How can I say this politely, you’re about to get fucked.
I mean from the way I saw you looking at me, staring at my tits in my tight fitting top
And you dropping those lyrics about how you can make my bed rock
But…
You’ve got that look of innocence on your face
Can just imagine my pussy pushed up all over it
Will you be a good boy and lick my clit?
I see you everyone morning at the same bus stop, briefcase, tie and that sexy business suit. I want to rip your clothes off, just to get a reaction, and maybe some oral satisfaction.
So when I got that phonecall in the early hours, I knew what you wanted. You could not take it anymore, especially when I told you that I want you to fuck me while I’m on all fours. I hurt you stutter, stammer a bit, you got all tongue tied, rather cute really.
I asked you straight up “Do you want to fuck me?”.
Then there was that silence, you know the type, when you know someone’s knows that you know what they are thinking.
And all I heard was your reply “Yes”.
I told you exactly how I wanted it to be done, that I wanted you handcuffed to my bed while I used my vibrator to buzz your balls, on low speed of course. You moaned, when I said this. I think it took you some time to register the fact that I was serious and not playing but I understand that my approach to sex might scare you.
Then you freaked me out a bit and asked if I could put your suit on and fuck you on your desk at work and I thought about it and said why not.
“You’re wicked, very wicked”, you said.
Like I didn’t know that already, but you love it. Who else will fuck you like I’m about to, I’ll turn you out and by the time I’m finished your cock will have been licked, sucked and deep throated, no complaints from you then.
I’ll be wearing the choker, bustier, skirt and thigh high boots, no panties, right just like you said. Let’s get this straight, I’ll be outside your building at 1pm and you will let me in, remember to tell the staff to go home, I really don’t want to be disturbed.
