Not exactly, although his mind lingers on what happened in the Lift.

Barely even greeting fellow workers, he head straight for his office and switched on his Desktop. He was beyond confused and slightly terrified, was he gay? How could he not think such things, when what had happened in the Elevator. But, no this felt different, like it wasn't Ryan who had excited him, more so the act. Wiping his brow, he sighed loudly, and entered his work password and username. For now, he should focus he had managed to talk his way in here, and now had to see if inspiration struck him on the Rygel Project, after all he had promised substantial changes.

Fucking Ryan, the dude was not even skilled in C++ let alone HTML and yet he was making the demands.

Opening up the draft of the website, he looked it over.

Opening up the email in the browser David read over the specifications.

• Our Corporate Website Must Contain:
• Page for Testimonials
• Page for our Management with login for an our intranet
• Page for Subsidaries
• Welcome Page that highlights Rygel Ltd Strengths
• A Page for News
• Drop Down Menu to easily access each page
• Metatags, Marketing have devised will get best results
• Connection to our Social Media
• Finally as Rygel Ltd is trying to improve our image, please use the new colour palette we provided as well as new name Zenith Industries.

Nodding, he opened draft document again and went into the code. Already he was having second thoughts about this code, while fairly servicable it felt half-assed. He of course knew entirely why this project was happening, Rygel Ltd were a chemical industry who had been caught dumping much of their waste in the Wetlands of Florida. It had gotten so bad, that the Florida Governor had called for them to get investigated. The new name, logo and more was an attempt to rein in the criticisms and appear like they have changed. In reality, David knew better - neutral though he may be it did not take a genius to realize redesigning their image without any substantial changes would do little. Still a job was a job, and dirty money or not he still had to live.

Knowing this he could completely understand why he half-assed the code. Still, Ryan would not notice, but he would know how little he had done. Sighing he scrubbed all of it, and started once more typing.

Every coder had their own trademark they hid in the code, it was a calling card for people who cared. David's calling card was ASCII picture of a devil face with the phrase "Dance with the Devil." below. It was catchy, perfectly astrute and eye-catching to those who could hire him. Focusing on the code, he went into deep concentration mode, only pausing to drink from his coffee he gotten from the machine before stepping inside.

His fingers danced over the keyboard sporadically stopping before adding more to the strings, already he was finding this code more up to his perfection level. To think he had been planning to just send this in, now David felt better about all this. Like, normally aesthetic, was not his strength, but today he was coming with uses of design and colour that really made him blink. Now he felt he had far more pronounced command of colour. Employing clever uses of various swatches and palettes to stick within the colour parametres but make this website stand out to other Corporate ventures.

For four hours he worked hard on this, catching up to where he was before and beamed proud at the Front Page and how he had manage to bring everything requested out.

Admiring his work, he sighed, looked up at the clock, before standing to close his office door, locking and pulling down blinds.

He had time?

His mind considered, no he did deserve this, he had worked so damn hard on this project. Now this was his reward.

Starting up browser he opened Pornhub again and once again he found his fingers start typing his usual thing, but instead a voice whispered, "Don't be like your Father." it was fair point, sighing he found his hands moving to previously watched videos and this time opening the channel from before, "Real men know what women want. You want to be a real men, don't you?"

The voice however irritating it was, once again was right, opening up the channel he found new video, "Secretary Shows Her Boss Her Appreciation"

Now this was more like it, opening up his trousers he pulled out his cock and started watching, while wearing headphones.

Once again video was filmed in a way where you saw more of the man, and this time instead of watching, his wandered, as his hand rubbed up and down.

*********************

He was in Ryan's office, and he was on his knees.

Despite not usually being comfortable or desiring to be in that prick office, he knew in his mind he wanted to be here. More so he actively enjoyed being here, which made no sense to him at all.

Towering above him was Ryan, looking at him like he nothing, nothing at all. And the worse thing about all of this is he realized he loved this. His mind craved this in such a wild way, he could not fully fathom. Ryan was everything he hated. Yet, he felt, no needed all of this intimate ****. He knew this, because he was on his knees for one reason and one reason only.

He saw his Manager pull out his throbbing rod and licked his lips the anticipation of pleasing this man, this adonis filling her with delight.

Immediately he locked his thick lips over it and started loudly slurping back and forth in rythmic motion he never once imagined he was capable of. Despite this, his lips moved expertly, tasting his pre-cum and drinking it hungrily, without shame, no just unbridled lust.

As he did so, he heard, Ryan's remarks, "I never imagined you would be such a perfect slut." she started on him harder, her elicitations muffled by the member, yet still audible enough, her boss could hear.

"Yeah take it, whore, suck my cock." his hair was longer and he felt heavier in the chest, but nonetheless obeyed moaning in such a highpitched way seemingly feeling pleasure from these comments, and begging for more. Like, he knew the more dirty remarks Ryan made the more he wanted to be wanton cumslut.

The longer he performed the deed, the more he felt quivers of red hot excitement, he felt, his mind imagining what came next.

Ryan always knew how to breed him so good.

No not him, her, this was real him.

Encouraged by his grunts, she fell upon the cock and pushed it deep into her mouth, gagging only slightly, but continuing to greedily kiss and lick with such abandon, no shame whatsoever. Her body, begging for his attention, dressed in skimpy lingerie like Ryan liked, she could feel underwear growing ever more wet the longer he prolonged this, before slaying her with his sword like he did daily.

Deepthroating, she whimpered breathlessly, staring with her big eyes.

He laughed, and used his hands to impale her on the cock, before gasping and erupting a ropes into her mouth.

Oh god!

Michelle felt so wet, so aroused.

She could feel her nethers moistening with each moment.

it was difficult to swallow all, in fact some dribbled out her mouth, but she took up as much as she could her eyes-watering due to the overall gooey load he shot into her.

************

With surprising audibility, David erupted climaxing as he blinked in confusion. The video was long over, and what about what he had imagined, that was just the video right?

Grabbing tissues he cleaned himself up, only partially noting that while there was a lot, it had not spread far, likely a good thing. Shaking his head, he decided he should move on and quickly placed his flaccid shaft back in his trousers. In his mind he wondered if he should stop using this website, but everyone had their kinks, and really the voice was correct he needed to know how to provide ecstasy to women, thinking like a women would just make things easier in that regard surely.