Triggered

DJ swallowed as he realized that the decision was being laid at his stiletto clad feet. He was thankful that the layered leather skirt wasn’t showing an outline of his hardening cock just yet, but he knew that there wasn’t long before it did. What he didn’t understand was why. Why was he getting so turned on at the thought of serving this man? Why was the thought of this man ordering him to serve other men making it worse? Shaking his head to try and snap himself out of it, he stood up from the chair he was planted in and took a step towards the office door.

“Sir, I uh, let me go get you some coffee. Maybe that would help?” Again, calling the man Sir sent a shot of pleasure up his spine.

Thomas’s eyes took in the intern in front of him. He noted the way she was dressed, the way she kept eyeing him, even the protrusions of her nipples that belied the way she was acting. “I see. Well, Jackie, if that is what you think would please me then maybe this particular situation isn’t going to be as… fruitful as I had hoped.”

Fear gripped DJ. He knew that if he didn’t keep this charade going, PK would come up with something even worse for him to deal with. Another feeling appeared as well. Unsure of its origins, DJ felt a knot of regret at somehow failing Thomas with his suggestion. He knew what the man wanted, it was what any man would want with a girl who looked like him in front of them. DJ watched as Thomas turned, his attention going to his computer. It was clear that DJ was no longer of any import to the man.

A sense of loss grew in the pit of DJ’s stomach. Sudden need to be in this man’s life swelled and the feelings caused him to stumble forward, his long nailed hands catching himself on the desk. Even with those sensations running through him, he refused to bring himself to do what was being expected of him.

Thomas turned back to DJ and raised an eyebrow. “Still here? Does that mean you want to be a good girl?”

The moment DJ heard the words Good Girl, his mind fell to blackness. It was like he had been hit squarely in the middle of the forehead with a hammer.

The blackness was short lived, or at least DJ thought it had been. As he woke from his grogginess, something felt different. He could feel something sliding in and out of his mouth. The feeling of it gliding along his tongue and lips was amazing. The taste that tickled his palette only made him want more of the salty sweet flavor that he couldn’t quite place.

He heard Thomas speak from above him, the words not quite registering. With his eyes still closed, DJ tried to get a better feel for himself. He could feel his stocking clad knees on the carpet. His high heel clad feet rested under his plump ass as he felt himself kneeling. One hand was holding onto something in front of him to brace himself, while the other was resting on his skirt-covered lap right above his very hard cock.

The voice spoke again, this time the words registered plainly. “Look at me slut.”

DJ’s long fake lashes shot up as he looked up at the face of his best friend's father. DJ could tell that Thomas was still sitting in his chair while DJ kneeled in front of it. He suddenly knew exactly what was in his mouth, and what that unfamiliar taste was. At that exact moment, Thomas’s cock slipped deep into DJ’s mouth. The head pressed against, then slid into DJ’s throat as the long hard behemoth of a penis slowly worked its way further and further in. DJ could feel his gag reflex try and kick in before something, either PK or natural talent blocked it and allowed him to comfortably open his throat to the man.

As the pair locked eyes, DJ could feel Thomas’s hand gripping his hair and pulling his head back and forth. He could feel his own hand on his skirt gripping his cock through the soft leather, stroking it in time with the one that pistoned in and out of his face. His other hand slipped off of the thigh in front of him and cupped the balls that hung there, caressing them softly.

He wanted nothing more than to pull his mouth from the cock but the pleasure that he felt from all of it managed to override his senses. Each deep thrust seemed to press pleasure further and further into him. The sounds of Thomas grunting filled him with pride. It was all working through him until he heard ever scarier words.

“I’m going to cum soon, slut. Where do you want it?”