As you remained there waiting, I slid my hand up and down his huge cock, and in my dream, it was a magnificent, perfectly shaped, and beautiful cock. It was a sharp contrast to the small bulge in your panties, encircled by a moist spot that was clearly visible.
Good morning my corporate slut,
What a hot, wet dream I had last night. One of those dreams I’ll just have to make a reality. Soon.
And since it’s been 46 days since your last orgasm, I think you should reach down into your tight pink panties as you read this, and enjoy the feeling of the stiff bulge as you imagine it unfolding. I know the precum will be oozing as you read my words, so go ahead, take a taste. It’s the only pleasure you will be getting in the foreseeable future – well, other than worshipping my ass, of course.
In this dream, I was visiting your office with an interior decorator. I’m not sure what he was going to help decorate – your office or my loft – but we were going through his book of concepts and you kept glancing at your computer, looking at missed calls, checking your cell phone for texts.
It was clear you were bored and disengaged, and it was rude. Or maybe you were just horny and cranky, and this was how you expressed your displeasure. But you know better than that, I have trained you better than that, and your poor behavior led to severe punishment.
You see, this interior designer gentleman was built like a linebacker. He was incredibly solid, and handsome. He had short black hair, a very defined torso, and huge arms. Probably in his early 20s. And he had been checking me out during the whole meeting, but of course, you were oblivious, staring at your computer screen sometimes for several minutes before I called your name and you’d say, “What? I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
It only took a little while of this treatment before I decided to give the man who WAS paying attention to me a little reward. Yes, you did start paying attention when I took Rick’s hand and placed it on my ass as I bent over your desk. You noticed that but did not say anything.
And when I slid it by the wrist over my ass and up under my skirt, you saw what was unfolding, but it was too late. I had every intention of taking this man right in front of you, right on your desk. Making sure you saw, in plain view, a man getting what you did not have in months.
For added humiliation, I knew I could strip you down and make you kneel on the floor in your pretty pink lingerie and stockings, and Rick would laugh, but I would not let him stare. I’d be too busy devouring his huge, 9-inch dick, marveling at its size, commenting that my limp dick, pink-pantied corporate slut made 7 figures but couldn’t even manage 6 figures in his panties! Inches, that is.
And he’d fuck me hard – right on your desk. With my legs open wide, pounding me, and I’d tell him – repeatedly – how tight and wet my pussy felt because it had been so long since I had a real cock inside me!!
The best part would be teasing you though – looking at you as you watched helplessly, longingly. This would make me wetter, hotter. I’d look right at you and ask when the last time you tasted my pussy was.
You’d say, softly, “6 weeks.” Or something like that. I know you have the exact date in your mind, of course.
Then I would laugh, and ask you how bad you wanted to taste. I would ask you this as he fucked me, and you saw his huge cock pounding me.
I’d make you – my highly ranked, powerful corporate slut, beg to suck his dick, to suck my pussy taste right off of it. And beg you would. Hearing you beg to suck a man’s dick just to taste me is what puts me over the edge. I know you mean it; I know you would crawl and beg and plead just to lick, suck and worship his dick, just to taste my pussy on it. Even if it meant getting a huge load of cum down your throat or having to suck his cock until you choked on it. After all, what else have you been practicing for?
To be honest, I am not quite sure how it ended. In my dream, that is. I think he came on your face – I think I was jacking him off with my hand and you were kneeling there with your mouth wide open, begging for it. Oh, I made you beg – beg and plead, and describe how you needed and wanted a huge load of cum on your face.
As you remained there waiting, I slid my hand up and down his huge cock, and in my dream, it was a magnificent, perfectly shaped, and beautiful cock. It was a sharp contrast to the small bulge in your panties, encircled by a moist spot that was clearly visible. In your pink lingerie, kneeling, mouth wide open, you looked like you were finally paying attention.
That load squirted all over your face and you jumped, startled, but lapped up what you could. Then I made you work the rest of the day with it drying on your skin. It was a reminder of what happens when you don’t pay attention.
That reminds me. I do plan to drop by your office later today, and I am bringing a friend. I won’t give you much more detail than that, but I trust you will be very attentive and show us a tremendous amount of courtesy.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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