Under the Desk

Jackson called you into his office. He needed you to get a cord plugged into his computer. You got down on your hands and knees getting behind the hutch behind his computer.

Jackson stared you down from behind. Jesus, he thought, was this bitch wearing panties? You were, he saw, your turquoise silk thong making an appearance.

When you got it plugged in and turned around, you were greeted with your handsome silver fox of a boss with his pants down, stroking his very large and very thick cock, with heavy hanging balls and a thick forest of black-gray hair at the base of his cock.

"M-m-mr. Reynolds --" you squeaked.

"Save it, femboy," Jackson growled. "You've teased me long enough. You're growing fucking titties and wearing panties, for fuck's sake. I want you. And I know you want me."

You fretted, looking at the big cock. Your past bi encounters with Kase had been under the influence of too much liquor. But ... Kase's cock wasn't this. You looked at it shyly.

"C'mon, femboy, pants off," Jackson ordered huskily. You thought about it for a long moment. You only live once. And who knows for how long. You peeled off your tight pants, exposing a round ass. The hormonal treatments had made your ass curvier. Your caged cock was hidden safely away in your aquatic panties. Jackson stroked his heavy cock, watching you.

"Panties off too," Jackson said, looking you up and down. You whimpered, finally peeling them down. He walked over to you, cupping his hand around your cock.

"Mmm, you are a bitch," he said approvingly. "And no balls. You're made for a man like me, baby." He kissed you hungrily. The beard felt odd to you. It itched. But you responded to his ardor with your own, your nipples stiffening as his tongue tangled with yours.

He pushed you down to your knees, down under his desk. His large cock slapped against your cheek. You paused for a moment, breathing in his musk. Fuck. It felt wrong, but you wanted it. You poked out your soft tongue, starting to lap at his heavy balls. You wish you still had yours. But part of you felt proud that he liked you didn't have them. You sucked on one wetly, and then the other. You heard a clacking of keys and realized he was back to work while you ministered to his cock.

"Mr. Reynolds?" you heard Kase ask. You froze.

"Yes, Kase?"

"Have you seen Daniel? We were supposed to get some lunch."

"Oh, Dani is busy, Kase. I gave him a very important assignment. A very large assignment. It'll take him awhile to complete.'

"Oh. Okay. Thanks, Mr. Reynolds."

The door closed, and you got back to work. Finally, Jackson knocked against your head, and your mouth slid up to his massive cock. You kissed the head, breathing him in. Fuck, his musk smelled good. Why did you want this so much? Finally, you pursed your lips, opened them, and started to suck cock.

He had stamina. He had control. He let you work to your own devices, struggling with his cock for a solid half hour before finally pulling your mouth off his cock, pulling you up, and taking you to his private restroom. There, he placed your head right beside his personal urinal, his fingers sinking into your scalp, and started to skullfuck you. His stiff, powerful cock pushed deeper into your throat, until his heavy balls started to slap at your chin. This last for what felt like an eternity, getting dominated by your powerful, older boss. Your cock was drooling precum in its cage, and you weren't sure if you'd ever been so aroused.

"Take it bitch," Jackson finally rasped, pulling out his cock and coating your face in thick seed. You opened your mouth, tasting a dollop. It tasted salty, but heavenly. You hungrily started to scoop more into your mouth, while Jackson laughed.

"I want this more often. I want you," he said seriously. When you had cleaned yourself up mostly, he leaned forward, kissing you hungrily. You returned it with equal fervor, your cock dripping its useless precum onto his perfect floor. You reached down, playing with his softening cock. The perfect floor, a perfect Man.