The Naked Assistant - Part 2 (Patreon)

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I did kiss it, and the feeling inside me when I did, was like nothing I'd felt before. He was fresh, yet his musk was heavy in my nose as my lips puckered against the soft skin. He wanted me to worship him, and even though I didn't particularly like the guy, he'd unleashed something in me that hadn't existed until now.

"Kiss the head" he ordered, hands on his hips now as he watched me closely.

I felt it grow against my lips as I kissed the smooth glans. It had all happened so fast that I'd barely had time to fully wake up.

My cock ached between my legs as I continued kissing the man's rod, until finally he was as stiff as me.

"Now suck" he said, taking me by the head again, "and don't stop until I'm empty".

His voice was so demanding, and even the way he held me proved that in this moment, I was indeed his slave.

My heart raced as I took him into my mouth. He tasted wonderful, and it only got better as he pushed further down my throat.

I gagged, but he didn't care. He continued feeding his cock into me until my nose buried in his pubic hair and then began the brutal face fucking.

Matteo grabbed me by the ears, using them as handles to slam himself into my face. I wouldn't say that it hurt, but it was certainly relentless.

The guy was like a machine, hammering my throat with rapid power as I gagged saliva down my face. My eyes watered until I could hardly see, and the only sound from the room was my choking and his grunts.

Even my nose was running by the time Matteo gasped and groaned, and then finally I felt it.

Spurts of heavy, thick sperm began to gush into my aching, raw, throat. I didn't have an option to spit or swallow as the young Italian fed it directly into my stomach.

"Drink!" He hissed, keeping every inch of his long cock buried inside me, "drink it down".

When Matteo finally pulled away from me, I coughed and spluttered, desperately attempting to suck air into my lungs, until I managed to calm down, and looked up at him with red eyes.

"Not bad" he shrugged, as spit, pre-cum and sperm dripped from my face onto my cock. "Now let's go, we have work to do".

My head spun as I got sheepishly to my feet and followed him from the room. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened, but that made no difference. A few minutes later I was serving the young nudist coffee and cleaning up his desk for him.

By lunchtime, the events of the morning were still fresh in my head. How had I let myself be used like that? It was absurd, yet it was the hottest thing that had ever fucking happened to me. Every chance that I got I took a glance at Matteo's stunning cock.

"I have a meeting now" he told me, as I rearranged the books in his bookshelf in alphabetical order.

I nodded and walked toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Matteo scoffed, and I turned back.

He pointed at the small space under his desk before grabbing his flaccid cock and shaking it. "It's lunchtime" he told me, "so come and get your protein".

My mouth fell open, but I don't know why I was shocked. Matteo had already told me that he requires his balls to be emptied three times a day, and the idea of being violently throat fucked again was making my exposed cock twitch to life once more.

I walked back over to him and felt my cheeks burn as I got to my hands and knees and crawled under the desk. A moment later, Matteo tucked himself under and I was plunged mostly into darkness.

"Go slow" he told me, "this meeting will last an hour, and I don't want to cum until the last minute".

I leaned forward, placed my chin on the seat of the chair and took his soft cock into my mouth once more. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and rolled it back over the head as Matteo began to speak above me.

He was the owner of whatever company he had, but it made it no less weird that his entire workforce could see him topless. Little did they know what was happening off camera.

As Matteo started the meeting, he grew hard in my mouth and I began to slowly pleasure him with my tongue, lips and throat.

Minutes ticked by and I realised that I had no idea how to tell if he was close to cumming or not. What would he do if I made him cum before the last minute? Or worse, not at all? All of these thoughts were running through my head when his bare foot tapped against my low hanging balls and made me wince. Perhaps that was the cue to ease off.

I slowed my pace, paying attention to his wet, salty helmet as I lapped up his frenulum and swallowed the pre-cum that he fed me.

Another few minutes went by, though I had no way of telling just how long I'd been there for.

I continued sucking, licking and tonguing his rod until I felt another kick. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make me obey his earlier command. I slowed down, but his cock bulged and poured with pre-cum.

On and on it went, and I was surprised that he was able to conduct himself so well as I edged him with my mouth, and then finally I heard the tone of his voice change, and I somehow knew that the meeting was coming to an end.

I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, twisting my tongue around his helmet and playing with his wet balls in my hand. A moment later, he thrust a few times, and my mouth filled with warm cum. I was extremely thankful that I had managed to do it right.

I swallowed his load and he pulled his chair out as his cock softened once more.

"Maria should be in the kitchen" he told me, "tell her I want my usual, and get whatever you want for yourself".

I got to my feet and nodded, until the realisation of what I had to do hit me. I was naked, and Maria was unlikely to be a man. I gulped, but I'd already come this far.

The situation in the kitchen wasn't as bad as I had expected. Maria was a middle aged woman with very little English, and she didn't seem even remotely bothered by my nakedness. When I returned a short while later with two plates of food, Matteo grunted at me and we ate in silence.

I felt a little sorry for him as I ate my sandwich and watched him shovel his lunch down his throat with one hand and work with the other. He was only a few months older than me, yet our lives were starkly different. Back home I did very little other than go out with friends and go to school, but he didn't seem to have that luxury.

The rest of the day was spent giving him refills of coffee, filing paperwork and getting him snacks, and by the time he finished, I was admittedly exhausted.

"Come with me" he said as we left the office, and I did.

I followed him up another flight of stairs and through a door which led into something that looked like a huge apartment. I guess it was his part of the house.

"Get the lube from the drawer" he told me, pointing to it, "I don't use condoms so don't ask".

I squirmed as I realised that my workday wasn't over just yet. His cock was quite large, and I'd struggled with it in my mouth which was a noticeably larger opening than my butt. I grabbed the bottle regardless, and followed him into the living room.

"Bend over" he said, pointing to the plush sofa and taking the bottle off me.

This was certainly not how I expected to lose my virginity. As hot as he was, it felt as though he was simply checking a box, but I needed the money, so I, somewhat reluctantly, obeyed.

Bending over was a simple task, but there was something extremely humiliating about it. I had become his sex slave, plain and simple, and I existed only to serve him. It was confusing, but it was also making me incredibly horny.

"You're a virgin?" He asked, squirting the lube between my ass cheeks and sliding his finger along my hole.

I nodded and when I did, his finger pushed inside me and I gasped.

"Don't scream" he growled, "Maria will hear from the kitchen".

I bit down on my knuckle as Matteo slid a second finger into my tight hole and began to pump in and out of me, a moment later he removed his fingers and pushed his cock against me.

"Ready?" He asked, but before I had a chance to nod, he drove it into me and I yelped.

"Shush!" He snarled, spanking me, but the pain was quite intense.

He kept his cockhead inside me for a moment, perhaps allowing me to get used to the feeling, but he didn't seem like a very patient man, and a few seconds later he shoved more inside.

I squeezed the fabric on the sofa as he rammed deeper into my bowels, until finally I felt his balls press against me.

He grabbed me by the hips and proceeded to fuck me with force.

The pain dwindled after a moment, and was replaced by a pretty strong pleasure. I'd heard about the prostate before, but I'd never managed to find it myself. Matteo however, seemed to have the perfect cock to explore it, and after just a few minutes, every brutal stroke of his large tool sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

"You are my fuck slut now, Andrew" he growled, "you do what I say, when I say, understand?"

I nodded as I attempted to stave off the powerful orgasm that was approaching.

"Yes Sir!" He corrected, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head backwards.

"Yes Sir" I moaned, almost crying with the intense pleasure that was ripping through my body.

Matteo slammed into me at neck breaking speed until my cock began to shoot ropes of cum and I crumbled under the force of the orgasm.

It seemed to rush through my entire body, draining me from head to toe and making me dizzy with arousal. It must have been the longest orgasm I had ever had, but by the time it was over and my cock had softened, Matteo seemed no closer to finishing than he had at the start.

"Too bad" he hissed, pounding me harder, "now you'll just have to endure it".

The young Italian was correct. Almost twenty minutes of hard, deliberate fucking went by, all whilst my sensitive prostate was drilled painfully, and by the time he reached orgasm, my cock was being milked for the second time.

I could hardly talk as he filled me up from the back, and drained me from the front. He had the stamina of a fucking horse, but I was thankful that it was over.

He dragged his cock from my wrecked hole and wiped it across my ass cheeks before strolling casually over to the armchair and falling into it with the television controller in his hand.

"Seven in the morning" he said, "don't be late".

I lifted myself off the arm of the sofa, barely able to stand after the electrifying fucking, and looked down at the two loads of cum that had been fucked out of me.

I wiped sweat from my brow as I stared over at him, and once again felt a level of sympathy for him.

"Hey, Matteo" I said breathlessly, and he looked at me sternly. "Do you wanna go out or something?"

His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Out?" He asked, as though the concept was foreign to him. "Out where?"

I shrugged. "I don't know" I told him, "wherever you want".

He scoffed and waved his hand as if to dismiss me, so I turned on my feet and limped back toward the door.

"Wait" he sighed, and I glanced back, "I can take you into town" he said, as if it was me that needed to outing, "we can get a drink or something, I guess".

I could see the glimmer of happiness in his eye, but he was doing his best to hide it.

"Sweet" I nodded, "it's a date".