The Supervisor by S.L. Hendrickson

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The Supervisor

(S.L. Hendrickson)


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When Terrance got home, he couldn't go to bed. It was almost midnight, and he was used to being up all night. He got on the computer and updated his resume for nearly five years with Backdoor. He had no idea what he wanted to do now. If you do something long enough, it's hard to imagine doing anything else. He looked at job boards, but nothing looked interesting. Keeping to his routine, he shut down the computer at eight am, ate, and watched the morning news shows.

He woke up, took a shower like he was going to work, and sat at the computer. There was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, he got nervous. It was his supervisor, Maureen. His mind was racing, and he couldn't think of why she would come to his apartment unless it were about the jump drive, but why didn't she send the security forces?

He opened the door.

"Hello, Terrance."

He stared at her for a few moments. The skirt was much shorter than she wore at work, and the top showed some nice cleavage.

"Can I come in?"

"Ok."

She came in and sat on the couch.

"I'm sure it was a shock, losing your job without any notice."

"It sure was." He wasn't all that surprised there had been rumors floating around for several months that the government contract wouldn't be renewed. She opened her purse and handed him an envelope.

"Here is a letter of recommendation. It may help you find another position."

"Thank you." He wondered why she was so lovely because she was an absolute tyrant at work. Sometimes, he thought it was because the entire workforce was male, and she was frustrated that maybe she wasn't getting any. He put the envelope on the coffee table and sat on the couch.

"Is this yours?" She asked, pulling out the jump drive. He didn't say anything and wasn't about to admit to anything.

"Of course, I had to view it to ensure there wasn't any company information. Is the woman supposed to be me?"

He still wasn't going to admit to anything. "I wish my boobs were that big." The character had enormous tits, and near the end of the video, after she was covered in a couple of gallons of cum he twisted the nipples that seemed to stick out a foot sending big streams of milk shooting all over the place.

"You have plenty." They were mostly hidden by the suits she wore, but it was apparent there was a nice rack. She held it out, and he slowly reached and took it, wondering if this was an admission of guilt and would now have grounds to file charges for violating company rules.

"Is that just a fantasy, or can you do that in real life." The woman was destroyed by the huge cock the pussy ripped open as she screamed and moaned.

"Oh, I can do many things."

She turned on the couch and brought up the legs spreading them. There weren't any panties. He got up, straddled her, and dug out his hard cock. It wasn't five feet long, but it was big and thick. He grabbed the hair on her head and pushed the cock down her throat. She was gagging on the thickness. He held still and moved her head up and down on his cock couldn't believe he was fucking the mouth that he had fantasized about so many times.

"That's it bitch; take my cock."

He drove every inch down her throat. Her nose was in the hair, and the balls banged the chin. Her saliva was running down the corners of her mouth. Holding the head, he pumped and wanted her to take his cock all night. It wasn't long until he felt it start to build. She just sat there and took every inch. He grabbed onto her head, more tightly determined to make her swallow every drop. It felt like the entire head of the cock exploded and kept it in, forcing her to eat it all.

She said, "I hope that's not all you got for me," when he pulled out.