Between reading or calls, I may take some time to really enjoy myself, pressing my ass cheeks as hard as I can down on your face, calling you humiliating names like “Ass licker” and “useless tongue whore,” making you whimper in degradation as I make you beg to have a taste of my ass and tell you how you are lucky to even get that.
Good morning my corporate slut,
You know they say it’s important to get back to the “grind” after a holiday break. I have my own little view on what a grind is, don’t you think?
The best way to reset your thinking after you come back from a lazy break is for me to pay you a little visit and enjoy some self indulgence of my own. What turns me on right now, most of all?
For some reason, I woke up with the absolute intense desire to totally smother you with my ass. I don’t know what is more appealing about this; imagining your tongue flickering helplessly up and down my crack and around my hole, or knowing that I will completely control your breathing. Of lack of it.
Sitting comfortably atop you while I browse a few women’s magazines I bring along or use your company phone to call up my friends and catch up on what happened with them over the holidays. Relaxing indeed.
Almost forgetting you, except for the occasional desperate grunt when you need me to shift ever so slightly so you can catch a break, or the feeling of your renewed efforts as you really start to work your tongue in an effort to excite and arouse me.
Between reading or calls, I may take some time to really enjoy myself, pressing my ass cheeks as hard as I can down on your face, calling you humiliating names like “Ass licker” and “useless tongue whore,” making you whimper in degradation as I make you beg to have a taste of my ass and tell you how you are lucky to even get that.
How long will this go on? An hour, maybe 90 minutes. Ass worship is very enjoyable to me, but it takes a long time to get me hot and ready for what I really want – my big cock in your mouth, fucking your face so hard that your eyes water.
Oh, did I write that?
Go ahead and read it again just to be sure: I want to fuck your face so hard that your eyes water. And you choke out loud. And between thrusts, you beg for mercy. Are you getting a clear picture of the kind of mood I am in after the holiday break?
That’s right – it starts with 90 minutes of ass smothering and asshole licking and launches right into my strapping it on, while you watch and catch your breath. I can just picture your trousers bulging, and I know you’d wish desperately that I would remove your clothes and give you some kind of attention – anything! Or even let you stroke yourself. But nothing. This is all about me. You will remain hard, aching, balls full. Not even milking today.
Just ass worship, and face fucking.
I pick my largest dildo for these kinds of celebrations. You know, the one you can barely get your mouth around, the one that causes your jaw to ache. How else can I be assured that the tears will be streaming down your face in short order, that your nose will start running, that you will be a humiliated pile of gagging, choking snot and spit, so I can talk about how useless you’d be unless you had a good tongue and a mouth that could accommodate such a big, black dick!
I enjoy the fact that I have to hold your head still with both hands because the cock is so big you can’t help but try to back off of it. You aren’t going anywhere. I get wet when I watch my dildo penetrate and stretch your mouth, and I insist on making you keep your eyes open so you could look at me and my big smile of amusement as you try to hold back the tears but they well up in spite of yourself.
Are you crying because you are a big baby? A wimp? We both know it’s a natural reaction to how much your mouth is being stretched and how you are fighting to not gag on it. But even though it’s just your body responding, it fuels my fantasies, my dark and evil fantasies, that you are so humiliated and used that the tears are emotional and just won’t shut off.
How can I be so cruel?
Oh, it’s easy. This is my opportunity to get off on my hottest humiliation fantasies. The fact of the matter is, you could really be crying, be bawling your eyes out in shame, but I wouldn’t know or care – it’s all part of the show designed to get me to orgasm. Sometimes, I need you to be pushed that far.
And you have a little safe place, don’t you? Because you can shed real tears when I am fucking your face anyway, and your nice big fat male ego can tell yourself that I wouldn’t know the difference.
I have news for you, corporate slut. I do know the difference. And when I want you to cry, trust me, you will cry.
See you soon,
Mistress Akasha
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