The work desk was no place for underwear. Still, there was always a pair sitting on Kurt’s desk no matter how many times you reminded him. “It’s just there to dry out from the gym,” He’d claim, wanting an excuse to bring up how he worked out every morning.
It showed. Kurt had a body you drooled over- solid arms dusted with the perfect amount of fur, a V-shaped back you swooned whenever you were behind him. Collared shirts barely fit him, his biceps bulging against the sleeves, his chest making the top impossible to button. His manliness was accentuated by the full beard he prided himself in growing.
Still, as his manager, it was your job to make sure the workspace was kept appropriate. The fact that his briefs had become a norm was going to be a problem for you.
What you didn’t expect was when you got a picture text from his number. You opened the chat to look, and immediately felt nervous at the contents. There was no doubt it was a picture of you, in your office with your work shirt on, the logo clearly visible. The one thing that wasn’t on was your pants, you holding your hard cock- a picture you’d taken a while ago but kept on the app.
You had no choice but to step into Kurt’s office.
Kurt looked up, clearly expecting you, leaning back to put his hands behind your head. Your heart skipped a beat looking at his figure, but you had to start.
“Hey, saw what you sent. Wanted to make expectations clear that that was not appropriate and what can be done to avoid taking this issue further.”
Kurt smiled, hearing almost exactly what he’d wanted. “Two things,” He said. “First, my underwear is allowed to dry out since you keep bringing it up.”
You felt pained, no option but to turn a blind eye. Either way would end up in HR, but this one was better.
“Second, since your profile said you love giving oral-” Kurt lowered his arms to the zipper on his pants, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down the waist to expose his commando style. “I want to feel what that’s like.”
You stood there, shocked. You’d considered what he’d tasted like, but never thought for a second he’d be into that. You couldn’t deny your want, your bulge quickly growing. You were too late to stop the drop of saliva from dripping out of your open mouth.
Kurt just smiled, giving his tool a small shake to let it stiffen.
You took a breath. You were going to get it over with. You would do it quick. And you would enjoy it.
You bent down in front of his chair, getting on your knees. Kurt placed his hand on the back of your head- not in a forceful way, but caring, leading you down onto his shaft. You sucked your lips over your teeth, allowing your spit to lube his shaft as his head dragged against the roof of your mouth.
Kurt didn’t trim. His bush surrounded your entire nose, the curls reaching up your cheeks. You weren’t sure how well he showered after the gym, the smell of fresh sweat still remaining on his tool. You enjoyed it.
You supported your arms by laying them across Kurt’s thick thighs, your shoulders holding your head loosely and allowing it to fall. His legs were bigger than you thought, their mass squeezing around you slightly, bringing you closer.
Kurt exhaled on your head as he breathed through his mouth. You tried to stifle a moan as you felt his member toy with the back of your throat. You could tell he enjoyed the vibration, his feeling of control over you. You worked your head back and forth, moving his swollen tip across your tongue. You felt precum draining from him, its taste making its way down your throat.
You couldn’t stop as habit took over. You felt your mind go silent, let nature take control as you made sure he felt pleasure. Kurt twitched under your grasp, your only focus to drain your employee of his cum. His legs flexed harder, his hands gripped your shoulders stronger. You heard him gasp as you succeeded, his cock jumping in your mouth moments before he shot.
More fluid than you expected flooded into your mouth, coating your entire tongue and throat in salt. You stopped your gag reflex, the thick drops filling your entire cavity. Its smell went up your nose, leaving your mind drifting in a heavenly high.
That’s when you realized you couldn’t swallow. The smell continued growing more intense no matter how hard you tried. In a moment it became all you could focus on, overwhelming your other senses. You thought your body was only numb from exertion, but something was wrong- you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even form words with what felt like his seed plastered inside your skull.
His hand wrung around your neck, pulling you into the crevices of his groin. You didn’t think it was possible to go that deep, yet you felt as light as air, the moisture of his seed felt across your entire body. It was all your tongue could taste, any feeling of it inside your mouth gone.
That’s when you realized. You didn’t have a mouth. You didn’t even have a body. Your entire weight was held in his hand, along with whatever was deposited on you from inside his sack.
“Boss,” You heard Kurt say aloud, reading the black letters from your waistband. You were a pair of briefs, unable to move, soaked in his fluids. His scent was all you could feel, slowly permeating into you as his discharge dried. “Guess I better let you air out,” He said, placing you right besides his keyboard.
You had a perfect view of him for the rest of the day as crust formed on your body, your mind living in the smell of his dried cum.
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