Candi for Lunch
Hello my corporate slut,
I know that deep down sometimes you wish I would show up for a “normal” lunch now and them, like the other couples in your office, and we’d enjoy a nice meal and you wouldn’t end up walking funny the rest of the day, or struggling with the feel of a pink thong riding up the crack of your ass.
It’s funny, but I forget sometimes that you are a big boy and need to eat. So when I do come by to enjoy myself at your expense around lunchtime, I need to remind myself that you actually do need to get a bite to eat – well, something other than a big load of cum, for example.
So today I plan to drop by and I am actually bringing a bite to eat, and a few other things.
And I am not coming alone.
I’m bringing this amazing, big breasted Barbie doll submissive girl named Candi, and she’s going to be helping me enjoy my little break. And she’s going to make sure you get something to eat, too.
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Getting Candi through your office without raising eyebrows will be a bit of a challenge. She’s got the body and look of a stripper and I have never seen her in anything but 6 inch platform sparkly pumps. And gorgeous long, blonde hair. This is just her look, I suppose.
She’s an amazing prospect for a slutty slave girl, and I have deep, dark fantasies about bimbo-fying you and tying the two of you back to back in the basement for hours as I take turns torturing your tits and “clitties” to see who lasts longer, but that’s a story for another time.
For lunch today, my prospective slavegirl Candi is going to be putting on a little show, and you are going to be doing a lot of eating. Any kind of eating I demand.
My little fantasy involves forcing you to lick food off of every imaginable crack and crevice of her find body, starting with her feet. Licking and sucking whipped cream out of the cracks between her toes, while she is wearing platform heels, sitting on the edge of your desk with her legs crossed.
You will be on your knees in a pink teddy with your hair in two distinct little pony tails. Don’t ask me why, this is just the image I have in my head, and the one I want to create.
On your knees, your hands behind your back, you will be licking and sucking every bit of cream off her gorgeous painted toenails that peeking out from the stripper shoes, and then using your tongue to clean in between the undersides of her toes and her shoes. For good measure, I may have you also lick the bottoms of her shoes until they are clean, to help “clean your palate.”
Next, you will repositioned in order to consume the main course from the top of her ass. I haven’t decided yet if I will spread her ass cheeks and strategically place the morsels of chicken and beef all the way up and down her ass crack, forcing you to bury and nuzzle your nose so deep between her butt cheeks that you forget where you are.
I do know, however, that I am going to enjoy first row seating in your office chair as you worship her large, round butt cheeks and juicy ass crack with a ravenous hunger. You see, I will be “grading” you on thoroughness and attention to detail, and ever flicker of your tongue counts.
Once I feel you have suitably munched down on her asshole and crack, I am going to allow you the fine pleasure, possibly, of being smothered in her obscenely large breasts. Whether or not food is even involved, I have no idea, nor do I care. This delicious suffocation treatment will be designed to leave you whimpering and squirming, as you find out what it is like to be totally helpless with her large breasts overwhelming you.
For good measure, I may hide some morsels of fruit in her cleavage so you have a meager distraction while your air runs out.
The theme of the entire lunch hour, as you can tell, will be methods that I may use her amazing body to torture you. I have already considered facesitting and using her feet to torture you – through masturbating you to the edge with them to walking on your face to kicking you in the nuts.
Really, though, it’s simply about what gets me hot and wet at the moment. It’s been some time since a young, hot lady like Candi got me so excited, and the prospects are high.
Ultimately you may find yourself being smothered by my pussy as I sit on your face, taunting you with the “menu” and telling you how the next hour will be spent in your office. During this time I’ll be making Candi take off her clothes, except for bra and panties and high heels, and you’ll feel like a tiny little gnat as I respond to the magnificent curves of her fantastic body.
Do I even need to go into detail about how the two of us may spend some giggle-time mocking your small penis or making your sit naked in our presence? Just a few of the ideas on my mind today.
Make sure you keep your lunch hour free, my slut. And I hope you are very, very hungry. I know I am.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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