To her boss

Viktor was working in his secret workshop. It was deep in the poor district of the city, allowing him to gather salvage easily as there was usually plenty of broken electronics left lying around as well as found recruits in **** need of an edge for a big score that his gadgets would provide. So all together, he was rather happy with his choice for where to conduct his illegal business.

At the current moment, Viktor was working on the more basic gear, grappling claws and magnetic slash pogo boots—the type of stuff that could make your average thief far more effective as it gave them that extra bit of reach and evasiveness. It wasn't heard to make either, so the rent and maintenance cost of them was his main money monk in his illegal operation.

His attention was drawn away from his work when the door to his workshop was being opened. He looked up to see it was disco mama skating down the ramp that led from the apartment above to his basement workshop. While, to be precise, his workshop was actually a secret extension of the boiler room that was a part of the apartment. The only ones who knew about the secret entrance in the boiler room were those recruited into his little operation.

Eventually disco mama was done skating up and down the ramp and made her way over to Viktor. "Well, boss, the plan went without a hitch." Disco Mama said a proud smile on her face as Viktor looked back at her with a raised brow. Knowing that she didn't expect him to believe she had come through on just her word alone.

So Disco Moma quickly supplied proof, which was a photo taken with a modified disco orb, allowing it to take pictures. Which it had done so of an iron heart covered in jewelry with the vault door closing in on her. Viktor gave her a dark, viscous smile at the thought of her iron heart having to explain herself out of that one, especially since she was rather new to the hero scene and wouldn't have a lot of trust built up with the police yet.

Viktor gave Disco Moma a quick, rough slap on her ass. "Good job, whore." Viktor said with a happy grin, knowing that she would take that kind of praise well. Disco Mama shuddered at the slap and had a small orgasm at the degradation. Disco Moma then made her way over and quickly began putting the stolen jewelry down on the table. Viktor quickly began to take his small cut, as he didn't charge much for the special disco balls he had made for her, and he had requested that she do this as a personal favor to him in the first place.

Disco Moma looked at him a moment then began to give him a very meaningful look as she swiped a few more gems from her side and put them on his. Viktor quickly got what she was asking for and decided to humor her and delay his work on his gadgets. But it was worth it, especially since she was adding more to his cut. "On your knees," Viktor stated simply as he began to unzip his pants. Moma complied instantly, going to her knees and helping Viktor by pulling down his boxers, causing his rather large pale pillar to hit her in the face.

For a moment neither said anything; the only sound heard was Disco Moma breathing in the intense scent coming from Viktor's dick. "God, baby, that's the real jewel moma came out for." Disco Moma said suddenly as she crammed as much of Viktor's dick into her throat as she could take. Viktor helped her, grabbing hold of her huge afro with his large hands and using the afro as leverage to push her up and down his cock.

Disco Moma groaned in pleasure at the pain Viktor was causing her and at the debasement, knowing she was going to let him get away with messing with her hair. If anyone else had done it, she would be finding out how many tiny disco balls could go up their ass, but not boss; he could mess with her hair as much as he liked. It showed just how much of an owned nigger she was.

She began pushing herself down in tandem with Viktor's pulling as she touched herself through her pants at her own ****. This went on for a while until Viktor reached his limits and pulled her head down to the base, completely cutting her off from any air and beginning to cum down her throat. So as spurt after spurt filled her throat and her vision started to fade from lack of oxygen, she came drenching her shorts.

Eventually, just as disco mama was about to faint from lack of oxygen, Viktor pulled his dick out of her mouth, causing her body to take a reflexive gasp of air and cum to drip out of her mouth and into her breast. For a moment they just waited, gathering their breath, but Viktor got his erection back from watching Disco Moma's large chest go up and down with each breath, as well as the cum that dotted the top of her breast.

Viktor, with his erection once again at full mast, grabbed Afro-Momma's shoulders, quickly pulling her to her feet and spinning her around before slamming her into a wall. Pinning Disco Moma into the stone wall with his bulk. "Yes, baby, Moma loves it when Daddy gets rough." Disco Moma said while moaning out in pleasure from having her breast roughly ground into the brick wall by her boss getting to her.

Viktor didn't respond; he simply began to roughly pull down disco Moma's pants and pennies while keeping her pinned to the wall. Eventually he got her shorts and pennies low enough that he could stick in his dick. So he proceeded to do so with our warning, which caused Disco Moma to moan out as she found a large pale pillar in her ass; luckily for her, she had deep throated that same pillar, giving the dick a coating of saliva, which made it easier going in.

Viktor was not gentle, slamming his dickens into her, pulling back and slamming back into her again, causing every interesting part of Disco Moma to jiggle in just the right way even as she was pinned to the wall. Disco Moma couldn't do anything but take it as her boss drilled into her ass just as she liked it. "Yeah, baby, take that ass; it's all yours." Disco Moma roared out in approval of Viktor's taking of her.

For a while it went on, Viktor hammering into her ass again and again, disco Moma moaning out at the penetration, and the rough treatment was grinding her teeth into the walls, causing them to bleed slightly from small cuts she had gotten. The pain and the pleasure mixing for Disco Moma reminding her of her place beneath her boss, her master.

Eventually they were reaching their ends, and after multiple smaller orgasms from Disco Moma, she could feel from the throbbing of her boss's dick that he was reaching his limit. "Come on, maste cum in your nigga." Disco Moma roared at Viktor, the dirty talk being the last straw, causing him to cum and fill Disco Moma's ass to the brim.

For a little while the two said nothing once again, just finding their breath, but eventually Viktor pulled his dick out of disco Moma ass. He then pulled up her shorts and pennies, making sure his cum stayed in her ass. "A pleasure as always, Disco Moma. I can always count on you, can't I?" Viktor said with a happy tone, rather proud of recruiting such a talented woman.

"Always happy to help boss." Disco moma said she was happy to prove she can get the job done both in the field and in the sack. She didn't know why he wanted her to go mess with an iron heart, and honestly, she didn't care why. She was just happy she was picked as one of the better, more trushworthy minions.

"Well, sadily, the fun is at an end. I have to get back to work or I'll be too far behind by my own quotas. So go on and head home, Disco Moma. I'll be sure to call on your services in the future." Viktor said, stepping away from Disco Moma so she could step away from the wall she had been pinned to and then sending her on her way with a swift swipe to the ass cheek he had hit earlier, making sure to leave a mark.

Disco Moma just smiled as she skated up the ramp and out of the secret room. She made her way out of the secret entrance and went into a nearby closet, then quickly changed into her usual clothes. Once she was in a normal set of jeans, shirt, and short-sleeved jacket, she made her way up to her apartment, her haul from the heist in her purse.

She made quick time up to her apartment on one of the upper floors. She had to walk through several passed-out junkies on the steps, but eventually she was in her apartment, the double locks clicking behind her. Disco Moma made her way over to her bathroom, grabbing some cream for all the scraps and burns she'd gotten when the boss had gotten rough with her.

As she applied the cream to her tits and ass after taking off her clothes. She began looking at herself in the mirror, seeing at the position she was in bent over a toilet, applying creams to herself, and had one though. 'worth it.' Once she was done, she walked over and laid down on her couch, then proceeded to watch old reruns on TV.

As disco Moma lay there on her couch out of her 70's villain outfit in just regular sleep pants and a shirt watching old reruns, she began to wonder when the next job from boss would come in, already wondering when she'd get the chance to bend over for boss next. Not like she had anything else to look forward to, as her family had long ago abandoned her to be gangsta's and were probably dead in an alley somewhere.

Just as she was thinking that she got a phone call. She checked the caller ID and saw she knew who it was and picked up the call. "What's up, bitch?" Disco Moma asked in a loud voice. Disco Moma's eye shot up at what was up on the other end of the phone. The talk over the phone went on awhile before Disco Moma finally ended the call.

"Well, it looks like I got to set things straight for some dumb ass punks." Disco Mama said with venom as she made her way to grab something before she headed out once again to deal with whatever the phone call had revealed to her.