They were laughing and swearing, talking over each other in their agitation. ![]() So, you were cleaned and ready for when he came home.īut, as the front door opened, that unmistakable sound of a group of excited men floated in. He’d bought you the sluttiest little schoolgirl skirt a few weeks back, and you wore it every night now as your sissyboy uniform. There, you’d prep yourself for his return. You started a routine: you’d leave work half an hour early and go to his house. It was your femme self that caught the attention of your office hunk, with his big cock and imposing figure. You were kinda naturally femmy and didn’t hide it well. He loved watching big men fuck petite, girly boys. It had become common practice to spend an hour under his desk everyday, slowly nursing his cock while he made calls, did paperwork, or sometimes watched porn. It progressed to him using you sexually, which you were more than happy to do. Little things here and there that proved your devotion to him. ![]() ![]() He’d made you run and buy him coffee, or give up fifteen minutes of your lunch break for him to take instead. You’d been crushing on a guy at work for months now.
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