You are sitting on a sofa scrolling your Instagram when I enter the room and walk, without pause or hesitation, directly toward you. I step up on the white leather sofa. You fall back, your shoulders against the crest roll, and drop your hands and phone, which falls between the cushions. You glance down at my black leather loafers against your thighs, my legs close to your cheeks and ears. As you take a deep breath, you recognize my unique scent and a trace of some woodsy-smelling cologne from the morning.
"Unbuckle," I tell you. You unbuckle my belt.
"Zipper."
You unbutton my soft, light slacks and pull the zipper down.
"Take it out and into your mouth," I tell you.
You pull the pants down slightly and feel some resistance, brace yourself for a surprise like you do during scary movies. You pull my slacks down more, and my dick springs, hitting your chin.
"Remember why you are here," I say.
You will serve every desire I have. You may have beautiful eyes, skin, and hair, but it's your lips I am now focused on.
"I am going to fuck your soft mouth with my hard cock," I tell you.
Your mouth is still closed but your eyes are looking up at me, like a pet to her master, waiting for the next command... or treat thrown her way. I press the fat swollen head of my cock on your lips, which slightly part. Your tongue slowly emerges. That is all of the opening I need. I push my cock into your mouth, over your tongue, farther, farther, until it hits the back of your throat. As I hear you struggle, adjusting, gagging, I push even more. I leave it there, throbbing and pulsing. You have a look of discomfort and slight panic with your mouth and eyes both stretched so wide open. I don't care. I close my eyes because it feels so good to have the warmth of your soft lips, tongue, and mouth wrapped around my hard dick. I pump it deeply. I need more.
You are gasping and gagging, unable to control your saliva or the strength, size, and force upon you.
"I am going to fuck your pussy now," I tell you as I gradually withdraw my dick from your mouth and, in almost one motion, reach around your waist and pull your body off the sofa while turning you around. You feel tiny as you realize you've been spun. Suddenly, you are facing the other way. Your stomach and chest are pressed against the back of the sofa. You are up on your knees on the sofa cushions. I lift your skirt. I am pleased and smile. You remembered my instructions not to not wear panties.
"I am going to fuck this pretty tight little ass now. It's mine. I own it. You're going to take it like a good girl."
But who are we fooling? I know who you really are. You're going to like it because I know, deep down, you're not a good girl at all. You're a naughty bad girl who secretly begs me to do the things that you can't bring yourself to ask for.