Big titty fucking sluts are a potent jerk-off machine. Designed to milk the most potent loads from even the most virile studs. And my boss, the tall, dark, and handsome Mr. Johnson, is the perfect specimen to put my assets to the test.
I’ve been there for that long. I started because my friend told me about how hot the boss was, and I wanted a piece. I could tell he is definitely a pushover.
So I started to tease and have my big tits out and swaying as much as possible.
I decided to approach him, my heaving DDD breasts looking out of this world, and made a proposition: “Give me a raise, and I’ll make sure you are always happy at the end of the day.” His eyes widened, and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he contemplated the offer.
But before he could respond, I grabbed his belt, unfastening it with a flick of my wrist. His cock sprang free, a thick, veiny marvel that made my mouth water. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, feeling it pulse with excitement as I began to stroke.
“Oh, Mr. Johnson,” I purred, “you have no idea what I’m capable of.” He got even harder; he knew he was puddy in my hand. I took my fat tits and squeezed them around his thick shaft. He let out a gasp because of how amazing it felt.
your personal cum-draining machine, your very own assistant designed to satisfy every last craving.”
I slowed down, still stroking his cock between my tits, “I’ll take you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible, and in return, you’ll grant me the raise I so desperately need. It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?”
I could see he was lost in a daze of lust. I could feel the tension coiling within him, building towards an explosive release. I teased the tip with my tongue, savoring the salty pre-cum that leaked out, before taking him deep into my mouth.
He exploded all over me and so much! The first jet of cum caught me off guard, hot and thick as it burst against my tongue. I jerked his shaft with my bosoms, and another load coated my girls! I kept encouraging him to let go, to claim me as his office whore. And claim me he did, his orgasm a seemingly endless torrent that left me glazed with his essence.
And with that, he gave me the raise I sought, along with a new title: his very own personal assistant, tasked with ensuring he never went without the pleasure of my body again. I may be a Cum whore, but I’m a damn good one – and I intend to keep it that way.
