Yes, His Solely

He was the new employee. Within weeks everyone sung his praises. Around every corner, the bitches were gibbering over him. Even the two cunts whom I fucked regularly, got their panties wet for him. I despised the fucker. He invaded my territory. I put a plan in motion to destroy his papistical ass.

***

A Specialized Cooperative, we patrolled the city to ensure that it was clean and safe. I had been in my position for six years. With the expansion, management decided to employ individuals with greater theoretic knowledge to deal with psychological issues which the people we worked faced. This fucker arrived with two degrees from two of the top universities in the country. I knew I could not beat him on the academic front. The only way to defeat him was to get close to him and expose his weakness.

This plan, however, was wrecked when he bent me and thrust my tight sphincter with his thick towering tube.

***

There they go again...giggling at his fucking corny jokes. I slammed my office door shut to show my irritation.

"Some of us are busy working here!" I shouted, but it fell on oblivious ears.

I aired my frustration at our weekly staff meeting. I was shut down by everyone. The fucker sneered at me condescendingly. I had to change my tactic. I had to prod a more personable path. I staged a BFF façade. Soon we were bumping fists in the corridors. I complimented him on his exotic colognes. He flattered me when I was dressed to kill. A couple times he even gave me a bromance slap on my ass, which thrilled me. I deliberately invited him into my home.

The more time I spent with the fucker, the more I became enthralled by his character and his savoir faire. I even began using highfalutin jargon, like him. At my core, my resistance crumbled. I became infatuated by him. It terrified me shitless!

One afternoon, he was presenting a paper at a workshop. I was seated in the front row. I hung on his every word. I folded my legs when my cock got strenuously swollen. It was hard, to concentrate from that point forth. My eyes waltzed in unison with his expressive masculine hands, as he spoke and shared in that creamy baritone voice of his. And then, amidst a pause, my eyes landed on his burgeoning bulge. It was not unnoticed by him. The fucker brazenly adjusted his cock.

That evening, at the end of the workshop, I saw him cursing by his car, in the dark underground parking lot.

"Anything amiss?" I asked when I walked up to him.

"Not now, dude!" he spewed. "You think I can't read you. You think I can't see through your game!"

"I have no inkling of what you are talking about," I said. "Merely trying to assist."

"Sorry man," he called after me as I walked off. "It was a stressful day: the presentation; my fiancé calling off our wedding; and now my fucking car remote is fucked, and my phone is flat," he managed a wry grin.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"Can you drop me back at the office? I am sure I have a spare set of keys in my draw," he pleaded.

I enjoyed seeing the fucker sycophantic in front of me.

"My Merc is parked in the next row," I reveled, and long before we reached my lux ride, I pressed my functional car key and unlocked.

I parked in the office basement and offered to walk up to the office with him. He scratched in his draws to no avail. I watched him through my office window. My cock got hard just looking at him. I wanked my cock under my desk.

I got lost in self-absorption. I was shocked when he barged in. I literally fell off my chair, exposing my hard, naked cock to him.

"I have been perusing your hard ass for a while," he told me, as he unzipped his pants. "And I have seen you sizing me up. I think it's only fair that I show you my long hard fuck tool, before I manhandle your hard ass right here and now."

Seconds later, he was plunging my wanting ass with his rock-hard hammer. His hot cum squirted and soaked my virgin hole.

It was the first of many fuck sessions.

Since then, my ass is his - yes, his solely - to fuck and manhandle.