This choice: It was Mr. Moore, your boss • Go Back...Chapter #3The Bottom Boss by: M.M.69   You heard a deep voice clear its throat loudly beside you. You snapped your head, and took in the hulking massive form of your boss, Mr. Moore. He was an obsessive gym-goer, and you could tell. Even wearing XXL shirts, his muscles were threatening to burst out, the buttons holding on for dear life. Your boss was a gruff business man, a no-nonsense type. Definitely the most intimidating aspect of your job was dealing with him.
"Mr. ______," he greeted bluntly.
"Uhh, morning Mr. Moore," you replied, attempting to sound chipper.
Oh god, were you going to get fucked by this man?
He was already eyeing you up and down hungrily. His boner must be practically spearing out of his pants... if he... had a boner? You furrowed your brow as you gazed upon the giant hairy man's crotch and noticed a distinct lack of a bulge. What was that about?
"Alright, you know the routine," your boss continued, skipping pleasantries. "Pull your cock out."
You were stunned by his request, but nonetheless were compelled yet again to follow any sexual commands. You unbuttoned and unzipped your fly, then yanked down your pants and undies until they were around your ankles, freeing your average 7-incher that throbbed with a seemingly endless erection.
Even after his request, you were expecting him to roughly turn you around and ram your ass for all it's worth. However, the beast of a man instead stared at your cock for several long moments before getting down onto his knees in front of you.
"Umm, Mr. Moore?" you puzzled. "What are you do--HOLY SHIT!"
You gasped as the muscular DILF gripped your asscheeks and pulled you toward him. In a flash, your cock was shoved into his hot wet mouth and down his throat. You were too shocked to move, only standing still while your otherwise manly imposing boss started to slurp up and down on your penis.
And he was good.
Better than Sam, even.
"Mmf! Oh my god," you whimpered. "Hah! Oh my god!"
GLCK GLCK GLCK GLCK GLCK
The noises he made mirrored those you had made earlier as he slobbered on your knob. Everyone else in the office just continued working like business was usual. The occasional coworker walking by would glance over at the two of you, and almost all of them would smile or wink at you, as if they loved the sight of their boss sucking some mad dick.
It didn't take long for you to approach orgasm, not when you're being fellated so masterfully. Your body started to tense up as you felt it coming, ever so slowly.
Your boss seemed to detect your impending climax, and took it as a sign to stop.
Mr. Moore leaned back, slorping your penis out of his mouth. It was absolutely drenched in saliva, long strings of it -- mixed with pre -- glooping off the tip onto the floor below.
"You're not cumming yet, slut," he commanded harshly, rising to his feet. You grunted as he reached forward and tightly gripped your penis. "My office. Now."
"Y-yes sir," you stammered in response, admittedly frightened.
Mr. Moore kept his hand around your dick as he turned and started to walk, forcing you to follow... if you didn't want your cock ripped off. Your pants and underwear were left behind as he led you across the room, toward his private office.
As you approached the entrance to his office, you spotted the desk of his secretary Giselle out front. She was a gorgeous young woman around your age, who always wore tantalizing dresses that showed off her impressive cleavage. However, as you walked by, she was sitting up on the front edge of her desk, smiling at the two of you. Her slight feminine hand was rubbing at the front of her skirt, at something... solid underneath.
Did... did she have a penis? But she has an infant daughter!
"Have fun in there, you two," she smirked as the two of you entered Mr. Moore's office. She gave a slight moan as she openly played around with the outline of her trouser-snake under her skirt.
Finally, the two of you entered Mr. Moore's office. He released his grip on your penis so he could shut the door behind you. He hurriedly proceeded to shut all the blinds to the windows that looked out into the main room, obscuring the two of you from view.
He made his way around to the front of his desk and turned to face you, reaching down to begin unbuckling his belt.
"I apologize for my coldness," he said, meticulously working his pants open. "But I really need you this morning. As you know, my wife and I are at our wit's end with each other. She won't touch me anymore."
You weren't really listening, your eyes were glued to his groin. His buckle unbuckled, he unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper then pulled his pants to the floor.
Your suspicions were confirmed.
Glistening in the dim light was a large, dark, mature, hairy pussy. It was drenched in juices, some of which already began to roll down his bulky thighs.
The huge, intimidating, manly Mr. Moore had a vagina, the apex of femininity.
But that didn't make sense. You'd seen his bulge before. He always wore such tight slacks seemingly to accentuate it.
Unless... the Being had something to do with this.
You realized that had to be true. He must've randomized everyone's genitals in this world, just to make His change to you that much more interesting. It was the only explanation as to why a woman like Giselle, who literally GAVE BIRTH a few months ago, now has a fat schlong, and why the previously bulgy Mr. Moore would now have an embarrassingly wet pussy.
You didn't even realize the two of you were standing in silence. Your boss was rubbing his engorged clit in a circular motion, eyeing you up and down again.
"Come here, Ben," he bid softly.
You hesitantly stepped up to him. With surprising tenderness, he slid one huge rough hand down your waist and raised the other to cup the side of your face. He caressed your cheek with his wide strong thumb.
He gazed into your eyes deeply.
"You know," he began. "I've never been gay. But you are positively the cutest boy I have ever seen."
You blushed immensely. "U-uh... th-thank you--"
You were interrupted as Mr. Moore pressed his lips to yours. You were startled, but then melted into the larger man's embrace. He held you to him closely as he wrestled your tongue with his own. The two of you let out muffled moans as you frenched passionately.
It was so hot, but you couldn't help but wonder. I've never been gay, he says. Fat chance. He was literally sucking your soul out of your penis five minutes ago.
But then, you had to consider: sex with you must have no affect at all on anyone's orientation in this world. It was as if everyone was obligated to fuck you. So just like how Keith wasn't committing adultery earlier, Mr. Moore was not gay.
After a couple minutes of smooching, Mr. Moore broke the kiss.
"I need you to fuck me, Ben," he begged. The big brawny man sat down onto the edge of his desk and laid back, using the fingers of one hand to spread his sopping pussy lips for you. Your cock throbbed with need as you gazed into his glazed folds.
Time to do what came naturally.
Stepping between his spread legs, you lined up your cock with his pussy.
"Give it to me, slut," he groaned, now rubbing his clit in anticipation.
We'll see who's the slut, you thought, as you leaned your hips forward, penetrating his love-tunnel with your penis.
Mr. Moore moaned as he felt you enter him, and you couldn't help but moan as well. His pussy felt amazing. It was almost scalding hot, wet as the ocean, and it pulsated around your dick like it was giving a massage.
In no time, you were gripping your boss's hips and thrusting in and out with gusto. Your balls slapped against his asscheeks loudly, combined with the loud squelching sound of his juices around your member.
SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP
"Yes Ben! Fuck me!" the DILF cried. "SHIT, you're better than my wife!"
His wife must have a dick too, you figured. But like most men, she apparently didn't know how to use it in regards to the female sex.
You leaned over your boss as you started to fuck him intensely. His pussy just kept pulling you back in for more. You wanted to cum so bad. You wanted to make him cum, too.
"Take my dick, Mr. Moore!" you yelled, finally taking charge. "Get fucked like the little whore you are!"
"I'm a whore! Yes! I'm a whore!" he screamed, and a second later his clit sprayed your stomach as he orgasmed. He must not be used to being treated as a sub. It's probably scratching an itch in his mind that he never knew existed. "Cum inside me! Cum inside your whore!"
Well, you gotta do as you're told, you thought with a smirk.
Giving him a few final thrusts, you felt yourself go over the edge. You groaned as you started to cum, ropes of your semen spewing out deep into the man's womb. Your hips spasmed lightly as you unloaded inside your boss, possibly inseminating him.
Finally, your orgasm ended and you collapsed onto your boss. He reached his arms down and held you against him, the two of you huffing and puffing with exhaustion.
"Well done, Ben," he congratulated. "You may be in line for a raise."
Sweet.
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