John was sitting at his desk, fuming. His bitch boss, Carol, had just scolded him for a mistake that she caused.
John, a 36-year-old man, unmarried, not unattractive, with no obligations outside the company, thought, "Is she for real." He was tired of his almost weekly berating. I'm no teenage intern. He pulled up all the files that proved her incompetence on his tablet.
His boss, a 55-year-old married bitch had way more to lose than he did. Way more. A husband, a big house, fancy cars, a retirement account, and her bloated salary.
John was planning on sending the information he had to the higher-ups, hoping to get her fired, until he heard muffled words coming from her direction. He went to investigate and saw her office door cracked open. His friend, Bob, received the same treatment he'd received less than an hour ago.
Bob's job, financial security, and family were threatened for no valid reason.
John started formulating a plan. A plan to show this bitch who the real boss was.
John came to work an hour early for the next few weeks. The first morning, he planted very discrete cameras in her office. One camera looking at her desk, one behind her looking at her computer, and just for fun, one under her desk looking at her crotch.
Worried that a stray signal would be picked up by anyone knowing what to look for, he also hid a storage device with each camera. Every morning after that, he would collect the storage devices, transfer the data to his laptop, and return them before Carol entered the office.
After the first week, he looked at all the footage he'd collected. The camera facing Carol's desk showed little but did record her treatment of the staff, which was good to use in her termination case. The camera looking at her computer revealed that almost every day, Carol would log into a site that revealed her weaknesses, a site dedicated to women being sexually abused, tied, spanked, and humiliated.
The camera under her desk revealed that she used a dildo on herself several times daily. The time stamps showed that she was masturbating while viewing the porn site.
A new plan was working through John's mind, bringing a smile to his face.
After collecting data for three weeks, John invited Bob and his wife to dinner that Saturday.
While at dinner, John explained to Mary, Bob's wife, how their boss had been treating and threatening both his and Bob's employment. Mary was upset. Upset at the prospect of her husband losing his job, worried that he didn't confide in her, concerned that their boss was so cruel.
John and Bob calmed her down. When he revealed everything he'd learned, John said he had a plan.
He reassured them that they didn't need any involvement or knowledge of his plan and that Bob should see an improvement in Carol quickly.
The following Sunday, John compiled all the damning footage onto a single USB drive for safekeeping, transferred it to his tablet, stopped at a local sex shop for his required supplies, and finished the day at a bar near his office.
He spent the night in a hotel nearby to reduce his drive time and arrived at the office two hours early to begin his plan.
When Carol entered the building, he followed her into her office, closed the door behind him, slapping Carol across her face, telling her to get on her knees.
Stunned by the sudden attack, she started to attack John verbally. John told her, "Shut up, get on your knees, and listen to a recording I had for her."
Setting his tablet on the desk so she could see, he played a video of her masturbating while watching a video of a woman being bound and fucked. He showed her the documentation of her incompetence.
In shock from the sudden slap, the tone in John's voice, the video she was watching of her, and the documentation, she slowly sunk to her knees.
"How" was the only word that came from her mouth. John unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and told her to start sucking, or her husband and the company would see that video and much more.
Carol started to protest, trying to stand. John pushed her back to her knees, repeating his command to suck.
"But it's too big. I can't fit it in my mouth."
They locked each other's eyes. Carol seeing the rage in John's eyes, opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
While she sucked, he told her he knew how she spent her days at work, what she wanted done to her, and that he would make all her fantasies come true.
Carol worked his cock for ten minutes, sucking, gagging, and making sloppy air-sucking noises. She pulled him into her mouth with her hands on John's ass.
John grabbed her head, forcing his cock into her throat, choking her, yelling, "I'm cumming", cumming in waves. When he released her, she fell back onto her heels gasping for air, cum drooling out of her mouth and down her chin onto her blouse.
