One afternoon, Mr. Lewis, head of menswear, called me to his office. Mr. Lewis always seemed a stern man, lacking a sense of humour. I couldn't think of anything I'd done wrong, so I assumed that I was being made redundant. "Ah, Iain, take a seat". He was actually smiling. "Please, when we're not in earshot, call me Len, I see you as a friend. I've seen and heard nothing but good things about you. Your sales figures speak for themselves. You go the extra mile, I like that". "I heard about you finding the wallet, and how kind it was of you to deliver it to the customer". I thanked him, but he went on. "I'm going to make you team leader, in the hope that some of your charm rubs off on the other staff. It will increase your salary by about £2,000 p.a.". By now, he was on his feet, walking around his office. I hadn't noticed him slide the bolt on the door. "As you know, we have mainly an older clientele. I want you to come up with ways to attract younger customers". By now, he was stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. My dick was misbehaving. Being naked at home, I rarely have underwear on, and my trousers were starting to tent. He undid my jacket. His right hand ran over my chest and played with my nipple, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Something in my head told me to stop, what am I doing with a man old enough to be my father? but I was powerless. His hand continued over my abs and he nibbled my ear, making me shudder. "Oh, I say, what have we here?", as he felt my cock through my trousers He pulled the zip down, and fished inside for my now erect penis. "Commando, good boy. Sit up on the desk" I desperately wanted it to stop, but my job was on the line, so I did as instructed. Deftly undoing the top of my trousers, he gained full access. He went down on me, something he had probably done a thousand times before. I lay back and let him help himself. It didn't take long, he cupped my balls and wanked the base of my pole, and sucking. When he felt my balls rising, he upped the tempo. I filled his mouth, Wiping cum from his lips, he said, "There, you needed that". He patted his bulge, I thought he was gonna ask me to reciprocate. "Don't worry, I'll attend to him later", as if reading my mind. "OK, I want you to report back to me in a week with your ideas to improve our clientele". I tidied myself up, muffled a thank you, and left.
A week later saw me back in his office. He had already taken his jacket and tie off, and loosened his shirt. I thought I knew what I was in for. I "Hello Mr. Lewis", "No, please call me Len". "Len, I have had some thoughts that you maybe interested in". I laid out some drawings and ideas on his desk. "The floor plan needs to be changed to entice people in, and we need to upgrade our fashions, from casual wear to underwear. I suggested a series of manikins starting fully clothed and ending in boxers. "We also need to make our prices compete with online sellers," "I see, can you demonstrate?" I blushed. "Don't worry, no one else will know." "Ok, I'll go and sort some stuff out and be right back". I chose a pale pink shirt with a light jumper, CK boxers and Levi jeans, Nike trainers, and returned. He slid the bolt. "You look good enough to eat", he purred. I did a twirl, and slowly, I stripped, thinking it would be fun to play for him. I kicked the trainers off, followed by the jumper. The shirt followed. He was rubbing himself. I walked up to him, took his hand, and put it on the top of the jeans. He undid the buttons, letting the jeans fall away. My cock was out of the leg of the boxers. I put a finger in each side of the waistband, turned away from him, and slowly pulled them down, before turning back to face him. He had his own dick out, stroking it. By now, I had committed myself. I sat on his desk and removed the jeans and boxers. I knew what was coming. He sucked me for a while. I held my legs apart, and he entered me. Holding me by my thighs, he humped away. "My God, you're beautiful", he said between breaths. "I haven't had a fuck in ages". He went faster. I tossed myself. Suddenly, his legs buckled as he bred me. I surprised how much I came. He retrieved a hankerchief from his pocket and cleaned us both up.
I put my clothes back on and he said I could keep the others. He thanked me once again, and said he would be in touch with the buyers. I left, somewhat flustered.
