Follow him to his office

"Come with me." he says, grabbing your hand.

The two of you walk through a large office area. Several people are at desks or computers. Others look to be loitering before they finish their lunchbreak. A couple people are intrigued by James and you briskly walking past, no doubt an unusual sight. Before anyone can ask though, you enter an office where he quickly closes the door.

"I don't know what you've done to me," he mutters, kneeling in front of you, "but I'm having that fucking prick."

He quickly fishes out your cock and wraps his lips around it. You sigh as he begins bobbing up and down on your dick. You admire his small office. While he obviously wasn't CEO, he did have a pretty neat space. Most of all, it allowed privacy as he indulged on new desires. You could see on his desk, meticulous other than some stray papers and folders, his name plaque. It sat proudly in the centre. James Porter. You pulled out your phone.

"Please don't take any photos." he said, pulling off your dick.

"Don't worry, I'm not." you ensure.

Instead, you searched the different social medias you had. Only on Facebook did you find your daddy's profile. Typical. His profile picture was of himself and a woman, his wife, sitting at some restaurant, snuggled into each other. His cover photo was a slightly younger version of himself with a baby and toddler playing on him. You smiled as you looked away from your phone to see the same husband and father sucking your cock, face already covered in cum. You sent a friend request, allowing yourself regular access to the man. You put your phone away, just as James pulled off. He walked to his desk, clearing some room, before bending over.

"Come on then." he said, staring at you impatiently, "Fuck me."