CEO Demands Sissy's Silky Stocking Cock

Sissy clicked across the marble floor of the executive suite in her four-inch patent heels, the whisper of her sheer black stockings rubbing together with every step. At twenty-two, she knew exactly how her body looked in the tight charcoal pencil skirt that hugged her round ass and slim hips. The silk blouse clung to her perky tits, but it was the unmistakable bulge already straining against the front of her skirt that made her pulse race. She had been warned that Marcus Kane, the openly perverted CEO of Kane Enterprises, had very particular tastes. She just hadn’t expected him to be so brazen about it on her first day.

Marcus sat behind a massive oak desk, suit jacket already discarded, white shirt unbuttoned at the throat. He was in his mid-forties, broad-shouldered, with a trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and dark eyes that locked onto her the second she stepped through the door. His gaze dropped immediately to the thick, obscene outline of her cock where it pressed against the silky nylon, trapped sideways along her thigh.

“Close the door, Sissy.”

She did. The soft click of the lock he hit on his desk remote made her cock twitch visibly.

Marcus leaned back, palming the growing hardness in his own slacks. “Let’s not waste time on pleasantries. I hired you specifically because of that.” He pointed two fingers at the prominent bulge. “I have an insatiable craving for silky stocking cock, and yours looks fucking perfect. Thick, heavy, already leaking I bet. Show me.”

Sissy’s breath caught. Heat flooded her cheeks and her shaft at the same time. She stepped closer until she stood between his spread knees. With trembling fingers she gripped the hem of her tight pencil skirt and slowly dragged it upward. The silky material whispered over her thighs until the full length of her cock was revealed, wrapped tight in sheer black nylon, the wide cockhead clearly visible through the glossy fabric. A thick bead of precum had already soaked through, leaving a wet spot the size of a quarter right at the tip.

“Fuck,” Marcus groaned, eyes glazed with raw hunger. “Look at that pretty trans cock all gift-wrapped for me. So fucking smooth. So silky. I can see the vein pulsing under the nylon. You’re dripping, baby. That’s all for your new boss?”