your stomach while twirling my tongue around your head. I glanced up and noticed you smiling. My mouth must feel good and we just got started.

My tongue went to either side of your shaft then back all around your head. I lower my face in a spiral until my lips pressed against your trimmed pubes. “Oh fuck yeah” you whispered. I left it there for a few seconds, massaging the head with my throat muscles and caressing the shaft with my tongue, before coming back up.

You stand up, pulling the front of your shirt over your head and wearing it like a vest. I see your smooth chest. Your tanned nipples are perking up. “Play with my nipples, you tell me.” I did as you asked.

You sit back down. My mouth continued to explore and worshiped your cock. The tips of my fingers slowly circulated your nipples. I’d then surprised you with gentle pinching. You enjoyed this. Your cock would stretch out my mouth inflating till it’s limit.

You pull up my hand and lean down towards my fingers. I feel your lips against my fingers before entering your mouth. Your mouth is soft and warm. This is really turning me on. You suck on them and leave them drenched in saliva for me to play with your nipples.

We both were lost in the moment. Enjoying each other’s pleasure. When something stopped us. We heard the elevator doors open.

You quickly stood up and walked towards the open French doors. You peaked out on your tippy toes on the edge of the step. I nervously waited on my knees. I couldn’t help however, admire your body. Your legs flexed, tightening up from your calves all the way to your round butt. My mouth watered. I wanted a taste.

“I think we are in the clear. The elevators open on their own sometimes.” Still keeping a lookout.

I couldn’t help it. I walked over to you. You turned to look at me when I slid between your legs and sat on the step. Your bare ass at my face.

I buried my face between your soft cheeks. “Ahhh….” You moaned, bending down towards my face, as if you were sitting down. You held on to the door frame for balance as I twirl my tongue in your smooth hole. “Get in deeper” you demand it. With your free hand you shoved my face further in your ass. You really wanted my tongue deep in you.

You took a step down and turned around. I was still sitting on the step. In front of me was your engorged cock dripping with precum. I began to throat it. The sensation of deep-throating a man and having his big, thick cock cram in my mouth was more than arousing.

You grabbed on to each side of my head and fucked my mouth. My throat made gurgle noises as you repeatedly rammed your shaft in me. I held on to your ass. I can feel it flexed with every thrust.

With tears running down from my eyes I look up towards you. Your head was leaned back. Your eyes closed and your mouth wide open.

I wrapped my soft lips tighter. “Just like that… just like that” you tell me quietly. My mouth squeezed your shaft with the perfect pressure. My tongue massaged the entire length of your cock as it went in and out.

I noticed you were picking up speed with no sign of stopping. I can feel your body tense up. Your breathing got heavier. Your dick was so swollen it was stretching out my mouth. Like a volcano of pleasure that had been building up inside you, you erupted. You started to ejaculate streams of hot cum into the mouth. I tried to swallow every last drop but some cum escaped my lips. It was everywhere! Dripping from my fingers, face, and all over my chest.

When you finally opened your eyes you noticed the mess. “Oh here, let me get you some paper towels.” You rushed off towards a middle office. Still dripping cum. I found it funny.

You came back with a few paper towels wrapped around your arm. “I’m sorry I made a mess.” You were apologetic. “Don’t apologize, did you have fun?” I ask. “Are you kidding me? I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.” This made me smile. “So, am I as good as my stories?” I was curious. “You’re better.”