The thought of those huge loads of cum – remember, they are super-sized loads – being pumped directly into your mouth in huge gushes. And you gag. And choke. But there is nothing you can do but keep sucking at the tube and swallowing and hoping that if you suck it in hard enough, the loads will go directly down your throat without lingering over your taste buds.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Wouldn’t it be absolutely fabulous if a company developed a drug that would massively, intensely and immediately increase your cum output? The result would be aching, swelling balls, increased horniness and “super sized” cum loads that would be four or five times the size…
I don’t know what got me thinking about this. I suppose it has something to do with my latest fascination about dressing you up in fine pink lingerie and a leather leash, taking you out on the town, making you watch me hook up with big stud men and then taking you home and locking you up to a milking machine while I fuck these suitors in the next room.
The diabolical power switch is what fascinates me most, I think. I get to have fantastic sex with well hung men, while you are suffering through increased cum production but nowhere for relief. Unless you count the pumping, ass pounding, electro-shock milking device as ‘relief.’
Not since Milking Matthew have I been so fascinated with equipment that involves tight restraints, cruel bondage and your ass being used to help the process of milking your loads for later “use.”
If your cum production was increased three, four or fives time the amount, imagine how huge loads of cum would be. Imagine, even better, how you would feel in full lingerie, your panties pulled down, your ass leaking with lubricant as the pumping mechanism stimulated your insides and the cum just squirted in large bursts through the clear tubing and down into the bucket for later.
The soundtrack to this delightful display? Of course, you’d get to hear me moaning in ecstasy in the next room as hung stud number three or four experienced the extremely tight, relentless grip of my pussy around his thick cock as he provided me the thrill of penetration – a sensation you will never, ever know.
Ahh, yes. It’s a fine little thought for a Monday morning, and one just sadistic enough to make you squirm a little in your office chair and forget, for a moment, the ringing of the telephones and the hustle that surrounds you this fine day.
I know the idea is just surreal enough, just sadistic enough, and just ‘fucked up’ enough to get your attention. And you can sit there and smile probably and reach down, tugging and poking at your crotch region, excited because you feel the lace of the panties around your bulge and feel the string up your ass just enough to cause you to wiggle the right way.
And you can get excited because you are safe – safe in the office, reading and thinking about how “fun” it would be to be locked into my imaginary milking contraption as your ass is prodded and poked and your balls squeezed and pumped, until finally, the loads come flying out of your cock and shooting through the clear tubing. Hell, you may even find yourself creating a special little wet spot in those panties when you let the fantasy go a little deeper, with the tubing swirling around up above and funneling down to the o-ring gag that is locked in place.
The thought of those huge loads of cum – remember, they are super-sized loads – being pumped directly into your mouth in huge gushes. And you gag. And choke. But there is nothing you can do but keep sucking at the tube and swallowing and hoping that if you suck it in hard enough, the loads will go directly down your throat without lingering over your taste buds.
I know, I know. These twisted and dark fantasies make your panties very tight and very uncomfortable for a couple of very significant reasons. First, they are safe.
Safe because you know this machine isn’t sitting in my basement (well, not yet at least) and you know that while I adore the idea of a big, thick cock in my pussy, I am not the type to go out and bed three or four strangers on a random night. Although I admit, the thought has crossed my mind more frequently.
But don’t get too “cocky,” my little small-penis slut. Because I often get ideas in my head and they excite me just enough to figure out how I can dial them back into reality.
So while I can’t get you to take a drug to make your cum loads 5 times bigger, I can certainly make you wait 5 times longer before the next time you ejaculate. We both know the size of the load would be – well, fairly spectacular.
And while I don’t intend to fuck a room full of strangers while you are in lingerie being ass pumped and milked, I could very well have made arrangements with a long, lost lover who has a HUGE dick and I know is fantastic in bed. For – say, as an example – tomorrow night.
And then, the lingerie. Maybe this time it’s a sweet lavender teddy with white thigh highs and a little rose in the front, with cute black pumps that lock around the ankles and a sparkly feminine lace collar. How would I know these specifics unless…well, unless I already had it in my possession?
So maybe tomorrow night you WILL be milked in the next room. Milked by a trained girlfriend who also works at the local dungeon. And she’ll have you on all fours with a big, inflated penis gag and a metal rod in your tight hole, and a tube collecting the loads. She also has a fondness for ball stretching, ball smashing, and ballbusting – she tells me. I just shrugged and said – hey, since I’m not paying you except in champagne and strawberries, you bust all the balls you want, hon.
She loved that.
And let’s just say my former mantoy, “Bruce,” is ready to give me a very, very good fucking, since it’s been some months since I enjoyed penetration (as we both know your cock – my property – has not and will not see the inside of my pussy in this lifetime). But it’s been even longer since you’ve had to come crawling to me in very sexy, very feminine lingerie to play the role of clean-up boy.
As you lick, worship, and suck every last drop from my pussy, I am sure my lady friend will be handing over the large vial of “load” she milked from you.
And what I do with that, oh, you will just have to wait and see. That’s simply the best part of all.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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