Volunteering at Work
I was early for work tonight; the setting sun was still pouring in through the windows as I got off the elevator and trundled towards my desk.
The tiger working the evening handoff dumped his headset and started throwing his stuff together as I sat down. "Good you're here. Everything's broken. Good luck, panda."
Pretty much an average night.
I pulled breakfast out of my bag as I watched him go, and just enjoyed having the office to myself for a few moments.
Sure, this was 'work'. But it was about the only actual private time I ever got these days. With rents going up I'd had to take on a roommate; foolishly, I'd chosen a cousin who thought of himself as a lot more close with me than I did. (Honestly, how do you tell family to back off?)
I attempted logging in, but found 'everything's broken' was no exaggeration; the network was down altogether.
On the bright side, that meant no phone calls either.
I chewed on a granola bar as I brought out my own phone, glad that actually fixing any of these problems was way outside my job description. I was halfway through my porn search before I heard the door bang open.
Oh, right.
Now, most nights I'd barely see my boss at all--his workload was even lighter than mine, and whenever I passed by his door in the corner I'd see him playing MMOs. But it was his job to fix things when they went down, so today I got to be treated to an orc on the rampage.
"Mungo!"
I put my phone down. "Whaaat."
"Would you go put some coffee on for me?" He badged into the network closet behind me and started growling at the router.
I sighed, making a show of getting my fat ass up slowly. The break room was on the other side of the floor, which wasn't really a big deal, but in a place like this being willing to take on more work--no matter how trivial--was pretty much a guarantee that you'd get more work. You know, since you're already putting in 110%...
I exaggerate from past experiences, mostly--this office was generally pretty laid back.
When things went right, anyway.
I came back from loading up the coffee machine to find his laptop set up next to my seat. "Where's my coffee?"
"You only said to--"
"Pragmatics," he growled, green skin lighting up with frustration. "I asked for it to be made because I wanted it to be brought to me. Got it?"
You don't argue with an angry orc, especially when you're soft and herbivorous. "Yes sir. 'Do what you mean, not what you say.'"
When I came back with his coffee, the various noises of a conference call still in the 'who-just-joined?' phase were coming over the speakerphone.
He jabbed the mute button and took the mug. "Virus fucked up everything from here to Wilmington. Might take a while to rebuild everything. And...rubber sluts, eh?"
I froze in place as he returned to the call. My phone was about a foot from where I'd laid it down. Why the fuck is he going through my stuff?
I sat down, a chill of apprehension in my stomach, wondering what else he'd seen in my browser history. And...why would he bring it up?
He hadn't just fired me on the spot; I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. And he wasn't the blackmailing type. Was he... was he into it?
I stared dully at my workstation. I wasn't going to pick up my phone after that, at least not while he was still sitting there. What am I going to do?
The thought nagged at the back of my mind: He wants you.
That's just silly, I thought. He's, like...buff. And I'm a tub of lard.
I'd never really entertained a fantasy of knocking boots with my boss but somehow the specter of possibility loomed, and I was imagining the muscular green curves under his shirt, the thickness of his thighs, what he might be packing...
I was daydreaming a scene where he dressed me in full rubber and was introducing me to the joys of being his toy when I noticed him snapping his fingers beside me.
"Hey space case, wake up. Help me out, I've gotta piss really bad. Could you--"
Someone on the conference call asked a question, and he took himself off mute again to answer, waving a hurry-up hand motion at me.
Well, that answers that question. I probably should've felt more apprehensive about so easily becoming the office urinal, but I was far too horned up from fantasizing about the boss to hold myself back.
I sank to my knees under the desk counter and scooted myself between the orc's legs. His thighs were even meatier up close, and his bulge inviting as I reached in to undo his pants.
There was a sound of the phone being slapped hard. "The fuck, Mungo? I was gonna ask if you could bring a bottle to unload into--" There was another slap to the mute button as the embarrassment flushed my face. "--Yeah, I'm still here, the 101 subnet is Fargo--" Mute again. "Far be it from me to keep a slut from living the dream though, just keep it quiet--" Off mute. "No, that should be Downtown East now, we split it last week..."
He went on as I came to terms with what I'd just gotten myself into.
Is this me?
I inhaled deeply, and caught the scent of him. I could always...
I pulled his underwear down, releasing a perfectly ordinary flaccid cock. It was a deeper green than the rest of him, cut, with a subtle mushroom to the glans. I brought my nose to it, smelling his spicy musk--
--and he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in, sliding that shaft into my muzzle.
I don't know if it was fatter than it looked or if I was just out of practice but its girth stretched my jaw a bit. I focused on the warmth of it, and remembered what was coming next; the orc's hand was firm on my head, and there was no shrinking from what I'd gotten myself into.
The first spurt was tentative, as if he was making sure I was for real, but after I'd swallowed that first bitter-tangy mouthful he let loose in earnest.
I shut my eyes and rubbed the front of my crotch, incredibly hard as I gulped down my boss's heavy load of piss and imagined I was a big rubber-covered urinal, built to take it...
I've swallowed piss before, and it isn't all that great on its own. But couple it with a dominance fantasy of just being used, or with your One Big Fetish, and it takes on such meaning. As I served the orc I envisioned myself splurging a paycheck on some gear, becoming the best rubber piss-tank...
The stream slowed, and his cock started to stiffen in my muzzle.
I took it as a reward for the sour feeling now filling my belly, suckling eagerly at its girth as it filled my muzzle. The orc was mostly passive as he focused on the call, but occasionally would grab the back of my head and push me down his length again, sliding its head into my throat just to the point where I would start quietly to gag.
After that piss, I was savoring the sweet taste of his pre. I reached down to let my own needy stub out, stroking it firmly as I worked his length.
It wasn't long until I heard the sound of the mute button again and felt him gripping the back of my head, the orc's cock pulsing against my tongue. I jerked my own dick harder as he filled my mouth with his slimy load, panting hard around it as the sensation brought me to climax.
I caught my own cum in my paw and brought it up to my muzzle as soon as he released his grip on my head. My load was a little sweeter and maybe a little more copious than his; it made me feel even more the office slut to have two males' cum in my mouth, even if one of them was my own.
I sat against the backstop under the work counter, catching my breath and realizing what I'd just done as the high faded.
I'd just volunteered to drink the boss's piss. In a place like this, that was pretty much a guarantee that I'd be called on to do it again. Was this really something I was ready for? Was this the life I wanted?
My boss slapped his thigh, beckoning me back towards the sloppy wet cock still hanging limp out of the front of his pants.
I brought my face forward and he grabbed me by the ear, pulling me close and slipping his shaft into my muzzle again. What... already?
And then it wasn't long before the remainder of his piss was pouring into my muzzle. My dick immediately stiffened again, even before I could return to the rubber fantasy.
This is my life now, I thought.
I slumped down in my chair when the boss was done with me, a sweaty mess. He picked up his laptop and moved past me.
"Should be functional now. Back to work, panda. I'll call you when I need you."
I bet you will, I thought. And as many times a night as you like.