Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My Boss is precisely who you would imagine a CEO. Tall, clean-shaven, and mysterious. Handsome and powerful. Because he keeps his private life away from his business affairs, there are a ton of rumors around the office about his sex life. Ones like his tongue can make a woman blackout in orgasm, and his cock is nearly as thick as long. Because of the rumors, all of the ladies swoon over him, but he’s always very aloof and professional until today.
I was running late to get him his daily report mid-afternoon, and as I dashed into his office, I tripped over his briefcase, which popped open when it hit the floor. Embarrassed by my actions, I tried to shuffle the papers back together and right everything before he could get upset, but as I bent to grab the mess, it wasn’t papers on the floor. Instead, adult diapers with cute little monsters on the front had tumbled out of his briefcase.
Secretary Discovers Boss Has a Diaper Bag
“Don’t worry about that, Kayla. I’ll get it.” He practically shoved me out of the way, trying to hide the diapers, but it was too late. I had one in my hand as I stood up. His high cheekbones flamed red as I laughed.
“Are… are these yours?” My head cocked to the side as I watched him run a frustrated hand through his jet-black hair.
“Of course not.” Our eyes met, and I could see he was lying.
“Are you wearing one now?” I walked closer, but he backed up. Humm, was this the CEO’s big secret? He wasn’t some big bad sex freak; he was a diaper boy.
“No.” He was trying to play it cool as he stuck out his chin, but I saw his Adam’s apple bob from the effort to swallow. With a little giggle, I reached for his belt buckle and pulled him to me.
“Come on, Boss. Does somebody need a change?” His hands landed on my shoulder.
“Kayla, please. Don’t.”
I threw the big diaper on his desk and tugged his belt through the buckle. “What are you afraid of?” He cleared his throat and shrugged. “Are you worried I’ll find a baby penis in your diaper?” His voice got real low, and it was my turn to swallow tightly when he replied.
“No.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357