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Then she sat at her desk, working through pages and pages of coding in blissful peace. As her supervisor rarely came to her floor, Nikki got away with this for quite a while. Mostly, her supervisor, Joe Walsh, would call from a lower floor to discuss any work matters. She felt a real freedom now and reveled in the feeling of her dangerous game.
Then, one night, Nikki didn’t hear the elevator open or the security door with its ordinarily loud clack. So absorbed in work was the trans-man that her first indication she was not alone was when her supervisor Joe said, “Nick? What the fuck?”
Nikki spun in her chair to face the intruder, her eyes bulging and mouth hanging open in silent shock. She watched Joe’s eyes as the big, beefy man took in the outfit Nikki had chosen for tonight. A white (almost see-through) blouse over a bright pink bra, filled out with her water-filled falsies. Her black skirt fell mid-thigh when Nikki was standing and rode up to show the pink thong panties matching her bra and the tops of her black garter stockings. Nikki closed her legs quickly, her left hand moving to pull the skirt down while her right arm went across her chest.
“Nick? Nick, is that you, dude? What the fuck are you doing, man?” Joe said harshly, blinking rapidly at the unexpected sight.
Nikki never thought she’d see her muscular boss blush. The man’s built like an Adonis. “J-Joe…” Nikki began in a high-pitched effeminate tone, then coughed to shift her voice back down to her regular male voice. “What are you doing here, Joe?”
“Security called me. Said there was a woman in the building using your security credentials. He thought her…you…had stolen them and was trying to hack our systems. You’re lucky we have so many contractors on payroll right now, or I’d have called the police instead of coming in myself.”
Nikki crossed her ankles, pressing her knees together, and still tried in vain to stretch a few more inches from the skirt. She brushed her hair back over her ear nervously.
“OK. But there’s not. It’s just me. How about we just forget this ever happened, eh?”
Nikki smiled hopefully before turning back to her keyboards, hoping Joe would just go and they would never speak of it again.
“Oh, you’re not getting outta this so easily,” Joe said, grabbing the back of Nikki’s chair.
The man pulled it out into the aisle. He lifted it with one hand, depositing the sissy rather unceremoniously onto the floor. Nikki scrambled to her knees, pulling her skirt down into place. She registered familiar sounds, the clicking and whirring of Joe’s phone, taking a series of high-speed pictures of her. Nikki heard the telltale ‘beep’ of the video recording start as Joe extended a hand to her.
“Let’s get you on your feet so I could get a good look at you,” Joe said. He stepped back as Nikki got to her feet, standing between her and any possible escape. “Turn around so I could see the back too.”
Nikki stood there, her hands crossed in front of her skirt, beginning to see where this might be going. Joe glanced at her from over his phone.
“Do you want these pictures sent to everyone in the company address book? No? Then turn your sissy ass around,” he ordered harshly.
Nikki chewed on her lower lip a little as she turned a slow circle in place, standing very straight to avoid showing off more than she must. Nikki heard him laugh as she finished her turn, and then the phone beeped twice as Joe stopped one video and started another.
“So, Nikki—it is Nikki, right?” Joe taunted.
She nodded glumly.
“How badly do you want this kept a secret?”
Nikki blushed, her eyes going to Joe’s feet. “What do you w-want? I don’t have a lot of money, but I could try to get some together to buy those from you.”
Joe scratched his head and pursed his lips before smiling and shrugging. “I get paid well, so keep your money. On your knees, Nikki,” Joe ordered.
The moment Nikki feared and dreamed of had come to pass. All the months she had been playing this game, growing her hair so she wouldn’t need wigs anymore. She fantasized about someone catching her and what she’d have to do for silence. Nikki slowly sank to her knees, settling back on her heels, hands folded in her lap.
Joe’s chuckle sent a shiver down her body. “Such an obedient little sissy. Are you as slutty as you look? Crawl over here.”
Nikki leaned forward, crawling with her ass pushed up and out, trying to be as sexy as she could. As Nikki got closer to him, she realized she wanted this to happen, that she’d been working up to this moment. It didn’t lessen the heat of humiliation building in her, but Nikki noticed the warmth building lower down. Nikki stopped in front of Joe and sat back, looking up at the beefy white man, lifting her chin to show off the small dog collar around her neck. The tag caught the light and reflected against her shirt, the shadowy word ‘SLUT’ showing in the reflection.
“Well, well, slut, eh, how apt. Now pull it out and start sucking. If you’re good at it, you might not have to do it for a living after I turn these into HR.”
Nikki’s lust couldn’t keep her from blushing and whimpering quietly as she unzipped his slacks. The bright pink of the polish on her stick-on nails contrasted against the black fabric as Nikki carefully freed Joe’s hardening shaft. Nikki couldn’t stop the soft gasp at the sight of the cock Joe’s clothing hides. It was almost eight inches long and thick enough that Nikki had to stretch her mouth to get around the head. Nikki used her hands to slowly stroke Joe in time, pushing as much of his cock down her throat as she could manage. Nikki’s eyes drifted closed as the feel of the soft skin slid across her lips, the salty musk of sweat mixing with the waxy tang of lipstick as it clung to Joe’s flesh. Nikki shivered and moaned, letting go of Joe’s cock and grasping his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Nikki gagged and coughed as the tip of Joe’s cock hit the back of her throat. Nikki didn’t pull his cock out or stop but slowed, pushing steadily against Joe, easing him deeper into her sissy throat with each stroke. Nikki could feel Joe tense and relax, hear him moan. Each sign of his pleasure stoked the heat of Nikki’s arousal. Her tiny three-inch engorged sissy-clit was now squeezing against the chastity cage and giving her pain. With a final desperate thrust, Nikki felt her nose buried against the soft curls of Joe’s pubic hair. The sissy’s body shook in ecstasy as Nikki held herself there in triumph. Nikki had deep-throated this big cock. She slowly backed away until only the tip of her tongue was touching the underside of the head. Nikki gazed at his face and saw him staring back down at her. There was no malice in Joe’s face, no guile. There was only lust. Joe knew he saw a potential willing slut and wanted nothing more than to use her for sex.
Without warning, Nikki burst forward, swallowing his length in a single movement. That action was the breaking point. His free hand came down and pulled her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. He used that grip to begin fucking the sissy’s face, cruelly using her as nothing more than a living fleshlight. Nikki put her hands behind her back and reveled in the abuse. She closed her eyes, moaning around Joe’s cock when she was able.
Joe suddenly pulled her head back hard, pulling his cock out of her mouth, nearly making Nikki fall back before she could catch herself. Nikki opened her eyes to see Joe stroking his shaft fast and hard right over her face. She opened her mouth wide, waiting, whispering, “Yes—cum—oh, God, yes,” while looking directly into Joe’s camera lens.
The first thick, ropy spurts of white semen spurt over her mouth and land across her eyes and into her hair. Nikki blinked but kept them open as Joe milked more of his prize from his balls into her mouth and across her face. She let it drip over her face and chin to mix with her saliva as it ran down her neck and made wet spots on her sheer blouse.
The sissy man waited until Joe was done stroking before Nikki raised enough to take his cockhead between her lips and suckles out the last dregs of his cum. When Nikki was sure she’d get no more, she let go of Joe’s cock and sat back on her heels, waiting. Nikki watched Joe recover himself as he circled her, recording the moment. Then the beefy man got close, making sure to video the semen cooling on her face, mixing with ruined makeup. Joe stepped back, still focusing on Nikki.
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