Poor Lauren! As she sat there looking at me, it began to dawn on her that her troubles were only just beginning.
"What do you want from me?" Lauren asked tearfully.
"Humility." I replied casually. "I want you to understand that you can't go through life on your high horse, looking down at everyone else and treating them like shit, without consequences. You're about to learn what those consequences are, my dear little bitch."
"I'm not your bitch!" Lauren screamed defiantly.
A quick tug on the leash reminded her who was in charge now, and it wasn't her.
"Because of you, I've got to have an emergency meeting with the Board of Directors," I informed her, "and you keeping your job lies entirely in my hands, so you'd better start acting a little more respectfully. Do you understand me?"
Lauren waited tensely for another tug on the leash, but I did not pull on her clit this time. Relieved at my graciousness, she nodded.
"Yes." she replied.
"Yes what?" I inquired.
Lauren took a deep breath, and I could tell that it pained her tremendously to respond in this manner.
"Yes
Sir
." she said dejectedly, dropping her eyes and staring at the floor.
"Good." I replied with a smile. "Now, I will do everything that I can to help you out, so I hope that you remember that when I get back."
"Yes Sir." Lauren responded. "Thank you Sir."
"You know, Lauren," I added, "feeling those floppy little tits of yours, has given me a raging hard-on. They are just so cute! I was wondering if you could do something about it before I meet with the Board."
Lauren swallowed hard, with an audible gulp.
"How?" she asked huskily.
"How did you lose your teeth?" I questioned, ignoring her.
"What?!" Lauren burst out. "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I said coolly. "Now answer me. How did you lose your teeth?"
"How do you know about that?" she demanded.
"Never mind." I replied with a smile. "Just tell me."
Lauren dropped her gaze again.
"They had to be pulled." she finally stated, with no further explanation.
I decided not to pursue the issue at this point, as it was not important. The important thing was that she was wearing dentures and could take them out.
"All of them?" I prodded.
"Yes Sir, all of them; top and bottom. Satisfied?"
"Oh yes, Lauren. Quite. Now take them out."
"For what?" she demanded.
It suddenly dawned on her, what I wanted.
"Oh no, please Sir! Please don't make me do that."
"Take them out!" I barked.
Lauren removed her dentures and set them on my desk. Tears began streaming down her cheeks once again.
I gazed at her toothless face and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor.
"You know what to do." I encouraged her. "Impress me, so that I can fight for you at that meeting."
Lauren's wonderful, toothless mouth engulfed my cock, and I could feel her gums sliding up and down my shaft, as she sucked my penis. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and wet, and her lips formed a seal around my cock, that vacuumed it like an Electrolux, as she cried and sucked at the same time.
"Oh, that's nice!" I whispered. "Lick it too."
Her tongue danced across the underside of my penis and flicked around the frenulum, as she continued sucking and gumming me. It wasn't long before I felt a wonderful sensation building between my legs, and I cradled her head in my hands.
"That feels so fucking good, Lauren." I moaned. "Don't stop. Don't stop, Baby; Oh shit, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! I'm gonna cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all. Oh, swallow it Baby! Swallow my cum! Oh Lauren!"
I cupped her soft, dangling tits in my hands; squeezing them firmly, as I groaned loudly and ejaculated in her mouth. I spurted five or six times, and I could feel her throat muscles contracting, as she swallowed the entire load.
"Oh God, Lauren!" I panted. "That felt so good."
Lauren continued sucking my cock, running her soft tongue along the underside of the shaft until I finished squirting sperm into her mouth.
"Holy shit." I murmured, as I pulled my softening cock from her mouth. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had."
"I hope you're fatified." Lauren sniffed tearfully; her words warped by her missing teeth.
"Oh yes," I replied, "at least for now. I'll do everything I can for you, to keep your job. Just remember who helped you."
"Yef Fir."
"Good. Now put your teeth back in, you toothless crack whore."
*
Two hours later, I returned from my impromptu meeting with the Board of Directors, and gazed at Lauren disdainfully.
"Well, Miss Newell," I began, "It took everything I had, but I managed to convince them not to fire you."
"Okay." Lauren replied.
"What?" I exploded. "What did you just say to me, you ungrateful bitch?"
"Thank you, Sir!" Lauren corrected herself. "Thank you for letting me keep my job."
"That's better." I growled. "Don't forget who kept your job for you, and don't ever forget your place."
"My place Sir?" Lauren inquired with a tinge of trepidation in her voice.
"Yes, your place." I repeated. "You still have a job here, but you have been placed into my custody, so to speak.
"You are now under my supervision. You will report to me... and me only. You will maintain a respectful tone while employed here, and you will execute your new duties without question, or you're out the door. Do you understand?"
