In the Office

773 Days

It was lunchtime. You were busily working on transcribing an interview for Jackson when he came over, tugging off your headphones.

"You've gone blonde," Jackson observed. You froze for a second, then nibbled your lower lip seductively.

"Si, Papi," you replied. "I heard blondes have more fun." You didn't tell him you'd bought a blonde wig the day after your session with Trevor.

"Is that so," Jackson said, tucking your hair behind your ear, and resting his firm ass on the edge of your desk.

"Si, Papi," you said, flashing a bright smile at him, as you deftly undid his trousers. His trousers fell to the floor, and you pulled down his expensive silk boxers, exposing his stiff bull cock. You admired it for a second, as you always did, cupping your balls and smelling them. He smelled like a rich, powerful alpha male. You looked up at him, as your lips pursed around the tip of his cock, starting to slide down, and his strong hands locked into blonde locks. You choked on his cock for twenty minutes, gurgling happy on his prick as your drool and his pre-cum dripped onto your hormone-fed breasts, your brown nipples stiff and aching. Only then did he pull you up, tugging you to his desk, and bending you over it, his long fat prick pressing against your oft-used pucker.

"Mmm, fuck," he growled approvingly. "This ass looks so good bronze."

"Thank you, Papi," you moaned. Your little prick, starved of the hormones it needed, almost fed vicariously onto the alpha prick plowing it, starting to leak its weak essence onto the floor. "Ai, Papi," you started to chant, whimpering as your tiny faucet dribbled more.

"Fuck ... I love you Danielle," he said. You wanted this desperately, but there was some part of you that didn't want to hear it. That part of you wanted Horse or Ox or particularly Trevor. All of you loved Jackson, but part of you just wanted more.

"Fuck, please Papi ... please, mi amor ..." you whined. The good part of you was winning out, as your ass tightened up on his cock, as a splatter of your own cum marked the floor. Jackson leaned over you, his body so much older, so much stronger, so much more masculine ... as he fed you his thick cum, and in that moment, you were all his.