Natasha Carter - Bully in the Office

Glenn King came back from break and heard the news hit like a slap: they gave his promotion to Natasha Carter, the office bully. Six foot three barefoot, seven-inch heels made her tower damn near seven feet tall. She ordered him into her new corner office, grinning down at 'little glenny.' She laughed about how she’d sucked the right cock to leapfrog him, then scattered files across the floor and ordered him to crawl. He balked; she threatened his job. Down on his knees, he kissed those cruel feet. She pointed to a crooked height chart—five-foot line—and sneered that he came up short at four feet. Glenn swallowed his pride. 'What do I have to do?' She spun, yanked her skirt, bent, and spread her fat cheeks. 'Kiss my asshole.' Each wet press made her smile wider. She climbed onto the desk, knees wide, and he licked her from behind like a dog. Next, she shoved her size-thirteen shoes under his nose, toes still reeking from a long day. Then she smothered his whole face beneath her huge, hairy cunt and ground down while she mocked his scrawny little body. Worst of all, she fingered her own ass, pulled her hand out slick and shoved those dirty fingers into his mouth. Big grin, full control, tiny man underneath her—she owned him in every sweaty inch.