I WAS managing a city pub one night for my boss – a goodlooking blonde in her 30s – who had the night off. I was locking up the joint and tidying the boss’s desk when I found a memory stick labelled “Private” next to her computer.
I plugged it in and within seconds, a CCTV video popped up showing my boss STARKERS AND SPREAD-EAGLED on the pool table while being ROOTED by some unknown punter.
He was giving her a real hammering as she hung off the edge of the table, her fingers digging into the middle and corner pockets so she wouldn’t slip off.
I sat back in the chair, undid my fly and started TOSSING OFF, imagining it was me giving her my fuck-stick.
When the bloke in the video blew, he stayed inside my boss while they both bucked and writhed in pleasure.
He then pulled out and, as I watched his spoof ooze out of her, I felt a familiar tingle in my my swollen balls.
My man-paste shot out and SPLATTERED across the boss’s table…just at the moment she walked through the door.
“I know it’s my night off, Doug,” she said blithely, “but I came in to check on how things were going…oh!”
She looked at me in horror, as my rapidly wilting dick shrank into my guts.
She then saw the puddle of spoof on her table and heard her orgasmic groans coming from the computer.
And that was my last night working at that pub.
‘MY BOSS HUNG OFF THE EDGE OF THE POOL TABLE’