You're nothing to me. I step into your high-powered office, or mold an angular line softly lit,
and I watch you adjust your big short tie for a moment. I've prepared myself for another
round-through of a home drama routine, but I suspect that you are hardly prepared for the
major event that's about to befall you. Finally, you notice I've arrived, and you seat yourself
in the chair you've placed in the center of the room. I remove my white-brimmed hat and hang it
off the coat stand. I have you transfixed as I undo the belt on my trench coat,
and listlessly let it fall to the floor, bunching at my strappy pointed and elegant stilettos.
I'm wearing a black basque with gold lacing that hugs my life figure.
Matching minimalistic thongs, sheer silk stockings suspended at my thighs so shapely and smooth,
a single gutter at the top of one, with a little pink bow, as if it meant something.
My eye makeup is dark and dramatic, sultry and smoky, accentuating
the bright shimmering of the eyes that gaze at you from this arresting backdrop.
My lips glisten, an almost metallic, deeply erotic, deep shade of purple.
You are captivated within the unending gaze I've directed at you,
and now I'm about to draw you deeper into my thrall.
I drop to my knees gracefully and let my hair fall over my face.
Then I begin my slow sensual cat crawl towards you, my eyes locked on yours all the while.
You can't help but notice how my ass moves from side to side.
You like that? I know. It's so easy for me.
I know I can move. I've made men cum in their pants just by watching me,
simply by watching my seductive teasing gestures, each careful movement flowing seamlessly into the
next, the gentle undulating flow of my flawless body flowing in the entering before you, getting
closer and closer. I split your knees apart now, arch my back full of chastity, slamming
arch my back full of chastity, slowly pushing my pert and exquisitely defined breasts forward,
and a right and easy wave up between your thighs. I mesmerize you with my hypnotic motion.
I can sense your stiffness, your desperate need. You've never wanted anything so badly as you want
me now, and I know it. Yet you are powerless and thronged where you sit, powerless to do anything,
only wait for my next move. Now, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?
I'd bring my face just inches from yours, my shimmering eyes still peering and probing,
being right into your depths. A strand of hair catches on my smooth lip as I undo your belt
and unzip your fly, setting free your hard pulsating leg. Easy, boy. Don't come just yet.
Dark top of fingernails trail up your thighs. I flatten my palms to the base of your abdomen,
then I draw them up to your chest. My immovable stare keeps you captivated. With my melodic
grace, I push off you abruptly to crouch with my back to you now. Slowly, I start to straighten
my incredible legs, and so, very sensually, I press my ass into that straining cork.
How I'd love to just empty your entire self over that heavenly ass, but you've got to hold on to
it, boy. Not yet. No, no, no, no, no. I can feel that heart aching as I slowly rock my hips,
gently, slowly. I know that feels fucking amazing. With a single step, and a twirl, I fold it to your
lap and throw my glaring eyes back at yours over my shoulder. I'm goading you as I constrict the
surrounds of my gaze, tunneling its intensity focused right on your core, and I'm practically
titty-pating the words. You can do what you want. You're nothing to me. Now fucking spank my ass.
Now fucking spank my ass. Again. You can feel how that turns me on. You can feel the warmth coming
from between my thighs. Yes, do it. Yes, do it harder. Harder. I sweep myself up and throw a leg,
all in one fluid, and a fine arching movement straddling your lap now. I keep your eyes on
mine as I pull the narrow band of fabric between my legs to one side, and I position my hips.
Just now, you begin to feel my sublime, sleek warmth creeping down your tortured cork.
Let me drag all your pain out. Feel the precious relief that comes from inside of you.
Feel how skillfully I can manipulate all those tiny muscles within my vagina. Can you feel that
delectable, slippery rippling? Feel it ripple, tickling and teasing, riding you until like now.
I want you to feel it. Really feel it. Feel how my drenched pussy strokes you. When I'm in control
like this, I can tease you indefinitely. Or it would feel like taking you down as a slammer.
Into you as I thrust into your heart and faster, mercilessly fucking you, picking on pace, slamming
into your heart and faster, plus slipping all over your sleep before I take again and again,
and then faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster,
and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster,
gazing into your eyes. I can see you've just about lost your mind and I fuck your maw,
dripping, slipping, plus rippling over your cork. Feel your tight length as I soak it with my
drizzling honey, as I stroke it with my hot pussy. You need to blow and I'm not going to let you go
yet. I'm not going to let you just yet. Don't come. I want to slam on your heart and faster, fuck you.
It might sting. Oh, pussy, I'm not done yet. Hear it now. Hear the juicy cunt as it fucks you.
I pull myself into you, pressing my breasts into your chest,
hips vibrating, thrusting steel. You need to come. Show that load deep inside me. Fucking come inside me.
Come deep inside me. Come right now. Come right now. Come right now. With barely sound, I climb
off you. I slip back into my coat and grab my hat.
I pause by the door to look back at you for a moment and then I leave.