
one time I was at work and my supervisor caught me in the corner. Was yelling at me all in my face. Could the heat of the superior's rage barrelling down my neck. The smell of cafeteria's lasagna was enough to make me dry heave, but the fact her hand was grabbing my dikk and looking me dead in my eyes saying "what?" , "what you gonna do? Go to HR?". Saying all of them as she strikes my throbbing veiny black dikk in her hands that is protruding with impunity through my xx chinos. "You keep fukking up and Imma fukk you..." Finding her hand in my zipper I put a fight to defy her sexual abuse. She glares at me death staring, "Moveyamuthafukkinhandsnowbytchmuthafukka" as she tugs and tugs, drool pooling in her lower mandible, she kicks her lips, she finally freed my buckle, pants button, and the sound of the buckle metal meeting my trouser fabric is all you hear before her head descends on my dikk. I was getting throated by my Supervisor, and she was feeding from my dikk, I could my soul stirring, back arching, ass clinching as I look down over my belly and see two piercing eyes staring back at me, looking through me. Smoking while my dikk is covered in mouth froth and sounds of slurping and gagging drowns out my orgasm.