Office Jobs Aren't For The Faint Hearted

July 31

*This is a work of fiction. Enjoy!*

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By the time he was bending me over his desk and taking off his belt, I knew there was no turning back.
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. I should probably start at the beginning.

It wasn't my first day in the building, but it was my first day on that floor. It was my job to run documents from one office room to the next, as fast as I could, whenever I was paged. and just do what I was told. I was paged quite frequently all morning, but then around lunchtime things quietened down across the entire floor. I was relieved, as it meant I could sit and fill in whatever forms I had to do for the morning shift, have a quick cuppa and get something to eat.
I'd literally just sat down to drink my tea when I got a page. I let out an audible groan and stood up. A voice from across the floor called out to me.
"That's probably Harry. He likes to make weird requests when the office is empty."
I looked up to see someone packing their things. They gave me a wave and headed for the elevators. There were maybe 3 other people on the whole floor, still engrossed in their work. I sighed and checked my pager. Sure enough, it was an 'emergency' page from Harry. I reached across my desk for the phone, then rang his extension.
"Hello, Mr Frank." I listened for his instructions. "A visitor? Okay, no problem. I'll send them in when they arrive. Okay, bye."
I set down the receiver, then looked towards the elevators. I waited. A minute passed. Then two. I checked my watch, then looked back to the elevator. If he was waiting for an imminent visitor, they'd have arrived at our floor already. I tapped my fingers on the table top, then sighed again and made my way towards Harry's office. I knocked at the door.
"Come in."
I opened the door and stuck my head inside.
"Afternoon, Mr Frank. You-"
"I said, come in."
A little startled, I stepped into the office.
"Close the door."
He shut his laptop as I clicked the door closed. "Mr Frank, I-"
"No talking."
He pushed himself up from his desk and crossed the room. He stood right in front of me, then reached to the door. I heard the lock click.
"Sir, I-"
"I said, no talking." There was something in his voice that made me want to obey. I closed my mouth.
He stayed where he was, standing so close to me I could smell the hint of coffee on his breath. I turned my head slightly, my cheeks flushing, but his hand came up to my chin and made me look at him again.
"What a cute little thing you are. Such wonder in those eyes."
I swallowed, feeling my cheeks warm further. He gently stroked my cheek. "Are you obedient? Do you do whatever you're told, when you're told?" I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his eyebrows and I closed it again, then nodded.
"Good boy. Go to my desk."
He took a step back and I swear I almost collapsed against him. Somehow I maintained my composure and crossed the room to his desk. I then sat on the edge of it, suddenly ***fully aware of how much you could still see through the blinds on the glass walls. He'd turned to watch me.
"Open your legs."
I did so, spreading my thighs.
"Wider."
I obeyed, opening my legs as wide as the fabric of my trousers would allow.
"Good. Lean back on your hands."
Trembling slightly, I followed his instructions, moving my hands to roughly the middle of the desk and leaning back. Despite being fully dressed, I felt very ***. It...excited me. Having spent the morning doing menial tasks for barely responsive corporate assholes had been thoroughly boring. At least this guy knew what he wanted to do to blow off some steam, even if it was a little unorthodox.
He stepped across the room. I wasn't sure what he was planning, but I suddenly felt him removing my shoes. Shocked, I lifted my head to look at him. It was an unusually tender thing for someone in his position to do. He set them aside, then removed my socks. I, yet again, was about to speak, when he took my toes in his mouth. I let out a small gasp of surprise, which trailed off into a small moan. He gave all of my toes attention, sucking them, running his tongue between them. My head fell back again as I lost myself to how it felt. It wasn't massive on feet or anything, but having someone servicing me so tenderly felt wonderful. It sent waves through my body, centring from between my legs. He was obviously enjoying it too, letting out little moans and breaths of his own. He ran his hands up my ankles, gripping my calves. All too soon, however, he stopped, gently lowering my feet. When he stood back up, I could see the obvious bulge in his trousers. My stomach somersaulted.
"M-Mr Frank-"
"No talking!"
I gasped. Something about the whole situation felt so...right.
"Stand up. Remove your shirt."
With trembling hands, I slid off the table, then raised my fingers to my tie. I loosened it, then started unfastening the shirt buttons. Once done, I nervously pulled it off of my shoulders, letting it drop to the desk behind me. Everyone in the office new I was trans, but I don't think they all realised I still had a chest. Harry looked a little surprised by it, but he didn't seem bothered.
"And that. Remove your binder."
Hands still shaking, I pulled it off. It always felt good taking it off, but it was especially relieving them. My nipples were hard enough, but the sudden shift in temperature seemed to make them even more sensitive. I went to take off my tie, but he stopped me.
"No, leave that. We'll need it."
I licked my lips and swallowed. What did he mean by that?
"Mmm...lovely..." He stepped between my legs, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts. He bent over and took one of my nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. A moan escaped me as I watched him. He massaged my other breast as he continued teasing my nipple, then switched sides. I was just getting into the whole thing when a sudden, sharp slap across my chest made me gasp with surprise. I looked down at him again. He was still teasing my nipple, but he bought his hand up again and slapped the other one. I moaned. My cunt throbbed. He switched sides again and kept it up, sucking and slapping, until my chest was red with hand prints. Before standing up, he spat on my chest, letting it run down between my breasts, down my belly, settling against the fabric of my trousers.
Instead of moving back and giving me another order, as I expected, his hands moved to my hips. He gripped them tightly and started grinding against me. His cock was rock hard, straining against his trousers. My cunt was throbbing, begging for attention. I moaned at the friction he caused, my arm threatening to give way behind me. I don't know how good it felt for him, but it must've been good as he let out grunts every now and then. He gripped my hips a little higher up and started imitating thrusting into me, slamming against me. My moans were steadily growing louder. The thought of him fucking me was incredible, and the *** of which he was thrusting against my was amazing. I could fantasise about him inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, the sound of him pulling out and fucking back into me.
All of a sudden he stopped. I whined and raised my head. There was a wet patch on his trousers.
"Stand up." He voice was rough, demanding. It seemed he was growing impatient when his own pace as well.
I stood immediately. "Take off your trousers and underwear."
My hands were still shaking and I thought to myself about this visitor he was supposed to be having. I thought about mentioning it, then remembered he'd told me not to talk. I was a little unsure there, but I removed my trousers anyway, my underwear following suit. I was so wet that I was almost stuck to my undies. The entire crotch area was soaked through. He watched me, hungrily.
"Fuck...that's a good boy...fuck, you're practically dripping..."
I felt my face flush again. Without speaking, he gripped my shoulder and turned me round. He spread his palm flat between my shoulder blades and pushed me forwards so I was bent over the desk, and I heard his belt being pulled out from the loops. I still had time to say something, to ask him if he treated all of the errand staff like this, but his commands were still running through my mind.
He ran the belt over my back, over my ass. The time to protest was right then, but I stayed silent.
There were a few moments where my backside was just exposed to the air, presumably while he found the right angle, holding the belt correctly. When it was brought through the air and smacked against my ass, I jumped. With surprise, sure, but also with anticipation. I cried out with pleasure. He smacked me again after a few moments pause, and I cried out again. Three more strokes to one side, then he moved and gave me five more to the other side. By the time he stopped I was gasping, panting, little moans coming between my breaths. I could feel cum dripping down my leg, and exactly when I'd orgasmed was lost in the bliss of it all.
"Good...very good boy..." He grunted, throwing his belt to one side. He stood right behind me and I heard his trousers unzip. He fumbled around back there for a few moments before his cock was finally pulled free. He rubbed it between my legs and I moaned, arching back against it. I was so wet he could have slipped into me easily, but he chose to tease me instead. I lifted my leg up onto the desk as he rubbed his cock between my cunt lips, against my tdick, teasing my aching hole. My own moans grew more and more frustrated as he worked, until I pushed back against him again as he pushed forwards, and his cock slipped into me. We both moaned when the feeling, and he pushed right in to the base. I cried out, his cock bigger than I was expecting, but so fucking welcome inside me. He gripped my hips as he started fucking me, grinding deep into my cunt. I must've cum around him instantly, more of my cum dripping down my legs. He kept going, first holding my hips, then finding the tie around my neck and gripping that instead. It tightened around my throat, driving me to orgasm again. He wrapped it around his knuckles and pulled, making my back arch more. I was still gasping and moaning, gripping the desk for dear life. He was slamming into me so hard the whole thing was moving millimetres at a time across the floor.
I no longer cared if we were seen. All I could focus on was how good his cock felt, his hands on my body, the tie around my throat.
"Oh..fuck! Fuck!" He cried out, pulling the tie harder, thrusting as deep into me as he could. I felt his cock pulsating, felt his load shooting into me. Feeling him release made me cum again, my cunt gripping him, milking every drop of his load deep inside me. He stayed inside me until his orgasm passed, which felt like forever. His cock was still twitching as he fought to get his breath back, pressing his chest against me. He let go of the tie and was practically hugging me, but I enjoyed it. I could've stayed that way for the rest of my shift, but suddenly his phone rang. The sound of it seemed to bring us both out of our orgasmic bliss and he pulled out as he grabbed the receiver.
"Frank."
I slid off the table and grabbed my underwear, pulling them on just as I felt his load dripping out of me. I caught it in my undies and reached for the rest of my clothes.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
He looked at me, confused. "Thi-thirty minutes? He's been waiting downstairs half an hour? Wh-"
He put the receiver down as I crossed the room.
"Who are you?" He asked as I unlocked the door. I gave him a sheepish grin as I stepped out of the room.
"I work here."
The look of surprise on his face as I closed the door was priceless. I hope he calls me into his office tomorrow.