I stand from my computer before heading over to Daniel’s department. And, like always, he’s glued to his computer, typing away. Ugh, kids these days. All they’re interested in is being on their screens. I walk up behind him, being as stealthy as I possibly can be. Once I’m close enough, I slowly move my bushy tail in front of him, covering his eyes. “Guess who?” I tease. He chuckles before saying, “Jim Dunn?” We share a laugh as I pull his chair out a bit. “Cute,” I say before giving him a peck on his lips, “I’m here to bully you for a bit. Mr. Connor needs his files and I need your lunch money. So hand both of them over and maybe I’ll let you go.” He chuckles before saying, “Well, even if I did have them, you’re being a bit of a meanie, so I don’t know if I’d give them to someone who acts like that.” “Aww. Well, how about this~” I walk in front of him and sit on his lap before continuing with, “How about I look for the files and you can just watch me. Is that better?” He brings a hand to my head, gently rubbing my ears, saying, “Aw, how can I say no to my good little boy?” “You can’t. Haha.” He snickers as I push us towards his desk, bending over as I search his cabinets. I start looking for a few seconds. But afterwards, my mind only concentrates on making him feel good. He does work hard, after all. He deserves this. So I slowly start grinding against him just how he likes it. And after a few moments of my actions, I feel the effect I’m having. He’s getting so hard just from me grinding on him. Well, since he’s so pent up, I couldn’t possibly live with myself if I left him like this. That would just be rude. So I lean up after “looking” and saying, “Well, shoot. Looks like they’re just not here. Do you have the slightest inkling of where they could possibly be?” “Uh, no...not the slightest clue,” he responds all flustered. He’s so damn cute. “No? You can’t think of anywhere they could be? Well, they have to be somewhere.” After grinding my ass on his stiff member for a few more minutes, I slide down his body, turning around and getting on my knees in front of him. I give him a sultry grin before unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants before saying, “So maybe you just need a bit of encouragement to jog your memory.” I grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, revealing his raging hard-on. Fuck, just love how big he gets for me. It’s such a turn on. I take his length in my hand, slowly stroking it as he lets out light moans from my touch. I then look him directly in his eyes before opening my mouth and gently breathing on his wonderful cock. “You like how close my mouth is to your gorgeous cock?” I question, “It feels good, huh? The way my warm breath touches your shaft, while I stroke it? You like that?” I then give it a small kiss, earning another moan from him. I giggle at his reaction before taking my tongue and dragging it along his length, moving all the way to his tip, where I’m met with a bit of pre-cum leaking from it. I lick up his essence, savoring his delicious taste. I then wrap my lips around his tip, gently sucking on it before slowly descending down his dick, making him moan slightly louder. The deeper I go, the more I want him to just fuck my throat. But seeing as this is risky enough, doing it in the workplace, I guess it’s understandable. I reach the base of his cock before bobbing my head up and down. He tilts his head back, moaning more and more as I suck his cock. He then brings his hand to my head, scratching behind my ear, encouraging me to keep going. I accommodate his subliminal encouragement, speeding up my pace, loving how it’s just poking the back of my throat with each descent. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, “Suck on it just like that. Take it all in that tight fucking throat of yours. Fuck, you look so cute like this. I love you so much. You’re such a good boy.” After minutes of pleasuring my husband, I feel him start to tense in my mouth. He tightens his grip on my head with one hand, covering his mouth with the other as his moans get louder and louder. Eventually, he blesses me with the best part. He lets out a final moan before shooting rope after rope of his sticky, white, delicious milk down my throat. And I take it all, even holding myself at the base of his cock to ensure I don’t spill a single drop. After ensuring I got every last drop of his cum, I feel him loosen his grip on my head before rubbing it. “That’s a good boy,” he whispers before bringing me up to him and giving me a kiss, “Alright, we should probably get back to work.” “Noooooooo,” I groan, “I know, I know. But with your big trip coming up, don’t you think you should give your best impression?” “Nope.” “Well, too bad. Let’s go.” “Ugh, fine, ya meanie.” The day goes as usual. Daniel finds the files in my cabinet that I looked over and I beat myself up over it before bringing it to Mr. Connor, I converse with the regulars, soothing them with my voice, Mr. Connor praises my work ethic, telling me how he’s waiting patiently for our business trip, and I eat some pineapples. Quitting time soon approaches and Daniel and I go home, making last minute preparations, ensuring I remember everything. After making a list and checking it twice, fetching those I inevitably forgot about, we conclude that I’m all set for the next 4 days. Awesome. Soon after confirming my preparations, Mr. Connor arrives to pick me up. He said something about saving gas and easier trips and whatever. So after gathering my belongings and sharing a hug and kiss with Daniel, I place my stuff in Mr. Connor’s car and we depart. As we drive, my mind wanders, thinking about the possibilities of what we’ll do when we get there. But I need to remember that this isn’t a vacation. We’re here on business, hence “business trip”. Hm. Business trip. To think things like that sounded so boring when I was younger. Now I’m going on one. To Boston of all places. It’s quite the place to go sightseeing. Daniel always said he wanted to go. Eh, it’s not a dreadful drive away. Maybe we can organize something. Aw, dammit! I forgot my tea! Ugh, now my joke’s gonna be ruined. Guess this is what it’s like being British. Except, I don’t have the accent. I can’ believe I forgo’ my spo’ o’ tea. Bloody wankas. “Chance!” I hear Mr. Connor say, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Yeah?” I answer, “What, you got cotton in your ears? This is where we’ll be stayin’. Grab your shit and move your ass.” I look forward, seeing a motel. It’s kinda nicer than I thought it would be. Like, I’d actually consider living here. The scenery’s nice, it looks well put together, and judging from the lack of cars, it looks like I’d have a bit of privacy. I step out of the car and grab my stuff from the back. Mr. Connor does the same and he leads me to the room. After unlocking it and opening the door, we step inside. I take a moment to survey the area. It looks even nicer on the inside. And oh my god, it smells a hell of a lot better than the car. I thought I could handle the smell of sweat and musk, but clearly, I overestimated my poor nose. But I can’t dwell on it too much because I can’t even take five steps before Mr. Connor pushes me face first into the nearby wall. What the hell? Before I can voice my confusion, he leans into me, reintroducing the rancid smell of his body odor, whispering, “You have an amazing body, you know that? Daniel’s a very lucky man. Such a sexy body on such a sexy boy like you, it’s so unfair. Why does he need to have you all to himself? So here’s what’s gonna happen, so we can keep things fair-” He grabs the hem of my shorts and underwear before pulling them down to my ankles, completely exposing my lower half. “You’re gonna give me what you give him. And you’re gonna like it. For the next week, you’re gonna be my bitch, little fox. We clear?” I can’t even form a cohesive thought. My mind is racing a million miles a second. Why’s this happening? What’s gotten into him? But most confusing of all, why do I...like this? I soon feel him force his length in between my closed thighs, using them to stroke his member. As he thrusts his semi erect dick back and forth, he also rubs against mine, for some reason turning me on even more. Why? This isn’t right. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he growls in my ear, “Tell me how much you like this dick rubbing against you.” Still collecting my thoughts, I don’t reply. “Say it, slut,” he says, more aggressively, “I-I-I like it,” I sputter out, “I like it so much.” “Good boy. Praise your new master.” He continues slowly thrusting in between my thighs, lightly groaning as I try to hide my own moans. But, unbeknownst to me, that won’t last long. “You know,” Mr. Connor starts, “It’s not enough he gets this body to himself, but he also gets this nice, perfect, tight, little ass of yours. Well, it’s only fair that he shares that, too. I’m sure he’ll understand.” He pulls his cock from in between my thighs before pushing it to my ass. After grinding on it for a moment, he uses a hand to spread it open, pushing his tip to my asshole. I shudder at the feeling of his huge dick pushing against my anus. Why am I letting this happen? I’m a married man and this is my boss. I don’t want this...do I? He pushes the tip of his huge cock inside of me, forcing me to moan out in pleasure as he pushes more and more of it inside of me. God, he’s so much bigger than Daniel. He’s filling me up with it. It feels so. Fucking. Good. He then starts thrusting in and out of my ass, making me moan even more. And with each thrust, I’m caring less and less. This feels amazing. I can’t get enough of this wonderful cock. And he catches onto this. “Yeah, you like your boss fucking you like this, huh?” he groans out, “You like how his fat cock feels? You like being your boss’s little fuck toy?” “Y-yes,” I moan out, “It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop. It’s so deep. I love it so fucking much.” He speeds up his pace saying, “Oh, fuck, yeah. Moan for me, you little bitch. Let me hear how much of a slut you are for your master’s cock.” I obey his command, moaning louder as he fucks me even harder. I could get addicted to this. It’s so wrong, but it’s so goddamn good. “Good boy,” he says, reaching around and stroking my cock, “Moan for master. Just like that. Yeah. Moan for me, you dirty little cum dumpster.” His words, his touch, his cock, it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. How have I lived this long without experiencing this? It’s so otherworldly. “Tell me I’m bigger than Daniel,” he whispers, “Say it and you’ll get a reward.” With the last bit of my reasoning gone, I turn back and say, “You’re so much better than Daniel. Daniel can’t even fucking compare.” Upon hearing this, he lets out a final moan before shooting his load deep inside of me, sending me over the edge and making me cum, too. Fuck, he’s so warm. And he’s cumming so much. I’m so full. Fuck, this week is gonna be so much fun.