Severence Pay

People are shocked to see Dave has returned so soon after having been fired. Marlise, the slim, red-headed receptionist picks up the phone to call security, but Dave smiles at her, grips the wishbone and wishes for her to calm down and suddenly realize that she has a huge crush on him. She blushes and puts down the phone.

"Hi there, Marlise," he says "Is Charlene still here? I forgot to give her something. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh, sure Dave," she says. "Ms. Vigan in right in her office. I'm really sorry she let you go."

"Yes, well, I've got some new prospects already that are looking pretty good!" says Dave. "By the way, I bet if you were really discrete about it, you could masturbate under your desk and fantasize about me until I get back."

The wishbone in his hand throbs hotly and the receptionist blushes and one slender hand disappeared from view.

Dave left Marlise to her fingerplay and went to see his former boss in her office.

"What the hell!?!" she demanded, looking up from her computer.

"Sorry, Charlene!" Dave says. "But you forgot to give me my severance tittie fuck."

The blonde woman gives him a disgusted look and reaches for her phone. Dave wishes her to believe that it is her obligation to give him a tittie fuck because she fired him and that this is perfectly normal. If she doesn't do it, she'll be in big trouble with upper management and possibly loose her job.

Charlene sighs, resigned that this is part of her job.

"OK, take your pants off and let's make this quick," she says. "I don't know why I can't outsource this part! Just because my tits are big upper management makes me handle all the firings!"

She takes off her business suit jacket and efficiently removes her blouse, followed by her bra. Her tits are large and firm and luscious. Dave gets his pants off with some difficulty, the power giving him a raging hard on. With a wish from him, Charlene takes a healthy squirt from the hand lotion on her desk and slathers up her tits with professional efficiency.

"You want to spread me across the desk, I assume," she says in disgust.

"Actually, I was thinking I could sit in your chair while you knelt under your desk," Dave says.

Charlene rolls her eyes but his wish makes her think he has every right to request this. He takes a seat in her expensive executive chair and she kneels before him, taking his swollen cock between her slickery boobs. Dave leans back and sighs. This day is going so much better than it was an hour ago!

Her tits held securly in her hands, Charlene rubs them up and down his shaft, up and down, up and down.

"Come on, Dave!" she says. "God, you could never get a project done on time! Cum already! Cum and get out of here!"

Dave could cum. He's awfully close. And yet, he feels completely in control, as if he could draw this out if he wanted to. Is it the wishbone that does this? He doesn't know. But right now, all he has to decide is if he should give Charlene a facial or literally keep fucking with her.