Mr. Richardson

You stare into Mr. Richardson's eyes and think about how it would feel to fill his suited frame. *Click* You have transfered and with a thud, you hear your old body go limp

"Oh my goodness, he just passed out sir." Andrew said with a gasp. You non-shelantly adjust your cuffs.

"I'm sure he will be fine, bring him to my office so he can recover."

"yes sir." Andrew said as the doors opened. Andrew slung your old body over his shoulder/ dragged your old body into Mr. Richardson's office. Meanwhile, you walk to sit behind the desk. Damn was this guy rich, his office was lined in shiny doodads.

"Andrew, Are you a gambling man."

"Yes, sir. I guess." Andrew said hesitantly.

"If you do everything I say for the next thirty minutes, I'll give you a head position at my company." Andrew's jaw dropped.

"What? This is a joke...right?" Andrew looked confused, yet excited.

"No, it isn't. You would have to do everything to a T."

"Yes sir. Of course." Andrew said, "I would do anything for that promotion."

"Alright, starting the timer." you look at Andrew, walking over to him.

"So boss, what do you want me to do? Get you some coffee?"

"I wanna show you something Andrew." You step till you are right in his face.

"what...what do you want to show me?" Andrew showing signs of concern.

"I wanna show you my fat cock Andrew." you whisper in his ear. Andrew is concerned, but not resisting. You take his hand in yours and guide it over to your crotch. Your cock is rock hard. "It likes you Andrew."

"I don't know about this..." Andrew stammers, but not removing his hand.

"Think of the money, just do as I say and you'll be rich."

"Okay." Andrew said.

"Good. Now, on your knees." Andrew crouched down, getting on his knees. "Good boy, now suck my dick." Andrew doesn't hesitate this time. He slides your dick out front the suit pants and gives it a quick lick.

Andrew wraps his wet lips around your dick, coating it in a web of saliva. Andrew had a wet little mouth and a slick tongue that slid around the body of your dick. He looked up at you with little bitch eyes, **** to show his devotion. You reluctantly slide out of his mouth.

"Beg for it. Beg for your superior's cock." you say, wrapping Andrew's tie around your dick.

"Please sir. Let me service you. Let me prove my worth to you. I want to make you happy." Andrew begged, eyes looking pleadingly up.