You miss it. You miss the feeling of having your mouth full of cock. In fact, I bet you crave it to be leaking precum, dripping fluid. You wish it were warmer, thicker. You ache for it to ejaculate all over your face. When your eyes are closed I know what you are really dreaming of as my hips start really getting into a rhythm and I am literally pumping back and forth, your throat opening up wide.
Good morning my corporate slut,
It’s been a little too long, hasn’t it?
I always wonder if I gave you too long of a break, would you return to your virgin-like state of innocence, fear, desperation? Even more, would your ass return to its tight, impenetrable form, like in the days where I had to constantly search for the lubricant or scold you to settle down, stop whimpering like a baby, and tell you to – scoffing – take it like a man.
Part of me misses the days when you were so fragile. But even giving you a couple of weeks of a “break” probably lets you get just comfortable enough to forget, almost, how ruthless I can be when armed with a leather harness and an insatiable attitude.
The look in your eyes, always, when I prepare my leather harness is what already gets me hot. Watching you as you are on your knees, even in your most expensive suit. Shaking. Watching me tighten the buckles around my hips, the cock bobbing precariously in front of me.
I enjoy taunting you by taking my time. Lubricating it, that is if I decide not to make you suck on it first. Lubricating it slowly by squirting a stream of glossy fluid down the shaft and then slowly sliding my hand up and down, gripping it, watching your expression, knowing what you are thinking. Well, guessing at least.
Imagining I am stroking your cock, perhaps?
Imagining how good it must feel to have these slick gloved hands sliding that lubricant up and down your shaft – your cock, which has been neglected for so long, you forgot what it feels like to be stroked?
And my touch is so perfect, so sexual, my hips barely moving, it’s almost as if the cock is real. I do love stroking it, and just jerking off, so to speak, while you watch, kneeling in your suit, is enough to already get me moist. How long can I do this?
Well, let me put it this way. On some days, it’s almost as fun as making you suck my cock. Well, almost.
**
Nothing compares to making you suck my dick as “foreplay” for banging you.
Isn’t that romantic?
I don’t know about you, but I get hot just writing that line. On the days I feel like taking you for a rough ride, even when you are in this “re-virginal” state, it means I am grabbing you by a fistful of hair, ordering you to open your mouth, and just shoving the head of my cock in and demanding you take it all.
I long for that first groan, gasp, gulp, choke, whimper. Whatever the sound may be, that first reaction, it’s what makes me start to drip in my own panties. That first wince, your body tensing, your eyes shut tight, or looking up at me in shock or desperation, or if they are going to start watering. “Wheel of reactions,” so to speak – whatever I am going to get, as a result of shoving my dick in your mouth, is going to start getting my femdom juices flowing, literally. And it’s always a delight.
Then, next, watching how your mouth strains to accommodate the length and width of my cock. Always so hard until your jaw adjusts again. After having several days “off” from cocksucking, your muscles need to readjust. How long does that take? Every moment is pleasurable for me because these moments are the ones where you are straining, aching, your body trembles, you struggle not to gag, you choke a little, your eyes fill up with moisture.
But you are straining to perform, to please. And you are straining to take more and more of the shaft into your mouth because you want it so bad – that’s what is so hot to me. You miss it. You miss the feeling of having your mouth full of cock. In fact, I bet you crave it to be leaking precum, dripping fluid. You wish it were warmer, thicker. You ache for it to ejaculate all over your face. When your eyes are closed I know what you are really dreaming of as my hips start really getting into a rhythm and I am literally pumping back and forth, your throat opening up wide.
I can tell what you want and need. That’s when I find myself reaching to the nasty places, and the darkest places of my mind, and pleasuring myself as I fuck your mouth. Cumming while I fuck your mouth is an intense, insane pleasure.
When I do it, it may mean temporary relief from bending you over and taking your ass next. Or, it may just mean a short break.
After all, we have to make up for time lost.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
(c) Copyright 2013, 2022. All rights reserved. akasha@akashaweb.com
