Did My Boss’s Thick Cock Make Me a Willing Slut?

The bathroom mirror reflects a scene that’s become all too familiar. Her boss’s thick cock, hard and ready, stands proudly as she kneels before him, her mouth already wrapped around his shaft. The counter is cluttered with her things—shampoo, conditioner, lotion—all scattered as if in a hurry. Her shower was interrupted, and now, she’s servicing him, her boss, with a hunger that’s almost desperate. The steam from the shower still lingers, mixing with the scent of his arousal. She’s a slut for his cock, and he knows it. He doesn’t even bother to hide his satisfaction as he watches her work, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. Her hands grip his thighs, nails digging in as she takes him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. It’s a sight that’s both degrading and thrilling, a power dynamic that’s been established without words. She’s his to use, and she knows it.

What Drives Her to Serve Him?

The question of what drives her to this point is one that haunts me. Is it the thrill of the forbidden, the power he holds over her, or simply the allure of his thick cock? The answer is probably a mix of all three, a cocktail of desire and submission that she can’t resist. Her body responds to him in ways that are almost primal, her instincts taking over as she pleases him. The bathroom, once a place of privacy, has become a stage for their secret encounters. The sink, the mirror, the toilet—all witnesses to her degradation and his dominance. She’s his whore, and she takes pride in it, her body trembling with each thrust as she sucks him off, her eyes never leaving his in the reflection.

The Aftermath: A Shared Secret

As he finishes, she swallows every last drop, her throat working as she takes his load. The mirror shows a woman who’s been thoroughly used, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed over. He zips up, a smirk on his face as he leaves her there, kneeling on the cold tiles. The bathroom is silent except for the drip of the faucet, a stark contrast to the intensity of what just happened. She stands, her body aching, and looks at herself in the mirror. Her reflection shows a woman who’s been claimed, her boss’s mark on her in more ways than one. She cleans up, her movements mechanical, her mind already drifting to the next time. It’s a cycle, a dance of power and submission that she’s become addicted to. And as she steps out of the bathroom, she knows that this is just the beginning of another day under his control.