I know, I know, it's been many months since my last post. Truth is, I decided to go straight and entered an honest line of work. I became what some people call a sanitation engineer, or janitor, for the less couth among you. I went to work in this office building. It's not a very lucrative job, but I get to be alone, deep in my thoughts. Granted, I do have to make some tough decisions. Like here, for example. Do I pretend to be working on the hot water heater, or do I pretend to be working on the furnace?
There are some perks to the job, I get to look at eye candy all day, well, at least on days when my duties take me out of the basement. Here's my boss, Mrs. Valendia. She sure is nice to look at, but don't be fooled. She's a ball busting bitch.
Now, you may be wondering; "Such an idyllic world Trick, what prompted you to post again?" Here I am, minding my own business, and Mrs. Valendia decides to come down into MY basement and lays into me about stupid crap like, "Remember your customer service, Trick." "Don't leer at the female employees working in the building, Trick." "Stop licking your lips and grabbing your crotch when we ride the elevator together, Trick." And on, and on, and on, so much to the point that I just...
Well, I snapped. Next thing you know, I have Mrs. High and Mighty spread out and tied to a wooden table. I guess this is what they call an "exit interview".
Lord, does this bitch have a mouth on her. Screaming, and yelling, and cursing, it just drove me mad. So I slapped her. Over, and over, and over. Knocked those prissy glasses right off of her face.
Luckily the basement was recently sound proofed. I think I used the phrase, "The higher level of quiet from the noisy machinery will make our clients happier." Guess what dumb broad fell for that line?
Well, Mrs. Bitch Lady, how's that muffled basement working for you now? The more clothing I tore off, the louder she screamed. I must say, that stirred up some old memories and feelings.
So I started ripping her clothing off, placing firm slaps all over her pale, creamy flesh. Ah yes, just like old times.
To be honest, I'm not sure if I ripped off her clothes, or slapped them off of her.
Either way, that soft, succulent flesh was soon exposed and mine for the taking.
Once I had her naked and properly worked up, I bent her hot little ass over the table and proceeded to begin banging the shit out of her.
Her screams quickly turned to moans and her shouting of "You are soooo fired!" turned into "God damn can you thrust it any harder?" Women can be so fickle.
Of course, i wasn't done with the slapping and spanking.
A lady has an ass that sweet, I think it needed to be reddened. Properly.
Eventually, we worked our way back to the subject of my continued employment.
I thought it only fair Mrs. Valendia negotiate from a position of motivation. So I hung her in a steel chain and collar. It's real simple, bitch. You sign over the business to me and service me as my fuck toy for the rest of your life, or I drop your legs after I cum and walk away.
Just then, my cock exploded deep inside of her in a hot blast of sticky jizz. Whatever did she choose?
Either way, this bitch had a bad day.