Having royally fucked our prospective client on his desk, the wheels of CJ's mind were spinning for the ultimate deal closer. He turned to me and said, “Now for a change of pace. Here, help me turn him." And there, on the desk, we rotated Binggum around CJ’s buried cock so that he was face down. He held Binggum down on the tabletop with one hand in the center of his back and held one leg out to the side, while I held the other. And then CJ began to rotate his hips in a revolving motion that stretched Binggum’s ass even further and moved CJ’s dick around Binggum’s ass rim.

Binggum was moaning in pleasure, and he brought his hands back to spread his butt cheeks himself.

“Join me?” CJ asked after a series of varied-rhythm pumpings.

“I really shouldn’t,” I answered. “This was only supposed to be the appetizer. I’m supposed to be the main course, after the papers are signed.”

“But you can’t resist, can you?” CJ responded with a laugh. “I don’t think we need to worry about spoiling the main course or about the papers needing to be signed, do we, Love?” CJ lowered himself on Binggum and nuzzled his face into his neck.

“No,” Binggum gasped. “Do it. You know you promised me a double the next time we did business, and I’ve never been this open before.”

“Well, okay,” I said, “but don’t look. The strip is part of the main course.” I walked over to where Binggum couldn’t see me, no matter how he strained to do so and stripped off my chaps, my pants, and my net sock jock. The freedom it brought felt good. I’d had a hard-on for what seemed to be forever, and the net had been chafing me.

As I pulled the jock off, I could hear CJ take in a gulp of breath. “God, you’re beautiful, he said. I didn’t know you could get so big.”

“What?” Binggum asked. “What’s happening? What did you say?”

“Just that you’re a very, very lucky piece of ass,” CJ said, with a chuckle.

I went over to the coffee table, took a big glob of ointment, and rubbed my dick down with it. It felt cool, and I found it had a numbing agent of the skin but something that increased the sensitivity of the glans. This was going to be fun. I walked back over to the desk, approaching from the rear so that Binggum couldn’t see me, my big, long tool freely flopping in the air.

“This might be tricky,” I said as I approached. “Got any ideas?”

“Piece of cake,” CJ answered. I can crouch forever. You can have top.” With that, CJ crouched down, but his chest went back rather than forward and he had his weight balanced on the toes and balls of his massive feet. His dick went down to the bottom of Binggum’s asshole and retracted several inches as he crouched, and I could see what looked like a good bit of room open on top. I came up between CJ and Binggum’s butt. CJ pulled out of the hole until only his glans had purchase, and I threw my leg over the space between the two men. CJ was crouched down far enough that I could easily stand between them, my butt cheeks cuddled into CJ’s stomach and my dick running up Binggum’s butt crack. I gave