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Tabbitha fantasy Pt 2
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Tabbitha fantasy Pt 2 Yes, I'm a sub. but I have my sadistic moments too "wink" I'm going to have sit in a meeting with my dickhead boss smelling like sex. I didn't take a shower after the fuck filled commute yesterday. I love it that the stranger's cum is still up inside me. I go into my meeting to take notes & Mr. Wiseman is sitting there trying to peek up my skirt. I have to keep my panties on to keep that guys cum from running down my thighs. “Mr. Wiseman, what are you staring at?” I demand. He nervously clears his throat & his face turns red from embarrassment. “Once again you're trying to see what's under my skirt, you're such a pervert. Drop your pants & bend over the desk” He shuffles around the desk & presents his ass. “How many times have I told you, no looking at my pussy without permission”, as I slap his milky white cheeks red with his desk name plate a dozen times. His pathetic penis is trying to get hard. “Look at your prick trying to rise, you really think something that small can satisfy me? Where's that raise you promised me? And my company credit card? You're really slacking off on your duties Wiseman. For that you will pay.” Reaching in the desk drawer I pull out binder clips. Grabbing his saggy balls & place three on each sack, two along the under side of his<b> scrotum. </font></b>Then I put one on each nipple. He welps in pain. I remove a bamboo cane discretely hidden in a floral display & bring it across the front of his thighs. And again four more times. “You little bitch, you can't even do as you're told. I'm not done with you yet.” I grab one of the plastic chop sticks left from lunch. His dick tip is oozing precum. I take the end of the chop stick & start to work it in his urethra. He wiggles & grimaces under the the sensation. “Aww look, we got just under half of it in there. If you were hung the way a man should be hung you could take more”, I laugh, loving his uncomfortable situation. Going over to the shelf I grab a polished marble statue. It's an abstract of a person a foot tall & a 3 inch diameter. It looks perversely phallic. It's become his favorite toy. I sit it on the chair & he knows exactly what to do. He reaches back & parts his cheeks revealing his stretched out hole. “Now before you sit your faggoty ass on that, you know what you're duty is. I have a special treat for you. My snatch is full of cum from some guy & it's been in there since yesterday morning. You're getting day old spunk out of my cunt. You better not miss a drop.” With that I straddle over his face, parting my vaginal lips & covering his mouth & nose. I love it when he can't breathe & his nose tickles my clit. He furiously darts his tongue in & out of my pussy, using is like a scoop to get all that juice. The previous days sperm is kind of congealed. But he hungrily eats it, knowing better than to miss any. Wiseman bounces like a bitch in heat on that statue, burying his face deeper into my pussy. I reach down & work the chop stick in & out of his dick, fucking the hole. He moans loudly in my cunt & the vibration makes me gush, he laps up every bit of my cum juices. “What a good boy you were today” as I get off his face. “Now lick your toy clean, but first write me out a check. I feel like taking that of a wife of yours shopping & I'm taking the rest of the day off, take your own notes” |
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