Mallory was tense all day at work. But it was a pleasant tension, filled with delicious, erotic longing, her pussy lubricated and wanting beneath her short black skirt and tiny white lace panties with the thong back, her mouth-watering nipples hard and erect through her white men's button shirt and delicate lace bra. Would her stud come in? Was she crazy thinking he'd adopt her as his little sex slave? Just the idea that he'd pay that much attention to her and find her desirable to the point of using her like a slave led again to her gushing in an acute sexual arousal.
It had never occurred her to be such a slut, but she knew it wouldn't take much convincing from him for her to spread her legs for him right there in the parking lot, in his car, or in the restroom. She was THAT turned on and desperate for his sexual attentions.
She wanted him to shove his cock into her mouth, into her pussy, so much; she wanted to feel his strong hands push her to the ground, to her knees, and make her take him into her hot little mouth, where he would fuck her, thrusting his hips as he slid his hard shaft in and out of her willing, submissive, pretty mouth; she wanted to stroke and pet his long hard manhood with her lovely hands, as soon as possible, to hold it in both hands and lick on it like a candy stick, to feel him stroke and pat her head and praise her as she put it in her mouth and felt him fuck her mouth with it, in and out, in and out, his balls swelling and large slapping her chin.
She knew she would not be able to concentrate on anything until she was was taken, used and fucked properly by her stud. She guessed that he'd want to take her from behind, and the thought of dutifully offering herself to him in that way drove her to distraction. She thought he might first lick her that way, and imagined feeling his breath on her pussy, his tongue, and then in a wild bit of imagination she thought of his tongue traveling up to her anus and brazenly partaking of her tight virginal hole. The thought that this man would eat her ass caused her to feel weak in the knees. Again - she knew instinctively that he would do many things that might shock her, and she was willing, even eager, anxious, to comply. She had never ever felt so ready to conform to another person's will. She couldn't wait.
She admitted to herself that she'd barely spoken to this man, and that most of what she was thinking as pure fantasy. What she knew for sure though was that whatever this man wanted, she would trust and comply. He was dangerous looking but she sensed his caring nature. He had a gigantic cock, clearly seen in those tight jeans, but he clearly knew how to use it. She was beside herself with anticipation, thinking, "I'm such a very lucky girl. I'm going to be the sweet innocent plaything for this manly stud."
The image of his crotch wouldn't leave her. Nor would the look he had on his face when he looked brazenly at her body. Images flashed by - the black speedo, swelling in her hand, at the beach while they kissed; the sight, and feeling, of his hard cock sliding into her young tight pussy; the look in his eye as he ordered her to do things to him; the heft and warmth of his balls as she lifted his scrotum to her mouth and licked him there, tasting his musk... the size and shape of each testicle as she sucked them into her pretty mouth, let them slip one by one between her sexy full lips and into the paradise of her warm wet little mouth, and the way he'd moan when her tongue lapped dutifully on them and explored his taint, and the suggestion, however frightening right now for her, that he might like her to explore further down and truly service and submit to his darkest wishes; the look of his strong, rough hand on her sweet apple breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling roughly on them. Each imagined tug, pinch and squeeze brought her closer to cumming.
