That is until I move my hands down your belly and to the front of the barely-there panties. A thick, dripping bulge will greet me, and I’ll take special amusement in stroking, massaging, using my nails on the length of the shaft bulging out of the lingerie until your body is twitching and you are losing your cool under pressure.
Good morning my corporate slut,
How well do you think you could “hold up”?
I wonder about you and your cool composure sometimes. I wonder about just how long it would take me to break you completely, to make you lose your cool during an intense and important conference call, or what I could do to humiliate you so much in public that you’d have to excuse yourself to go hide in a corner for a little while.
After all, stripping away your strong exterior is one of my favorite pastimes.
It’s been too long since I visited your office and made you endure pain and humiliation while leading a “state of the industry” conference call briefing with your company. Since these calls typically last about 45 minutes, I have plenty of time to fill with tasks and torments that will entertain me and get me hot all at the same time.
“Hands-free” phones are wonderful. A speakerphone wouldn’t be ideal, because your audience may hear the locking of buckles, the tightening of leather straps, the squirting of lubricant. However, a headset phone is absolutely ideal, allowing me to fully immerse you in my own degrading playground while you try to conduct business.
If you are a good boy, I might even let you keep your notes in front of you.
You can expect a few things, though. And know that the ultimate goal in all of this is to make me so wet that by the time your call finishes, all I want to do is lock you into my pussy collar and make you bring me to orgasm as quickly as possible.
That is if I don’t finish the job myself first.
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It’s easy for me to imagine and plan all of the deliciously degrading things I can do to you – or make you do – while you try to keep your composure on the company-wide conference call.
How would you feel having to strip – slowly – out of your suit and into embarrassing, tight, frilly and feminine lingerie while I sit back, watching you, pleasuring myself, moaning with every move of your hips?
Watching you unbutton your shirt, lower your trousers. Just the image in my mind is enough to get my heart racing. Seeing you roll up the white lace stockings and fasten them up, watching you fit the tight, ultra-girlie white bra around your broad chest. All while talking about the bottom line, facts and figures, and the impact of the economy. Priceless!
I’ve decided that next, you will have to give me a lapdance. Just like you are a high-paid stripper. And you will be dressed like one, anyway. Right down to the spiked pumps! I’ll perfume you for good measure – adding a spritz of the latest girlie scent on your cleavage.
Sitting back in your chair, looking at you as you grind and press your tight feminine body against me, like a pro stripper, making all the right faces. How could I not enjoy this? I may wave a few dollar bills in your direction, making you turn around and bend over, rubbing your g-stringed ass cheeks against my crotch suggestively. Oh, trust me, you will be putting on quite a performance, all while talking professionally to your entire staff.
Why is it that I think you will find your natural groove as my stripper dance queen? In lingerie, swiveling your hips, feeling my hands as they explore your body (as a customer, I get special privileges, of course). I will take my time exploring the feel of the sweet, sexy lingerie on your masculine body, enjoying how the panties rest over your hips, sliding my thumbs down the back g-string, pulling it taut up your ass cheeks.
And your nipples. I’ll delicately tease and torment them through the white lace of the bra, making sure you continue to dance, writhe and move your body the whole time. I bet if I close my eyes and just focus on your hard nipples, inhaling the sweet scent of the perfume, it will be as if you are really a stripper…
That is until I move my hands down your belly and to the front of the barely-there panties. A thick, dripping bulge will greet me, and I’ll take special amusement in stroking, massaging, using my nails on the length of the shaft bulging out of the lingerie until your body is twitching and you are losing your cool under pressure.
Your staff may think your voice is quivering because you are so passionate about the sales numbers. I don’t think so. I may give you a quick break to pull yourself together, but it will only be to allow you to watch me step into my strap on harness, lube up my 8-inch cock, and pleasure myself a little bit before snapping my fingers and ordering you down on all fours, ass raised.
Seeing you prone like that may put me over the edge. Making you talk – carefully – even as you reach behind and pull the g-string from your ass to give me access.
I’ll take a moment to enjoy the show – enjoy you preparing your body for the thickness of my cock – as you do your best to relax, spread your own asscheeks and make yourself prone and available to my large dildo.
I know that it will be very, very difficult for you to remain quiet and calm when my cock enters you. This is where it gets interesting. We both know that you would find it absolutely impossible to remain quiet if I penetrate you too fast, too deep. You could not keep the muffled whimpers from escaping if I do anything – anything at all other than going precisely slow and deliberate.
So how will I choose to violate you, when your career and ego and livelihood are on the line – literally?
Maybe I am excited by the ultimate challenge – the idea that you will fight to keep your composure as my cock pumps in and out of your tight, tight ass with deliberate rhythm and purpose. Just know that I will be hanging on your every word – just like the rest of your company-wide audience – and making sure my thrusts are appropriately timed.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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