John was similar to any other early 18 to early 20s that applied for an entry level position with the company I worked for a few years back. I was responsible for the entire department, and therefor responsible for all of the training classes that happened within it. I was fire and brimstone. Too many moving parts to be anything less than perfectly efficient.
When I stood in front of a new class, being the bad cop, I always made sure to take stock of who I’d like to fuck most. I swear John was taking stock of me. Over the next few weeks I watched him get comfortable in his role, and excel. He wasn’t a dumb kid by any stretch, unless he was choosing to act like a dumb little slut. I’d call John a twink. He stood with a feminine posture at medium height, weighing no more than 150 soaking wet. He had a bubble butt and a boyish face. He couldn’t have been older than 19. He put lip-gloss on regularly and wore a slight layer of foundation.
He was walking over to my desk and his blue eyes twinkled. I expected a work question but instead in a low whisper, sitting in the chair opposite my desk:
“You know I’ve heard some interesting rumors about you.” / “Like what?”
“I heard you’re a lot of fun around here.” / “Sounds like you’ve heard good things.”
I had fucked a few of the girls in the office and developed a bit of a reputation. John left my desk with a gay wink and smile, and a glance at my crotch.
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A few months later I chose to strike. On one of our walks down through the halls to get a delivery from the loading dock I stopped him and asked “Do you want to see it?” He knew immediately what I was talking about and eagerly nodded. I started walking up the stairs instead of down. He followed like a dog.
When I got to the top I unzipped my jeans and asked him to go in and pull it out. His skinny wrist worked through the jeans, against my underwear, squeezing and groping for my cock. He found the underwear hole and pulled me out into the open air. The blood rushed to the tip of my penis and it visibly swelled as he cradled my shaft in his smooth hand. His eyes were shining and his little mouth watering up.
“Jesus Christ, that looks so good.” / “It’s all yours, nobody comes up here.”
He licked from the palm of his hand to the fingertips leaving a trail of spit to grab my cock with. He squeezed the tip of it and slid his hand to the base.
“I can have all of this, daddy?” / “Of course you can, that’s why we came here.”
He got on his knees and began applying the lip-gloss from his lips to me. John’s blue eyes made contact with mine as he held the head of my cock on his tongue like a waiter serving appetizers at a fancy party, and then closed his lips around the entire tip. I could feel his tongue swirling around my tip faster and faster. Then, without warning he took it halfway down his throat and gagged, nearly throwing up.
“Sorry, I get carried away.” / “That’s okay little boy, just be quiet- the echo in here…”
He went back to sucking. This time, more slowly, like a machine pumping for cum. The door opens on the floor below us and I grab his head to hold him still with my cock frozen in his mouth. He’s still swirling his tongue and smiling as if challenging me not to moan while someone else uses the stairs for their intended purpose.
The first floor door opens and closes. I let go of his head so that I can get back to the important matter at hand: my new pet’s mouth. John keeps sucking deeper with each in and out. He cradles my balls in his hands first and pats them gently.
“I want this inside of me. When can I have it?” / “I’ll do it right here, I want you to sit at your desk with my cum for the rest of the day.”
That’s all I had to say. John stood up and bent over the railing. He unbuttoned his pants to expose that he was wearing women’s underwear.
“Who’s are these?” / “My moms.”
Of course he still lives at home, this is his first job. I consider that I’m about to fuck this woman’s son while he’s wearing her panties and almost cum from the thought. I pull the red lacy underwear to the left side and smack the head of my cock against his hairless ass. Then I spread his cheeks. His asshole is fresh and pink, winking at me in anticipation. I press the tip of my cock against it and drip a dirty wad of spit between his crack. I resolve in my head that I am, in fact, going to bareback this kid in the stairs of my office, and slide the tip of my cock into his anus for the first time. He winces and moans. The spit is building up around the edges of his hole so I pull out and drag it back inside his ass with me. I press firmly and am now balls deep inside of John’s guts. My cock spasms and John spasms with it. He stands up at a 45 degree angle and his knees shake as I feel his prostate roll over the bottom of my shaft. I slowly pull out and pound into it hard. One more time. And another. Like I am digging for oil.
Several more hard pounds against his prostate and his little cock is flailing around in the air, dripping cum into his jeans. Someone surely has to hear us. I don’t care because his ass is tensing up and I am pressing harder to keep my cock in place. His muscles relax as he finishes and I begin to slide in and out again. He looks back at me, over his right shoulder. His mother’s panties are soaked in her son’s juices.
“Please cum in me daddy.”
I cum.
I feel days worth of juice empty into his intestines as I flinch and John moans a slow, low “yesss”.
I pull out and use a dry spot on his moms panties to wipe the tip of my cock.
“Pull up your pants, no cleaning up.” / “Yes sir.”
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John walked with a little limp as we carried the supplies up from the loading dock. I left work early to shower. He finished his shift.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bhmi9v/taking_my_young_employees_ass_in_the_stairwell_mm
Great story!
This can’t be real
Yeah I’m calling bs on this one – nobody says shit like this in real life
I’d love to fuck John myself what a hot young slut
Sounds like such bull it’s a bad porn plot line XD Whatever floats your boat tho
How creeped out would that kids mom be if she found out her son was wearing her panties?