My Steamy Story: Jessica is a reporter and a black woman ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so I’m in my boss Zach’s office, and I’m so done with his shit. My double K’s are just sitting there in my button-up, and his eyes are practically glued to them. No cap, I’ve been dealing with this my whole life, but this man takes it to another level. So I finally snap, “Stop looking at my fucking tits!” And he just smirks and goes, “No.” My brain is screaming 'big yikes,' but I’m also so desperate to be taken seriously that I say, “If I show you my damn tits, will you respect me as a coworker and be done with this?” He leans back all smug and says, “We won’t know until we try.” Ugh, the audacity. My hands are shaking, but I’m so over it. I unbutton my shirt, my heart beating out of my chest, and I just whip them out. My huge, heavy tits are just… there, my dark nipples already hard from the tension. He lets out this low “sheesh,” and his eyes get all wide. I’m standing there, my pussy getting weirdly wet from the power of it, and I’m like, “Well? Are we done?” But he just licks his lips and says, “Not even close.” And honestly? For the first time ever, I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt iconic.