Stupid Fucktoy dreams.
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Posted:Dec 22, 2023 1:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2023 5:51 am 2859 Views
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So there she kneeled... so many kneeling fucktoy dreams and drove her to this moment of insanity where she is waiting for this supposedly slow witted farm boy to walk in the room. Blindfolded in the garter, stockings, heals and matching bra how fucking stupid is this. A smart in charge never does anything stupid now kneeling as his fucktoy of servitude. What does he think one suck of his cock and now pussy is his and magic orgasms captures the happy servitude??? Where do stupid dreams like this come from this is going to be a fucking train wreck if I even live though it. I can see my sitting crying at the funeral hearing so how did Cheryl die??? Ohhhh I'm so fucking horny want is wrong with me why can't I be regular horny like everybody else??? I don't believe it I'm actually doing this how did he talk me into this? Worse part is he didn't he just said he had done it before and it was the most intense experience you can have and live through. What the fuck is wrong with my brain it's got to me the menapuase attack or something. A month of shaving that pussy bald every day I feel a draft that must be why I feel so wet I must be dripping on the floor. Ohhh I hear the key card swipe and beep the door I want to scream or cry or something what the fuck if feels like my nipples are going to pop. Where have all these senses been when I wanted them? Ohhh if I die this is going to be really stupid!
She hears his voice she has only heard on the phone. HI Cheryl. Thank you you look pretty sexy like that! She blirts out a YES SUUR... The farmer does his laugh and says that is a premature Yes Sir and you really suck at it. Well she's shaking now and that horny bitch between her legs is on fire. Cheryl your hands are supposed to be holding each other behind your back. She moves her hands to comply. He slowly walks around her kneeling there keeping is distance but she can hear his moans. She says Sir I'm scared this is so stupid. He steps right in front of her and she can feel the heat from what has to be a bulge in his pants. He grasp her hair gently and guides her cheek in contact with him. Yep it's a bulge yep pussy is pulsing and gripping on nothing. He gently holds her in close and says to slowly inhale and and know she craves to taste.her deepest dreams always in this position knowing she is why he is hard and feeling him enter her mouth and want to fill her throat. Her lips are pursing and licking the bulge in his pants and closing her eyes tight behind the blindfold as she inhales and craves being his so many times in the future. She cries with pleasure she wants to hear so bad his moans of happiness from her doing her from her heart. She wants so bad to be drunk on his cock and earning him deep and hard inside his hands all over and in control of her body. Who the fuck cares anymore is strong men do this to her body and she wants to just serve what she creates. 4000 fucking years women have yearned to have the man to be on her knees for. He says Cheryl you can unzip me and kiss and lick me but you may not suck or stroke yet. Just like a trained little fucktoy just like in her dreams she blurts out Yes Sir... pussy in charge making her the fucktoy he needs... licking and kissing what she wants if fucking torture. She has her moaning and her lips and tongue sense without her sight him bigger and harder from her eagerness to please.
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An Alpha Submissive's Grounding Recharge
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Posted:Dec 22, 2023 12:30 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2023 5:52 am 3203 Views
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She smiles as she can't believe Her... Mrs Campfrey, Executive Trustee in charge of 4 boards and President/CEO of a Fortune 500, is looking in the mirror at some Fucktoy maid of his in this catalog ordered costume with this name patch button he made her have her personal assistant order... Cheryl on the button pinned to her outfit. There is Cheryl in the mirror cleaning his fucking house! 1000's of dollars for her matching garter and bra of actual silk allowing her nipples to barely show through her blouse normally under her trim cut jacket. His fucktoy in the mirror in a 29.99 maid costume. If she just doesn't look in the mirror she feels so grounded and on fire between her legs knowing he owns the excitement. What the fuck millions of dollars to play with and she only gets revved up with his caveman ways! When she lets go to just being his and enjoy his direct language for her to follow... this amazing flow of satisfaction happens. She feels the vibrations of him just soak into her skin and right up her skirt brushing her greatest powers of excitement with the draft of a breeze. For session and sessions she tried to figure out if he puts some fragrance or scent in the air that triggers this spell or something he does. The fucker just smiles and "she" says 'yes sir' with no permission from her complex mind always in charge and always precise in the lead. She's tried to train other men to take charge for a time so she can recharge and no matter how she teaches she can't make them learn correct ways. So she cleans his place just a tad frustrated he's not there getting turned on by how well she can bend over and do task in these same heals that click down the hallway to the conference room. She knows she has her people trained to be ready at the sound of her stride. Well insulated from any sexuality presented in her direction well trained eyes all around her not getting caught and capturing a snapshot for later. Why is it the fire she cherishes the most at her most grounding recharging places flares at being his maid, at being his file girl, at being Bubbles his slutty secretary? Why and how can he only need this servitude a few times a month and not crave this every night? Last session those tears from him sucking those horribly sore nipples and one of the most intense orgasms cumming in his hand taking access from her short skirt. Un fucking believable her well disciplined mind not even able to do the alphabet as the simple task of putting the peace of paper in her hand in the correct file. The vulgar idea of a mans hand grabbing between her legs and stealing all control. How is it her fire knows her so well like long lost beings from another dimension. Fuck who cares have the orgasm in his hand then sit in his lap and take the relief of his lips and tongue on those nipples that are hard for a week after he doesn't listen to the pleas and feels pussy has no agreement with your words. To sit in his lap and feel that wetness of why the fuck is she so soaked pressing into the bulge of his pants humping like a primate, his lips on your sore tits making you grind out another orgasm like no one else can ever give and will have to last until his next playing with his fucktoy. That fucker feeds on the yes sirs and please sirs he somehow knows she needs to voice... a twisted fuck randomly having that not be enough and having to purr/growl/snarl like a cat or the control ends and takes away another finale. Where the fuck does he make that growl come from? That's really not fair but who can really argue with his results. She just smiles as she washes his dishes he had to leave in the sink on purpose just to irritate her and having her pushing against the counter and growling with need. Dang she's all fired up at the sound of the click of her heals on his kitchen floor bending over to get the dishtowel from the handle. The draft from the movement and hearing his Diesel truck come in the drive she can't even describe how amazing it is to be his for this time. His eyes will soon consume your body as he claims every inch for his pleasure both in the now and in the later. You would think he would grab what is his during that first embrace yet another man she can't teach but in this case ok. He comes in the door through the garage. You greet him from the kitchen... yep his sweetest eyes consume you and his smile as he says Hi CHERYL... your nipples swell as he so obviously reads your button and checks out your tits... you now love this outfit you wear for him. Best return on investment any 29.99 could ever have. Well accept that fucking leather Pig Slappper from Farm and Fleet you paid 19.99 in cash and had to tell the checkout girl... yes it's for my ass. Oh the nature of natural grounding by playing the roles that fill your dreams. What powers of creativity it unleashes as you embrace to create. To wrap your fingers around the deepest of desires and let them take the from needed for basic answers of desire. Just enter the dream that dares to repeat.
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