Lunch with Darren

During your lunch break, you saw Darren sitting alone at a table so you rushed over to join him. You felt wierd and awkward, like a nerdy high school boy sitting down next to the head cheerleader. But he smiled.

"Hello, John," he said. "I thought you might be too full for lunch today."

You blushed.

"The fact that you sat with me tells me you want more," he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I told you black cock would change your world."

"I think it has," you told him.

"Okay, here are some ground rules. I'm a happily married straight man with kids. I just have a thing for turning little sissy boys into my bitches. No matter how much you love my cock, my family will never find out about what we do. Understand?"

"Yes."

"We can be 'friends' because that will give us an excuse for spending more time alone together. We might actually become real friends, which is fine, but that is yet to be seen. Follow?"

"Yes."

"I don't consider myself gay, so I do not suck cock and I do not take it up the ass," he said. "You, on the otherhand, will do whatever I tell you to because, one, your a little sissy bitch, and two, I have plenty of photos that I can use to destroy your life as you know it. I own you. Got it?"

"Yes."

"I prefer my girls to be more feminine," he said. "I understand you have a life and can't suddenly show up to work in dresses, but if we meet outside of work I will expect you to clean yourself up a little."

"Ok."

"Oh, and at least when no one is around, you are to call me daddy," he said

"Yes, daddy."

Darren smiled.

"Good girl," he said. "Just so you know, I don't fuck men. Shemales or crossdressers, yeah, but not men. Your ass just looked so hot in those panties, and you looked like such a bitch jerking that little cock, I couldn't help myself."

The two of you spent the rest of the lunch talking like regular guys as if nothing had happened.