All the while, my big shaft in your mouth, you can’t hide that your own dick is absolutely bulging, popping out of the pink lace panties, the tip of it glistening with your own precum. How embarrassing for you. I would make you scoop up all of that pre-cum and lick it up, slurp it, savor it.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Do you want to know what really makes me the hottest? When I see the look on your face the moment you realize what is about to happen to you. That moment when you suddenly become aware that my “visit” will include some self indulgence.
You may have no idea what is hidden in my black leather bag. They think that I am always bringing your gym clothes that you forgot. Oh, you will be getting a workout, for sure, but not that kind.
When I unzip the bag and pull out my long leather harness with the various straps and buckles, it’s as if my second sense can feel you start to tremble, even across the room. Is that what I long for, most of all? Maybe. I know that when your body starts to react and you cannot hide it, you are already slipping into my spell.
Seeing you look at me with a combination of fear, arousal, despair is what starts to get me wet. That’s all it takes. Feeling the leather of the harness in my fingertips is hot foreplay, too. But it’s nothing like the look in your eyes when you see which cock I have pulled out of the bag to fasten to the harness.
Will it be the extra-long, thick, humiliating one that you can barely wrap your lips around – let alone THINK about having inside of you?
Or will it be the very realistic, degrading ejaculating cock that is most certainly filled with some saved loads of cum – or something even more humiliating – ready for your cum facial or to make you practice the ultimate in cum guzzling.
I always come equipped with a variety of “dicks” and no real plans. I could enjoy just fucking your mouth for some time, holding your head in my hands, degrading you as I pump my hips so fast and furious toward your face that your eyes water and you gag on it.
And I could take one hand, of course, and pleasure myself, coaching you, licking my juices from my fingertips, ordering you, “Don’t you fucking look at me, look at that big dick you are sucking! I didn’t say you could watch me…” Oh, I would make you watch a mirror, maybe. But never, ever do you get to see my pleasure myself as I fuck your mouth!
Lubing up my ejaculating cock is especially entertaining to me because I know you are filled with humiliation, uncertainty, dread. Wondering what the contents of the bulb are, wondering where this huge load is going to end up. In your ass? All over your face? Will I make you guzzle it as I fill your mouth over and over again, the shaft scraping your teeth, filling your cheeks?
I may just push the tip of the cock against your lips and let a little leak out to humiliate you, make you lick it up, savor it, roll your tip around the head of my dick as I comment on how much you seem to enjoy it.
That’s the “rub,” isn’t it? All the while, my big shaft in your mouth, you can’t hide that your own dick is absolutely bulging, popping out of the pink lace panties, the tip of it glistening with your own precum. How embarrassing for you. I would make you scoop up all of that pre-cum and lick it up, slurp it, savor it. You know, I get off on even the simplest things, like making you very, very suggestively lick and suck your finger and roll your tongue around it.
There’s nothing quite like making you assume your position. On all fours, then reaching around and spreading your own ass cheeks wide for an ‘inspection,” allowing me to take my time as your self-consciousness swells even faster than your dick.
Once I am certain you are clean, shaved and presentable, then you may feel the sudden, shocking, cool feel of latex fingers and lips pumping into your asshole. Oh, the inhumanity! What do I care? I want a nice, tight, well-lubricated hole for my dick. In fact, I might even make you sit there and lubricate your asshole while I watch. After all, isn’t it your job to prepare yourself and present your orifices to me?
And then, after you are lubed up and ready, I absolutely love how your ass feels the first time I press the head of my shaft against it. The tension, denial, anxiety. I love it how every single time it’s like the first time and you struggle to relax. How pathetic! You are trying to relax so it doesn’t hurt you, yet your cock is bobbing, bulging, oozing precum. Dripping it on the floor, making a mess so I have to stop and make YOU lick it up. It’s the ultimate in irony. Your ass and ego deny how much you want to be fucked hard.
I don’t care how long it takes you to loosen up and accept my dick. And you know I just love holding you still by the hips and getting a nice, tight rhythm going, pounding your ass cheeks with all 8 inches.
The sounds you make just push me to the edge. Masturbation is barely necessary at this point, just the friction of my crotch against your butt cheeks as I get the cock all the way in you – well, by then, I may as well explode and be done with it!
But I manage to hold on so I can enjoy watching my cock sliding in and out of your ass cheeks, listening to you moan and exhale and groan and beg.
Sometimes, I almost forget to cum. But that’s the best part, isn’t it? When I time my orgasm so I actually cum – and you hear me cum – just as I intensely squeeze the bulb and shoot the huge load of cum into your hole. Filling you right up.
And then you have such a nice reminder the rest of the day, having to wear a maxi pad to capture all the leaking cum from your asshole.
Sometimes you have to wonder just how big the load is. Maybe you will find out when I fuck your mouth….
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
