1. Night Shift Sissy


    Date: 12/4/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Black, Blackmail, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Straight Sex, Gay, Humiliation, Job / Office Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Trans, Author: Nightside, Source: sexstories.com

    Night Shift Sissy I could never understand why my coworkers always balked at working nights. Every shift I took, I got more done in a few hours than I ever did while trying to concentrate with the distractions of the full office going about their own business. It also allowed me to indulge the fetishes that I did my best to keep secret. I would leave the house dressed in my sluttiest outfits and make up, my cock locked up in the smallest chastity device I could find, and enjoy wandering through the twenty-story office building, the echoes of my stilletos clicking against the tile floors loud in the silence. I would take the elevator from the garage up to my department's floor, bypassing the security desk completely, and sit at my desk working through pages and pages of coding in blissful piece. I did not hear the elevator open, or the security door open with the normally loud "clack". So absorbed in my work was I that my first indication that I was not alone that night was hearing Dwayne say, "What the fuck?" as he turned the corner into my cube. I spun in my chair to face him, my face showing the obvious shock at being discovered. I watched Dwayne's eyes as he took in the outfit I'd chosen for tonight: a light, peach blouse over a bright pink bras, filled out with my water-filled falsies; my black pleated skirt that fell mid-thigh when I was standing, and rode up to show the pink thong panties that matched my bras and the tops of my black garter stockings. I closed my legs ...
    quickly, my left hand moving to pull the skirt down while my right arm went across my chest. "Chris? What the fuck are you doing?" Dwayne whispered loudly. I would never have thought that I would see a black man blush, let alone one as muscular as he was. "D... Dwayne..." I coughed to shift my voice down from the high effeminate one I used when dressed like this to my normal tone. "What are you doing here?" "Security called me. Said there was a woman in the building using your security credentials. He thought she... you... had stolen them and someone was trying to hack our systems. You're lucky that we have so many contractors on payroll right now, or I'd have called the police instead of coming in myself." I crossed my ankles, pressing my knees together and still trying in vain to stretch a few more inches of length from the skirt. I brushed my hair back over my ear nervously. "Ok. So, now you know there is not someone who doesn't belong here. Now you can go home and we can forget this ever happened." I smiled up hopefully before turning back around to my keyboards. "Oh, no you don't." Dwayne grabbed the back of my chair, pulling it out into the aisle and lifting it with one hand, depositing me rather unceremoniously on my ass on the floor. I scrambled up to my knees, pulling my skirt back down into place. I registered the sounds I was hearing, the clicking and whirring of Dwayne's phone taking a series of high-speed picutres of me. I heard the tell tale "beep" of the video ...
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