Yes. That’s the image that gets me wet. You – on all fours – in your most expensive suit, on all fours, saying it over and over again, as I make you part your lips, lick your lips, ask hungrily for cock. As I masturbate, as I strip down to lingerie, as you BEG to look because you KNOW what I am doing.
Good morning my corporate slut,
It’s the days that you get the most dressed up, in the most expensive, most masculine suits that I look the MOST forward to what plans I make.
It’s when I decide to do things like — place an ad on Craigslist for a “lunchtime cock to suck,” or call a few girlfriends and tell them I want a lunchtime gang bang.
Or I just want to throw a few surprises into my toy bag, and tell your secretary to clear two hours on your calendar, and start masturbating on the way to your high rise knowing that I am going to do all of the absolutely humiliating acts in your own office – with the door closed, but not locked.
When you look so absolutely masculine and in control in the office, that’s when I get off the most – taking you down. Sure, everyone might think you are Mr. big shot, but I know you are just a bitch cocksucker. Even having you shut your eyes on all fours, and say those words to me while you are still dressed somewhat “respectfully” gets me wet.
I could make you say those words over and over again – with your eyes closed so you don’t get to enjoy the show – and sit in YOUR big office chair and pleasure myself – making you say, “I’m nothing but a cheap, nasty cocksucker for you.”
Yes. That’s the image that gets me wet. You – on all fours – in your most expensive suit, on all fours, saying it over and over again, as I make you part your lips, lick your lips, ask hungrily for cock. As I masturbate, as I strip down to lingerie, as you BEG to look because you KNOW what I am doing.
But you get nothing. You get nothing but my wet (with pussy) fingers in your mouth to shut you up. And then, later, wet (with pussy) dildo in your mouth to shut you up. And then, later, wet (with pussy) – no, soaking – panties, and the strip of duct tape…just to really shut you up.
Then, really, there’s nothing left for you but to bend over and put your face where it really belongs. Into the floor. Fine, expensive trousers pulled down. My fingernails in your ass. You may feel the buckles of my strap-on harness or focus on the sounds of my heavy breathing. You may wish you could go back to the simple pleasure of repeating lines or listening to me masturbate as you felt so special, knowing that I was getting off on watching your lips move and delighting in making you suck my juices off your fingers.
But, too late. I have already moved on to nastier games. You feel fingers lubing up your ass, not taking much care in how you feel about it. You know already what kind of mood I am in – one of those moods. Spreading your ass cheeks far apart – this means, you know, I am “inspecting” to make sure you are clean and have presented yourself well to me! You know I plan to fuck you hard, fuck you deep and fuck you well. You know I am planning to be thorough and intense.
You know by the way I keep pressing into your body before I even get the cock near your ass, the way your face keeps getting smashed into the floor of your office that there is little care for your comfort at all. All you feel are juices. My juices mixed with your saliva filling up your mouth.
The lube, wet and slippery, my fingers, so quickly one then two then three. Then my fingers digging into your hips to hold you into place.
And then the monster, monster, MONSTER size of a huge, magnificently large head of a cock like you have never felt before! And this, my poor corporate slut, is where it gets interesting.
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This is what makes a Monday wonderful for me. It’s not the strange men that line up for the Craigslist ad when I offer to sell your mouth for $20 a “pop,” it’s not when my phone texts start buzzing nonstop when I sent a group offer to my girlfriends for a luncheon “gangbang” – it’s when I have you face down and ass up and your entire body tenses up, your fingers curl into the floor and out escapes this muffled “eep” sound because I have managed to shock the biggest size whore in the country!
When I spread your ass so wide today that your eyes water – and then I really start pounding you – I am going to feel something special. Because I know the entire rest of the day you are going to be walking funny, walking tenderly. I know you are going to be walking with rug burns on one side of your face. Try explaining that.
I know that you are going to have so much lubricant leaking from your ass that you will have to wear a maxi pad in your underwear. Don’t worry, I will bring one. It makes me smile when I think about how each little “drip” will remind you of what I did to you, and how it makes you feel like such a used, dirty whore.
In fact, as I fuck you, as your ass gets opened up so wide you will feel like you are bleeding and being stretched to an inhuman size, I will tell you just how used up you are going to be. “You love being fucked with such a big cock don’t you!” I will tell you. “I bet you wish I were using this ass-dirty, shit-dirty cock in your mouth next! That’s how DIRTY you are, WHORE”. Oh, it all just turns you on more. Admit it. I can see by the wet spot….
Even as you walk gingerly around the rest of the day, the dripping in your “pad” – as it degrades you – will make you long for it even more. Even though, during the act itself, you will wish for it to end.
Such is the diabolical paradox of being the whore!!
See you soon!
Mistress Akasha
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