Nataly let a little more of her weight settle down on his face. The day before, he’d been her boss, screaming at her about missing a comma on a single piece of paperwork out of hundreds she’d filled out that day. Of course, it was just a flimsy excuse for “disciplinary sex,” nothing more than a reason for him to fuck her ass.
However, she’d been promoted and now she was the boss. After getting settled into her office, the first thing she did was call him in for a conversation.
“You can lay down on that floor and I can sit on your face until you pass out every single day. Or you can quit.
He laid down on the floor, face up, without a word.
"Good decision.”
Feeling him squirm under her, the way he was having a hard time breathing, and his occasional moans all brought a smile to her lips. When she was sure he’d passed out, she stood up, pulled up her skirt, and slapped him awake.
“Get out of here. Get your work done. And don’t miss any commas.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“I didn’t really get the whole ‘disciplinary sex’ thing until I became a boss,” she thought. “Might have to get my secretary in here and have her eat me out for whatever reason I can come up with…”
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