Enjoy a nice rough fuck fantasy laced with revenge and ultimate submission from your target? Then you’re going to love this caller based story about making a bitchy boss pay for her transgressions with the rough sex she really enjoys!
The high rise office building offers spacious accomodations for the ‘higher ups’ but guys like you get a humiliating cubicle.
You walk down the tiled hallway to notice a sliver of light seeping from under the boss’ door.
The little switch blade in your pocket almost buzzes as if someone is calling your phone on emergency.
You slip your hand into your pocket and press the butt of the spring knife into the palm of your hand, your thumb hovering at the lock.
Your eyes drink in the sight of me hunching over a pile of papers. The end of a chewed ball point pen dangles like a cigarette from my lips. The lip gloss long gone from a day of meetings and conference calls.
A powder pink jacket hangs from one shoulder over the back of my expensive office chair. You feel your crotch stir noticing the stretch of the white blouse over my tits. They are already big, but you think they’d look even better bigger. Your thumb starts to stroke the button on your blade as you imagine mashing it onto my clit.
You calmly walk into my office.
“Hello Dawn,” You say allowing the door to close behind you.
Startled by this interruption, I look up, “Oh, yes what do you want.”
You hover at the door indicating there is no escape for your bitchy boss.
“Well Dawn, you and I have some business to discuss. My Dad, oh he’s doing ok with three hots and a cot. I didn’t want to take care of the old coot anymore anyway. But you owe me,” you produce the switch blade knife and expose the mirror like blade.
“Now here’s the deal. There are consequences for defying me. Just like you’ve made me pay consequences. Locking up my dead beat father was mostly a favor, but you see, what I really want is your life. Your job. Power. Dawn. This fucking world is handing too much over to the control of women like you. I’m here to take a stand.”
Bound at the wrists you slice the expensive blouse from my body as I stand there helpless. Begging. Wishing I’d noticed your talents. Your large cock presents itself larger and larger with every plea. The bra cut free of my tits they spill out and the blade dances across my nipples. Yes, it’s going to be a long, hardcore fuck fantasy kind of night for the dirty office bitch isn’t it, J?