The Businessman

You decided the businessman needed a good fucking. You recognised him as Juan Zambrano, the CEO of a company in town, 'Hello', that sold phones. He was only young, as it was a family business, and his father got diagnosed with dementia, so he couldn't run it. He was dressed in a well fitting suit; dark pants, blue shirt, black tie and dark blazer, all of it probably costing more than your future.

"Yes Mr. Gully, I'll make sure your company can be easily integrated in no time." You heard the businessman saying.

It was a known fact across town that 'Hello' and Mr. Gully's company, 'ConnectCell', had been trying to merge for months now. This was obviously an important call and you knew you were about to ruin it. That was hot. You slipped on the ring and focused on the seat next to Juan.

"So with your portable products and add ons, and our landli- what the fuck?" You heard him say, glancing at the cock next to him, "No, not you Mr. Gully… yes, it was coarse language… I'm sorry…"

Juan began to stroke your dick, face twisted as to why he was doing such an act. You sat back and enjoyed the handjob the Ecuadorian businessman was giving you.

"So, um, another idea I was, uh, thinking, um, was expanding, mmm, from just phones…" Juan struggled to keep the topic, transfixed on your dick, "Why don't you, you provide some, uh, ideas!"

Instantly, the cute CEO lent down to begin blowing your cock. You groaned lightly as his tongue ran up and down your length, tracing the veins that ran down your penis. The businessman was constantly humming as he blew you, making, "hmm" and "mmm" sounds to make it sound as if he was agreeing with Mr. Gully. You nearly came as he began tonguing your piss slit, as he gathered all your precum. After a while, he pulled off.

"Well, those are some very intriguing ideas, Mr. Gully…" Juan said, his free hand finding his pants, "But your suggestion we should should shut down the production of landlines is potentially a contract TEARER!"

With that, he ripped a hole in his suit pants. You weren't sure what you were more surprised at: the fact no one else looked up when he tore his pants, that this wealthy businessman was wearing no underwear, or the fact his arse was completely hairless! His olive ass was as smooth as the day he was born, and looked so edible. You kept in mind you might need a taste before you go.

"I don't know what's going on…" he whispered to himself, absolutely terrified as he lined up the dick to his hole.

Finally, the CEO sunk down onto your dick. It took a lot of effort, but finally, your cock slipped into his tight entrance. You involuntary moaned at the tightness around your dick, causing Todd to give you a weird look.

"Okay, Mr. Gully, ugh, I see where you're coming from, ungh, but we can't, oh, give, oh, up landlines!" Juan struggled, slowly building a rhythm. "My whole family, ungh, has been, ooh, building an empire, uhh, on landlines…"

As Mr. Gully explained something, Juan covered the speaker, and moaned.

"What the fucks going on…" he quietly groaned, aware of the other passengers, "Why does it feel good? Oh shit! I ain't gay! Oh fuck me!"

You suppressed a moan at his little crisis.

"Mr. Gully!" He returned, face scrunched up, "I get your, oh, your point of view, ugh, but think of the, ungh, families, oh, elderly, yes, companies, ah, and me, oh, who need this!"

He began to bounce enthusiastically, close to breaking point.

"Think of the, ah, company, ungh, my grandfather, oh, built, yes, my father raised, yes, and I'm growing, oh god, think of me, me, oH FUCK ME!"

The CEO screamed as he orgasmed, shooting a load into his pants, as the stain appeared immediately. His already tight arse squeezed any resistance out of you, as you shot your own hefty load, jets of cum filling up his hole.

"Mr. Gully, I'm so sor- Mr. Gully?" Juan frantically asked, "No! No! No!"

"Shh!" An older woman scolded him, "You've already been very disruptive today!"

"I-" he put his head in his hands, defeated.

You withdrew the ring, and grinned to yourself as you arrived at school.