Big Dick Coffee Creamer

I can't believe guys with big dicks! They think they can get away with anything just because they are hung.

I suppose that's true.

I was working as a sex-a-tary. A simple office girl there because the boss liked short redheads and the high heels that I wore to the interviews and my willingness to be eye candy. I had a simple job. Make sure I was there at 6:30am to take phone calls, make sure his coffee was ready and keep a pair of 4 inch heels in my desk for when he called me to his office. Good Money and I got to cocktease the floor workers who come by to steal free hot coffee from the office rather than pay 70 cents to some machine.

Of course there was one guy who always dropped by to check out the young office candy and fill his coffee cup. I dangled my pump from my toes and confronted him.

"Winston, That coffee is for the office workers. You guys aren't supposed to have coffee in the plant." I wasn't quite sure what I seeing. What the hell? Did he have a small a****l in his pants?

"I just dropped by to see if you wanted some cream in your coffee and see if you fit your name." Arrogant bastard but I like bold guys as much as I liked funny guys. "l****a, right?"

"Cream in my coffee?" Well I do like being served. A weak man will eat your pussy for hours just for a smile. Besides, I had another weakness for big guys. He was a good six feet tall to my 5,2. I nodded my head to the coffee supplies. "Over there."

"I carry my creamer with me, just like you do." With that he reached for his zipper and slowly began tugging it down. "You know, nothing like the cream carried in a morning hard-on."

I fought the urge to throw my coffee on him. Instead I stared at his crotch. Was he pitching a tent in there? A guy with an aching erection in the morning. What a surprise. Time to call his bluff.

"Well, I'm waiting." I said calmly.

Winston had this big grin on his face and I found myself hypnotized by the way his zipper was coming down. When he finished, I remember my face twitching a bit. That was one.

Huge.

Bulge.

Damn it. I sat back remembering not to give it all away. Stay calm, l****a. If you give away too much he'll have you sucking his cock when the office people get in. I held out my coffee cup. "Here. In my Coffee."

"Sure babe." And with that He lowered his briefs and his dick leapped out at me. I mean it LEAPPED out as if it was a slut guided missile. I was stunned. That monster cock of his had to be at least 10 inches long and was so fuckin thick, I started creaming in my panties at the sight of it. He began looking at every inch of me as he jerked off like he was insane.

I kept looking at him with my best bitches glare. He just chuckled. "Yeah, that bitches glare. You know if you don't like it, this will be even better."

Damn it. How did he know I was the kind of girl that likes to be taken? If he were to put me on my knees, I would suck him off the way I was trained to do.
"Winston, my coffee is getting cold."

"Yeah, that fuckin I need sex voice of yours. Yeah."

"But I do need sex. Everyday."

"Fuck yeah! I knew it! Almost there. Hold up your coffee cup."

"Whatever you say, Daddy." WHOA! His ball tightened up fast. I loved it! "Pull it closer, Winston and cum for me, Daddy."

He put it inches from my face, expecting me to suck his huge monster cock. Oh well, I was going to smell like hot pussy needing to be fucked when the boss called me in for morning eye candy session.

He was so close to bursting, I was sure he was going to cover me in cum! I put my hand on top of his and aimed mister sausage at my cup. There was no way I was going to let him glaze me like a donut at work. Not without a change of clothes.

"Let me, Daddy." He moved his hand and I filled my palm with piping hot monster cock. My small hand couldn't even reach halfway around that monster dick. With my small manicured hands, it looked like I was kindergartener jerking off a huge prick. "Gee, you're so big. You're such a jerk but you're so big. OH!"

My fuck me fingers had gotten to him FAST. Perfect red painted nails just blows guys away. I felt him get as hard as steel. That final hardness a man gets just before he blows his ball empty. I aimed it at my half full cup of coffee just in time. He exploded in a wonderful splash in my coffee cup. He kept grunting and gasping and I shook a bit in a micro orgasm but I managed to milk him and milk him. "Nice load, Daddy." I whispered. "Good boy...that's it. Gooooood boy."

I was sure he was about finished when I pulled him closer by that fence post he called a dick and made sure he was cleaned up and milked completely. How could I let him go without getting a few sucks? I couldn't help but moan a bit as I finished sucking him off. "You better put that away, Winston. I have work to do."

He chuckled. "See you tomorrow, babe!"

I didn't say anything but I let out the tiniest of smiles so he knew I wasn't mad or was a total bitch. Always best to leave a little mystery and they'll keep coming back for more. I watched him swagger out and then I followed him.

I stayed against the plant wall and watched the office workers. Almost all guys. Four of them came over to ogle the eye candy and goof off. I think I surprised them by knowing about the sports game on TV last night. It was fun drinking cum while I gathered attention and checked out their morning erections.

I sipped my cum filled coffee, saw Winston working and grinning like, well grinning like a guy who had just blown his load in my coffee.

I gave him a little scrunch of my nose and sipped my coffee again. Mmmm, it was going to be a good day.