[Body Swap] Performance Review (Patreon)

Commissioned by Clancy

Ashton has been called into the CEO’s office for his performance review but things take a fun turn when a hot blonde woman greets him. Turns out, Ashton’s boss has developed a liking for Long Distance Body Swapping after hearing Ashton talk about and now is eager to pay him back.

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Sequel to Body Swap Threesome

Ashton wrung his sweaty hands as he walked toward Mr. Baxter’s office. It was that time of year; performance reviews and while he normally wouldn’t be nervous something was definitely wrong. He was just a desk jockey, his review was normally done by a middle manager but today he’d been called into the CEO’s office. The big man himself, which could only mean two things. He’d done something very right, or extremely wrong. He wracked his brain as he approached the door, wiping his hands on his pants before knocking curtly.

He hadn’t done anything bad enough to warrant a tongue lashing by the CEO as far as he could tell. But he also hadn’t done any work that was impressive enough to warrant  a personal chat either. Mr. Baxter wasn’t the kind to associate with all his underlings. You needed to be making at least double Ashton’s salary for him to even remember your name. 

“Come in.”

The voice was young and sweet, a secretary? Ashton pushed open the door and was met with a smiling blonde woman with perfect teeth, sitting behind Mr. Baxter’s desk wearing a pencil skirt, pantyhose, heels and a suit jacket. She narrowed her eyes playfully at him as he paused in shock and then motioned for him to take a seat.

Now Ashton had only interacted with Mr. Baxter a handful of times but even he knew what the man looked like. And this was certainly not a balding man in his fifties. 

“You’re not…”

“I am actually, son.” Said the woman.

It gave him whiplash being called ‘son’ by somebody who looked younger than him.

“My normal body is on the other coast, I used Long Distance Body Swapping to get here for this meeting.”

He held out his wrist and showed off the security bracelet to prove his point. 

“This was the only body available, what a shame.”

He didn't sound disappointed at all and understanding began to wash over Ashton. Mr. Baxter was not the sort of man to do anything he didn't want to; if there wasn't a body he liked available he would have found one, so he picked this woman for a reason. To put him off kilter? Well it worked.

“Now, let’s go over your performance.” Mr. Baxter said matter of factly, picking a piece of paper and looking it over. 

His long, manicured nails made a sharp sound on the paper. He began to read through the quotas Ashton had met and missed over the year. Ashton tired to focus but the whole situation had him off balance. Mr. Baxter’s shirt was unbuttoned low, very low in fact. He could see his full breasts pressing together, he must have been wearing some sort of push up bra; and with every breath he took they rose and fell. 

Ashton couldn’t help it, he was a red blooded man after all and his eyes kept slipping down to oggle the chest. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” 

Oh shit! He’d totally spaced out, what was the boss on about?

“Um, sorry?” 

“We’ve met before you know, just not in this body.” Mr. Baxter laughed and Ashton swallowed; this wasn't going where he imagined. 

“You were bragging at the company mixer about the body swapping threesome you had a few months ago,” Mr. Baxter started and Ashton cringed, he’d gotten so drunk at that party. 

“It made me curious you see,” Mr. Baxter continued, “So I decided to swap into a woman myself, I've done it many times now, I’ve been on gender swapped holidays, performed at a strip club, and even been a maid for my wife for the weekend. She loved that last one especially.”

Ashton’s mind immediately filled with images that made him cross his legs as subtly as possible. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Ashton choked out and Mr. Baxter laughed airily and slipped off his jacket before standing up and rounding the desk. 

His heels clicked on the ground and as he sat up on the desk Ashton tried so hard not to stare at his shapely legs in that tight skirt. 

“I can see why you’re lower down the ladder, not very bright are you?” Mr. Baxter taunted and Ashton blushed. “Since you need it spelled out for you; I am here to thank you, since you were the one who gave me this idea in the first place.”

Ashton turned red for a whole different reason as realisation began to wash over him. 

“Thank me how?”

“The usual way, silly.” 

Mr. Baxter hopped off the desk and turned around to lean back over it; presenting his new bubbly butt to Ashton mischievously. From this angle Ashton could tell the stockings open at the bottom to allow him access to the new woman’s pussy without ever having to take them off. . 

“You bragged about how good you were at eating out your friends' pussy, go on then. Show me those lips are good for more than just bragging.” 

Ashton grinned; he could not believe his luck! Without hesitation he reached across and slipped his hands into that tight skirt and pulled down the silken panties his boss was wearing. His pussy was already wet and ready for him as he obediently stepped out of the underwear and went back to bearing himself. Ashton leaned forward and licked a stripe up the bosses lips and felt him shudder under the touch. Best performance review ever.

Eagerly, Ashton began to eat out Mr. Baxter’s new pussy. Making sure to give special attention to his clit; pressing the tip of his tongue against it and dragging the rough part of his tongue over the sensitive nub over and over. Mr. Baxter moaned delightfully and Ashton began to thrust his tongue in and out of his hole. 

“Turn over.” He whispered and flipped the CEO so that he was front facing so Ashton had better access. Mr. Baxter spread his legs so wide the pencil skirt bunched up around his waist and Ashton dove back between his legs. 

“You can use your f-fingers as well.” Mr. Baxter shuddered and Ashton was happy to comply. 

He pushed a single finger in deep and continued to swirl his tongue around his boss’ pussy. The only downside to being in this position was that he couldn’t see Mr. Baxter’s face; which judging by the sounds escaping his lips, would have been an absolute treat. The moans were pornographic and he groaned into the pussy as he got harder and harder. 

He couldn’t believe this was happening, a gorgeous woman had her legs wrapped around his neck and it just so happened to be his boss! If he did a good enough job, maybe he could even get a promotion out of this. He continued to pleasure the former man, making him quiver until finally he felt hands on his shoulders pushing him away. 

For a second, Ashton was worried; he was sure Mr. Baxter hadn't cum yet but the boss was still smiling as he pulled Ashton in for a kiss.

“I don’t want things to be over too quickly.” He purred.

“Yes sir, Mr. Baxter.” Ashton chucked and Mr. Baxter shook his head.

“Just Baxter. Now, why don't I show you everything I’ve learned about blow jobs in this last month of body hopping?”

A shiver ran down Ashton’s spine and it took all of his self control not to scream the word yes. He took a few steps back and Baxter dropped to his knees and crawled forward, his skirt was still bunched up around his middle so his ass was on full display. Soft fingers fiddled with Ashton’s fly and gently undid it and took out his cock. 

Ashton shuddered feeling those dainty fingers stroking along his length, the touch was almost loving. Then, they guided his manhood right into a warm mouth with tight, pert lips and his self control slipped. He groaned loudly through gritted teeth and he felt Baxter smile around his cock before he started blowing him. 

His head bobbed back and forth, hands still grasped around the base and stroking as he looked up at Ashton from his position on the floor. Ashton couldn't believe it; his boss on his knees, sucking his dick; this was the best performance review ever. Speaking of, he didn't want to disappoint. He gripped Baxter's shoulders tightly and thrust, doing his best not to get too close. He wanted this to last as long as possible. 

He could only be strong for so long though and soon he felt the pressure in his balls building. 

“Ooooh! F-fuck! Fuck!!”

He was cumming down this sexy minx’s throat and she swallowed it all; not a drop wasted. It was almost a shame because those beautiful lips would have looked positively sinful with a small drop of cum leaking from the corner. 

His boss got to his feet with a grin and lowered his eyes seductively before reaching for the buttons of his blouse. Ashton watched; drunk on the pleasure of his first orgasm as a strip tease was performed in front of him. Baxter shed his shirt and bra, letting them fall to the ground and displaying his heavy, natural breasts proudly. 

“Wow, it’s hard to believe you’re really…my CEO.” Ashton whispered as he reached forward and began to fondle the breasts.

“How did it feel? To get a blow job from the company boss?” He whispered in a sultry voice. “How did it feel to have these hot lips around you, knowing it was really the big man in charge doing it?”

“Good, so fucking good.” Ashton admitted. 

Mr. Baxter giggled and leaned in close and Ashton groaned feeling those warm mounds pressed against his chest. His shirt was thin but it felt as thick as a winter coat right now; he needed that skin on his own. Baxter reached up and held his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. The heels and stockings were still on but that was it and it was so damn hot. He was already hard again and Baxter gave the dick a loving stroke. 

“Fucking your boss will be even better.” Baxter said between kisses before pushing Ashton away again and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

Those delicate hands smoothed over Ashton’s chest, pushing the shirt to the floor where it was promptly forgotten. Ashton wasted no time kicking off his pants, leaving the crotchless stockings and heels the only clothing still being warmed by a body. 

“Come on then.” He grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the plush couch that took up most of the wall.

It was probably worth more than Ashton’s whole annual salary; and he was about to get all kinds of fluids over it fucking his boss. Baxter pushed Ashton down onto the couch and straddled him, kissing passionately and forcing their tongue against one another. It was wild; Ashton could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Baxter positioned himself over his waiting, hard cock. 

“This is always the best part.” Baxter sighed happily, slowly lowering himself down onto the shaft with a breathy moan. 

Ashton had to fight the urge to throw his head back; Baxter was so tight he could barely stand it! They wasted no time and started fucking for real. Ashton bucked his hips up into Baxter’s tight hole and groaned as the boss began to rhythmically squeeze each time he pulled out. 

Ashton watched as those beautiful breasts jiggled as they fucked; he couldn't stand it, he had to touch. Somehow, he managed to sit without ever breaking their rhythm so that he was upright and Baxter could grab his shoulders for support. He motorboated those breasts and Baxter made a sound that was somewhere between a delighted laugh and a moan of pleasure. 

Already, Ashton could feel himself getting close and managed to clamp the feeling down. He didn't want things ending here. His eyes slid past Baxter’s face to the large mahogany desk they’d been using before and he felt a grin spread across his face. 

“Let’s change things up a bit.” 

WIth one swift movement he stood, cupping Baxter’s ass in his hands and carrying him over to the desk. 

“Oh, good idea.” He shivered.

“Oh I’m not done yet.”

With a bit of gentle persuasion and more than a few issues to his neck, Ashton managed to get Baxter to unhook his legs from his hips. He then flipped the former man over so that he was bent over the desk. He played along instantly, raking his sharp nails along the expensive wood with enough force to scratch the polish.

“Oh yeah…” He moaned.

Ashton thrust back in hard, fucking his CEO into the desk with enough force that he cried out in pleasure with every thrust. Now that they had introduced changing positions into the mix they were obsessed. After a few minutes of pounding Baxter motioned for him to stop so he could climb up onto the desk itself, presenting his ass in the air for Ashton could fuck him doggy style. 

Ashton climbed onto the desk, balancing in his knees and continued their fucking. They were going at it so hard and fast that the thin fabric of the stockings began to rip, splitting from the crotch all the way up his ass so that Ashton could slip his hand inside and cup one of the warm cheeks. 

Baxter shuddered and cried out beneath him, cumming once, then twice. He stopped counting after a while, too lost in his own pleasure. Every time Baxter came though, he felt his cock being squeezed by those inner walls and he got that much closer to falling over the edge himself. 

They changed again, Baxter letting Ashton fuck him spread eagle across the table. Pens and papers flew to the floor noisily as they writhed against one another. It was so good Ashton couldn’t hold back any more no matter how hard he tried. He grunted with exertion, feeling his balls tighten and Baxter gave him a naughty smile.

“Quick, pull out.”

“T-that’s not gonna…stop it. Oh…Ohhhhh!”

“I know.” Baxter replied smugly. 

Ashton did as he was told, barely getting to his feet in time before cumming hard with a loud moan. Luckily, Baxter was quick, because before Ashtonm could say anything he was back on his knees catching the full stream of cum in his face. Oh fuck, he’d just given his boss a facial. The realisation made him shudder, sending a third and final stream all over the CEO’s waiting face. The intensity of the orgasm left Ashton reeling; the pleasure had been white hot to the point of almost being painful. He’d never cum so hard in his life, not even during the threesome. 

He couldn't think; he was left standing there, breathing heavily as his cock finally went limp and the last of the semen dribbled down onto his thighs. He watched in an almost dreamlike state as Baxter smiled, wiping the cum from his own cheeks and hair and licking it off his fingers before moving to Ashton. He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling that dainty tongue lick and clean his thighs and cock. 

Finally, when Baxter seemed satisfied he collapsed back into the chair where he’d sat upon first entering. That seemed like a lifetime ago now.

“I think this performance review was a success, don't you?” Baxter grinned, his face still smeared with white, viscous fluid. “You went above and beyond I’d say.”

Ashton chuckled.

“Do I get a reward for doing so well?”

“You want a bonus?”

“Hmmm, not a monetary one.”

Baxter smiled wildly and leaned over Ashton, pinning him between himself and the chair.

“Oh? And what is it you want? Up for another round already?”

“No…I was wondering….”

“Yes…?”

“If you could help me pick out a woman’s body, I think it’s about time I experience sex from the other side as well.”

Baxter giggled with excitement.

“Of course.”