At the call of his hot boss, Jon had made his way around her desk, and slipped into her lap. They'd kissed for what seemed like an eternity, slowly disrobing each other from their clothes. Shirts, bras, skirts, panties.
Soon enough, Jon found himself naked beneath her desk, his face buried in her vagina, while she rested one stocking-clad foot on his erect penis. She came once, twice, then a massive third time that brought him locked into her groin by her clamping knees. He couldn't help but softly lick her, even as she whimpered for him to stop.
A few moments later, he found himself being pulled to his dainty feet by the woman, and brought to another kiss, then being thrown down on the large oak desk. His leggy boss nimbly climbed up after him, and with no fanfare, grabbed his penis and shoved it into her sloppy vagina, straddling him and panting with pleasure.
Jon, too, was quickly lost in the feeling. His new body came with all new sensations. He shivered as she ran her fingers across his newly sensitive skin. His whole body shook as she pinched a nipple. His penis didn't feel like anything he'd ever felt before, even though he'd always had one. It was magical. He came over and over, fountains of sperm erupting from him, enjoying sex in ways he knew no man could ever experience it.
Then, just as he finished his fifth climax, his boss climbed off of him and began to gather his clothes. He lay spent, naked, exposed on the desk, a trophy, an object on display for his superior. Again, it was something he'd never felt before, but he enjoyed it.
"Don't just lay there," his boss' stern voice shook him from his reverie as she pulled her panties on, "You still have to drive me home and make me dinner. Hurry up and get dressed."
"Yes ma'am!" Jon responded eagerly.
"Excellent," came the reply from the woman as she fastened her bra, "and if you do a good job, I might give you a special treat for dessert."
Jon couldn't help but grin as he scrambled to dress as best he could, foreign to his new body and its wardrobe.
