Jack was always late for work. He hated his Boss, the Big Bitch as he liked to call her, with big tits who wore tight pencil skirts. She always got what she wanted, especially from Jack, an average loser working a full time office job and catering to her needs all day. Jack knew if he was late again he was fucked. He usually stopped at Starbucks to get them both coffee and her favorite cake to get out of it. He'd get a slap on the wrist and then taken advantage of all day.
But today when Jack was in line for his Coffee he couldn't stop the nervous tick in his leg. There had only been so many times he'd be allowed to arrive late before his Boss would surely fire him. He wasn't that good at his job anyway. Admittedly, Jack even had a few previous offenses at work. His Boss caught him looking at porn at work. Poor old Jack wiped his browser clean but little did he know a small system restore led his Boss to find out about alllll the dirty cum eating porn Jack was watching. She thought that was disgusting. Eating your own spunk after you cum?
She could understand girls with their sweet stickyness. But men, with their vile nasty glaze, that's torture. Exactly what she had planned to do next time Jack was late. His Boss had secretly been plotting on Jack. Waiting for the day he arrives late.
The nervous tick in Jacks leg had made its way to his cock. Lightly pulsing and throbbing as it did everytime he stood outside of her office door. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat and shook off a nervous laugh before opening the door. His Boss was on the phone, her long hair pinned back by glasses as she was bent over a note pad scribbling something the voice on the other end was telling her.
"Uh-huh."
She had on her usual white blouse and pencil skirt. Her curvy big boobs always seemed to be sculpted just for it, the way the curves push and jutt them outward like big jugs. Milk jugs, almost. It was now that Jack realized he'd just been staring, holding the Coffee.
"Yeah."
"Alright."
Jack had trouble averting his gaze as he walked around the side of her desk, holding his breath as he bent down next to her and setting her coffee down. Her tits bounced with every world she wrote. Left, right, up and down. He quickly looked away, placing the bag with her lemon pound cake next to it. Jack has had fantasies of cumming on it and eating it. The clear glaze would blend right in.
"Yeah sounds great."
"Mhm."
Wiping off his hands and taking his access key back out his Boss held up a hand signalling him to stop. Then to sit. She hadn't even looked up at him, a fleeting hope wished it wasn't for him, but of course Jack knew better and just sat in the cushion, feeling himself sink with his fears.
"Yeah, okay see you then. Bye bye."
Jack's Boss finished scribbling something as she put the phone back in its place, her red lips finally coming to a stop. Their fullness had the full Boss Bitch effect.
Jack nervously tapped at his thigh, adjusting slightly as the constrains of his pants grew tighter at the thought of those lips instructing him to swallow cum down his own. How sexy being called nasty, disgusting and gross would be from those red lips.
"Swallow your pride and start showing up on time. You're slower than a fucking snail, honestly there should be a trail of slime behind you."
His Boss filtered through some papers as she picked up her coffee, taking a sip and then spinning around in her chair to put the stack of papers in a folder and spinning back. Her tits bouced and her cinched waist slimmed, tightening the pantyhose and pencil skirt hugging her thighs. Her slim fingers tapped at her red lips.
"What to do with you. You know, I've always liked giving people a taste of their own medicine. When kids cuss, you wash their mouths out with soap."
