When we get home with my new toy, I may blindfold him and then put lipstick on you and make you suck his dick while I go make myself a drink. It will be so entertaining for me to hear him react to your expert dick sucking while I lounge and read a magazine, having you as my own personal slut fluffer.
Good morning my corporate slut,
You didn’t think all that cocksucking was for nothing, did you?
I know that sometimes when you find yourself kneeling in front of me and worshipping my latex cock, you wonder about my motivations. You wonder why I never tire of seeing your lips, painted with pretty pink lip gloss, sucking down all 8 inches of my stiff rubber dick.
It’s not just that I love to watch you do it. Of course, that’s a big part of it. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated and excited by having a man suck my cock. I could watch you for hours – and I know you can last for hours, worshipping and licking – because it turns me on.
It turns me on to see you gagging on my cock, to see your eyes water. Making you keep your hands behind your back and consistently bob your head up and down so you capture the entire length of my cock as you suck it. Grabbing your head by a fistful of hair at the back and thrusting my hips vigorously so you gag on it with every pump. Considering how much I make you do this, you know I enjoy it simply for the act itself.
But yes, there are other plans. There’s a greater motivation for my desire to turn you into a grade-A cocksucker. Perhaps it’s a role in adult films for you. Perhaps it’s so I can show you off on stage to a group of kinky partygoers. Or maybe I want to start using you as my own personal fluffer on dates with well-built, thick-cocked men.
Oh, that got a bit of a “rise” out of you, didn’t it?
Is that a swelling inside the confines of the new metal cock cage I locked you into this morning before work? You know that when I start a new chastity regimen, it usually means there’s something much more ominous in the works.
Maybe three or four months of chastity will put you in the right frame of mind – as I go out every Friday and Saturday night to pick up men – to become the ultimate in service-oriented-cuckold-bitch.
After a night on the town, when I come home and fetch you from your “puppy cage,” I may let you lap at my pussy and have you guess whether or not a man has been inside me. See, this is how it may start. With you at home, me out at night, and you just having to wonder if the scent of a man that you taste is evidence that I have been having a good time while your useless cock remained locked up all night.
When you are lapping up the remnants of cum juice from my pussy, you may have a chance to listen to me as I call up my girlfriend in the middle of the night, still buzzing on champagne, telling her about the man who recently fucked me. Down to every last detail.
The size of his cock. How his dick felt inside of me. How he pumped so hard and had me moaning in orgasm. All of this you will hear as I twist my fingers affectionately in your air while you clean up my pussy with your tongue. I could make it a very, very long conversation.
How many months of this will I take before I am ready to take you to the next level – the club itself, bringing you along, locked up, watching me as I select my man-fuck of the night? By then, I will be quite popular at the club, as many men will have had the chance to fuck me. Only the hottest men, tall, with broad shoulders, and big, thick cocks.
I will have you go around the club modestly and look at men, trying to identify for me who has the largest cock based on the bulge in their pants. I am quite capable of dancing seductively with a man, rubbing my ass into his crotch, to create the bulge. Your job will be to evaluate it.
And then once you have told me who may have the biggest dick in his pants, I will seduce him and invite him back home, letting him know that he’s going to have the time of his life.
When we get home with my new toy, I may blindfold him and then put lipstick on you and make you suck his dick while I go make myself a drink. It will be so entertaining for me to hear him react to your expert dick sucking while I lounge and read a magazine, having you as my own personal slut fluffer.
Why should I have to tire my jaw and succumb to the musky taste of dick when you can do it for me? And you are so good at it, after all. You can take the largest, thickest cock with ease into your mouth, and he won’t know the difference. I’ll put my perfume on you, put my lipstick and lipgloss on you, and he’ll be so turned on, he won’t even care.
Even if he thought it might be a man sucking his dick, he will be so turned on, he won’t care – that’s how GOOD you are at sucking dick. And that’s why I have been making you practice, isn’t it?
As much as I would enjoy having you finish him off and eat the load, or having him cum on your face as I watch and giggle, I will have to pull you aside when he’s on the brink and push him into the couch to mount him myself.
That will be your cue to crawl away, quietly, and get into your cage. Maybe I will let you watch – if you are good. But I don’t expect it to take very long, because I’ll straddle him and fuck him hard from on top, using his cock to drive myself to orgasm while riding him.
Champagne will be chilling and strawberries dipped in chocolate will be in waiting for us, after all. Dessert, after a night of fucking, will be sweet.
For you, it will consist of whatever is left inside of me – by my date. You will once again find yourself slurping up every last drop.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
