***Part 2!*** “I’m so sor—” I began, but she cut me off shar..

***Part 2!***
“I’m so sor—” I began, but she cut me off sharply.

“What is this mess on your desk?” she demanded, her voice dripping with disgust.

I froze, the apology dying on my lips.
My mind raced, but I knew that anything I said would only dig me deeper into the hole I was already in.

I kept my head down, not daring to speak, the silence hanging heavily between us.

But then, I noticed her attention shift. Her eyes scanned the room, her expression turning from dis gusted to something more unsettled. She sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling as if she had caught an unpleasant scent. Her gaze finally settled on my trousers, and for a moment, her face registered something close to surprise.

I couldn’t tell if she fully grasped what had happened, but she understood enough. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice was ice-cold as she delivered the verdict.

“You’re fired. Collect your belongings and leave.”

The words hit me like a shockwave, sending my bl00d pounding through my veins.
My cock was hard again, I never experienced such a thing in my entire life.

How had I become so submissive to a woman I barely knew?

The evidence of my erection was painfully obvious, but after being fired, I found I didn’t care anymore.

She was almost out the door when she hesitated, turning back to me. Her eyes lingered for a moment, her lips parting as if she was about to say something.

“Lower your trousers”
She commanded.

I pinched myself, and once again. No this wasn’t a dream. This was reality.
I did as I was told.
My cock finally sprang free, like a bird released from its cage.
It was so hard and erect, I was actually astonished.

She was standing in front of me, while I was still sitting at my desk, in a quick but professional movement, she seized her G-string, guiding it smoothly on the side or her curvy glutes.

Still fully dressed, she suddenly turned around and did something I never could have anticipated.
It was like I wasn’t even there, she sat on my cock in complete disregard of my feelings.
She was now slowly moving her body on me, like I wasn’t even there.

Her movements were fluid yet precise, her hips swaying with a mesmerizing grace as she fucked.
I watched, entranced, but she acted as if I didn’t exist, completely ignoring my presence. It was clear—I was nothing more than her human dildo to her, and deep down I wanted that.
I wanted to be at her disposal, to be used, mistreat3d and walked all over.

As her warm and soft skin touched mine at every bounce of her body, the room around me faded and all I could hear was her rhythmic hum on my dick.. at every bounce her pussy swallowed my dick.

My phallus , hard as stone, started dripping down in juices, she was dominating it as she pleased, no regards of me.
Her moans were soft and loud, decisive, like she knew exactly what she was doing and where my place was. Under her. Physically and metaphorically!

I started to feel her pussy tightening on my dick, as she also closed her thighs together making her pussy lips fold on my cock. Her hands were now on her buttocks, spreading it open, I could see her tight little ass hole..
In an intense deep stroke, she finished on my dick, releasing my dick from her warm custody.

As she stood up, without sparing me a glance, she turned on her heels, fixed her skirt, and mended her shirt.
Her posture was impeccable, exuding confidence and authority, but there was a charming element in the way she moved— although impassive, almost indifferent.
She just fucked me.
She strode towards the door, her gaze fixed straight ahead, dismissing my presence entirely.
The door closed softly behind her, a final, subtle reminder of her disregard, leaving me, speechless, with a phallus full of her juice.