EXECUTIVE'S FREELANCING
In the dimly lit, opulent office, junior executive, Luca, sat perched on the edge of the manager's desk, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hum of the city outside. He had always admired Mr. Che from afar, the top manager who exuded power and wealth. Tonight, he was here to serve him, not just as an executive, but in a far more intimate way.
Luca had started freelancing on the side, offering his services to the ultra-rich to afford the luxuries that would make him feel like he belonged. He wanted a high-end luxury watch, something that would make him feel equal to the old money executives who looked down on him. Tonight, fate had brought him to Mr. Che's doorstep, and the manager had agreed to keep their encounter a secret, but with a twist—Luca would have to service him for free for the next two nights.
Mr. Che's eyes roamed over Luca's body, taking in every detail. Luca was dressed in a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest. His tie was loosely knotted, and his pants hugged his thighs tightly. He looked every inch the part of a junior executive, but tonight, he was here to play a different role.
"Take off your shirt," Mr. Che commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. Luca complied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his toned torso. He could feel the manager's gaze on him, burning into his skin. He felt a mix of excitement and humiliation, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
Mr. Che stood up from his chair and walked over to Luca, his steps slow and deliberate. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of Luca's chest, circling his nipples. Luca gasped, his body responding to the touch. Mr. Che smiled, a smug, satisfied smile that made Luca's heart race even faster.
"On your knees," Mr. Che ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Luca sank to the floor, his knees hitting the plush carpet. He looked up at Mr. Che, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. The manager unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard cock. He grabbed Luca by the hair, pulling his head forward.
"Suck," he commanded, his voice harsh. Luca opened his mouth, taking Mr. Che's cock inside. He could taste the saltiness, feel the hardness against his tongue. He moved his head, bobbing up and down, his hands gripping the manager's thighs for support. Mr. Che moaned, his grip on Luca's hair tightening.
The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the wet suction of Luca's mouth, and the occasional moan from Mr. Che. Luca could feel his own cock hardening, straining against his pants. He was both aroused and humiliated, a sensation that made his head spin.
After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Che pulled away, his cock glistening with saliva. He looked down at Luca, his eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Stand up," he ordered. Luca complied, his legs shaking slightly. Mr. Che reached out, his fingers undoing Luca's belt and pants. He pushed them down, revealing Luca's hard cock.
"Touch yourself," Mr. Che commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Luca wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. He could feel the pleasure building, his body on the verge of exploding. Mr. Che watched, his eyes filled with lust and satisfaction.
Suddenly, Mr. Che grabbed Luca's wrist, stopping his movements. "Not yet," he said, his voice harsh. Luca whimpered, his body aching with need. Mr. Che smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile. "You will come when I say you can come," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Luca nodded, his body trembling with desire and humiliation. He knew he was at Mr. Che's mercy, and he was both terrified and aroused by it. The manager reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of Luca's chest, circling his nipples. Luca gasped, his body responding to the touch.
"On the desk," Mr. Che ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Luca climbed onto the desk, his body shaking with anticipation. He could feel the cool wood against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. Mr. Che positioned himself behind Luca, his cock pressing against his entrance.
"Relax," Mr. Che commanded, his voice harsh. Luca took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles. He could feel the pressure, the burning sensation as Mr. Che pushed inside. He gasped, his body stretching to accommodate the intrusion.
Mr. Che started to move, his hips thrusting against Luca's ass. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the occasional moan from Luca. He could feel the pleasure building, his body on the verge of exploding.
"Come," Mr. Che commanded, his voice harsh. Luca's body responded, his cock exploding with release. He could feel the warmth spreading, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Mr. Che moaned, his own release following soon after.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breathing ragged. Luca could feel the aftermath of his orgasm, his body sated and exhausted. He knew he had two more nights of this, two more nights of serving Mr. Che, of being at his mercy.
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