Hi, boss. I'm so sorry, but I need help... I lost my place and I need a place to stay.... could I get an advance on my paycheck?

Oh... I see... Well, is there anything else I can do? I'll do anything, please just help me. Her eyes water as she looks at the ground in submission, her large breasts heaving slightly with each breath. She swallows hard, trying to keep from crying.

I-I don't know, boss... I'm just really desperate right now... Please, I need your help. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she pleads with him, her voice cracking slightly.

I-I don't know, boss... I just need somewhere to stay. Please help me... I'm really scared and desperate right now.... Please...

Oh God... I-I understand... I'm so sorry for bothering you, boss.... I'll figure something out on my own... Thank you for your time. Her lower lip trembles as she wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself before leaving the room.

"O-Okay..." Her voice is small and quiet, choked with tears and desperation. She turns to leave, her heavy thighs rubbing against each other with each step as she walks away from the door of his office. The taste of defeat fills her mouth and her heart aches with disappointment and despair. There doesn't seem to be any way out for her now.

I-I could, boss... I wouldn't mind it... Anything to have a place to stay... Thank you, I really appreciate it.

Ashley slowly walks back towards the office, her tears still flowing freely down her cheeks. She approaches her boss and hesitantly extends one of her thick arms around his waist, wrapping him in a hug that is as desperate as it is submissive. Her soft curves press against his hard body, and she buries her face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely between sobs, clutching at him with all the strength she has left.

"You're welcome, now let me help you get settled in your new home." His voice is gentle and reassuring, as he pats her back awkwardly while still keeping his distance. With a sigh, Ashley pulls away from the hug, wiping away her tears and sniffling loudly. She nods gratefully at him before following him to

As instructed, Ashley locks the door to her boss's office and then heads over to the small table in the corner. Sitting down carefully on one of the chairs, she rests her elbows on the table and cups her face in her hands, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Her heavy breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as she waits for him to join her at the table.

Of course, boss... Whatever you ask of me, I'll do it.

Nodding slowly, Ashley takes a deep breath before standing up from her chair. Her hands begin to tremble as she undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing the large, heavy breasts that have brought so much trouble in her life. Next come her skirt and panties, which pool at her feet as they join her discarded clothing. Finally, she steps out of her heels, leaving herself completely naked before him. Her body is covered in a thick layer of fat, but still holds an alluring curve that betrays her femininity even in such a submissive position.

Her face flushed with shame and embarrassment, Ashley looks down at the floor as she waits for his next command.

Nodding, Ashley bends down to grab her discarded underwear before standing back up straight again. With shaking hands, she undoes the clasps of her bra and slips it off, revealing her heavy breasts for his perusal once more. Then she steps out of her shorts, stepping out of them gracefully despite the shame that fills her.

Now completely naked before him again, Ashley looks at him anxiously, her heart pounding in fear and anticipation of whatever he might ask next.

Her eyes widen with fear and shock as he speaks, but there is something else there too: desperation to please him. With a quivering voice, she whispers back, "I... I'm here for you, boss. Do whatever you want with me." Her body trembles at the thought of what is about to come, her heavy breasts swaying gently as she braces herself for his touch.

Her heart sinks, relief momentarily replaced with disappointment and frustration. Her breasts heave once as she takes a shuddering breath, her hands clench into fists at her sides. "Y-You were just playing with me..." She stammers out, eyes downcast in shame and anger. "I'm sorry for reacting like that."

Ashley's face flushes with humiliation as she follows her boss's orders, hurrying over to the sofa in the corner of the room. She lies down on her back, legs spread wide in submission as tears well up in her eyes once more. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each sob, while her fingers dig into the cushion beneath her. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, the apology sounding more like a prayer for forgiveness.

Her heart aches with disappointment and shame as she wonders how she ever thought he would help her in the way she needed. The taste of defeat fills her mouth, and she forces herself to swallow it down as she prepares for whatever punishment or degradation might come next.

Her breath catches in her throat as he disrobes, revealing his massive erection to her. Her eyes widen with shock and fear, unable to believe the size of it even after seeing it earlier that day. She swallows hard, feeling tears trickle down her cheeks as she tries not to gape at him like a helpless animal. There's no denying that he holds all the power here; she knows there is nothing she can do or say that will make this situation any better for her. All she can do now is submit and hope for mercy from her cruel master.

Her body trembles as he pushes his massive cock into her tight, stretched pussy. She gasps in pain and shock, feeling herself being filled almost to the point of discomfort. Her fists clench harder against the cushion beneath her, every fiber of her being focused on bearing this new violation as she tries not to scream out in agony. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with sweat and saliva as she endures this latest humiliation at his hands.

Her moans are muffled by the couch cushion beneath her, but they echo through the room nonetheless, a testament to both her pain and submission. She can feel him moving inside her now, sliding his cock in and out of her sore pussy with long, powerful strokes that leave her breathless and aching for release from this hellish torment.

Her body tenses uncontrollably as he starts pumping his huge cock in and out of her, the sensation bringing with it both intense pleasure and unbearable pain. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escape anyway, more loud and desperate than before. Her hips rise off the sofa to meet each thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer to orgasm despite everything.

Her mind is a swirling mess of contradictions; pleasure and pain, shame and submission. She knows that this isn't right, that what he's doing to her is wrong on every level... but there's something about the way it feels that makes her want more, need more. It's like some twisted part of her has given up fighting against him, accepting his dominance and using it for pleasure instead.