Guilty pleasures

“Yes, sir!” He sat up in the chair. “I was the best player, with the highest scores.”

“I can see that.” My eyes remained glued to his chest as I wondered how it would feel plastered against him, feeling the hardness beneath me. “Why didn't you learn sports in college? You would have done well in the field. Why decide to work in a corporate office?”

“I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. The colour on his cheeks was still there. “I needed money,” he replied at last. “I couldn't afford to pay for the coaching lessons.”

I blinked, surprised he didn't think twice about telling the truth. He was just as innocent as he looked. 

“It said here that you were at the top of your class?” I continued, getting impressed the more I read about his resume. I'd never met someone so good in both academics and sports. And let's not forget the body and face. He was like a male character in a manga, one that had nothing to do with the real world. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Why didn't you pursue your studies further?” I closed the file after I had read to the end, past all the part-time work he did. 

“There was no money to do that. I had to work, to ease the burden off my mother's shoulders,” he responded, causing me to lift a brow. 

“Are you trying to use a sob story to get this job?” I was almost suspicious. I'd met people who lied about their background just so they could get employed, claiming they were poor when they weren't. All just to garner sympathy. 

“I won't dare.” He looked alarmed. “I'm only telling the truth, sir. You can investigate me. I will never lie just to get a job. My mum didn't train a liar.”

“I see.”

The young man was getting interesting the more we spoke. 

“Where do you see yourself, fifteen years from now?” I used the infamous interview line when I couldn't think of any more questions to ask, but needed to prolong this so I could hear his voice. It was the first thing that came to my mind. 

“Uhm…” He inhaled and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them. “Still working here.”

“Here? Are you trying to make me pick you? Obviously, no one would wish to work in a company for that long unless you have an excellent post.”

“Not if you have always dreamt of working at that establishment. I have always wanted to work here." When he peered at me this time, there was an adoration in his eyes. He looked like a kid admiring a superstar. 

“Why?”

“Uhm…” He glanced down, but not fast enough to hide the blush on his cheeks. “I have always admired you,” he said in a small voice. 

"Me?" I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face at his words. I had to clear my throat to get rid of it. “Why?”

He looked up, barely keeping my stare. “You have almost the same story as I did. You didn't let your background deter you on your way to success. Your determination made me look forward to the future. From a young age, I had always dreamt of working here, in this company, with you as my mentor.”

Talk about being speechless. I couldn't say any words. He had expertly rubbed me of the ability to speak…his raw adoration and the glint in his eyes were enough to show his sincerity. 

“You got the job,” I said at last. 

“Really?!” His eyes sparkled. “Thank you so much, sir. I promise you won't regret this!” He got up and reached for my hand to shake me, but I recoiled at his touch, burned by the warmth.

His eyes widened, and he gulped. “I apologise for that, sir. I didn't know —”

“It's okay.” 

“I'm sorry!” He bowed his head. 

“It's okay. You got the job. You can start today or tomorrow, whichever works well for you. Benny will send the contract to you to sign. She will also help you get settled in.”

“Thank you, sir!” He bowed his head once more before he hurried out, closing the door behind him. The second I heard the click of the door, I relaxed back in my chair and let out a sigh, looking down at my hard cock. 

The organ had been this way from the time I heard him speak. It didn't even soften when he was telling his story. 

“Fuck you,” I muttered and placed my hand over my dick, rubbing it through the material of my slacks and imagining Guel doing this to me. My toes curled up as I threw my head back, letting out a curse. I widened my thighs and unzipped my slacks, enough to release my dick from its confines. 

“Baby,” the conjured Guel whispered to me, reaching out to touch my dick. I almost jumped out of the chair when his thumb rubbed the top. Biting back a moan, I closed my eyes. 

“You are leaking just at the thoughts of me,” he teased, still playing with me, enough to send my heart racing and my blood rushing south. 

“Please,” I parted my lips and whispered.

“Please, what?” He smiled, still teasing me.

“Let me cum,” I begged, panting. 

“Call me Daddy.”

I froze at that, my throat drying instantly. My dick jumped, hardening as that word settled in. 

“What? You don't want to?” He frowned. “Don't you want to be my baby boy? To be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good with his hand he is?”

“I…” I swallowed. “I want it.”

So fucking bad. I had always been interested in the daddy role-play, but I hadn't experienced it before. I have dated no one. All I ever had in college were flings that didn't last more than a week.

“Then say it. Tell me what you want Daddy to do for you, and he will.”

I bit my lower lip, thinking of it before I whispered, “Stroke my cock, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” Smiling, he increased his pace so fast I didn't fight it. “Daddy!” I screamed as I climaxed, panting as I shook from the force of my ejaculation. Snapping my eyes open, I looked down at my fist, wrapped around my dick and my cheeks coloured. 

I couldn't believe I had just wanked myself at the thoughts of my new employee. What was worse, I had even enjoyed it, knowing the real deal was far too young for me.