Brent, Your Manager

You look up to see Brent, the cutest manager ever. From his dark espresso hair, to the smooth skin on his legs. All the pain from your womanhood is gone as you meet his green eyes, practically massaging and soothing your pussy themselves.

"Ms.Mary, please follow me." He says. You follow him into his medium sized office and take a seat in front of the desk while he does the same sitting opposite from you. What he says next surprises you. "Mary, you seem to be getting complaints from some of the workers and customers. Such as rudeness, flirting, and humiliating others." He says this without a change of tone while you sit there with your mouth hanging open in shock.

"B-but Brent," you sputter "I mean s-sir. I'd never do such things." You figure that he must have wrongly filed this paper under your name. He tsks. "Denying already? This will not do." He locks his office door and stands in front of you. "Do you want to get fired or receive punishment?" He asks.

"P-punishment, of course!" You say, knowing this is the only job that withstands your hours. He leans down and looks you in the eyes, only one word escaping his lips, "Strip." Happy and pleased, you quickly take off your clothes and throw them aside. You feel lucky you shaved your pussy today. Not a hair in sight. He points to his desk and you hop onto it, spreading your legs wide to give him a good view. then he takes off his belt and tie, but nothing more. He walks over to you and stuffs the tie in your mouth. "Close your eyes," he says. You do as he says, getting ready for his dick or fingers to slide inside you, until you feel.....