I let out a barely audible yawn as I awoke from my slumber to an alarm clock ringing with glee. "I hate Monday mornings..." I muttered to myself while stumbling around looking for some clothes to wear. Still half-awake not fully ready for the day I lug myself into the shower and feel a blast from the initial cold then hot water. Drying myself off while examining myself in the mirror noting my less than admirable penis size; I was a full three inches when erect not nearly enough to satisfy any woman. All dressed up, for the struggles that lie ahead, I hesitantly slid into the BMW's seats admiring the interior for a moment with dreams of owning one myself some day I turned the key and took off.

When I arrived at the office I was greeted by a roomful of nameless business people just drinking their coffee keeping on with the daily tasks. I settled myself into my cubicle and let out a sigh; I was not ready to face the work that would ensue or the four o' clock meeting with my boss. I started sipping my coffee as the computer was warming up making it's familiar buzzing sound I grew dreadful of.

Sipping my coffee and typing away at some spreadsheet for some big company I thought to myself, "I hate this shit; I do all the dirty work and get no recognition. Fuck it I'm quitting." "I'm quitting," I told myself this a million times already, but I just don't have the balls to tell my boss that I am sick of this bullshit. I just keep working away like the faceless no-named business man I was. "This is how my life is going to be until I die," I muttered to myself while noticing the ever approaching four o' clock meeting.

I grasped the cold steel door handle and swung it open with a feeling of dread as I saw my boss sitting at one end of the table in his black leather chair. I took a seat at the opposite end of the table I had such a hatred for that five foot brown haired man. He opened his mouth and I just wanted to shove my fist directly into the back of his throat; "John, do you know why I called you to this meeting?" He said. I replied quickly with a stern, "No." He said, "I want to fuck you, John." I was shocked he'd be so open yet it left me with feelings of arousal so I replied with a hesitant, "Um, I suppose there is a first time for everything?" I was then struck with a sudden fear that he'd see my small penis and get turned off which would lead to the termination of my employment; even though I wanted to quit I couldn't I need this job.

He started kissing me softly on my neck leaving a little puddle of saliva from each kiss; while kissing me he slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. My shirt fell from my body with grace and elegance he slowly moved down my body going from my neck to my navel while my unbuttoned pants drop to my ankles. My boxers got caught with my pants and were sitting at my ankles I stepped out of them showing my full three inches in all it's glory. He gazed at my erect penis, it was dripping with pre-cum, and he smiled and said, "I was hoping it wouldn't be too big." I felt relief and stared at him still fully clothed; he quickly undressed knowing what I wanted. His cock was large I want to say eight inches then he slowly got to his knees with a grin on his face.

He stuck out his tongue and slowly slurped the pre-cum of the tip of my erect penis. I shivered a little bit it felt good it was a feeling I definitely wasn't used to. He then slowly started licking my shaft while playing with the head between his fingers. He started to engulf my penis into the depths of his throat; I realized I couldn't hold out much longer. My cum exploded into his throat with it's salty warmness and I could feel him swallowing as his entire mouth and throat tensed up. He slowly pulled my penis out his mouth licking any extra drops that might have escaped. I went flaccid instantly and knew it was my turn to service him. He said, "I want to fuck you in the ass." I slowly bent down and rested my hands on the table in front of me while he slowly slid his un-lubed penis into my rectum. It was quite painful and I started to bleed which made it slide in easier it was my own natural lube. In a matter of seconds he was pounding my ass with a fierce force that split my ass wide open. I was bleeding badly and it felt so good the blood trickled down my legs.

It continued like this for a solid thirty seconds and then he came deep inside of my large intestines. I proceeded to push the semen out which he lapped up like a dog. We both relaxed for five minutes reflecting on the magic that just occurred. We then proceeded to put our clothes on and I asked him, "Did you want anything else, Boss?" He said, "Nah, I'm good, but please call me Seymour." I headed for the door and slowly walked out before being stopped by Seymour by telling me I got a raise. I smiled and walked out muttering to myself, "I love this job..." I spent the rest of the day sitting in my cubicle feeling the blood on my leg it constantly reminded me of the acts that took place behind those doors oh how I longed to have another meeting with my boss.