Boryn Stone
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New Site Management
🕑 Added 2023-03-09 18:11:17 +0000 UTCYou had gotten a new site manager at the construction site. He was different than the usual men in that job, rather young and fit, muscles bulging against the shirt riding up the sleeves. The project seemed to be going a lot faster with him in charge, but there was something off.
You noticed the group of guys you bullshit with had grown smaller. You tried talking to a few who had left, but they didn't seem to want to give any responses other than grunts. They didn't even look at you, their eyes almost unfocused as they went about. You watched as them seem to mindlessly go about their task without paying the slightest attention to anything else before returning to the foreman for their next assignment.
That's when you felt a tap on your soldier by the new site manager. Your stomach sank, feeling caught. You turned, immediately off-put by the smell that came from him. You knew you could get sweaty on the job, but you hadn't seen him doing any labor and standing this close felt like you had put your face to your armpit.
"I noticed you're having trouble completing your work, do you need help focusing?" He mentioned.
You couldn't respond, too distracted by the smell.
"Why don't I see you for a second" He said, before heading into the site.
You began following him, easily identifying the pungent smell left in his wake. You tried to pace your breathes trying to avoid breathing in the musk, only to end up lightheaded with it being the only thing you could smell.
He led you to a room in the building being worked in, empty and secluded from the rest of the crew.
"Sit," He said, motioning to a chair.
You didn't need to be told twice, your head still spinning from the walk as you struggled to stay standing. You sat with a grunt, letting out a sigh of air before taking a deep breath. The room only seemed more contaminated by the fumes dripping off the boss, the smell sending your mind reeling, numb, your mouth left open gasping for air.
You felt helpless as the man stepped forward toward you where you locked eyes with his sweatpants. You could tell they were damp, the start of sweatstains forming around his groin interrupted by a growing bulge. You could see his long snake growing thicker, pressing against the fabric until it was completely outlined in the shorts.
"Seems like you know how to focus on something," He said, pulling out his massive shaft and hitting it against his palm, further elongating it.
You immediately knew that was the source of the smell, exposing all twelve inches contaminating the air. You noticed your mouth was dry, left hanging open and unable to close as the breeze drafted into it, bringing the slightest flavor of his scent to your tongue.
You were paralyzed, unable to move as he approached, leading his hard member right into your mouth. His flavor dragged its way all the way across your tongue, each inch strengthening in taste until you weren't sure if anything else existed.
