After Hours Command

The office was dead silent after midnight, just me—Josh—and my boss, Marcus, still in his tailored suit that hugged his mid-40s frame. He leaned against his desk, tie loosened, a slight belly pressing against the fabric, his chest hinting at soft, dark hair beneath. "Working late again, Josh? Or just hoping I'd notice how you stare?" he said with a smirk, voice low and teasing. I shot back, "Maybe I like the view, but don't flatter yourself—your ego's bigger than that belly." He chuckled, stepping closer. "Witty. Let's see if that mouth works as well on command. Strip. Now."

My pulse raced as I obeyed, the power play igniting something horny in me. Marcus unbuttoned his shirt, revealing that slightly hairy torso and the gentle curve of his gut. "Worship it, Josh. Kiss every inch like you mean it." I dropped to my knees, tongue tracing his warm skin, tasting salt and musk while he groaned. "That's it—good boy. Make me hard." His cock strained against his pants, thick and demanding.

"You call this forcing? Feels like you're the one begging," I quipped between licks, but he gripped my hair, guiding me lower. Pants down, his hard cock sprang free. I gave him a blowjob, sucking deep as he panted, "Deeper, or I'll make that ass mine sooner." Sweat beaded on his belly as I worked him, my own body wet and dripping with anticipation.

Marcus pulled me up, bending me over the desk. "This pussy's mine tonight," he growled, using my ass like his personal toy, sliding in with one thrust. I moaned, the stretch intense, his hairy body pressing against my back. He fucked me hard, each stroke making me pant and sweat, our bodies slick. "Witty now?" he taunted. "Tell me how much you love this cock."

"Love it... fuck, don't stop," I gasped, pushing back, strong and unyielding even as he dominated. He pounded deeper, my ass clenching around him until I came hard, cum spilling across the desk. Marcus followed, groaning as he filled me, his belly heaving with release.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, his suit rumpled around us. "Not bad for round one," he murmured, already hardening again against me. But as he zipped up with a wicked grin, he added, "Clear your weekend—my place has more than just a desk."