trans boy toy

"Oh.... wow."

My eyes shoot open as she flips on the lights. Frantically, I yank my hand out of my pants, buttoning them as a stand and try to compose myself.

The door is closed quickly as she pulls out the wooden chair in front of her desk-- "Sit down."

Her voice is stern but she's smiling broadly, catching me like this puts me at her mercy, something I know she's been waiting for. I sit.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised to find you like this, how much you flirt with me." Her tone is calculated and she's playing with me.

My mouth opens in protest only for a moment. We both know she's the one who always flirts with me but your truth doesn't matter when your coworker finds you jacking off in her office. In this moment, the only truth that matters is hers. Right now, it didn't matter that it was her always sitting shoulder to shoulder with me in our meetings, staring directly into my eyes as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse. It didn't matter that anytime she needed to look over my shoulder at my computer she would press her chest into my back and run her nails gently down my neck... Not that I can say I've ever been mad, let alone considered reporting her. I never encouraged her, but I never discouraged her, silently shaking as her nails traced up my neck in my hair. There were so many times she worked me up so much I had to go to the bathroom and rub one out. More than once, she would be waiting outside with a knowing smile.

The heat grows between my legs as I sit here under her gaze. It's unbearable and I shift in my chair.

She laughs in song at my predicament. "Didn't expect me to come back today, did you?"

My voice cracks as I try to answer, but no words come out. She laughs again.

"You're so cute, I left for vacation only two hours ago! You must have missed me so much...What should I do with you?"

As turned on as I am, I know how much power she has in this moment. She could tell my boss, the whole company. She could take it online and ruin my reputation. I had worked so hard to land a spot in this firm, and this stupid stunt might ruin it all.

The silence is heavy. She leans into my ear, lips not an inch away, and whispers, "Don't worry, I like you too much to tattle. But come on... this is too good an opportunity to pass up. I bet you really want to cum, don't you?"

Nodding with embarrassing enthusiasm, my heart quickens. She smiles more and locks the door, "Strip."

I'm naked quickly, standing in the middle of her office. I look over my shoulder to her window. If the shade wasn't pulled down, Brenda from marketing would get a really good idea of what a trans guy looks like naked. I blush and cross my arms.

"No no," she swats my arms, "at your side. And sit back down."

The chill of the office makes my body hair stand on end. "I love how hairy you are... and I've been waiting so long to play with your boy cunt. Is that okay?"

I nod at her language, whatever gets her mouth on me, honestly.

I sit back down and sperad my legs. Her hands immediately go for my clit, making soft circles and I gasp my way to the edge. With her free hand she pushes hard against my shoulder to keep me in the chair. It's clear when I'm on the edge and she pulls away in time to make me curse.

"You are going to be so much fun to play with! How close were you when I caught you?"

No words come out when I open my mouth, just a moan.

blindfolded and tied down, I’m the fucktoy in the middle of the room—everyone takes their turn using me to get off.