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Ken was the longest-standing member of the office, recently bringing up his thirtieth year with the company. When he started as a teen straight from school, he was a boy in a sea of men. A fresh-faced youth amid desks of beards and heavy mustaches, in a room clogged with cigarette smoke. The walls were stained yellow with decades of tobacco abuse and thickly fogged windows.
The only woman to venture amongst them would be the manager's secretary, usually, a hand-picked dolly bird. She would have to run the daily gauntlet of pickup lines and snickered double entendres as she quickly passed. It was in this environment that Ken learned about office life and he soon grew to be the life force of the group.
By Friday the office spilled out into the local pubs and every female member of staff was the target of their roving eyes. Any lady foolish enough to fall for their words would regret it instantly as they became the office gossip by Monday. Several had left in tears regretting a drunken night out and the subsequent ridicule driving them from their job.
By Monday morning he would be ready with his weekend tales, the colossal alcohol consumption, and bacchanalian sexual conquests. Taking center stage and leading them blow by blow through every detail of his over-exaggerated storytelling. At first, it was solely to fit in and be one of the boys but through time it was to be the alpha of the group.
The times had most definitely changed since then, the old boy network that had run the company since he started had been toppled. Over the recent years, the senior positions previously guaranteed to be taken by a man had been procured by a woman. Quietly and discreetly the male-dominated company had been dethroned and replaced by a younger female-oriented workforce.
It was a gradual smooth transition that Ken had barely noticed till he looked around and he was the last man standing. With each male member of the team leaving or transferring, his replacement would swish through the door. Eager young beauties delighted his eyes making him forget his ex-male colleagues as quickly as possible.
As Ken strolled through the door he knew he was one of the last of the old breed, almost an endangered species. This wasn't partially a problem for him, work was just to pay the bills. Never much of an eager position climber Ken had always plodded on with his work, never causing a fuss or failing to deliver his work on time.
It was only recently he started to get negative feedback regarding his attitude in the office. His crude jokes and his obvious leering at the more attractive ladies had gotten him admonished whereas it used to get him slapped on the back. The humor he could control but how was any red-blooded male expected to not enjoy the sight of the gorgeous women now sharing his workspace.
Time had not been as kind to Ken, the waistline had expanded, the hair had thinned and the jaw had grown some more chins. As much as he loved to check out the ladies he never fooled himself that he had a remote chance of conquest, he had put those days far behind him. His sex life had deteriorated since his marriage to porn and masturbation, or as he liked to joke, sex with someone I love.
His marriage had lasted barely a year, an ill-conceived idea brought on an unplanned pregnancy. It hadn't taken long for both to realize the mistake and they agreed to divorce whist the feeling was only simmering dislike. The only ongoing outcome of the union was the monthly payments and the brief visits from his sullen daughter hoping to elicit more money from him.
The turnover of fresh young faces was like a revolving door, as soon as he got used to one hot new face she was replaced by yet another. They quickly moved on to another department, probably replacing the ever-decreasing older males in the company. Ken told his friends it was like working in a Stepford wife's office where someone was creating the most attractive women to tease him with.
The memory of those older times surrounded by hairy men in a dingy dark stinking building was slipping from his mind. The aroma of the room now was a delicious mix of various perfumes that wafted past him and tempted him to look. Now in his fifties, Ken felt like a dinosaur amiss these twittering beauties. Their conversations he barely comprehended and their outside lives were a complete mystery.
A few overheard remarks and quick glances had given him some new entertaining information, he'd now joined Instagram and Facebook because of this. A glanced photo of a bikinied holiday snap made him seek that out and he had enjoyed delving into their private galleries. Seeing what they look like and got up to when out of their office attire if he couldn't stare at them at work he could certainly wank over them in the privileged of his own home.
Not that he disliked how they looked around the office, but those tight-fitted skirts drove him insane. The girls who now swirled around him would have driven the old fellas to a heart attack. He'd now even gotten istanbul travesti (https://www.cambon.xyz) used to being ordered about by a female manager, a huge change from the old days. The past few years he'd had several female supervisors from old to young, the current could be his daughter.
The first had been an old battle-axe who dealt with everyone with an iron fist and an irritable disposition. Luckily as the years went by the ladies got younger and more attractive, far more pleasant to deal with. Ken could reel off the names, of Miss Lord, Miss Carlise, Miss Jennings, Miss Jones, and currently Miss Powell.
She was a new arrival, an internal promotion from another part of the company as has been the way in recent years. Barely in her twenties and already on her way up, her confidence was almost on a par with her beauty. Many attractive ladies had passed through the office but she was head and shoulders the winner. Ken thought if only he was thirty years younger but he knew even then she would not give him the time of day.
This girl was wasted hidden in some dusty office she should have rich men falling at her feet and fighting for her attention. Instead, she's here before him, making a tired old man feel younger by the second. Since her arrival, Ken had been wanking like a teenager, sometimes at work like in the old days. How can anyone be supposed to behave themselves with this provocation?
Once more he had been called before Miss Powell, one more dressing down for him to endure. As she flicked her long dark hair and tried to stare him down Ken melted into her deep brown eyes. Decades of battle axes had tried to terrorize him and this little cutie was never going to succeed where they failed. Ken stifled a smirk as she attempted to intimidate him, barely a wrinkle on her perfect olive skin.
"Well here we are again Mister Morgan," she held him in her unblinking stare. "It does seem you don't learn to control your behavior or is it you think you're above the ladies in this office." Miss Powell raised her voice and her tone grew stern, "the ladies are not here for your entertainment."
Ken nodded as she reprimanded him, growing a little impressed by her improving severity. His eyes though soon dropped to her impressive pert bosom peeking through her buttoned-down blouse, shattering her mood. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"The bosoms and bottoms of the female members of staff are not here for you to leer at all day," she slammed down the file on the desk to reclaim his attention. Miss Powell smirked as he jumped at the noise, "you can keep your wandering eyes on your work and nothing else."
Recovering his composure Ken squirmed uncomfortably before this stroppy slip of a girl, "of course I'm sure it's all a mistake."
"One more mistake Mister Morgan and it will be a disciplinary matter, your file is quite full of little mistakes." Her smirk grew surely into a broad grin, "we don't want to be organizing a leaving party for you."
"No No I'll be on my best behavior you have my word," for the first time Ken grew flustered by his pretty superior.
"Good boy, then I do hope I won't see you again in my office," Miss Powell bade him away with a brush of her hand. "Please close the door on the way out."
'Good boy,' Ken seethed as he stomped back to his desk. Her words rattling around his brain, 'barely as old as my daughter and calling me a good boy.' His female coworkers sniggered as his lips muttered silent obscenities to himself for the remainder of the day.
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Once home Ken switched on his laptop and scoured through the Facebook profiles of his coworkers looking for the stuck-up Miss Powell. With her superior attitude and stunning looks, he knew for certain she would be on and flaunting her lifestyle. Through his regular wank material of Cerys Jones, the cute little blonde who joined after Christmas, he found a link.
Sure enough there she was, posing with her multitude of friends and male admirers. Even though he had started to despise her he couldn't shake the attraction he had for the gorgeous bitch. Through her header, he found her Instagram page and the prize of the bikini pictures. Ken unleashed his cock and stroked as he swiped through an endless array of pictures of that perfect bronze body.
Her tight business suits had hidden a delicious athletic toned physique from him and his eyes devoured every inch. Those hidden pert breasts now bounced skimpily before him and at the thonged firm backside, Ken could barely contain himself. As he shot across the floor accompanied by a loud audible groan, Ken knew it would not be the last sperm he would toss over Miss Powell.
The weekend was the most aroused Ken had been in decades, his normally placid cock grew with every new pic and he drew one more sap to the rise. By Sunday he amazed himself by still scouring through her pics, cock still rock hard in his hand.
Horny enough to have a quick check of Cerys page and a stroke to his favorite of her in a tiny red bikini. Her travesti istanbul (https://www.cambon.xyz) curvaceous figure burst out of the flimsy material, concealing nothing of her golden-toned figure. 'Hi, Ken, enjoying the view.'
The message popped in the corner of his screen and Ken froze, flabbergasted by the words in front of him. His first reaction was to shut down the screen and he lunged toward the keyboard. 'Don't be shy, we're not at work now.'
The second message stopped him in his tracks and his fingers dangled aimlessly over the keys. His brain stumbled over what his response should be, she had caught him red-handed ogling her picture. 'Don't be rude Ken, say hi.'
Tentatively he tapped his reply, 'Hi.' The wait for the next message seemed a lifetime to Ken and his hands trembled with excitement. 'Did you like my picture?'
With the blood rushing from his brain to his cock Ken feverishly replied, 'Yes it's amazing.'
'Glad you like it, I think it's my sexiest,' Ken grinned in agreement to her words.
In a flash he typed away, 'it absolutely is.
'I bet you're wanking over it right now,' Ken released his cock as he read. In a panic, he peered towards the in-built cam fearful she could see him. 'It's ok you can admit it, I want to know how I make you feel.'
As his cock grew stiff Ken's awareness disappeared, 'my cocks bouncing looking at you.' His hand dropped instinctively below the desk to stroke his mind-controlling cock.
'MMM Ken, I want to see that,' Ken's fingers hovered motionless as he pondered his response. Does she really want him to send a picture of his cock and could he go through with the request?
'Please Ken, give me something to rub myself to.' His eyes bulged incredulously as he slowly read the words, 'don't make a girl beg.'
Against all clear thought, Ken grabbed his phone and took a pic of his throbbing manhood, raging in all its glory. Frantically he attached the picture and sent it speedily to the eager recipient and waited with bated breath for the next message.
As the minutes grew Ken waited in vain for a reply and the gnawing realization that he had been conned grew. With each passing second his cock turned limp and his brain cells started to reappraise themselves. His head bounced off the wooden desk as he cursed his own stupidity, muttering 'idiot' to himself.
How had he been so stupid to believe a hot twenty-year-old would want a picture of his decrepit old cock and how easy it had been for her to tempt him into sending it. The position of the joke of the office was now officially his, she would have sent it to all her friends by the time he walked in on Monday morning.
The last vestige of his respectability had been taken from him, in actual fact, he had given it up all by himself. How he would face those mocking smiles he shuddered to imagine and slumped dejectedly in his chair.
Amazingly it was only now he thought of Miss Powell and her final warning over his behavior, his blood ran cold at the memory of her final smirk. Surely Cerys wouldn't show her supervisor the picture, this would be the last straw and the end of his employment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amazingly when Ken slunk into the office no one batted an eye toward him, their conversations continued unabashed by his presence. Not one comment was thrown his way as he sped his way to his desk and ducked stunned behind his screen.
She hadn't told anyone, he peered over his pc and saw the back of her long blonde hair as she chatted away with her friends. The tension ebbed away as the elation of his redemption grew, maybe she really had liked it. A cocky grin grew on his face till his eyes locked on a small jiffy envelope on his desktop.
It had his name printed in black felt across the front and he slipped open the in puzzlement. A small note popped out onto his desk, 'put these on and take a picture as proof or else.' Fearfully he peeked into the bag and his stomach dropped as he saw a tiny pair of pink panties.
The color had fallen from his face as he raised his eyes back to the grinning face of his young tormentor, 'Now' she mouthed towards him. Shamefaced he threw the panties in his pocket and trudged past her gleeful glance towards the toilets.
Locking the cubicle door he struggled to pull the tiny panties up over his thick thighs and finally stretched them around the flabby arse. His balls bulged ungainly out of the sides and his cock strained against the uncomfortable tightness. Taking a quick photo he shuddered at the obscene image and hurriedly pulled back on his trousers.
By the time he returned to the office the panties had turned into a thong as the back disappeared between his cheeks, the material cutting into his waist as he walked. Hastily passing the smirking girl Ken flew back to his desk and some easing of his discomfort.
'I want my picture now,' the email popped up immediately before him. Her phone number alongside it, 'send me it or I'll tell Miss Powell what a pervert you are.'
Ken slumped in defeat, istanbul travestileri (https://www.cambon.xyz) he knew he couldn't trust Cerys but he also knew he had no choice. One more misdemeanor and he was out, gloomily he tapped in her number and sent the humiliating photo.
His phone lit up in reply, 'Good boy, and so sexy.' She mocked him from a distance, 'keep those sexy panties on all day and I will check later to see if you are, sissy.'
The sense of despair numbed the aching pain from the tightening around his groin and he forced himself to not look up at her smug but beautiful face.
At the end of the day, Ken watched her slip on her coat and say her goodbyes before she slyly nodded to him to follow. Her long blonde hair swished before him before she slipped out of sight into the disabled toilet.
Tentatively he pushed open the door to reveal her grinning malicious face, "lock the door dickhead." The blood rushed to his face at the attitude of this child, the absolute nerve of her to talk to him like this.
"Now, show us your knickers sissyboy." Her sparkling blue eyes shone with glee at his discomfort, "get a move on, some of us have homes to go to."
Reluctantly Ken once again exposed himself before her, his podgy physique comical in the too-small panties. "Look I'm sorry but can we please put an end to all this."
Cerys giggled at the pathetic pleading of the near-naked man crouched before her. "No, I'll say when this ends not you," she bounced forward to stare him straight in the eyes. "You'll wear these again tomorrow and I'll check you are again or else."
With a rigid prod of her finger, she unlocked the door and left Ken alone. A growing pain from the poke and the lingering smell of her perfume was the only remnants of her existence. Sullenly Ken dressed and slunk painfully to his bus ride home.
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Aside from the occasional smirk and obscene gesture in his direction Cerys had been noticeably quiet. The painful panties dug into his waist as he awaited his latest unveiling.
By midmorning, he sunk himself into his work in an attempt to ignore the precocious brat. This solace was broken by an email from Miss Powell requesting his presence, never a good thing. Slowly he made his way down the aisle to her office, past the gesticulating blonde pest.
Nervously he knocked and entered upon her stern answer to enter, closing the door on the malicious girl mouthing obscenities at him. Miss Powell ignored his presence, concentrating on her work as he waited anxiously.
Ken fidgeted before her, uncomfortably wriggling in the ever-tightening panties. "You wanted to see me." he reached for the back of the chair to sit in some relief.
"I don't remember asking you to sit, "Miss Powell's sharp tongue froze him. "Stand there till I say otherwise."
Mumbling his apology Ken returned to his recurring stance of discomfort, his face reddened with embarrassment and seething anger. This jumped-up slip of a girl ordering him about like a scolded child, the urge to retort burned inside. Held only by the growing fear of what information did she hold, had Cerys revealed their secret.
She leaned back and exhaled loudly a deep, long exasperated breath. "I have summoned you here once again because I have yet another complaint about you." Miss Powell stood and leaned towards him locking her dark brown eyes on his, "it seems you do not understand the meaning of your last warning or don't care." "Is that it, you don't care?"
"Y-y-yes of course I do understand and care," he stuttered in his reply in increasing frustration.
"So you just chose not to take any notice of it then," her tone grew angrier with each word, "I told you to stop leering and treating the women in this office as sexual objects and what did you do?"
Ken's mouth dropped dumbly as his mind raced for an answer, "nothing, I've done nothing."
"Nothing!" she slammed her hand loudly on the desk at his reply. "You went home and ogled pictures of the girls who work here, including me." The color grew in her face aside from her anger, "and then thought you'd send a picture of your cock to a nineteen-year-old member of staff."
The room swam around Ken as he heard the final words, confirming his fear that Cerys had sent him to his peril. No words could slip from his mouth as his world fell away from him.
"I've never heard of something so obscene but even then you find a way to go one step up," Miss Powell reached into her desk and brought out her phone, "sending the poor girl pictures of you in panties, you pervert!"
The final word made him stumble and he clung to the desk for support, the girl had played him for a fool and he had proven her correct. "But she made me."
"How dare you," her voice rose to full anger. "That little innocent girl forced a grown middle-aged man to perform indecently for her, don't make me laugh."
"But it's true, she forced me to wear them." Ken's voice wavered in desperation, "she said she'd show the penis picture to everyone if I didn't."
"Oh so you admit the cock picture but I'm supposed to believe the rest of your lies." The cool composed poise started to return as she glared at him, "the girl with the unblemished record or you, on your final warning."
The only woman to venture amongst them would be the manager's secretary, usually, a hand-picked dolly bird. She would have to run the daily gauntlet of pickup lines and snickered double entendres as she quickly passed. It was in this environment that Ken learned about office life and he soon grew to be the life force of the group.
By Friday the office spilled out into the local pubs and every female member of staff was the target of their roving eyes. Any lady foolish enough to fall for their words would regret it instantly as they became the office gossip by Monday. Several had left in tears regretting a drunken night out and the subsequent ridicule driving them from their job.
By Monday morning he would be ready with his weekend tales, the colossal alcohol consumption, and bacchanalian sexual conquests. Taking center stage and leading them blow by blow through every detail of his over-exaggerated storytelling. At first, it was solely to fit in and be one of the boys but through time it was to be the alpha of the group.
The times had most definitely changed since then, the old boy network that had run the company since he started had been toppled. Over the recent years, the senior positions previously guaranteed to be taken by a man had been procured by a woman. Quietly and discreetly the male-dominated company had been dethroned and replaced by a younger female-oriented workforce.
It was a gradual smooth transition that Ken had barely noticed till he looked around and he was the last man standing. With each male member of the team leaving or transferring, his replacement would swish through the door. Eager young beauties delighted his eyes making him forget his ex-male colleagues as quickly as possible.
As Ken strolled through the door he knew he was one of the last of the old breed, almost an endangered species. This wasn't partially a problem for him, work was just to pay the bills. Never much of an eager position climber Ken had always plodded on with his work, never causing a fuss or failing to deliver his work on time.
It was only recently he started to get negative feedback regarding his attitude in the office. His crude jokes and his obvious leering at the more attractive ladies had gotten him admonished whereas it used to get him slapped on the back. The humor he could control but how was any red-blooded male expected to not enjoy the sight of the gorgeous women now sharing his workspace.
Time had not been as kind to Ken, the waistline had expanded, the hair had thinned and the jaw had grown some more chins. As much as he loved to check out the ladies he never fooled himself that he had a remote chance of conquest, he had put those days far behind him. His sex life had deteriorated since his marriage to porn and masturbation, or as he liked to joke, sex with someone I love.
His marriage had lasted barely a year, an ill-conceived idea brought on an unplanned pregnancy. It hadn't taken long for both to realize the mistake and they agreed to divorce whist the feeling was only simmering dislike. The only ongoing outcome of the union was the monthly payments and the brief visits from his sullen daughter hoping to elicit more money from him.
The turnover of fresh young faces was like a revolving door, as soon as he got used to one hot new face she was replaced by yet another. They quickly moved on to another department, probably replacing the ever-decreasing older males in the company. Ken told his friends it was like working in a Stepford wife's office where someone was creating the most attractive women to tease him with.
The memory of those older times surrounded by hairy men in a dingy dark stinking building was slipping from his mind. The aroma of the room now was a delicious mix of various perfumes that wafted past him and tempted him to look. Now in his fifties, Ken felt like a dinosaur amiss these twittering beauties. Their conversations he barely comprehended and their outside lives were a complete mystery.
A few overheard remarks and quick glances had given him some new entertaining information, he'd now joined Instagram and Facebook because of this. A glanced photo of a bikinied holiday snap made him seek that out and he had enjoyed delving into their private galleries. Seeing what they look like and got up to when out of their office attire if he couldn't stare at them at work he could certainly wank over them in the privileged of his own home.
Not that he disliked how they looked around the office, but those tight-fitted skirts drove him insane. The girls who now swirled around him would have driven the old fellas to a heart attack. He'd now even gotten istanbul travesti (https://www.cambon.xyz) used to being ordered about by a female manager, a huge change from the old days. The past few years he'd had several female supervisors from old to young, the current could be his daughter.
The first had been an old battle-axe who dealt with everyone with an iron fist and an irritable disposition. Luckily as the years went by the ladies got younger and more attractive, far more pleasant to deal with. Ken could reel off the names, of Miss Lord, Miss Carlise, Miss Jennings, Miss Jones, and currently Miss Powell.
She was a new arrival, an internal promotion from another part of the company as has been the way in recent years. Barely in her twenties and already on her way up, her confidence was almost on a par with her beauty. Many attractive ladies had passed through the office but she was head and shoulders the winner. Ken thought if only he was thirty years younger but he knew even then she would not give him the time of day.
This girl was wasted hidden in some dusty office she should have rich men falling at her feet and fighting for her attention. Instead, she's here before him, making a tired old man feel younger by the second. Since her arrival, Ken had been wanking like a teenager, sometimes at work like in the old days. How can anyone be supposed to behave themselves with this provocation?
Once more he had been called before Miss Powell, one more dressing down for him to endure. As she flicked her long dark hair and tried to stare him down Ken melted into her deep brown eyes. Decades of battle axes had tried to terrorize him and this little cutie was never going to succeed where they failed. Ken stifled a smirk as she attempted to intimidate him, barely a wrinkle on her perfect olive skin.
"Well here we are again Mister Morgan," she held him in her unblinking stare. "It does seem you don't learn to control your behavior or is it you think you're above the ladies in this office." Miss Powell raised her voice and her tone grew stern, "the ladies are not here for your entertainment."
Ken nodded as she reprimanded him, growing a little impressed by her improving severity. His eyes though soon dropped to her impressive pert bosom peeking through her buttoned-down blouse, shattering her mood. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"The bosoms and bottoms of the female members of staff are not here for you to leer at all day," she slammed down the file on the desk to reclaim his attention. Miss Powell smirked as he jumped at the noise, "you can keep your wandering eyes on your work and nothing else."
Recovering his composure Ken squirmed uncomfortably before this stroppy slip of a girl, "of course I'm sure it's all a mistake."
"One more mistake Mister Morgan and it will be a disciplinary matter, your file is quite full of little mistakes." Her smirk grew surely into a broad grin, "we don't want to be organizing a leaving party for you."
"No No I'll be on my best behavior you have my word," for the first time Ken grew flustered by his pretty superior.
"Good boy, then I do hope I won't see you again in my office," Miss Powell bade him away with a brush of her hand. "Please close the door on the way out."
'Good boy,' Ken seethed as he stomped back to his desk. Her words rattling around his brain, 'barely as old as my daughter and calling me a good boy.' His female coworkers sniggered as his lips muttered silent obscenities to himself for the remainder of the day.
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Once home Ken switched on his laptop and scoured through the Facebook profiles of his coworkers looking for the stuck-up Miss Powell. With her superior attitude and stunning looks, he knew for certain she would be on and flaunting her lifestyle. Through his regular wank material of Cerys Jones, the cute little blonde who joined after Christmas, he found a link.
Sure enough there she was, posing with her multitude of friends and male admirers. Even though he had started to despise her he couldn't shake the attraction he had for the gorgeous bitch. Through her header, he found her Instagram page and the prize of the bikini pictures. Ken unleashed his cock and stroked as he swiped through an endless array of pictures of that perfect bronze body.
Her tight business suits had hidden a delicious athletic toned physique from him and his eyes devoured every inch. Those hidden pert breasts now bounced skimpily before him and at the thonged firm backside, Ken could barely contain himself. As he shot across the floor accompanied by a loud audible groan, Ken knew it would not be the last sperm he would toss over Miss Powell.
The weekend was the most aroused Ken had been in decades, his normally placid cock grew with every new pic and he drew one more sap to the rise. By Sunday he amazed himself by still scouring through her pics, cock still rock hard in his hand.
Horny enough to have a quick check of Cerys page and a stroke to his favorite of her in a tiny red bikini. Her travesti istanbul (https://www.cambon.xyz) curvaceous figure burst out of the flimsy material, concealing nothing of her golden-toned figure. 'Hi, Ken, enjoying the view.'
The message popped in the corner of his screen and Ken froze, flabbergasted by the words in front of him. His first reaction was to shut down the screen and he lunged toward the keyboard. 'Don't be shy, we're not at work now.'
The second message stopped him in his tracks and his fingers dangled aimlessly over the keys. His brain stumbled over what his response should be, she had caught him red-handed ogling her picture. 'Don't be rude Ken, say hi.'
Tentatively he tapped his reply, 'Hi.' The wait for the next message seemed a lifetime to Ken and his hands trembled with excitement. 'Did you like my picture?'
With the blood rushing from his brain to his cock Ken feverishly replied, 'Yes it's amazing.'
'Glad you like it, I think it's my sexiest,' Ken grinned in agreement to her words.
In a flash he typed away, 'it absolutely is.
'I bet you're wanking over it right now,' Ken released his cock as he read. In a panic, he peered towards the in-built cam fearful she could see him. 'It's ok you can admit it, I want to know how I make you feel.'
As his cock grew stiff Ken's awareness disappeared, 'my cocks bouncing looking at you.' His hand dropped instinctively below the desk to stroke his mind-controlling cock.
'MMM Ken, I want to see that,' Ken's fingers hovered motionless as he pondered his response. Does she really want him to send a picture of his cock and could he go through with the request?
'Please Ken, give me something to rub myself to.' His eyes bulged incredulously as he slowly read the words, 'don't make a girl beg.'
Against all clear thought, Ken grabbed his phone and took a pic of his throbbing manhood, raging in all its glory. Frantically he attached the picture and sent it speedily to the eager recipient and waited with bated breath for the next message.
As the minutes grew Ken waited in vain for a reply and the gnawing realization that he had been conned grew. With each passing second his cock turned limp and his brain cells started to reappraise themselves. His head bounced off the wooden desk as he cursed his own stupidity, muttering 'idiot' to himself.
How had he been so stupid to believe a hot twenty-year-old would want a picture of his decrepit old cock and how easy it had been for her to tempt him into sending it. The position of the joke of the office was now officially his, she would have sent it to all her friends by the time he walked in on Monday morning.
The last vestige of his respectability had been taken from him, in actual fact, he had given it up all by himself. How he would face those mocking smiles he shuddered to imagine and slumped dejectedly in his chair.
Amazingly it was only now he thought of Miss Powell and her final warning over his behavior, his blood ran cold at the memory of her final smirk. Surely Cerys wouldn't show her supervisor the picture, this would be the last straw and the end of his employment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amazingly when Ken slunk into the office no one batted an eye toward him, their conversations continued unabashed by his presence. Not one comment was thrown his way as he sped his way to his desk and ducked stunned behind his screen.
She hadn't told anyone, he peered over his pc and saw the back of her long blonde hair as she chatted away with her friends. The tension ebbed away as the elation of his redemption grew, maybe she really had liked it. A cocky grin grew on his face till his eyes locked on a small jiffy envelope on his desktop.
It had his name printed in black felt across the front and he slipped open the in puzzlement. A small note popped out onto his desk, 'put these on and take a picture as proof or else.' Fearfully he peeked into the bag and his stomach dropped as he saw a tiny pair of pink panties.
The color had fallen from his face as he raised his eyes back to the grinning face of his young tormentor, 'Now' she mouthed towards him. Shamefaced he threw the panties in his pocket and trudged past her gleeful glance towards the toilets.
Locking the cubicle door he struggled to pull the tiny panties up over his thick thighs and finally stretched them around the flabby arse. His balls bulged ungainly out of the sides and his cock strained against the uncomfortable tightness. Taking a quick photo he shuddered at the obscene image and hurriedly pulled back on his trousers.
By the time he returned to the office the panties had turned into a thong as the back disappeared between his cheeks, the material cutting into his waist as he walked. Hastily passing the smirking girl Ken flew back to his desk and some easing of his discomfort.
'I want my picture now,' the email popped up immediately before him. Her phone number alongside it, 'send me it or I'll tell Miss Powell what a pervert you are.'
Ken slumped in defeat, istanbul travestileri (https://www.cambon.xyz) he knew he couldn't trust Cerys but he also knew he had no choice. One more misdemeanor and he was out, gloomily he tapped in her number and sent the humiliating photo.
His phone lit up in reply, 'Good boy, and so sexy.' She mocked him from a distance, 'keep those sexy panties on all day and I will check later to see if you are, sissy.'
The sense of despair numbed the aching pain from the tightening around his groin and he forced himself to not look up at her smug but beautiful face.
At the end of the day, Ken watched her slip on her coat and say her goodbyes before she slyly nodded to him to follow. Her long blonde hair swished before him before she slipped out of sight into the disabled toilet.
Tentatively he pushed open the door to reveal her grinning malicious face, "lock the door dickhead." The blood rushed to his face at the attitude of this child, the absolute nerve of her to talk to him like this.
"Now, show us your knickers sissyboy." Her sparkling blue eyes shone with glee at his discomfort, "get a move on, some of us have homes to go to."
Reluctantly Ken once again exposed himself before her, his podgy physique comical in the too-small panties. "Look I'm sorry but can we please put an end to all this."
Cerys giggled at the pathetic pleading of the near-naked man crouched before her. "No, I'll say when this ends not you," she bounced forward to stare him straight in the eyes. "You'll wear these again tomorrow and I'll check you are again or else."
With a rigid prod of her finger, she unlocked the door and left Ken alone. A growing pain from the poke and the lingering smell of her perfume was the only remnants of her existence. Sullenly Ken dressed and slunk painfully to his bus ride home.
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Aside from the occasional smirk and obscene gesture in his direction Cerys had been noticeably quiet. The painful panties dug into his waist as he awaited his latest unveiling.
By midmorning, he sunk himself into his work in an attempt to ignore the precocious brat. This solace was broken by an email from Miss Powell requesting his presence, never a good thing. Slowly he made his way down the aisle to her office, past the gesticulating blonde pest.
Nervously he knocked and entered upon her stern answer to enter, closing the door on the malicious girl mouthing obscenities at him. Miss Powell ignored his presence, concentrating on her work as he waited anxiously.
Ken fidgeted before her, uncomfortably wriggling in the ever-tightening panties. "You wanted to see me." he reached for the back of the chair to sit in some relief.
"I don't remember asking you to sit, "Miss Powell's sharp tongue froze him. "Stand there till I say otherwise."
Mumbling his apology Ken returned to his recurring stance of discomfort, his face reddened with embarrassment and seething anger. This jumped-up slip of a girl ordering him about like a scolded child, the urge to retort burned inside. Held only by the growing fear of what information did she hold, had Cerys revealed their secret.
She leaned back and exhaled loudly a deep, long exasperated breath. "I have summoned you here once again because I have yet another complaint about you." Miss Powell stood and leaned towards him locking her dark brown eyes on his, "it seems you do not understand the meaning of your last warning or don't care." "Is that it, you don't care?"
"Y-y-yes of course I do understand and care," he stuttered in his reply in increasing frustration.
"So you just chose not to take any notice of it then," her tone grew angrier with each word, "I told you to stop leering and treating the women in this office as sexual objects and what did you do?"
Ken's mouth dropped dumbly as his mind raced for an answer, "nothing, I've done nothing."
"Nothing!" she slammed her hand loudly on the desk at his reply. "You went home and ogled pictures of the girls who work here, including me." The color grew in her face aside from her anger, "and then thought you'd send a picture of your cock to a nineteen-year-old member of staff."
The room swam around Ken as he heard the final words, confirming his fear that Cerys had sent him to his peril. No words could slip from his mouth as his world fell away from him.
"I've never heard of something so obscene but even then you find a way to go one step up," Miss Powell reached into her desk and brought out her phone, "sending the poor girl pictures of you in panties, you pervert!"
The final word made him stumble and he clung to the desk for support, the girl had played him for a fool and he had proven her correct. "But she made me."
"How dare you," her voice rose to full anger. "That little innocent girl forced a grown middle-aged man to perform indecently for her, don't make me laugh."
"But it's true, she forced me to wear them." Ken's voice wavered in desperation, "she said she'd show the penis picture to everyone if I didn't."
"Oh so you admit the cock picture but I'm supposed to believe the rest of your lies." The cool composed poise started to return as she glared at him, "the girl with the unblemished record or you, on your final warning."