“Would you love me if I did this more often?”
“I don’t think I could survive if you did that more often.”
“How about this?”
“Where the fuck did you learn that? And haven’t I told you I love you today?”
“You know where I learned it.”
“Oh god, don’t remind me.”
“Do you love me when I stop?”
“Please don’t make me answer that.”
—Guy New York
I thought about firing him for being so attractive, but finally decided that was immoral. In reality I should promote him, but I’m not actually sure what he does or if he does it well. It’s one thing to have an office affair, but it’s another to fuck a man fifteen years younger than me without even knowing what department he’s in.
It took me almost a week to come up with an excuse to get him into my office. My assistant is good, which means she knows me well and knows exactly what my tastes are. She would know the second he walked onto our floor what I had in mind. Which only left me one choice. I called her into my office one morning and told her exactly what I needed.
“I want you to find an excuse to get that handsome boy on the fourth floor up to my office this afternoon. I’m also going to need you to help me fuck him. That’s all.”
At exactly five there was a knock on the door. My assistant and Mr. Handsome walked in, closed the door and locked it, and then stood in front of my desk.
“Is this the young man you’d like to fuck us?”
His eyes were wide open as I walked over to him and took him by the arm. I sat him down next to me on the edge of my desk and we both watched as I instructed my assistant to disrobe. It’s ridiculous that I still use her this way, but by the time she was down to her cute little boy shorts Mr. Handsome was as hard as a rock and I was ready to go. My hand slid up and down his hard cock through his pants, and when I told her to kneel in front of us I could feel him jump.
The first time I kissed him I had to keep from moaning, and by the time I was kneeling on the floor as well, I couldn’t think straight. We had his beautiful hard cock out and in our mouths and for a while I pretended that I didn’t need her there at all.
I did make sure that he fucked me first, but I let him watch her touch herself on the couch as he did. I could tell he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he kept on his task, and for better or worse I was coming in minutes. When I finally let him have her, I made sure I got his strong lips and mouth on mine the entire time. I told him over and over again how handsome he was, and my assistant kept quiet and did her job.
I wanted to throw her out when we finished so I could simply lie there next to him, but I’ll admit that I just didn’t have the nerve. I didn’t want to see him looking at the door longingly, and I didn’t want to answer his questions about her. Instead, the three of us lay there on the couch, sweaty and exhausted. We both watched her perfect little body as she mixed us drinks, and when they finally left I poured myself another.
One of these days I will fire that girl.
—As told to Guy New York by J.L.
