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Charles offdensen was the cfo for world’s biggest metal band, deathklok. He was also your boss, and you had a huge crush on him. He was handsome, tall, smart, and had the cutest glasses.
You had been crushing on him for a while, and he finally picked up on it.
As the guys were going out to party, Charles came up to you and offered you a glass of wine. You blushed and nodded, following him to his office.
The two of you talked about work, then music, then eventually the band. Then you started talking about you. You told him about your hobbies and interests, and you could tell he was listening intently. It was very sweet.
After a while, the conversation died down and Charles took your hand in his. You smiled up at him and he kissed your cheek. Your face flushed, and Charles leaned in closer. You closed the gap, kissing him gently.
Your heart fluttered as he kissed back, deepening the kiss. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you into his lap. He ran his hands up your thighs, and you felt yourself get more aroused by the second.
Charles noticed your arousal, and broke the kiss, smirking.
"May I?" He asked, placing his hand over your crotch. You hesitated.
“I’m… a trans male. That okay with you, sir? You won't think differently of me?" You asked, slightly nervous. Charles smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's perfectly alright. And you may call me Charles." He said, leaning in and kissing you once again. You kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to pull you close.
His hands moved to the buttons on your pants, and he began undoing them. You let him take off your pants and boxers, then watched as he knelt before you. He pressed his mouth to your clit, and began eating you out.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Charles was suspiciously really good at this.
He licked and sucked your clit, then began moving lower. He pushed his tongue into you, and your head rolled back, letting out a loud moan. He ate you out like no one ever had before, and you felt like you were on cloud 9.
Charles looked up at you. “Are you close?" He asked. You blushed and nodded quickly. Charles smirked. “Good boy.” pushed his tongue inside of you again, rubbing your clit.
You moaned loudly and came, trembling and panting. Charles kissed his way back up your body, and pulled you into his lap again. He began to palm himself through his slacks, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Let me help." You said, reaching forward and unbuckling his belt. You unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him. He sighed softly and watched as you began pumping his cock.
Charles groaned and his head fell back, enjoying the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. You continued to stroke him until he was fully erect, and then stopped, looking up at him.
Charles looked down at you, and saw how desperate you were. He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back, and he reached between your legs, pushing his fingers inside of you.
You moaned softly, and began grinding against his hand, whimpering. Charles smiled, and pulled away, looking at you.
"Would you like me to fuck you?" He asked, kissing your neck. You shivered and nodded quickly. Charles chuckled, and moved you to his desk. He stood behind you and began to line himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside.
You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, moaning loudly. Charles groaned and grabbed your hips, pushing himself in to the hilt.
"Oh my god... Fuck." You said, breathing heavily. Charles smirked, and slowly pulled out, thrusting back into you. You let out a low moan and bit your lip.
Charles fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your hips. You were both a moaning mess, and it was music to his ears. He loved hearing the way you moaned his name, and the sounds of skin on skin.
Charles leaned down, pressing his chest to your back. He continued fucking you, and reached around to rub your clit, making you moan louder.
"Cum for me, sweetheart." He purred, rubbing you harder. You cried out and came, trembling. Charles pulled out and stroked himself, coming on your ass.
He helped you clean up and put his clothes back on. You smiled at him, and he pulled you into his lap.
"Thank you, Charles." You said, blushing. Charles smiled and kissed your forehead. "Of course, sweetheart." He said, wrapping his arms around you.