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3.5 ... cause I said it once
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3.5 ... cause I said it once He had started working with me an eternity ago. He was perfect. Tall, skinny, and quiet. Enough to watch and not have to listen too. Eye candy without the childish boredom of a myriad of problems people think I want to hear. This particular morning I was annoyed with last nights wasted activities and even more annoyed with the growing number of assholes who claim to be dominant. Fucking waste of a website. Fucking waste of money. Fucking waste. The vacuum swirling awoke me from my thoughts and got me back to work. From the corner of my eyes I saw it. Sticking out from his pleated khakis. Begging to be released. Pretending to be hot, which he was, thinking he was slick, he untucks his shirt, trying to keep his swollen secret. Smiling to myself, I pretend not to notice. Til I find myself dreaming.... of being forced down, taking him down, watching him.... I could feel my lips drying and mouth watering. Back to work. He has never bothered to speak to you... he must like tall chicks. As I gather the chairs thrown about last nights festivities, I realize he is in my way. A flood of decisions. GO for it. Stop. You work together. I want that. He needs something. The timing perfect. The silence deafening. Walking by, I purposefully brush my hand against him. Demanding a reaction. Answer me. Take me. Give me. Let me. I screamed silently. Sorry, he stutters. Grrr...... maybe another nudge. Take me you of a bitch!!!! Leaning back and keeping my eyes glued to his crotch. Letting them raise and meet his eyes, slowly. Carefully. Enough to give yourself an "out". After eternity passed, he spoke. Sometimes it has a mind of its own. Eyes back down. Watching. Wishing with all my might I had X ray vision. Or another pair of hands. Or the balls to just scream for him to have me.. Could be something in the room...or air. He walks towards me... Or maybe something likes him too. Backing off, only for a minute. Only for a second. Only because Im waiting for the clowns to arrive. And a cameraman..... He grabs my hand and brings me to the backroom... I couldnt tell you the thoughts flooding my brain. What if hes fucking crazy? What if he likes playing rough.... over rough. There is no one to hear you scream... or him for that matter. Before realizing it, he commanded me to kneel before him and make love to it. Like I need it. What, you think Im some fucking , just gonna kneel down and suck you off? His smirk was contagious and I couldnt hold my anger. The smile ruined me. No, not some fucking . MY fucking . My personal lil cum slut. Using that pretty mouth. Watching it stretch over me. Taking me down. My mind was spinning. The perfect words. I wanted to run and drop to my knees and take all he was. wasnt. going to be. is. I couldnt. I couldnt move. Run legs. MOVE!!!!! I tune in to, you know what forget it... you probably dont know how really suck a good dick anyway. Lets just go to work. As if pushed by some invisible force or my need to have this moment or just for having a dare I wanted to accept more than deny ... so much more. I found myself kneeling before him and with a flash his belt was removed. He made me work for the zipper, but nothing was deterring this moment for me. Nothing. Seeing the first trace of pre cum I lick gently, tasting him for the first time. Trying to maneuver my tongue into the opening of his drawers. Hes in my mouth. Finally. In my throat. Stretching these lips over him. Fuck, if this isnt heaven, kill me now. I want to live here. I want this to be home. Looking up at him, searching for approval, and finding none. My heart crushed. My ego broken. This really is nothing to him... the tears will be blamed on the lack of air. Push him down further... if Im going to be nothing, I will be nothing like youve ever had or going to have. You will remember me.. As if he reads my thoughts, he pulls himself out of the vice like grip I once head. Failure rushes me. What am I .. if I cant even suck a dick? The sick smile of a man who has won looms over me. The fire from me grows. A win you will not take. Or at least , the very least, know you have. Open your mouth. Let me show you. You arent bad, he mocks, but I could make you great... My mouth opens and I have already gotten this far. Finish this so you can learn. You want this anyway, use him to get someone else. The defiance flaring while the sad reality chimes in.. there is no one else. There is this, right now. Make this. Make this yours. Own this moment. Have this. He thrusts in me so violently, I choke. Holding me down, and watching as my eyes well, he smiles. He fucks at my mouth with no mercy. Trying to perfect getting air and keeping my mouth open for his next violation. A violation so wanted, so needed, so exciting, I would go without if need be. Pulling away, leaving me breathless... Keep your mouth open lil girl, he growled. He came into me with such fury one might have thought he was an innocent. I lapped frantically in the air making sure not to miss anything. I wanted all of this. All of him. I wanted to remember this when we went back to work.. which now, would be any minute. He kept his hands in my hair until he saw me gulp down all of it. Licking my lips in hopes of finding any part of him I missed, and finding none. The realization of this moment ending was almost unbearable. He smiled down on me and used his hands to pry my lips open, just to make sure I wasnt lying. He bent down, and I was sure he would kiss me... and I just heard the spit land in my mouth before I felt it. Just a lil humiliation to go with a blow job on company time. When I was sure the "date" was over I went to gain my thoughts and continue working. It was then he kissed me. Sudden. Unexpected. Heavenly. He pulled me into him. And kissed me. Again. Again. Until my lips hurt. I was so lost in heaven I didnt notice my button getting ripped off, my zipper was down before I was aware and this man that had never spoken to me was searching me... opening me.... Wait, wait, wait..... this wasnt part of it, I panted, not pulling away. Not removing his hand, just letting him know, dont pity fuck me... the moments spent on my knees in front of you have been perfect... dont ruin it...please... dont ruin this. No, lil cum slut. This wasnt part of it for you... but this was always for me he teased as he pushed his fingers into me... Im not letting you go.. not yet.. not for awhile...maybe not ever, now lay back, and let me have you. All of you. Dont fight me. With your mind or body and I will take you places you havent heard of... Trust me. With that, I was his. At any cost. |
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I should take the time to possess you. Just for fun. Or maybe not. Bend you over, watch your lovely visage in the mirror alternating from smiles to grimaces as you scream in pleasure and pain. This isn't the proper post for me to reply in this format But I don't care, this is my reply And is not not subject to your silly whims. Haiku? Poetry or prose with some discernable structure? I'm not that predictable. Pour my drink over your hair or tease your voracious mind with its promise It doesn't matter This is my fantasy now I own it As I do the intensity in my eyes The collar awaits one who merits it 31 flavors of flagrant fulfillment Powerful enticements Bold yet empty bravado Or the wicked musings of one who is confidently amused with your eloquent naivete? Intrigue On so many levels Opportunity meets preparation Dig it Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum Audentes Fortuna Iuvat Politicians. Lampposts. Assembly Required.
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This is intense. To find oneself in this situation, to trust so blindly, has to be incredibly erotic and sexually fulfilling. To be this man, one can only be so lucky. Bravo.
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I should take the time to possess you. Just for fun. Or maybe not. Bend you over, watch your lovely visage in the mirror alternating from smiles to grimaces as you scream in pleasure and pain. This isn't the proper post for me to reply in this format But I don't care, this is my reply And is not not subject to your silly whims. Haiku? Poetry or prose with some discernable structure? I'm not that predictable. Pour my drink over your hair or tease your voracious mind with its promise It doesn't matter This is my fantasy now I own it As I do the intensity in my eyes The collar awaits one who merits it 31 flavors of flagrant fulfillment Powerful enticements Bold yet empty bravado Or the wicked musings of one who is confidently amused with your eloquent naivete? Intrigue On so many levels Opportunity meets preparation Dig it ive always seen Crayolas when I play and release
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