I will make you beg for the cum load. All sixteen, seventeen containers of cum are stored in the device, ready to ejaculate when the moment hits me. All on my own time, based on how turned on I am.
It’s those “special saved loads” from the freezer with the little white labels, too. Knowing they are there, ready for use. Load after load, stacked in sequential order, each a very special memory, that flash of a moment where humiliation and suffering crossed your eyes and you gave it up despite the desperate attempts to not cum.
They are like my own little souvenirs of your humiliation and suffering, and they all come together one last time in a simple office visit that starts like every other “visit” the women make to their men on the 16th floor. Only yours result in a closed-door meeting for nearly an hour, and I can only wonder what they think outside in the hall.
If they only knew!
It takes so very little to entertain me, to amuse me, and to make me wet. Sliding into my own black thigh-high stockings and fastening the garters, knowing that in a few hours your face will be smothered between my legs as my cock pounds mercilessly into your wide-open mouth.
The panties. Simple black lace, barely anything there. Why do I even bother wearing them? Oh, for the gag, of course. Just a tiny bit of soft fabric, probably nothing of it except the soaking wet evidence of my aching pussy. Balled up and shoved into your mouth with a simple piece of duct tape when I decide it’s time for your ass to take the pounding of my nine inches.
Lacing up my boots and putting on my gloves. Wondering if perhaps your office staff knows that when the boots and gloves are on, it means the door will be closed for one hour, no less!
And finally, my favorite part, the loading up of the new bag. Such a subtle black bag but roomy enough for two harnesses, three cocks, the inflatable butt plug, nipple clamps, a full ensemble of pink lingerie (should I decide you need a costume change, of course!), and a whole stack of containers of creamy, disgusting loads of cum.
And a big squirting dildo. Flesh toned. A squirter that really spreads, I must add. Yes, I tested it. I tested my aim. I got off – ironically – stroking the seven inches of the flesh-toned shaft in front of my full-length mirror, testing my aim as I “ejaculated” in time with the pumping, my hips actually convulsing pretty believably as my own whole-body orgasm made the moment.
I love dropping by to make you worship my shaft. I get a special rush when I actually wear the strap on cock on the drive over, sometimes secretly hoping I will be pulled over. I’d make sure my hand brushed my skirt as I reached for my purse to get my ID, wondering what the cop would think when he saw my black cock head popping out from under. Maybe I’d tell him which office building I was heading to, and which CEO was owed a visit from “my big huge dick.”
It’s a wonder I have not been pulled over yet, anyway, since I do tend to get a bit hot, swerving here and there, as I can’t help but let my fingers wander a little in anticipation of our upcoming visit.
Walking through your office building with confidence. Long dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Fire engine red lipstick. The boots. A large leather bag over my shoulder. And a big, thick, black cock under my skirt. If they only knew!
Of course, you know. You know by the look in my eye. And today, when I see you in your office, you are to immediately assume the position on your knees, gracefully holding my thighs, showing me how you can go from 0 to 8 inches, taking my whole shaft, in one fluid motion.
Then, the bobbing of your head will begin. I will hold your head still when I am ready, so I can start thrusting my hips and telling you I am getting closer and closer to cumming. Oh, I will talk so dirty to you this time, “You want my load? You want to guzzle my huge load of cum today, whore?”
I will make you beg for the cum load. All sixteen, seventeen containers of cum are stored in the device, ready to ejaculate when the moment hits me. All on my own time, based on how turned on I am.
I have a full hour with you today, so I don’t intend to rush. In fact, you may as well know now that I intend to cum on your face with your legs over your head, spraying the full contents of the cum bucket down on you so that your face, mouth, hair is literally dripping in the loads of cum. And then you will stay like that the rest of the day.
In the hour leading up to this though, first, you will suck so hard on my cock that you may start to get little droplets of the cum to ooze from the tip. That’s what I will be looking for. That’s how I will judge your performance. Are you able to suck so fast and furiously that you actually defy the suction function of the ejaculating dildo and milk the cum load onto your tongue, one gooey droplet at a time?
At the end, though, most of the load will be saved for the finale. I already know that I will have your legs up over your head, pumping furiously into your tight, tight asshole. It’s tempting; part of me delights in the idea of filling your ass so tight with loads of cum that you are leaking into your big girl panties all afternoon and will be forced to lick the cum load from the panties at the end of the night…
But nothing can replace the pure rush I will get from seeing the cum load cascade down into your face, right after ass-ramming you hard with the cock, watching the creamy load literally shower you with humiliation that you will carry about with you for the entire rest of the day.
There are several other items in my “bag of tricks” that may make an appearance today. But really, to be honest, it’s all about the cum shower. I have been thinking about it for a week, practiced it as recently as an hour ago, and I’m obviously ready to make my hottest fantasy a reality.
The question is – are you ready?
Not that you have a choice, anyway.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
