My Girlfriend Tried To Get my Job Back ...But My Boss is a Bully.

Cindy's cute pout-y mouth lines worried as she eyes the bulge in Tye's black suit pants. I feel nervous even thinking about him as Tye. I gulp and consider his real name, something that suits him better now.

Mr Johnson.

"Do you want to see it?"

His voice is low.

It rumbles and I see the breath catch in her throat and her fingers go femininely up to her collarbone. She breathes back a gasp and shuts her eyes a second, the heat colouring her cheeks a darker tone. She glances those piercing blues up to him, a glare. But though a glare might warn me, I know from experience...

"Ooh baby I don't think you're ready to glare at me like that."

"Sorry sir- sir sorry sir..." For a second I think it's my voice mumbling like that, but it's not. It's hers as she looks down shyly, her eyes having to glance at the big dick outlined inside.

"I asked you a question. I don't like repeating myself."

"No." She glares up at him. "I don't want to see it."

His hand reaches out quickly- but only to take her chin. His black thumb slips to her lips, pushing into the bottom one a bit. "Well you want your boyfriend to get a job, don't you?"

She pouts angrily, but nods.

He reaches his big black hand in, and slowly begins to pull it out, stopping a second an idea occurring to him.

"Take back what you said." He breathes low, that a warning. "Take back what you said about wanting it. And be a good girl and sit on yo' heels. Hands on thighs. Look me with those beautiful blues. And say it."

She pouts angrily for a long time, which I should really appreciate, but I can't. My dick wants other things.

She glares up at him, and tries to hide it, but there's an audible gulp.

She slides her hands to her thighs, turning to sit on heels, facing him sideways. She glares up, then suddenly looking away embarrassed. She glances up and stares softer, perfect lips parting wet spit string between as she breathes. She gulps again, and mumbles. She clears throat and speaks up looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry that I said that I don't want to see your big cock, sir."

There's a silence. His cock even stops swinging a second, but only to twitch at that. He flexes a pec. "Who told you I have a big cock."

She gulps, then looks aside.

"No-one sir... I just..." She bites her lip. She glances up. "I can tell, okay? Don't have to be-" She bites lip, her brows going up not wanting to say it, realising. "Don't have to be mean..."

"Your boyfriend is not mean." He rumbles. "Timmy is not mean. He got fired. By me. Who did he get fired by?"

"By- by you-"

"Who fired him?"

"Y-you did."

"Who did I fire?"

"My boyf- friend."

"How big is his dick?"

"4 in-" She stares caught, then glares.

He doesn't stop. "How did you know my dick was big."

"Be-" She stops, clearly annoyed at not understanding his manipulation and just wanting it to end. But ohh fuck she's gonna say something wrong...

"Because you look like you've got one, 'sir'."

She's bratty. Images flash in my head of bratty girls in school. Of them yelping in the sheds against the metal wall, it rattling as the yelp for Big Tye and I think about being a virgin.

He pulls his cock out and my girlfriend gasps, hands up to her face seeing it.

"Oh... fuck- Jesus Christ...!"

He takes a moment, swinging it. He moans low. He's satisfied. "Now. How do you wanna get beat up first, baby?"

She glares up. "What do you mean 'beat up'?"

"I'm going to bully you." He says, "I'm going to bully your throat. And your pussy. And I'm going to cum all over you in front of this camera."

And he glares. There's not a hint of compromise.

"You're here all day. Say one."