After Hours Devotion

The office lights dimmed to a low hum as the last coworker vanished into the night, leaving Josh alone with his boss Tim. Tim stood by his desk in a tailored navy suit, mid-forties with salt-and-pepper stubble, a slight belly pressing against the buttons, and a hint of chest hair curling at his open collar. Josh lingered by the copier, tension crackling. "Working late again, sir? Or just hoping I'd stay to polish your ego?" Tim chuckled, stepping closer. "Ego's not what needs polishing, Josh. Get over here."

Josh approached, heart racing, but kept his wit sharp. "Forcing the intern into overtime worship? Bold move for a guy with a dad bod under that suit." Tim grabbed Josh's tie, pulling him in. "Dad bod or not, you'll worship every inch. Now strip me." Josh's hands trembled as he unbuttoned the shirt, revealing the hairy, soft belly. "This what you wanted? Me on my knees for the boss's gut?" Tim grinned. "Exactly. Lick it, boy."

Josh dropped down, tongue tracing the hairy trail up Tim's belly, feeling the man grow hard beneath the fabric. "You're actually into this hairy mess, aren't you?" Tim taunted. Josh shot back, "Horny enough to taste it, apparently. But don't think this makes you king." Tim unzipped, freeing his thick cock. "Suck it. Blowjob time, and make it count." Josh took the hard length in his mouth, swirling his tongue while Tim's belly brushed his forehead.

Tim groaned, guiding Josh's head. "Deeper. That's it." Sweat beaded on Tim's brow as Josh worked him, the office air thick with panting breaths. Josh pulled off briefly, smirking. "Your cock's throbbing already—impressive for a suit with a belly." Tim hauled him up, spinning him against the desk. "Bend over. Time to fuck that tight ass."

Tim yanked Josh's pants down and thrust in, his hard cock stretching Josh's ass. "Fuck, you're wet and dripping for it," Tim growled, pounding deep. Josh moaned, "Call it my pussy if it gets you off—harder!" Their bodies slicked with sweat, both panting and horny as Tim railed him, the desk creaking. Josh came first, cum spilling onto the floor, followed by Tim flooding his ass with hot cum.

They collapsed, breathing heavy, Tim's suited arm draped over Josh's back. Josh laughed weakly. "Round one's done, but forcing worship has consequences, boss." Tim whispered against his ear, his belly pressing close, "Consequences start tomorrow—same time, same desk."

But as Tim zipped up with a knowing smirk, Josh realized this forced encounter was only the first taste of what the boss had planned for the rest of the week.