It was a normal day at the office, and you were caught off guard when your new boss, Denise, walked into your cubicle wearing her jeans tight and low on her hips, revealing just the right amount of ass crack to drive you wild. She looked down at you with a smirk, her heels clicking against the floor as she leaned over the desk.
"I just got off the phone with my girlfriend," she began, her tone simultaneously authoritative and seductive. "She's going to love hearing about this."
Before you knew it, she straddled your face, her pierced naval pressing against your lips as your nose was buried deep in her warm cleft. You could feel the fabric of her panties against your cheeks as she took control of the situation entirely.
"Denise, are you seriously going to make me do this?" she asked herself mockingly. "Well, if I have to ask twice, then it must be because I want to. Right?"
She giggled, and you felt her body shake with laughter against your face. Your eyes were watering from the lack of air, but you couldn't bring yourself to complain. This was the most intimate scene you could ever imagine sharing with your boss.
As she maintained her position, Denise continued to talk on the phone, filling her friend in on every detail of what she was doing to you. She described how much she despised you and how pathetic you were, all while grinding her hips against your face, growing harder with each word.
"Oh, and guess what?" she remarked. "I'm even going to send him a photo of it all!"
With that, she reached for her phone and snapped a picture of you, your neck craned to look up at her, with her perfect round ass hovering just above your face. She sent it off with a chuckle, then returned her attention to you, her voice laced with venom.
"Now, where were we?" she asked before resuming her speech, letting you know exactly how much she despised everything about you. She reached down and ran one finger along your chin, pushing it further into her ass crack than ever before. Then she stood up suddenly, towering over you with a look of triumph on her face.
As she left your cubicle, she made a point to lean in close one last time, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "You'd better not forget about this."
You spent the rest of your day trying to focus on your work, but all you could think about was the shameful encounter with your boss. By the end of the day, your face was red and sore from having been smothered against her ass all day long. As you left the office, you couldn't help but wonder what terrible act she would force you to do next.
