Getting a job in today’s labor market was a trying test of one’s will and fortitude. That much was certainly obvious when I ended up out of a job for months on end, I mean…me? Struggling to find employment? It was absolutely unimaginable, I mean, sure, one might have called my previous jobs “glorified con jobs” where I used my silver tongue to “swindle innocent people out of their hard-earned cash” but hey, work is work isn’t it? And if anything, my colorful portfolio spoke to my astounding skills of persuasion all by itself.

I wouldn’t have said working as a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company was my dream job when I happened upon the ad for new workers in the newspaper I scuffed from my local print shop, but I was open enough to take up the opportunity. After a careful construction of a fudged resume filled with a mixture of exaggerations, half-truths, and flat out lies, I coasted by on my interview through sheer wit and unbreakable confidence. I’d always been told that my smart mouth was my best attribute, and I put it to good use in endearing myself to get hired, which miraculously managed to get me a spot in as a sales rep, standing above the masses of infinitely more qualified workers with a mix of superior social skills and pure dumb luck. Luck, it was an ever returning constant in my life that I had to be thankful for most of what I had, for whatever reason, lady luck had been smitten with me since the days of my youth, and so fought to elevate me far beyond any station I rightfully deserved whenever she could.

I was riding high in the wake of my new employment, an ego trip which was only intensified once I found out how good I actually was at the job. Shit, if someone had told me I could get paid twice as much using the same con methods by doing it for a pharmaceutical company, I’d have hopped on the wagon years ago.

The pay wasn’t the only good thing about it, though, as I effortlessly made sale after sale with my passionate wit and overflowing charm, I’d been granted an even cushier position with every promotion that followed. Now I barely even had to do much but sit in a huge, fancy office looking all important, and most of the employees breaking their backs for a few extra pennies sucked up to me with a pearly white smile like they were about to thank me for treating them like shit.

Not to mention, staying in the office so much had quite a few perks of its own…mainly in the form of the copious collection of full-bodied bitches in tight-fitting work blazers and tiny pencil skirts that showed off their bouncy tits and phat, round, jiggly bubble butts just begging for a firm spank of approval. Sure, they had that one presentation about sexual harassment or whatever a few weeks back…but if they really wanted me to pay attention to that shit, they could have chosen a presenter that didn’t have such a bra-busting pair of mega-soft sweater puppies ready to burst out of her tiny top as she spoke!

Okay, maybe approaching her after that meeting was over, grabbing her tits through her blouse and telling her what a fun time we could have together in my office after her hours was done might have been pushing my luck…but could you blame me? The bitch was giving me the eyes the whole time, I knew it, if not for that stuffy old crone in HR walking in on me, I could bet she’d be on her knees and ready to drain my nuts in a few minutes flat.

Not that I cared too much about that particular slut, though. Not when my workplace was full to the brim with eager little worker bees just desperate to climb the corporate ladder whatever the cost. Call it “abuse of power”, but the way I see it, they get to slobber on my fat cock, I get to nut whenever the hell I want, and if they’re good enough, they might get a good word in on the upper brass. Really, it’s a win win by all metrics.

So, with that being said, I was rather surprised when a HR consultant walked in on me right as I was balls-deep in my newest secretary, Hailey. She’s a busty, leggy thing with the peachiest ass you’ve ever seen, and yeah, my last one got dismissed after some ‘illicit photos’ (which I certainly didn’t take after splattering her face with my cum on my request for her to provide me with some “relief”) of her got spread around the workplace…but come on, I couldn’t just let a fine piece of ass like that pass me by.

I was quick to ask just what was going on…after I’d finished slamming Hailey against the desk and stuffing her cunt with the massive wad of hot, scalding cum as I groaned on top of her.

I could see the consultant’s eyes move down, following my half-hard cock as it swung mightily in the air, my colossal cockshaft merely another blessing I’d earned from lady luck’s favor. She seemed to gather her wits once I’d tucked my cock beneath my underwear and fixed my pants over her waist, sputtering that my presence was requested by the CEO to speak about my behavior in the workplace.

My blood went cool for a moment in fear, wondering if the end of my workplace paradise was soon to come…but I steeled myself with a hefty breath, knowing I was armed with the love of lady luck on my side, assured that my ironclad confidence would work even on a self-assured, bossy bitch like her…

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Hi there! If you managed to read through all of this, thanks for looking through this prompt of mine, and hopefully you enjoyed it. The premise here is simple enough, perhaps even a cliche of smut at this point, the hot, bitchy boss who rules over her office with an iron fist only to get put in her place by a tough-as-nails stud that brings out her submissive nature with his overwhelming dominance and masculinity! Now, while that premise does already lend itself to certain approaches, I'm open to any ideas my partners have for their character and how we could play this out!

Would you be a spoiled, belligerent rich girl who's clearly only gotten this job because her daddy handed it out to her on a silver platter, and soon has to apologize for being such a nosy, bossy bimbo once her new work-daddy puts her in her place? Perhaps you'd be older, with actual experience running a workplace and a no-nonsense attitude that leads you to scorn playboys like me who view the workplace as their personal hunting ground for a new bitch to mount and breed...which only makes you that much more shocked at how you could end up screaming like a whore on my cock after calling me into your office to warn me about my unprofessional behavior! Or maybe you're a kind and generous leader with a strong sense of morals, who doesn't appreciate having to host such an unabashed misogynist on her department, and makes time to give me a stern lecture on respecting female coworkers as the valuable assets they are, or at least it starts that way before you end up waking up with a thick gutful of creamy cum staining every last one of your holes!

Really, there's a lot of ways we could explore this, so try not to skimp out on me with the potential this might have. I'm always appreciative of partners with detailed responses that bring interesting twists to the ideas offered in my prompts, so if this interests you, don't be shy and be sure to send me a nice little orange envelope full of any ideas you might have for this premise!

My kinks: Interracial/raceplay, maledom, cheating/ntr, cuckolding (as the bull), anal, older women/MILFs, ass worship, exhibitionism, outfits/cosplay sex, cuckqueaning, hatefucking, primal/angry sex, power exchange, teasing, outercourse, titfucking, assjobs, harems, group sex, incest.

Limits: scat, bestiality, underage characters, necrophilia, excessive violence, vore, furries and the like.