The Corporate Cock Sucker: My Office Tale

Some might call me a corporate slave, but I’m the one in control. See, I’ve got a talent, a very special skill that keeps me afloat in the world of suits and briefs. I’m the queen of cocksucking, and my boss is my greatest fan.

Wearing the pants in this power dynamic doesn’t phase me. In fact, I CRAVE it. There’s something about being on my knees, looking up at my boss—a god in his expensive suit—while I pleasured him. Oh, yes, the power play is real.

I’ve mastered the art of sliding his thick prick down my throat. The way he groans, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, is music to my ears. And when he comes, spraying his load in my mouth, he calls me a ‘hot sexy woman’—the irony doesn’t escape me.

He’s a misogynist, no doubt, but his wallet’s fat, and his cum’s delicious. So, I play the part of the submissive office whore, keeping my mouth shut and my eyes down—except when I’m looking up at him adoringly, that is.

It’s a game, a dance, and I’m the leading lady. Each time I crawl under that desk, I leave a little bit of my dignity behind. But hey, it’s worth it. Getting drenched in his cum and hearing those filthy compliments keeps me going.

This corporate cock sucker’s got her priorities straight. And as long as she’s getting what she wants, the world can keep spinning.

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