[SS-1640] Heavy Supertyphoon

HEAVY SUPERTYPHOON

In the heart of the stormy morning, rookie field reporter stood bravely in front of the camera, reporting live on the heavy super typhoon that was ravaging the coast. The winds were fierce, and the rain was pouring down in sheets, but the reporter was determined to deliver the news to the worried viewers at home. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew with such force that it tore away the reporter's raincoat, revealing his muscular body beneath his white shirt. The shirt, already soaked, clung to his skin, accentuating every curve and muscle. The camera zoomed in, capturing the moment for all to see.

The reporter tried to hold onto his microphone, but the wind was relentless. His shirt buttons popped open one by one, exposing his chiseled chest.

The live TV audience gasped as they watched the reporter's clothes fly away, leaving him in just his white briefs. The briefs, also soaked, left little to the imagination, and the camera accidentally caught a glimpse of his privates. The station went into a frenzy, and the producers quickly cut to a commercial break, leaving the reporter standing in the pouring rain, shocked and embarrassed.

The next day, the reporter was called into the station manager's office. He was trembling, fearing the worst. The station manager, a stern 45-year-old man, looked at him with a mix of anger and curiosity. "Reporter," the manager began, "your actions last night were highly unprofessional. You've been suspended for a week."

The reporter's heart sank. He knew he had messed up, but he also knew he needed this job. "But, sir," he stammered, "I can explain—"

The manager held up a hand, silencing him. "There's one condition if you want to keep your job," he said, his voice low and firm.

The reporter's eyes widened in surprise. "What condition, sir?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The manager stood up from his desk and walked around to stand in front of the reporter. "I want to see and touch your naked, wet muscles," he said, his eyes never leaving the reporter's. "In private."

The reporter's mind raced. He knew what the manager was asking, but he also knew he couldn't afford to lose his job. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, agreeing to the manager's demand.

That night, the reporter found himself in the manager's office, standing naked and wet under the dim lights. The manager's eyes roamed over his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he touched the reporter's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. The reporter stood still, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was wrong, but he also knew he had no choice.

The manager's hands moved lower, exploring every inch of the reporter's body. He could feel the reporter's muscles tensing under his touch, and it excited him. He wanted more, and he was determined to have it. The reporter, despite his initial reluctance, found himself responding to the manager's touch. The manager was rough and demanding, and he knew exactly how to please a man.

As the night wore on, the reporter became the manager's plaything, submitting to his every desire. The manager was insatiable, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of the reporter's body. He traced the lines of his muscles, kissed his neck, and bit his shoulders. The reporter moaned softly, his body responding to the manager's skilled touch.

The manager pushed the reporter against the wall, his hands gripping his hips tightly. He ground against him, his erection pressing against the reporter's thigh. The reporter gasped, his own desire growing with each passing moment. The manager's hands moved to his ass, squeezing and kneading, before sliding a finger inside him. The reporter cried out, his body arching against the manager's touch.

The manager spun the reporter around, bending him over the desk. He positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping his hips tightly. He pushed into him slowly, filling him completely. The reporter moaned, his body stretching to accommodate the manager's size. The manager began to move, his hips thrusting against the reporter's ass. He reached around, his hand wrapping around the reporter's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

The reporter's body tensed, his muscles clenching around the manager as he reached his climax. The manager followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came inside the reporter. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, before the manager pulled out and stepped back.

In the end, the reporter's suspension was lifted, and he returned to work as if nothing had happened. But he knew the truth—the truth of that stormy night and the heavy super typhoon that had changed his life forever. He was no longer just a rookie reporter; he was the manager's secret, his plaything.

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