I had not heard from Ken in some time until on a quiet Monday afternoon I got a text from him, ‘You around, Harry?’ Unusually for a Monday I was not busy having just got home from a business trip, a stuffy weekend surrounded by colleagues and customers certainly left me in the mood for a little distraction. I replied and his follow up text came back in no time, ‘The everyone is out and my secretary has the afternoon off.’ About 20 years older than me and well equipped I buzzed at the thought of a hook up and I was showered, dressed and on my way in no time. Ken’s office was pretty grand, with a really big window that overlooked his yard and then the woodlands beyond. He told me how he always got horny looking out at the woods, similar to where we met the first time, wondering if there were people in there meeting in the same way we had. He sat back in his big leather chair and I knelt in front of him. I undid his belt and trousers and he lifted his bum so I could pull them down. Lifting his shirt he showed me his fat soft cock, lying there. More assertive then I remembered, he put a hand on the top of my head and pulled my face into his lap. He smelt good as I licked on his soft flesh, feeling it start to twitch to life, not unlike my own cock that was quickly throbbing, straining in my jeans. He told me to stand and undress and I did so not able to keep my eyes of his dick as it swelled up, peeling his foreskin back over his thick purple helmet. As always for Ken I had put some knickers on, but they looked daft as I stood there in them, my hard on pushing out of the lacy French knickers. He told me to wank it for him and I did, slow strokes back and forth, as I watched him fight the urge to pull on his own. It twitched and as I wanked all I could think about was getting back on my knees for him. Ken knew how to play it though and much though he likes me sucking him, he rarely lasts long and today I could tell he wanted to savour the moment. He beckoned me nearer and I stood inches from him. His hand roamed my legs and bum and I let my own hand wander into his shirt, flicking my finger tips over his nipples. He moaned in response. “Oh god, suck me,” he whispered, moving me back in front of him and opening his legs. I knelt once more and he pulled my head down straight away. His hot dick spread my lips as I welcomed him in. I nearly lost balance as I pumped my mouth on him, I was more concerned with taking him in than I was in my surroundings. Ken pulled a lever and the chair dropped right down. Now I could take me weight on my hands and rocked on and off him on all fours. As much as I could I pushed my bum up, giving him a view down my back and to my lace covered bum. He clearly got the idea. “Hmmm, you tart!” he teased. His legs opened more as they tensed and I used my mouth a little easier on him, slowing down and letting off on some suction. He let out a long moan that turned to a growl almost and we jointly eased his fat cock in and out of my mouth. He pulled my head up, bringing me off his cock and it sprung to his belly. “You want it, Harry?” he asked. “Oh yes,” I answered, my voice quivering with my excitement. He wrapped his finger and thumb around his base, pointing his heavy member back to my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs and plunged back onto him, sucking hard and jerking my lips up and down him as quick as I could. He gasped and his body locked and I felt the sudden shots in my mouth as it filled with the hot tasty swill of his spunk. He began to soften almost instantly and I took advantage of his semi hard cock to slide him all into my mouth. He shook a little and let out a giggle. Far too sensitive for any more, he pushed me off him just as I sucked and tasted the last of his jizz. I swallowed down what was left in my mouth. “Fuck, that was nice,” I told him and I noticed more come around his base, “And what a load!” I added as I carefully lifted his flaccid cock and licked him clean. My eyes followed his as he glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past three. “I have a meeting at four,” he said, “but are you in a hurry?” A thing I really like about Ken is that he is a really quick repeater so the prospect of having some more from him was easily a good idea. “I have some time,” I answered and he told me that was good as he wanted to show me the warehouse on my way out.