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The building in front of me was massive. Not only was it quite tall, but it basically covered the entire block. There were posters lined on the walls showing models in the company's underwear doing poses and looking seductively, as you would expect of them. This being in the middle of downtown, there were multiple people walking around, talking with others, entering and exiting the building, what you would expect from the area. I was standing right in front of it wearing the best suit and tie I owned as I mentally prepared myself to enter.

After my, ahem, event with Gor, we contacted each other and set up an appointment so that I can get an interview with his company, Pureign. Since I'm a freelancer, I would sign a contract if they were to hire me, which suits me just fine. I just need to make a good impression on the hiring manager.

I took a deep breath before entering the building. Passing the doors, I was greeted with the main lobby, and it was huge. So much space that I'm sure a thousand people can walk here just fine. While there definitely wasn't a thousand people, there were still many walking about and interacting. A lot of them had folders and suitcases and walked with poised as they headed to what I assumed were meeting rooms. There were many chairs and tables around the area as well, which the majority were occupied. I continued walking forward until I was able to see the reception desk. Apparently, the company decided to have the desk all the way in the back. Interesting choice.

I walked towards it and took a deep breath before going to talk to the woman behind the desk. And it was by no means a small reception desk either. Don't know why they got one that big when I only saw one person behind it, but maybe they got it for the visual? It even had a giant wooden back panel with the company's name on it. The woman herself was a feline beastfolk, a puma if I were to estimate. She wore a really nice blouse and had jewelry from earrings to bracelets. I'm sure she had more than I could see but they were the ones that were noticeable. As I got closer, I saw a name plate in front of her that said “Silvia."

She saw me walk up towards her and gave me a smile, “Hello, welcome to Pureign! How can I help you?"

I smiled back at her, “Hi! My name is Javier. I have an appointment that was endorsed by Gor?"

She did a double take and gave me a look of shock, “Gor endorsed someone? That's a first. He tends to just focus on selling than recruiting."

“In his defense, I'm fluent in sales language too so I got his attention."

She let out a good-natured laugh and began typing in her computer, “You must have given him one hell of a sales pitch then." (Hell yeah, I did.) “The most you can get out of him is work, work, work. Ah! Here you are! Seems like your interview will be waiting for you on the 30th floor. You can take one of the elevators on your left and it will take you right to there."

“Oh, thank you! Have a nice day!"

“You too! And good luck!"

Waving goodbye to Silvia, I made my way to the elevators, which were all in a collective hall, and pressed one of the MANY buttons that were placed. Thankfully, one of them opened a couple seconds later and I was able to get in. The elevator ride was uneventful as I just waited to get on my floor. (Guess I got lucky.) When it hit the 30th floor, I got out and gave a quick scan.

The entire place was what you would expect of an office space. Tables with computers, stacks of papers, and many other office supplies in every corner I looked. People were either sitting on their desks working on the computer or walking to whatever place they need to be with papers in their hands. And it looked a little hectic. Maybe not “I have many things to do and I must hurry" busy but everything had a task they were working on.

Not knowing who to look for (I forgot to ask Silvia, rookie mistake), I scanned the office until I saw a familiar face. Gor was there talking to a couple of people, who looked like a male elf and a female human. He wore a similar suit from the last time I saw him, but this time he left out the coat. He turned his head a little and was able to notice me. He gave a smile, told the two people a couple of things, and walked towards me.

“You're here! And not a moment too soon! How have you been?"

I smiled back at him, “Pretty good. Nice to see you too, Gor. The receptionist told me to come to this floor for my interview?"

“Yes, it will be in this floor. Don't worry. The hiring manager can be a little strict, but she's also fair. I think she's currently helping a new employee but she should be done in a few minutes."

I shrugged, “It's fine. I have nothing planned for today other than this anyway. And it's good to see your handsome face again."

Gor blushed and scratched the back of his head, “T-thanks, it's, uh, good to see you again too."

He leaned a little close and whispered to my ear, “Truth be told, I'm having a very hard time not getting…you know, when I saw you."

I giggled at that, “I'm flattered. Whenever you're free, come find me. We can have some fun together."

I winked at him, which made him make a bashful chuckle.

“I-I'll be sure to remember that." He separated from me and gave a cough. “Anyway! Um, can I get you something while you wait? We have coffee but-“

“That won't be necessary, Gor."

A deep, groveling voice interrupted and we both turned to look at its owner.

A hulking, handsome orc wearing a pristine tuxedo walked forward. The exact look you would expect to see in the front cover of a magazine. (He even had a chain watch attached to his vest.) I won't be surprised if that suit was worth more than my entire wardrobe. His hair was styled in a comb over with not a single hair out of place and no beard, but you could tell that he shaved. He had the face of a man who could EASILY win the “most attractive man in the world" title that certain magazines love to do. The way he carried himself was that of superiority, but still respectable. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I landed in a movie film with main male lead.

He gave me (us) the most breathtaking smile and said, “I talked with Vy and told her I could take over as hiring manager for today, so he'll come with me."

Gor's eyes widened with surprise, “Boss! Good morning! Are-are you sure!? Aren't you busy right now!?"

The orc's smile grew a little bigger as he looked at Gor, “You don't need to worry about that. I managed to finish my current appointments earlier than expected. And I really wanted to see the photographer you endorsed."

He turned to look at me, “I apologize. When I heard that someone caught my workaholic salesman's eye, I just had to know who it was." He raised his hand at me for a handshake. “My name is Roderick Blacksure, I'm the CEO of Pureign."

Wow, those hands were big. And I was able to see a couple of rings on some of his fingers. And while I couldn't really see because the sleeve was covered, I think I saw a bracelet on his wrist.

I lifted my hand and shook his, “It's a pressure to meet you, sir! I'm Javier Celencia, a freelance photographer."

Mr. Blacksure turned to Gor, “Have to say, you surprised me. Figured you'd be too busy to even notice anything or anyone else, let alone a photographer."

Gor blushed and scratched the back of his head, “Well, you know. When someone catches your attention, they catch your attention. And his work DID look great, so…"

A heavy laugh escaped Mr. Blacksure, “It's alright, Gor. I trust your judgement. I'll just interview him and see his work to see if he is a good fit for us. Alright?"

He then turned to me again, “Shall we get going? We'll take this to my office."

I nodded, “Of course."

I waved goodbye to Gor (who immediately went back to talking to some of his coworkers) and headed to the elevator with the big man himself. Once in the elevator, it rose to the upper floors with me standing side by side with him. With the now enclosed space, I was able to smell his very masculine cologne. Different from Gor's, more poignant and powerful. Made me want to submit to that man already.

He faced me as he spoke, “I trust that you have experience taking pictures of people?"

I mimicked his action, “Yes, I'm very versatile with my photography and have a website with all my work so they are easier to find."

He smiled, “Perfect. Already starting to like you."

I let out a giggle out of habit. God, why am I so weak to orcs? Oh, right. Because they're practically sex gods in their own right.

We got in our floor pretty quickly (seriously, I thought companies like this CONSTANTLY have people stop the elevators) and entered a nearly decorated hall with a big desk on the side and a pair of huge doors in the other. Behind the desk was a female tiefling who had what I can only describe as a secretary outfit. (Though she did make it look good.)

She stood up when she noticed her boss and gave a bow.

“Hello, sir."

Wow, she sounded very professional. Her voice sounded straightforward and monotone.

“Hello, Aya. I will be interviewing this fine, young gentleman here for the next 30 minutes. If anyone asks for me, tell them that I am currently busy."

She gave me a quick look when he pointed at me (with a masked expression, so I didn't know what she was thinking), but immediately looked back at him and nodded.

“Of course, sir."

He walked towards the doors of his office (which were almost comically big) with me behind him and opened them for me. I thanked him as I passed by him and took in the CEO's office.

It was almost COMICALLY large. The size can easily be a condo in terms of scale, maybe even bigger! The office was exactly what you would expect from a CEO. There were multiple sofas in the center of the room with a coffee table right in the middle, not sure what brand but they looked very expensive and comfortable. Past the sofas and tables was the big man's own desk. It was shaped in a half-circle and was just as big as its owner. (I suppose when you're an orc, you can reach farther than others.) There were a couple of chairs right in front of said desk as well. Both sides of the office had multiple closets and drawers. They were all closed (talk about keeping it nice and tidy) but I wouldn't be surprised if they had extra suits and work-related files in them.

There were some personal touches I saw; was definitely able to notice a couple degrees that were on his desk, as well as some figurines on both the desk and coffee table. And the absolute kicker? A gigantic window just behind the desk, replacing the entire wall, and giving a beautiful view. The sunlight was able to illuminate the entire room, with no need from any lights.

I thought I would only be able to see something like this on television, but this was the real deal.

Mr. Blacksure passed me and lifted his hand towards one of the chairs that was close to his desk, “Please, have a seat."

I composed myself and nodded my head, “Oh, thank you."

As I sat down, my nerves returned. It felt a little stronger compared to when I was standing in front of the building, but I was controlling it the best I could.

Once the big man sat behind his desk, he turned to me and gave a smile. Fuck, he was too sexy! I didn't know if I would be able to handle getting interviewed by him without thinking how hot he must look plowing away (my hole, preferably).

“So, Javier, correct? Are you nervous?"

I couldn't help but giggle, “Well, I wasn't expecting the big man himself to be interviewing me. Not that I'm complaining."

“I would like to think I'm pleasant company. Don't worry, I don't bite."

God, I wanted him to, though.

“You seem like you would be, Mr. Blacksure."

He gave a mixture of a huff and a laugh, “Please, personally I hate being called by my surname. You can call me Roderick, or even Rod. Of course, in a more professional setting, sir or boss is fine, but you may call me by my first name."

Oh, well, I'm not gonna say no to that.

“Sure, Rod." Felt a little odd calling my future boss by his first name. “I'm fine with anything you wish to throw at me!"

He gave a deep chuckle hearing that, “I'll hold you to that. It's not every day that anyone could keep up with me and my work."

He gave me a wink, which made me blush. God, how could he be this hot!? If he asked me to get on his desk and show him my hole, I would have done it instinctively!

He made himself more comfortable on his chair and placed his arms on top of the desk with one hand over the other, giving a professional attitude.

“Now," his smile grew wider, “why don't you show me what you got?"

Everything was a bit of a blur after that. After giving him my website, I gave my best presentation speech and stated how I'm a good team player and listener. I also dropped some compliments on his company and how I liked his products, just to add a cherry on top. All the while, he listened to everything I was saying, looking at my work in the website, and asking questions here and there about certain criteria he was curious about. Don't know how long the interview went for, but it felt like hours.

Rod hummed after a while, “Have to say, your work is incredibly well done. Nice shots, compliments the place or person, I can even tell that you had fun taking them. The perfect type of energy I want for my work environment!"

I raised my eyebrows hearing that, “You-you mean…"

He gave me a comforting smile, which was all the answer I needed. He got up and lifted his hand to me for a shake.

“Welcome to the team, Javier. I look forward to seeing what you do for my company."

I looked at his hand, then back at him. I couldn't help but be elated so I happily took his hand and gave it a nice shake. I tried to ignore the obvious feel of a strong, manly grip on me. Barely succeeded.

“Thank you, sir! I will do my best!"

“Oh, I know you will. Why don't we get you started then?"

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For the next couple of days, I was taking shot after shot of many models and underwear. The amount of almost naked people I have seen probably would probably make my college friends jealous. The men were a nice treat. Fit men of all kinds of races (some were even orcs) wearing only tight undergarment? A gay guy's dream and a half! Sure, the women were also gorgeous, no doubt about it, but they didn't tingle the dingle, you know what I mean?

I still told all of them how great they looked in the garments. Best way to be on a model's good graces and let them relax is to compliment them and make it a more pleasurable experience for them. It also makes the photo session more fun for everybody. And if the smiles are anything to go by, I'd say I was doing a pretty good job of that.

Some of Pureign's employees would come and see how everything was going, especially Rod. I guess he wanted to see how I operated in his work environment. I would ask him if there was anything he wanted to add to the shoot, but he would just say that I, as the expert, would know better than him what's the best course of action. I mean, he's not wrong.

He would also be VERY close to me when he looked at the pictures I took. Practically inches away. Whenever he did that, I would take a nice whiff and get hit with the aroma of his cologne. It smelled so dominant and powerful. Perfect for a man in charge. And oh, so sexy.

Gor would come to visit sometimes as well. I'm sure he was curious to see how the person he endorsed was doing at his new position, and it was nice to see him. Of course, it wasn't just purely visiting. On the rare occasion he was genuinely free, he would come to me and we would…pass the time together. It was only a couple of times, but I did make the man feel good. (Myself included.) And we made sure to do it when I was free as well. We sadly couldn't go all the way due to the breaks being so short, but what can you do?

One day, I got called up to Rod's office after a photoshoot. After getting off of the elevator and saying hello to his secretary Aya, I knocked on his door and waited for him to call me in.

It didn't take long for me to hear, “Come in."

Entering, I saw Rod looking at sheets of paper on his hand and reviewing them. I know I'm repeating myself, but god is he handsome. Even in the middle of work he looks breathtaking. I stood in front of his table and joined my hands behind my back.

“Hello sir! You called for me?"

He looked up at me and gave a smile before joining the papers he was reviewing and playing them on the side of his desk.

“Yes, I did. I take it everything went well at the shoot?"

“Oh, yeah! Everything went smoothly! I checked all the photos and compiled the ones that look the best. But if you prefer I send all of the photos just in case, I can do that!"

He hummed in agreement, “I trust your judgement. The ones you chose last time were very well liked by the rest of the company."

“Great! I'll send it out as soon as possible."

“Very well." He leaned forward on his desk and gave a light laugh as he looked at me. “Have to say, you are doing much better than I would have hoped. Haven't had a good photographer like you since the beginning years of Pureign."

I blushed slightly hearing his praise, “Thanks, that means a lot."

“A pity you are not a full employee. I take it you wouldn't want to have a permanent job here with us? I won't be upset if you say no."

I gave him a smile and chose my words carefully, “While I would love to continue working with you in the future, I am more than satisfied with the arrangement we have right now. I am all for renewing the contract when it happens but, sorry."

He gave a chuckle and waved his hand, “It's alright. I expected as much, and would prefer that as well."

I rose an eyebrow at that but he continued.

“I've also seen that Gor has gone to see you as well! It's rare for him to think about anything other than his job. You must have made quite the impression."

“Oh! Yeah, it's great seeing him. I'm glad he also enjoys my company."

Rod gave a deep chuckle, “I'd say he more than enjoys your company considering the boner he always gets when seeing you."

I froze and took those words in for a couple of seconds. The look on his face was definitely teasing, but I couldn't tell what other emotion he had. Probably from the shock. While I knew he was more laid back than other bosses, at the end of the day, he was still my boss. I didn't know what to say to him after saying something like that.

“Uh, um…"

“Weird tangent, but do you know the hotel Gor was staying at when you two met?"

I got even MORE confused. What did that have to do with anything?

“You see, I'm friends with the owner of that hotel. And he just so happened to have seen Gor when he entered the hotel with a young man matching your description and heading to the elevator. My friend thought it was odd, as he knew Gor was my workaholic employee and it seems a little out of character for him. So, he called me to ask about that. Between you and me, he's a bit of a gossip. But I was also very curious about that as well. Especially when the young man didn't leave the hotel until the next morning."

Oh.

“Now, imagine my reaction when I learned that Gor was endorsing said young man not a few days after they went to the hotel. I considered it incredibly odd."

OH.

“But I also knew that Gor wouldn't just endorse ANYBODY. He loves this company too much to just recommend someone he had a fling with. So, I wanted to meet the man myself and see what it was that grabbed my employee's attention."

He leaned down on his table with his arms crossed on top of it and gave me a challenging look. As if almost begging for me to defend myself.

“I'll admit, I'm pleasantly surprised that you were MORE than competent at your job. I was prepared to assume to worst. But that doesn't take away the fact that you and he met and had sex at the hotel. Are you going to deny this?"

In the back of my mind, I knew that if I denied it, it would not go well for me. I decided to take a leap of faith and hope for the best.

“No, sir. He and I did have sex that day."

He rose an eyebrow and smirked, “It lasted long enough for it to be morning?"

“We went multiple rounds."

“Really? I've seen what he's packing. You were able to take it?"

I shrugged and smiled weakly, “I love big dicks."

An amused huff escaped him, “And you were able to keep going?"

“I've had A LOT of practice."

I finished saying that while looking straight at his eyes. Might as well. If he was going to find out how much of a slut I was, then it was gonna be from me.

Both eyebrows rose this time as he returned my stare. It looked almost as if he was checking something. He then suddenly straightened and pushed himself off the table. His chair apparently had wheels, so he was able to separate himself a nice couple of feet away from it. That's when I noticed it.

Sticking out of his unzipped pants, was a massive, green, thick, orc cock that could replace a wooden club. I was salivating. It looked like it was pulsing and getting harder the more I looked at it. The veins also looked like they were going to pop right off with how thick they were. The big mushroom head somehow looked majestic, just waiting to get worshiped with licks and sucks. Everything about that dick was just as perfect as the orc who had it.

My body reacted instantly. Immediately, I felt a heat surging all over and my dick was growing at light speed. My mouth was suddenly feeling very dry, and so was looking directly at the thing that was going to quench it.

He beckoned me with a finger and gave me a smirk, “Prove it then."

It was like a siren's song. I walked around his table and kneeled before him, getting face to face with that delicious looking monster of his. My body leaned forward without thinking and had me brush my lips of that gigantic mushroom head, giving it a nice, wet kiss. My hungry self moaned obscenely (shocker) getting the taste of this man. There was musk mixed with some cleanliness that almost felt rich. (Either wealth or taste applied here.) I took in the rest of the head to get more of that unique and addicting flavor.

I looked up at Rod and saw his face give a prideful look, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I responded by taking in more of him, making sure I even tasted his foreskin. My throat and mouth were working overtime to make sure I took it all in. Every single inch I got of him made me whine and moan more like the greedy bitch I was. Rod was huffing louder and louder the more I took him, refusing to look away as this hungry bottom swallowed his meat.

Eventually, I took him all the way down to the hilt. All I could do was cross my eyes and give a shivering moan in ecstasy having all of that wonderful cock in my mouth. Said moans gave vibrations to Rod's dick and, this time, he let out a satisfied grunt.

“Haaaaaa, damn. A deepthroat, huh? You are full of surprises."

I pulled back until the head was only in my mouth, and dove in again. I repeated the motion until my throat was could accept all of it without difficulty. I went faster as I wanted to have his pre waterfalling down my throat. The groans I was making Rod do were getting higher as the pressure was continuing. Yet that smirk of his (though it looked for like a smile now) never left his face.

As more of my saliva was coating his green club, the squelching and gulping sounds of unmistakable debauchery increased. If I wasn't hard already, this would have done it.

“Uuuugh, I know you said you loved big dicks but, haaa, I wasn't expecting THIS much. You're insatiable."

I took out his meat from my mouth, which made a very sloshy sound, and laid it on my face as I gave it affectionate kisses on the base.

“I fucking LOVE cock. It's the best thing in the world. Especially big, thick, green monstrosities like this one. It's so fucking perfect."

Rod's smile grew wider hearing that. Must have been a huge ego boost.

“Careful, Javier. I'm not the type of guy to hold myself back. Say things like that, and that little body of yours might go through a rough time."

I have a long lick from the base to the head and then smacked that piece of meat on my cheek, getting pre and my spit on it.

“Please do. I want to be used by such a big, strong man like you. I want to be treated like nothing more than a whore. Leave me gaping and wasted to your heart's content. I want to be covered and stuffed will all of your cum. Please."

I saw something shine on Rod's eyes. Suddenly I felt like there was a predator in front of me that had just found their perfect prey. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back slightly. I let out a surprised moan as he forced me to look at him directly, completely separated from his cock.

“You want to be used?"

I couldn't even nod my head, so I just responded.

“Yes."

“How badly can you take it?"

“As rough as you can."

“Are you fine getting slapped at?"

“Yes."

He leaned forward.

“Choked?"

My body shivered in excitement.

“Yes."

“Pain?"

“Yes."

He tugged my hair harder, making me give a sigh that was a mix of pain and pleasure. He then spat on my face. A big chuck of wetness landed on my nose and mouth. He looked at me with determination.

“Your safeword, is rectitude."

A failsafe. And I knew what he was planning. I took out my tongue and licked around my mouth, getting as much spit as I could, and swallowed.

“Yes sir."

Next thing I knew, he lifted me up and pushed me down his table face first. Hard enough to make a statement but not hard enough to hurt badly. I started breathing heavily, out of excitement and nervousness. By breathing, I was able to smell how clean the table was, a little citrus like. He then hovered over me and placed his head close to my ear.

“Beg me for it."

A grind on my rear, that felt like I was being pushed into the table, got a desperate cry out of me. My crack felt that heavy log even through my pants.

“I need it. I need that monster inside me. Please. Breed me. Own me. I'm all yours, sir. Every part of me. Please!"

He pushed himself off of me and, in a blink, grabbed my pants and ripped them off of me. Along with my underwear.

I was in shock. But that quickly turned into arousal. This man was strong enough to rip off my pants with little effort. And that same man was gonna have his way with me. As hard as he wants. I shivered in anticipation.

No longer having the barrier of cloth, I was able to feel that orc dick on my crack. As he did another grind, I returned the action, unashamedly begging for it.

“Spread yourself."

Like a true sub, my body obeyed without hesitation. I grabbed my asscheeks and spread them as far apart as possible, making sure my hole was in plain view.

I heard a growl coming out from behind me, “I knew you had a nice, fat ass. Wasn't expecting it to look this SCRUMPTIOUS."

My hole then felt a kiss of a familiar object.

“And now it's mine to enjoy."

Which followed with it being pushed inside me.

It took some effort to focus on holding my cheeks while he entered me. I cried wantonly and just stayed still as he continues to push.

“Hhhrrrrrr, you're taking me very well."

More and more of that schlong went in, and I was holding my cheeks like a lifeline. The weight of a foreign object reaching my stomach graced me. That's when Rod's hip finally touched my rear.

Finally fully seated, a broken moan that bounced off the walls left my mouth. Here I was, dick stuffed to the brim inside of the CEO's office, and it's the CEO who owns that dick. My body felt fuller than when I've eaten at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Letting go of my buns now that he was fully in, I placed them at the edge of the table. I held tightly to it the same way I did my cheeks. Once more, I felt a pull of my hair, which lifted me up and made me gasp licentiously.

I only heard one command.

“Scream."

And with the power of an engine, he began thrusting long and hard like a man possessed.

I couldn't hold it in even if I wanted to. I immediately hit my highest octave feeling that force of pressure exiting and entering my body. The pristine office looked blurry as the assault was affecting me completely. The citrus smell from the table was quickly getting replaced with the musky and tangy scent of sweat and sex. My ass clapped and jiggled so wildly from the force that I was convinced they would be sent flying to the other side of the room. The only thing coming out of my mouth were the screaming cries of euphoria thanks to this glorious orc. I couldn't even bring myself to say words. (The mixture of pain and pleasure was probably doing that.)

Rod, however, didn't have that problem.

“Hhaaaaa, now THAT'S an ass! Perfect for orcs like us! No wonder you got Gor's attention! This ass is like a black hole!"

I felt a powerful smack on one of my buns and nearly crossed my eyes with the added stimulus. No doubt I would have also cried in pleasure, but seeing as I was already doing that…

“Rrrrrrgh! Other sluts would have said the safeword already! Don't want to say it even a little bit!?"

Even if I could say anything, I wouldn't have. Though he didn't need to know that first part. So I just continued to cry my guts out.

I heard a mix of a laugh and a grunt.

“Now you're just being unfair! You're making me we want to, rrrrgh, go all out! Don't give me false hope here!"

He tugged my hair a little harder, which made me bring back my head all the way to be able to see him. And what a sight. Even though he was upside down, I was able to see the light coming out of the window behind him giving him a glow. Even with the sweat, disheveled hair, and wrinkled suit because of the sex, he looked like a god. All I responded with was an enamored stare and a shivering moan.

A look of realization crossed his face, and he couldn't help but give a quiet chuckle.

“You WANT me to all out. You, rrrgh, you're loving this. I can practically see the, haaa, hearts in your eyes!"

The thrusting never stopped during that speech. It almost seemed second nature to multitask while fucking for him. I needed to respond to that. And seeing as I couldn't even say a word with my brain short circuiting from gratification, I responded with an open smile while still giving the “heart eyes" he mentioned.

He looked at me for a few seconds more. Instantly, he stopped thrusting (but not before giving me one more powerful strike) and pushed me down violently back on the desk. In quick succession, he grabbed both my arms, put my palms together, and I suddenly felt something tying on both my wrists. It felt like leather straps. I was then lifted up effortlessly on top of his desk in a kneeling position, with my legs spread apart to have my ass sticking out. Finally, he once again bent down to my ear.

“A man after my own heart."

Before I could even blink, he wrapped his hands around my throat for a second and left go. But the feeling of leather replaced his hands. I was confused, but then he brought his hand down to my eye level and showed me that he was holding a leash. A lease that was connecting to what was on my neck. A leash with a collar.

“You ready to work overtime?"

My body quivered. I knew I was gonna be treated like the fuck toy I was. This time, I had the breathing room and energy to respond.

“Yes, sir."

He again pushed himself off me, and pulled the leash to lift me while continuing to fuck me like before. If I thought it was intense before, this was on a whole other level. Mix the mind-boggling sensations of getting fucked and getting choked with a leather collar, and I no longer felt like I was in my body. (Helps that it was making it hard to breathe.) That's not even mentioning the fact I couldn't grab anything with both hands being tied. I was just meant to take it until Rod was satisfied.

Another change? I was no longer screaming. Makes sense, considering the choking, but instead I was letting out raspy gasps of breath that made it sound like I was trying to hurl. Oh, and my tongue sticking out as if I was a dog. I even had my eyes half closed and glossy. It was a little hard keeping balance with me kneeling on top of the big man's desk, but dear god, it was phenomenal.

“Push back on my cock."

A slap on my ass followed the command. With whatever hidden strength I had, I met his strong thrusts, begging for it to go deeper in my stomach. My knees and legs were working overtime as I stayed in rhythm with Rod like an engine.

Another slap.

“Rrrrgh, look how pretty that ass of yours looks. Rippling like waves and as red as a rose. Makes me want to punish it more!"

He then gave a heavy thrust that would have sent me flying off the table if I wasn't already hooked onto that green piece of meat. It almost felt like it was going to burst out of my stomach. (Hello, movie reference.)

I let out a heavy groan that strained my vocal cords. It didn't stop when Rod continued with the assault. Instead of going fast and rough, he switched it to slow and hard; taking out his dick almost all the way and shoving it in to the hilt. Fuck, did it feel overwhelming feeling empty one second and full in the other. But I still pushed back despite all of it, it's like my body couldn't live without that euphoric sensation.

I was even getting close. The table was probably soaking with my pre (maybe even Rod's too) and I felt it getting closer and closer.

Somehow, Rod could tell I was at my limit. Between the feral grunts, he gave another command.

“You don't cum before I do."

A jolt went from my toes to my head. Somehow, that order made my release freeze. I felt like I was a quarter of the way to shoot all over the table, but my cum was now staying still.

“That's right, this hot little body of yours belongs to me. I love a little sub who knows their place."

He pulled the leash hard enough to lift me up and grab me. I was now embraced by this hunk of a man, but he was still pulling the leash enough for me to still be choking. He was holding my stomach on the exact place where the bulge appeared, so as he fucked me, his hand was able to feel his dick through my stomach.

“THIS-“ Thrust. “-is your master. And it won't stop until that belly of yours gets filled with my cum. You want that?"

I nodded faintly.

“Beg for it."

With a crack in my voice, I responded, “Breed me, sir. Make me your slut. I'll keep your cock warm any time you want. I'll carry your babies until I burst. I'm yours. However you want me. Sir. Master."

I felt his cock jump after I called him that. The heavy thrusting continued as he held me in place. All I could do was groan and groan as I felt his movements become more desperate.

“I think my little sub deserves a special reward! Not many get it! You want it!?"

Thrust.

“Yes, Master!"

Thrust.

“Say it louder!"

Thrust.

“YES, MASTER!"

Thrust.

“Anything for my sub!"

With a powerful growl and a final thrust, and a hose of cum was deposited straight to my stomach. I felt the waves of that white cream fill me up so deliciously that I finally came with one last scream. It was unavoidable that I sprayed all my cum on Rod's fancy (and probably expensive) desk. I think some might have even gone past the desk.

Eventually, everything quieted down to both Rod and I breathing heavily. Rod massaged my now expanded stomach while I leaned on him, smelling that mixture of his body odor and cologne.

He looked at my face with a look of contentment, “Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for a sub like you?"

My brain could barely come up with anything. The high I was feeling was so overwhelming that I didn't want to think of anything else. My body, however, nuzzled onto Rod, knowing who it was that gave it that immense pleasure.

One word did come out of my mouth though.

“Master…"

Geez, the way I said it made it sound like adoration. (Not that I could control that. He DID use me so ravishingly.)

I felt a strong pulse hitting my walls and I let out a weak moan. And I knew that it wasn't over yet.

Rod shook his head and smiled in disbelief, “You are unreal, you know that? But, this IS a good opportunity to see how long my toy can last. Don't you agree?"

I looked him dead in the eyes and nodded. In response, he squeezed my stomach filled with cum, now giving a louder moan.

“Then I hope you remember your safeword, just in case."

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Would you be surprised if I told you that Rod had a private bathroom and shower in his office? I was honestly MORE surprised that I missed there being multiple doors in the office. (I later found out it's because they were “somewhat" hidden.) So, there I was, getting a quick shower to recover from my more recent activities. Though, not FULLY.

When I got out of the shower and looked at the giant mirror provided, I was covered in red marks and bruises. Safe to say, Rod did NOT go easy on me after our first romp. Not that I wanted him to. I've always wanted to try out more kinkier stuff like this, so I am MORE than pleased with how it went. Even if certain marks were very obvious on specific areas. (Nothing makeup couldn't cover.)

I dried myself as much as I could before wrapping a towel on my waist and leaving the bathroom. As I got out, my eyes immediately trailed to Rod, who was just finishing putting on a tie (along with a new suit). I don't know if it was because of the setting sun, but he looked like he was glowing. Didn't help that he had a happy looking expression.

He turned to look at me, made a quick scan, and gave a very pleased growl, “That's a good look on you, my little sub."

I giggled and bit my lower lip, “It feels good, too. I can STILL feel those hands manhandling me."

An amused scoff escaped him, “You sure you're not an incubus? I refuse to believe a human can take that much, not use the safeword once, and still give me the look of someone who can still go for more."

Before I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. Rod went to open it while I stayed close to the bathroom door so I could go in and hide in the last second, just in case.

Rod opened the door and responded gleefully, “Ah, Aya! Did you get everything I ask for?"

“Yes, sir."

The angle I was in made it that the door was blocking my view, so I couldn't see what was being passed on.

“Wonderful! Thank you, Aya! I will call you if I need anything else."

“Of course, sir."

After closing the door, Rod beckoned me over, “Come."

Confused, I walked towards him. Once I was close to him, he showed me what his secretary gave him. To my surprise, in his hands was a suit. Not just any suit either, it was from one of the most well-known and luxurious brands. There were even briefs that were added with the suit, from his own company.

He smiled at me as he handed the items over to me, “I practically destroyed that suit you were wearing. And from the pieces I saw, you were wearing briefs. Consider this an apology. Also, a thank you for being a good sport."

I looked at him in disbelief, “But, this is from one of the most expensive brands in the market! You didn't have to-!“

“I wanted to. Trust me when I say that this is pocket change for someone like me, so it not going to affect me. Besides-“

He then grabbed my waist to bring me close to him, face to face.

“I like to spoil my subs rotten. Especially good little subs like you."

I couldn't help but blush. I then lowered my gaze with a smile on my face.

“Thank you, sir."

I suddenly felt his hand grab my hair again and pull, making me do a wanton gasp. I was eye to eye with Rod again, this time with our lips almost touching.

“When we're alone like this, call me Master."

You would think my body had no more lust to give, but you would be dead wrong. My body once more shivered in delight being given another order.

“Thank you, Master."

A primitive growl.

“That's a good sub."

He let go of my hair and passed me the suit.

“Now put this on. Right in front of me. Slowly."

I understood the assignment. Once he made himself comfortable in one of his chairs, he enjoyed the show of me seductively getting dressed. I did everything I could think of; bending over and shimmying while putting on underwear and pants (ass facing him, of course), caressing my bruised body as I put on the buttoned shirt, throwing my head back as I got the tie around my marked neck, things like that. He never took his eyes off of me, and I loved the attention I was getting from him.

Once I finished, he got up from his chair and walked over to me. He leaned down to reach my ear and grabbed my waist to bring me close to him.

“Beautiful."

I then felt him patting my ass, like one would pay a dog's head. I bit my lip again and gave a content sigh.

“Now, why don't you get out of here before I rip THESE clothes, huh? I could feel my body getting excited again."

“Yes, Master."

Taking my cue, I opened the office doors, got out, and closed them shut, with my back leaning on them as I gave a sigh. I opened my eyes and found myself eye to eye with Rod's secretary, Aya. Who just so happened to be sitting behind her desk.

My body froze, and everything started filling my brain. I just had sex with her boss in his office. I was NOT quiet in the LEAST. He and I went at it until sunset. She was the one who brought clothes (that were CLEARLY too small for Rod) that I ended up wearing. She saw her boss wearing a different suit from this morning. And she finally saw me getting out of the office in plain view, no chance for me to deny anything.

She just stared at me with a blank expression as I tried to think on what to say. But I was drawing a blank. What could you say in that situation? It's pretty obvious what happened. Especially since she was the one who got the suit that I was currently wearing.

I swallowed as I tried to get SOMETHING out, “Um, I, uh…"

“You don't need to say anything."

I blinked in surprise as she beat me to the punch.

“Huh?"

“Even if you tried to deny it, the smell of the office alone says volumes."

Oh. Right. Forgot about that too.

“Ah, I'm, I'm sorry."

“Oh, you don't need to apologize. In fact, I'm actually relieved."

Once more, I blinked in surprise, “What?"

She then lifted the stack of papers she had and jogged them on her desk, “I haven't seen him that content in a while. This is the perfect opportunity to get him to finish more paperwork. If there is one thing he lacks in, it's keeping up with them all. But he's willing to do them when he's in a good mood. And seeing how happy he is right now, I'm willing to wager that he would get MANY papers done. So, you really did me a service."

When I tell you I was incredibly confused with what I heard, it barely even registered in my brain.

“…What? You're, you're not mad? Annoyed? I was…not exactly quiet."

“His office is soundproof. Perfect for private meetings and, conveniently, acts of debauchery. Whatever my boss does behind closed doors doesn't bother me as long as he has his schedule opened."

That…was surprisingly relieving. Still confusing, but relieving nonetheless.

“Ah, I see. Um, still, I feel like I should apologize anyway. I mean, I DID just do…THAT not too far away from you."

For the first time, I was able to see her smile. I thought she was one of those stoic secretaries that acted more like robots.

“Good to see you have SOME sympathy. Even if you let your second head win in the end."

I couldn't help but blush hearing that, “It's…not exactly my front side who's to blame."

Seems I kept getting surprised, because she ended up giving a light laugh. So she even had a sense of humor. First impressions lied to me.

“You should start heading out. Now is the perfect opportunity to get him to do some paperwork. Oh, and when you reach the first floor, to avoid having people notice you, go behind the back panel of the reception desk. There's a door there that can lead to the parking lot. Perfect for quick getaways."

“Oh, okay! I'll do that. Thanks!"

“Looking forward to doing business with you in the future. I'll give you a call if I ever need my boss in a…better mood."

That interaction stuck with me as I went down the elevator. That was by far the weirdest situation I've been in. Almost made me forget that I got railed by the company's owner.