I went down on my boyfriends manager – Non-Fictional Stories

My boyfriend (24M) and I (24F) have been dating since 2017. He’s a very sweet guy, very loving and caring but unfortunately not particularly good in bed – not in terms of performance even. He’s just so focused on his work, his friends, his goals that he’s borderline asexual at times, not even bothering with porn as far as I know. He might as well be dating excel at this point. Everything else between us is just perfect and we’re both happy on our own, achieving our goals and maybe even planning something long term. I suppose this story is the price of his goals.
As the covid restrictions lowered and his team at work managed to secure a very lovely tender, they managed to throw together something in the office – just for the team and the +1s of them – after all they’ve all been working for, basically working 7 days a week for a few weeks. I was more than excited, a chance to dress up, party, actually get to know the people he works with a bit more. I thought that they’re just gonna throw together something small but his colleagues dragged in a massive amount of alcohol into one of the conference rooms and just went wild. Fortunately for me, as I always stressed with being appropriately dressed, the other girls were dressed very sexy, no doubt also loving a chance to get a bit loose and party, show off all the clothes bought during the lockdown. I loved my dress, even if it was shorter than what I’d normally wear. Unfortunately for me, while my boyfriend had a lot of unwinding to do, he spent most of it playing beer pong and just going absolutely insane on the shots while I was on the sidelines with the more sober bunch and his manager who acted as the mother hen, making sure nobody goes too insane.
Ah, his manager. David was actually the first person I ever met from his team. Very good mentor apparently, taking care of my boyfriend from day one and being hugely supportive, even fighting for his promotion at one point. He and my boyfriend were actually quite similar, both tall, big and blonde with handsome smiles, even if David was…well frankly more attractive in his attitude. He always seemed very confident and in control of everything, like he always had the last word and the funniest joke in a room. He actually took some interest in me that day, chatting to me on the sidelines of the beer pong for a while to get to know me, asking about my work and complimenting my dress – I could just feel his eyes devouring me as he looked but on some level, in that dress, this is what I was expecting really.
At some point, the team started playing some drinking game that just involved a lot of songs and pounding on the table and I was well done with this – so thankfully David took me under his wind and said we should let these guys cool off and head out. I went along and he knew his way around, finding a spot that, given the location of the office, actually had a nice view over the city. I just finished telling him a story about our summer plans as his mood visibly shifted as we were alone – he got quite closer before when we were walking I felt him putting his hand on my back as we went up the stairs for him to show me the place. And now that we were alone, on this edge of the office building in someone’s random office, he was standing so close I could feel his cologne and it was really numbing all of my senses. Literally making me lose track of the conversation at times. I remember David making a joke about the guy whose office we were in and sitting in his big black leather chair as I just looked out to the city, taking in the view as he was clearly doing the same – soaking in my legs and my bum which from his angle was definitely way more visible in this dress.He still kept the conversation to be about me, not my summer plans but more about just me. From talking about my fitness regimen he quickly diverted to talking about how much of a lucky guy my boyfriend was and how he was punching above his weight. The conversation never really left my body after that. His hand was lightly, just with the tips of his fingers, grazing my leg as we spoke and I have to admit – it felt lovely so I let him do that. He casually recalled some girl that worked with them that was quite attractive but “had nothing on me”. He was just delivering an oscar speech worthy praise about me – I think he actually may have had more to drink than I thought – but still, it felt nice. Each second of that I felt more desired and wanted than I did before with my boyfriend, over the last few months. I’ve felt more appreciation and praise for my body at the last minute than in the last month. I was just quiet which I think made him speak more and really dial in the charm as I was just fishing for those compliments – and of course, he never ran out of them. Finally, something just lit this tiny, irresistible fire inside of me when he used one particular word…”yummy”.
That just pushed it over the line for me. I barely knew this man but at that moment I knew I really really wanted him. And of course, this confident bastard saw that spark and didn’t budge, just let me make a move. And I did. With one glance to the rest of the office, seeing no movement, I just made the executive decision to slowly but surely make my move. If I’m about to embarrass myself, he will stop me and hopefully tell nobody and that will be it. So I just turned to him, leaning over sitting David and just looked into his gorgeous green eyes saying “thank you” as I let my hand find its way. This moment felt like it lasted forever but it was maybe two seconds. I was struggling not to just faint from the nerves as I tried not to break eye contact as I lowered it. He never blinked, just watched me come, lean in and lower my hand over him until it reached its target and when it did he didn’t gasp or moan just widened his smile. My hand touched his suit pants and instantly felt a warm, pulsating bulge to greet it on the other side of the fabric. So lovely to feel and so inviting in how it grew against my hand. I felt it. Another man. For the first time since 2017.
As I felt it and gently ran my hand up and down the bulge I couldn’t help but want him to say something but he never did. he just kept looking at me as I did it and that felt so intimidating, like a demanding dominant look over me. Again like with that word “yummy”, his look at that moment just disarmed me completely and made me follow my desire all the way. So I did what I felt was right. I felt the cold floor of the office on my knees as I landed between his legs as he lounged on the leather chair and yanked on his belt with my hands, opening it quickly along with his zipper – I was so nervous that his belt took me longer than I’d care to admit. Still, I opened it and this beautiful cock popped out to greet me. He was so lovely and thick and as I lowered his pants more it was pointing right at me. I was never one to compare sizes or measure, never bothered to know how many inches my boyfriend was but it was…definitely less. The office was deadly quiet on the floor we were on and I felt like my heart pounding as I just looked up at him and he was like before – quiet, smiling, encouraging me with his eyes as I just took a deep breath.
I finally got a noise out of him, a deep relieved exhale as I leaned in and confidently slid my tongue on the base of his thick cock. There was no time in my mind to play around with my hands, I knew what I’m better at so I just resorted to my tongue and he loved it, closing his eyes and just letting me work. His musk just hit me hard as I licked his cock, tasting him as I could get enough of it. It’s like I wanted to taste all of it as if Id get a prize if I licked every part of his cock. He was so tasty to me, I just couldn’t get enough and kept licking him like my new favourite toy. I was always good at blowjobs even if I wasn’t entirely into them and at this moment I felt very into it – I felt like each long lick of his cock was just a big reward he was getting for being so appreciative of me, so confident and well…I guess I didn’t think about it at that moment but he deserved it for being such a good mentor to my boyfriend. So I just kept licking until for all honesty I think I ran out of spit just sliding my tongue up and down his manhood. Even though I thought when I opened his pants he was quite big, he grew as I licked him, got thicker and I got to taste his salty pre-cum as he was oozing it all over the place. The more I did it the more quiet moans I got out of him and each one made me smile more and more.
But I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. Where my tongue was before, at the base of his cock, I just grabbed it with my hand and planted my lips on his tip. I saw in the corner of my eye then that he just gripped the armrest of the chair as I tightened my lips around him and descended onto his cock. It was so thick I felt lips stretch around it as I sucked him, getting about half of his length into my mouth on my first try as he moaned quietly, shivering under me. I wanted him to feel so amazing from me, just like his compliments made me feel. So I started moving my head up and down, just bobbing on his cock as he clutched the armrest. His cock was throbbing on the top of my throat and oozing onto my tongue, making me get more and more turned on by each moment. He was so excited that I got his cock finally, after what felt like ages, to full size and hardness as it was pointing straight up and very hard, making my throat hurt from how it was hitting the back of it as I was sliding my mouth up and down his manhood.
Again, to reiterate – he was confident. He never pushed my head down or held my hair, just let me do my work as I needed no encouragement or force from him to suck his gorgeous cock. And to do my best to fit as much of it in as I could into my mouth. He just sat back and let me do it as I was doing my best not to lose the grip of his cock with my lips, wanting to keep descending down his veiny thick cock with tight grip of it, indented cheeks and squeezing him with my hand. I wanted to be perfect for him and I felt like I was. He was shaking and I could see him tense and even squirm in his face as his head was turned as if he was looking away. I slowed my pace at that moment and realised that poor David was trying not to come. As he relaxed again and our eyes met once more, I thought that we shared a beautiful moment. I tried not to break eye contact as my head was still going up and down his cock and I tried to somehow, perhaps hoping he reads minds, tell him it’s okay. Tell him that I want him to. Tell him what I want him to give it to me.
I suppose he was after all a mind reader because when I was going slower, licking his tip and sucking on it slowly, he finally gave in. I saw him tense up and bite down on the collar of his shirt as I struggled not to giggle in excitement as he just exploded into my lips – I felt rope after rope of cum hitting my tongue and throat as wanting it, expecting it, I thankfully was managing to swallow it in time. My poor David was moaning quietly and with such relief I moved my head a few more times, sliding up and down his cock with gentle care and making sure he was getting everything he wanted until he let out the last grunt and I felt the last drop of his creamy goodness on my tongue. And again our eyes met as his cheeks were bright red and I gently swirled my tongue around his cock and felt him shiver again, sensitive and definitely very satisfied.
As I just moved my mouth away and there was a small bridge of spit from his cock to my lips, I just kind of giggled and he did the same as if we’ve both just done something silly now and something very naughty. So he let me have a little moment, exhale, leave a couple of playful kisses on his manhood and then let him zip up and just compose himself. I’ve had to run to the bathroom to fix whatever I had left of my make-up with paper and water, making it marginally better and then joining him outside as he waited for me – what a gentleman. We’ve rejoined the party and they weren’t even done with the drinking game that we’ve left because of. He just said something my ear along the lines of “that was lovely” and just like that he headed off to join the group. Played a few games with my boyfriend and others as I joined my boyfriend by the conference table and made sure he didn’t drink himself to death. David kissed my cheek goodbye and hugged my boyfriend before we’ve left and I made sure to get my boyfriend back safely to bed.
As far as he was concerned, he had a perfect night with his friends. And I had a great night too. I’m looking forward to all the work parties to come.