My boss Charlie and I decided to hire Colin for the open position in our communications department because I was a graphic designer and we needed a writer.
Colin was a newspaper reporter looking to finally transition out of the notoriously low-paid industry.
I’d been with the school district for a year and during that time Charlie had been doing the writing, but he’d recently been promoted to Director of Community Relations, which meant he’d be spending more of his time at community events and meetings, helping promote our schools to our residents.
And that meant Charlie’s writing days were over.
We had a lot of good candidates, but Colin was always my choice. Like me, he was in his mid-thirties and married with two daughters. In fact, our oldest daughters were both six and our youngest daughters were both three.
I also liked that he was laid back and quick to make a joke. He seemed self-confident without a shred of arrogance.
When Charlie called to offer him the job, he accepted immediately.
Two weeks later there he was, working at the desk right across from me.
Over the next few months, he quickly became far more than a colleague; he also became one of my best friends.
I was excited to get to the office every day because I knew we’d do work together while joking around and laughing the day away.
We shared nearly identical tastes in books, movies, music, and food.
One afternoon, Charlie told us he was sending us to a national conference in New Orleans the following spring and we excitedly plotted the restaurants and music venues we’d check out.
Yeah, Colin was definitely the right hire.
I’d also be lying to you if I didn’t admit that he was attractive. He was tall and I was tiny. He had light hair and I had dark hair. He had blue eyes and I had brown eyes.
Even though we’d already grown very close, Colin never did anything to suggest he viewed me as any more than a friend.
One Friday after Colin and I had been working together for about six months, I received a text from my best friend Carrie, who worked at an advertising firm in downtown Minneapolis.
It read: “Have some, shall we say, big gossip about your friend Colin …”
After a flurry of back-and-forth texts. I learned that Carrie had a new co-worker, Katie, who was from the same small town as Colin and who had a friend who was his high school girlfriend.
Carrie refused to get the specifics about what this alleged gossip really was, so I agreed to meet her and Katie for drinks.
We met at a piano bar downtown near Carrie’s office. It was a bit of a drive for me, but I appreciated getting out of the suburbs for a few hours.
The drinks were fantastic and so was the music. Katie and I hit it off right away. She was a few years younger than us but was definitely our kind of girl.
Once our third round of drinks arrived, it was time to get down to the gossip.
Okay, Katie, take it away,” Carrie said with a conspiratorial giggle.
“So, my older sister Molly’s best friend was a girl named Sammie. She was my friend too but she and Molly were in the same class and they did everything together,” Carrie said. “And she was Colin’s girlfriend the last two years of high school. They broke up when they went off to different colleges.”
“Oh God,” I said, “you aren’t going to tell me something about Colin that makes me think less of him, are you?”
Carrie absolutely squealed with delight. “Oh no, you’re about to think a lot more of him … much, much more!”
Carrie smiled and continued her story. “After they’d been dating for a few months, they started having sex. They were both virgins so Sammie wasn’t sure if what she was seeing was real.”
“And what was it she saw?” I said.
Now Carrie was roaring with laughter and her laughter was making Katie laugh.
“Tell me!” I shouted through my own laughter.
Katie stifled her laughter, wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Sammie asked my sister how big an average size dick was … and none of them really knew. They asked their friends and none of them knew either. I mean, how many high school girls know how big a dick is supposed to be?”
“I know I didn’t have any idea,” I said.
“Me either,” Carrie added.
Katie nodded. “Well, Molly and their other friends finally made her measure it … like with an actual fucking tape measure!”
“Oh Jesus,” I said.
“Tell her!” Carrie shouted.
Katie looked around to make sure nobody was too close. “It was ten inches”
“Fuck you,” I said, way too loud.
“Dead serious,” Katie said.
“Ten-fucking-inches,” Carrie said. “Tell her what else, Katie.”
Katie brought her voice down to almost whisper, like we were trading state secrets or something. “It’s thick too, like ‘oh my fucking God’ thick.”
I started to say, “Ten inches …
“And thick,” Carrie said.
“Yeah, right, ten inches and thick … is that even physically possible? I mean isn’t the average like five inches or something,” I said.
“Five and a half,” Katie said.
“Okay then, so twice as big as the average, that can’t be right,” I said. “I mean seven inches, even eight, okay … but ten.”
“And thick,” Carrie said. “But we spent all afternoon on Google and while ten is very, very rare, it’s not unheard of. Some porn stars. Some randos down through history. It’s happened.”
“But it’s fair to say that you’re sharing an office with a super dick,” Katie said.
“Quite possibly one of the biggest dicks in the world,” Carrie said.
We spent another hour talking about the big dick breaking news, our husbands, our jobs … it was a great night out.
And I sure had a lot to think about on my drive home.
When I got there, the kids were asleep and I could tell my husband was looking for a little something.
My husband is very nice and very attentive but let’s just say he’s not exactly ten inches. Not even close, in fact. The sex wasn’t too bad though and he went to sleep right after, which gave me time to think about Colin and his massive dick.
His allegedly massive member was pretty much all I could think about all week. My daughters could barely even get my attention, which isn’t something I’m proud of, but hey, cartoonishly big dick.
On Monday, I got to work before Colin and watched him walk in wearing his normal outfit of khakis, button-up Oxford, and gray New Balance sneakers.
“Hey Em,” he said. “Good weekend?”
“Pretty ho hum,” I said, taking a quick glance at his nether region. Now that I’d been supplied with the blueprints, I was pretty sure I could make out the outline of a bigger than necessary dick.
This went on for three days. I was constantly sneaking peeks at Colin’s pants, hoping for clear proof. But I didn’t see anything definitive
One interesting thing did happen though. On the fourth day, Thursday, I wore a sundress and, because Colin sat right across from me, he had a perfect view right up my dress if I didn’t keep my legs closed.
I’d worn dresses and skirts plenty of times but I’d never caught him sneaking a peek. Always the gentleman, that Colin.
But today, I was almost positive I caught him taking a very quick look at my skinny little legs.
So, I thought, why not conduct a little test?
I spread my legs just enough that if Colin looked at the right angle, he’d be able to see my lacey, light purple panties.
My thighs were only open for about five minutes before out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking up my dress. His eyes widened just slightly.
Busted, I said to myself, while inwardly celebrating.
Late Thursday morning, Charlie emailed asking us to meet him at a piece of rural land a few miles out of town that the school district had purchased in the hopes of building a new school. It was our job in the coming months to convince the voters to give us the money we needed to build it.
When it was time to head out, Colin said he’d drive and we jumped into his Honda Passport. There was little traffic and before I knew it, Colin was turning onto the unmarked gravel road and slowly making his way down the rocky and rutted road.
He pulled under a huge tree and killed the engine. We chatted for several minutes about this and that, waiting for Charlie,
And yes, I kept taking glances at his lap and now there wasn’t any doubt he was packing a serious hog in his khakis.
I was also pretty sure he was stealing glances at my legs.
Once Charlie was already ten minutes late – which was out of character for him – he texted both of us and said he was stuck in a meeting with the superintendent and the school board. He apologized and said it would be another half hour before he could leave.
“That leaves us with forty-five minutes to kill,” Colin said. “Should we go back into town or just wait?”
“Let’s just wait,” I said. “It’s nice to get out of the office. Especially out here. There’s no people and it’s so quiet.”
We sat in silence for a minute, just taking in the large old trees and sweeping views.
Finally, I said, “I met an old high school friend of yours last Friday.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Katie … Molly’s sister,” I said.
“Oh wow, that’s a blast from the past,” Colin said. “I dated Molly’s best friend …”
“Sammie,” I said.
“Uh … yeah, Sammie.”
“We talked all about you,” I said.
He squinted playfully at me. “That sounds ominous.”
“Not at all,” I laughed. “It was all good stuff.”
I recapped our conversation, or most of it, anyway.
Colin laughed and shared some stories about Sammie, Molly, and Katie.
The whole time, my mind was racing and visions of big huge dicks danced through my head. I wanted to ask him. I need to know. But how the fuck do you ask that kind of question.
The hell with it, I finally decided.
“Katie shared one other very interesting factoid about you,” I said.
“Do tell.”
I blushed and giggled. “Well, according to Katie, Molly and Sammie talked a lot about your …”
“My what?”
I sighed and went for it. “Your ten inch dick.”
He stared at me with a blank expression on his face.
“Is it true?” I said.
Colin continued staring at me. “Are you asking if I have a big dick?”
“Yes,” I said, “or more specifically, if you have a ten inch dick … and thick.”
He shook his head and laughed faintly. “This isn’t a conversation I was expecting.”
“By the way, I caught you sneaking peeks at my legs.”
“They’re nice legs, what can I say?” Colin said.
“Thank you,” I said. “As for that dick, do you confirm or deny?”
“You want to see it?”
“Very much,” I said.
“Then take it out,” he said.
Now it was my turn to stare silently.
“If you want to see my dick, you have to take it out,” he said.
I undid my seatbelt and moved closer to him. With shaking hands, I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and worked the zipper down.
Still shaking, I reached my right hand into the fly of his boxers, wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock, and took it out.
“Oh my good fucking God,” I said.
It was everything, and I mean everything, that Katie said it was.
My already tiny hand looked even smaller, wrapped around Colin’s dick. “How is this even possible?”
“You like?” he said.
“It’s insane … and it’s not even hard. What’s this monster like when it’s actually hard?”
He smiled at me. “Put it in your mouth and get it nice and hard. Then you’ll know.”
I shook my head. “I can’t give you head man, I’m married and you have a wife.”
“Emily, you traded gossip about my cock. You asked me to show you my cock. You took my cock out of my pants.”
He pulled my sundress up to my waist and squeezed my petite ass. I loved how it felt to have his hands on me like that.
“There’s nobody around,” he said. “Now suck that big dick before Charlie gets here.”
Before I could think about right or wrong or see reason, I wrapped my lips around Colin’s dick. I could feel it pulsate and come to attention. I worked my mouth down a few inches and then swirled my tongue over the head and then worked it over his pee hole, firmly.
He groaned when he felt my soft, wet tongue on his opening.
Once he was completely hard, the feeling in my mouth was truly bonkers. In college, I was an eager little knee slut, so I’d had plenty of cocks in my mouth. But with Colin, it was like having two cocks in my mouth at once.
And for the record, no, I’d never sucked off two guys at once.
My jaw was getting sore but I wasn’t going to tap out mainly because I was already infatuated with this mega meat, but also because Colin’s hand was between my slender thighs, rubbing my clit and slit through the lace.
It felt so fucking good.
“During my first interview I’d look at you and think, ‘I bet that little slut knows how to suck a cock like a champion.’ And I was right.”
His dirty talk, something I never got at home from my nice guy husband, was driving me out of my mind.
“Little Emily the cock sucker,” he purred. “You’re going to swallow all my cum, aren’t you?”
I knew I wouldn’t be able to say anything intelligible, so I simply nodded.
Fuck yeah I was going to swallow his load.
“I’m not hearing enough slurping and choking,” he said. “You aren’t trying hard enough.”
Fuck you, I thought, as I began working his cock down my throat. I don’t know how much I was able to get down, probably not much from Colin’s perspective, but it was a hell of a lot from my perspective.
I thought my head was going to split in two. My eyes watered and drool poured out of the corners of my mouth. The intense slurping noises echoed in Colin’s SUV. I could take the first tiny drop of pre-cum. That hot veiny volcano was about to erupt.
Suddenly, I felt Colin’s hand on the back of my head. He was pressing down, pushing me to take more of him.
Though to his credit, he seemed to sense just how much I could handle, and didn’t try to push me further than that.
But it turns out I could handle a lot. A whole fucking lot.
Using a fistful of my hair for leverage, he worked my head up and down his throbbing member fast and aggressively.
Now I was drooling like crazy and the “glub glub glub” noises were so loud you could have probably heard them from outside.
“You’re my deep-throat whore,” he whispered. “I’m going to take your mouth, and your throat, whenever I want it. I love a job with fringe benefits.”
“Fuck yes,” I said, but because my mouth was full of fat cock, I doubt Colin understood me.
My throat was getting sore, my eyes were leaking, and my pussy was absolutely dripping from the clit play I was getting.
Suddenly, Colin pulled my head off his cock by my hair, and grabbed it with his left hand.
“Wrap your lips around the head, just the head.”
I did exactly as I was told.
Colin grunted and began shooting cum into my mouth. It was a load befitting a thick, ten-inch cock. I felt it shoot down my throat and off the lining of my cheeks. I could feel it coating my teeth.
I swallowed everything Colin gave me. And I loved it.
When he was finally done, I opened my mouth to show him it was empty.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and said, “Clean it off your teeth.”
I whimpered and ran my tongue over my pearly whites. I loved the way the pressure on my throat made my pussy feel.
“Get over here,” Colin said, grabbing me and pulling onto his lap. I was so small and he was so big it was like he was picking up a toy.
“This isn’t going to be a one time thing, you understand me?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You wanted this big cock and now you’re going to get it everyday.”
“Yes, please,” I said.
I tucked Colin’s cock back into his pants and got him buttoned and zipped back up.
He held me on his lap, my head against his chest.
“We’re going to have so much fun,” he said.
“I know,” I said. “And I can’t wait.”
A few seconds later, our phones buzzed with another text from Charlie. He apologized profusely and said he wouldn’t be able to meet us because his meeting was going to last the rest of the day.
Colin didn’t waste any time. He threw his phone onto the console, opened the door with his left hand and scooped me up with his right arm.
Once he was out of the Passport and on his feet, he used his strength and leverage to bend me over. I put my hands down on the driver’s seat so I would fall forward on my face.
He roughly pulled my purple panties to the side and began playing with my clit.
“Oh Jesus,” I said.
It felt so fucking good.
I heard him use his free hand to undo his belt and pant’s button. Then the zipper came down.
“Now that pussy is going to know what ten inches feels like,” he said.
“Ten thick inches,” I added.
He rubbed the head up and down my slit. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so wet.
Colin then worked the head into my eager little cunt. Thank God he went slowly, letting me stretch and get used to it.
Had he thrust in all at once, you would have been able to hear my screams for miles.
Slowly, slowly, slowly he filled me.
“You’re going to take the whole thing,” he said.
“I won't be able to take all ten,” I said. “It’s impossible.”
“It’s all about the angles,” he said.
“Colin, I weigh a hundred pounds,” I whispered. “Just be glad you can get most of it in.”
“Nope, it’s all our nothing,” he said.
He pushed my head down on the seat, which pushed my ass higher. I could feel myself opening up wider.
“There we go,” Colin sighed. He put a hand on each of my hips and began sliding me up and down his cock.
It was like getting fucked by a Lousiville Slugger.
“There we go, it’s buried,” Colin said, with triumph in his voice.
“You’re lying,” I said.
He reached around me and grabbed his phone. A few seconds later, he held it in front of my face.
It was photographic evidence that I was, in fact, taking a thick, ten inch cock all the way to the hilt.
The human body is truly capable of amazing feats.
“Now that you’ve got the whole thing, how about I fuck you like I really mean it?” Colin said.
“Please don’t kill me.”
He laughed, reapplied his grip on my hips, and began absolutely hammering me up and down his ten-inch shaft.
I screamed. I moaned. I cried. I banged my fists down on the car seat.
It was completely overwhelming. It was ecstasy.
I might as well have been a virgin, because he was hitting places inside my pussy that no man has gone before, boldly or otherwise. I could feel the tip attacking my cervix and I savored the throbbing feeling of my pussy muscles squeezing his cock.
“You’re so fucking tight, I love it,” Colin growled into my ear.
Now those are the kinds of words that every woman loves to hear.
I’d lost all track of time, but it couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes after Colin buried himself all the way inside me that I felt my orgasm.
“Godfuckjesusfuck,” I said as it hit me like a swinging anvil. My knees nearly buckled as the rest of my legs began shaking violently. As if by instinct, I tried to lift myself off his cock, but he wouldn’t let me go.
He just kept fucking me, pounding through my orgasm. By now, my pussy was so drenched that the wet smacking sound of him fucking me filled my ears.
“Was that a good orgasm, little Emily?”
“Fucking …”
But I didn’t have any words. Besides, I was still in heaven because he was still fucking me.
Or he was fucking me until he bucked his hips a final time, held me forward with his body weight, and flooded my tired but happy cunt with cum.
Honest to God, I think he came even more this time than he did in my mouth.
When he was done, he straightened my panties and pulled my dress down.
“Turn around,” he said.
When I turned to face him, he had his softening cock in his hand and said, “kiss it.”
I bent at the hips and planted a long, firm kiss right on the head.
“Good girl,” he said, as he tucked his dick back in his pants.
Twenty minutes later, we were back in the office, trying to pretend nothing had happened. He did his work and I did my work.
But at four, Colin got up, went to our office door and closed and locked it. Then he turned off the lights.
Watching him, my pussy twitched.
“Stand up and take your dress off,” he said. “I didn’t get to see those pretty little tits this afternoon.”
I got to my feet and worked my dress off and set it on my desk.
“Bra,” he said.
I took that off too.
Five minutes later, I was bent over my desk, as Colin absolutely rearranged my guts and broke my brain.
My eyes were closed until I heard my phone buzz. It was a text from my husband asking me if I'd like tacos for dinner.
I picked up my phone and began typing, which was difficult because I was getting fucked so hard I was like a bingo ball getting tossed around inside the cage.
I managed to type: Running late. Will bring dinner. Had a really great day.
Colin grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head back and said, “I’m going to send you home with a pussy full of cum.”
“I like that,” I said. “And make sure you’re here a little early in the morning so we can work on my deep throating skills.”