The office was deathly quiet that Friday night as Jungkook leaned back in Tae’s executive chair, his cock still twitching from the massive load he’d just blown all over her laptop screen. Thick ropes of cum dripped down the display, obscuring the frozen image of Tae’s pink fat pussy mid-orgasm in one of her HornyFans videos. He didn’t bother cleaning it—why should he? This was payback, the first sweet taste of revenge for every rude remark, every late-night assignment, every public humiliation. A smirk curled his lips as he admired his handiwork. “Look at that, you filthy exec slut,” he murmured to the empty room. “My cum on your pretty little secret.”

He pulled out his phone, snapping pictures from every angle: close-ups of the cum-streaked screen, the HornyFans tab still open in the background, his spent dick resting against the keyboard for scale—thick and veiny, still semi-hard from the thrill. Then he hit record, capturing short clips of her videos playing on the laptop, her moans tinny through the speakers as she begged to be degraded. “Please, fuck my worthless cunt,” video-Tae whimpered, and Jungkook chuckled darkly, zooming in on her jiggling ass. He even recorded a quick vid of himself stroking his cock back to full hardness over her profile pic, whispering, “This is for you, Ms. Kim. Gonna make you choke on it soon.”

Satisfied, he closed the laptop with a snap, leaving the mess to dry overnight. He straightened his tie, grabbed his bag, and sauntered out, the building’s security lights flickering like accomplices. Home was a quick subway ride away, and as he scrolled through the pics on his phone, his mind raced with plans. Tae’s rudeness had awakened something primal in him—a dominant streak he’d never explored. By morning, she’d be his puppet.

Saturday dawned crisp and cold. Tae arrived at the office early, as always, her slutty weekend attire dialed back just a notch for the lighter staff presence: a silky red blouse that clung to her massive tits, buttons straining over her lacy black bra, paired with a tight pencil skirt that hugged her juicy ass. Her porcelain skin was flawless, pink lips glossed, but her mind was on the report Jungkook had emailed last night. She’d review it, find flaws, and make him redo it Monday. Business as usual.

She settled into her chair, flipping open the laptop. And froze. Dried cum stains splattered the screen—white, flaky residue smeared across the glass like a filthy signature. Her heart pounded. “What the hell?” she whispered, her pink fat pussy clenching involuntarily under her skirt. Who did this? A janitor? Some pervert intruder? The thought of someone jerking off in her office, right here, made her thighs rub together, a traitorous slickness building between her legs. She was afraid—security breach?—but turned on, her slutty core thrumming at the degradation. She grabbed a tissue, wiping it clean with trembling hands, her nipples hardening against her bra.

Then her phone buzzed—a DM from an anonymous burner account on a shady app she’d never used. “I know what you do when you’re not in the office, Mrs. Kim.” Tae’s breath hitched, her thighs clenching hard under the desk as she read it again. Who? How? Her mind raced—Junho? No, he adored her too much for games like this. A rival? She stared at the message, face flushing, sweat beading on her forehead despite the AC. Her pussy was wet now, soaking her thong, the fear mixing with arousal like a drug.

Before she could respond, another ping: a 10-second video clip. She tapped play, volume low, and her world tilted. It was her—last night’s HornyFans upload, recorded from a screen, her on all fours, ass jiggling as she fingered her pink cunt. “Call me your office whore,” video-her begged. Tae’s face burned, sweat trickling down her neck, but her clit throbbed. Then another attachment: a pic of a massive, hard dick—thick, veined, pre-cum glistening at the tip. “Holy fuck,” she muttered, zooming in despite herself. It was huge, bigger than Junho’s, and the sight made her pussy gush. Afraid and turned on, she had no idea who this was. A hacker? A stalker? She deleted the messages, but they kept coming.

All day, the texts flooded in, each filthier than the last. “Bet your fat pink pussy is dripping right now, thinking about my cock stretching you.” Tae squirmed in meetings, her staff exchanging confused glances—where was the usual yelling? She was silent, distracted, biting her plump lip as another buzzed: “I saw you play with those big tits last night. Pinch your nipples for me under that blouse, slut.” She did it subconsciously, gasping softly in the empty boardroom, her pussy clenching around nothing. “Good girl. Now imagine me bending you over your desk, spanking that juicy ass red for being such a rude bitch.” Wetness soaked through her thong, her thighs slick. Staff whispered—Ms. Kim was off today, no rudeness, no nitpicking. Even the junior execs breathed easy.

Jungkook watched it all from his cubicle, smirking like a Cheshire cat. He’d set up the burner app that morning, sending the texts between “work” tasks. Seeing Tae flustered, her cheeks pink, made his cock twitch in his pants. She singled him out less today, but when she passed his desk, he caught her eye and grinned innocently. “Everything okay, Ms. Kim?” he asked, voice dripping with fake concern. She stiffened, muttering “Fine,” and hurried away, her ass swaying. He texted immediately: “That ass looks even better in person. Can’t wait to bury my face in it.”

By evening, as the office emptied, the final text came: “Send me a custom video tonight. Wear the same blouse you wore today with a thong under—no skirt. Ride a dildo, moaning ‘Mr. Stranger’ and cum hard. If you fail, I’ll make your secret life public—starting with your husband and staff.” Tae’s pussy clenched so hard she nearly came on the spot, fear spiking her arousal. Public? Her career, her marriage—ruined. But god, the command made her wetter than ever. She rushed home, mind reeling.

Junho greeted her with his usual adoration, dinner ready, a kiss that turned heated. They fucked quick and dirty on the couch—him pounding her from behind, squeezing her fat ass as she moaned for him. But even as she came around his cock, her thoughts drifted to the stranger’s dick pic, guilt mixing with thrill. After, Junho crashed early, exhausted from his own workday. Tae waited until his snores filled the penthouse, then sneaked to her private office room, heart pounding.

She stripped down, keeping on the red blouse—buttons undone halfway, her massive tits spilling out—and slipped into a tiny black thong that framed her pink fat pussy perfectly. No skirt, as ordered. She set up her camera, nerves making her blush deep red, but her cunt was soaked, dripping down her thighs. Hitting record, she grabbed her biggest dildo—a thick, veined monster suctioned to the floor—and straddled it, sinking down slowly. “Oh fuck, Mr. Stranger,” she moaned, her voice husky and desperate as the toy stretched her walls. “Your cock… I need it so bad. Please don’t tell anyone my secret—I’ll be your slutty exec wife.”

She rode it hard, her juicy ass bouncing, tits jiggling free from the blouse as she pinched her nipples. “Mr. Stranger, fuck me… degrade me like the worthless whore I am. I beg you, keep my HornyFans hidden—I’ll do anything.” Filthy words poured out: “Spank my fat ass, cum in my pink pussy, make me choke on your dick.” She acted like the ultimate slut, grinding down, the dildo hitting her G-spot until she was sobbing with need. “Please, Mr. Stranger… let me cum for you!” Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy squirting around the toy, juices puddling on the floor as she screamed, body shaking.

Blushing furiously, sweat-slicked and spent, she ended the recording and sent it to the burner account. “Here… please don’t share,” she typed, thighs still trembling.

Across town, Jungkook’s phone lit up in his dark apartment. He opened the video, and fuck—there she was, his rude boss turned obedient slut, riding that dildo in the same blouse she’d worn while ignoring him today. “Mr. Stranger,” she moaned on screen, begging not to expose her. His cock hardened instantly, tenting his boxers. “You dirty fucking bitch,” he growled, stripping down and gripping his thick length. He stroked slow at first, watching her tits bounce, her pink pussy devouring the toy. “Begging me now? After all your rudeness? Oh, Tae, you’re gonna pay more.”

He jerked faster, pre-cum slicking his hand, moaning her name. “Ride it harder, slut—imagine it’s my dick splitting that fat cunt.” As video-Tae came, squirting and pleading, Jungkook exploded, cum shooting across his abs in hot spurts. “Take it, you exec whore… soon it’ll be inside you.” Panting, he saved the video, adding it to his collection. The game had just begun—Tae’s silence today was sweet, but Monday? He’d push further, make her drip in the office without touching her.

Little did she know, her tormentor was the rookie she’d tormented, and he was far from done.