[F4M] Inappropriate Office Behaviour ... The appraisal [Script Offer] [Free Use] [Confrontation] [fsub] becomes [Fdom] [switching] take my [strapon] Lots of [L-bomb]s [marriage proposal] Sarcastic [Sir] prepare to be a [cuckold]
Script by u/AlamoPreacher, 4/14/2020
A sequel, with apologies to /u/ezy11 who wrote the incomparable original.
Summary: A free-use secretary uses her bosses 360 appraisal to tell him what she /really/ thinks, and wants from him.
Notes: As in the original, the speaker’s tone combines fluctuates between deferring, frustrated & angry, and exasperated/desperate before becoming a lot more 'this is how things will be from now on'.
Please feel free to change whatever you don't like or skip over sections. Also, as you'll see this is loooong.
Suggestions/stage directions/etc: denoted by *asterisks*
Emphasis denoted by /slashes/
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Knock Knock
*Sound of a bag being put down.*
Are you free now Sir? The appraisal? Yes, thank you sir.
May I sit? Thank you. Yes, I was surprised you asked for my feedback. Given that I’m just your personal asisstant. But, eh, thank you for including me on your list. I think managers usually just ask senior managers and their peers for feedback.
No. I don’t think any other managers have ever asked their personal assistants.
*resigned* Yes, I know there’s no rule that says you can’t ask a subordinate.
*pointed* I asked.
Uh huh. Well, I wanted, if it’s okay with you ... I, eh, I decided to be totally honest about it, and /thorough/.
I want to run through my notes with you before I enter them on the system.
Would you, would you like me to take off my blouse while I talk? Sometimes ...
*sad* Okay, sure. Yes, Maybe better to keep this professional.
*long pause*
That’s the thing, isn’t it? I mean, even after our talk? Last quarter? I mean, things, well, sure, they changed, a bit. You were a little less diffident, You would request me more brusquely, and more frequently, but ... yeah you /request/.
*pause*
This is difficult You’ve placed me in a difficult position by asking me to do this.
I think maybe you were thinking I’d just write, eh, *dumbly* “Great Boss. Five out of five.” and leave it at that. But that’s not who I am. I’m a professional, In every aspect of my job. I give my tasks here one hundred per cent. If I’m taking dictation. it’s flawless. If I’m sucking a cock, I give it everything. I want things to be done right whether I’m organising your schedule or taking it in my cunt.
And things aren’t perfect, are they, Sir?
No. If they were, you’d have my hair in your fist and your cock in my ass and I’d be gasping and moaning on your desk right now.
Well, I know you think that, but really, that’s the way it should be. Uh huh. A man, a /dominant/ man in a your position should take any opportunity to relieve himself in any available cunt, and you have this cunt available all the time.
I know Sir, but you asked for my feedback and this is how our working relationship is. I don’t know anything about the sales targets or the product forecasts. I’m sure your peers will give you that feedback. Our relationship is more personal and intimate.
See? Here it says “Rate how your manager interacts with you /in the course of your work/.”
And Sir, if I can say, and please, please understand, this is in the context of the form you asked me to fill out honestly /Our/ interactions are very poor.
I’m sorry Sir. Do you want me to leave? We can forget the whole thing. No? Right. Okay.
Well, see here, the next question. “How does your manager give you opportunities to grow and develop your skills and performance.”
I requested a spreader bar from supplies three weeks ago. I left it over there. Did you even think about using it on me? You must have done. But you didn’t do it. Mr. Kendrick, in accounts? he would have put me in it straight away. But yours is still there, unused, looking kind of sad.
*almost tearful* I’ve tried. You know I have. I’m so ashamed. I’ve worn the clothes you asked for. I’ve made myself available at any time. I’ve offered my holes to you to fuck in every way I can. *stifled sob*
At first, I thought, maybe. that you were in love with me. That sometimes happens between managers and their personal assistants. I really did wonder. And maybe that was the reason why you were still so, well, formal and backward. I thought maybe that you wanted to keep what interactions we do have private. You still haven’t used me in public like I suggested. You barely spank me, and when you do it’s kind of pathetic, like you feel you ought to, rather than I’m your property.
Mr. Hogan? Your opposite number in services? He cuffs his admin assistant. He velcros her legs to his desk and rams her every day after his team stand-up in his office. I mean he rams her /after/ the standup.
He leaves her there, legs spread, pussy on show /during/. You wouldn’t ever do that, would you? I mean you /couldn’t/, could you?
*accusing* You know why he does it, don’t you? You don’t? It’s to show his power and authority. He leaves poor Cathy there, her skirt thrown up over her waist, spreadeagled, helpless, her soft, vulnerable parts exposed to his whole team, just waiting to be used by him. He does it to show them his dominance. It’s a display of his power. Of his masculinity. It’s /necessary/.
I wrote out my notes for your feedback. It really wasn’t fun.
*reading*
Doesn’t make proper use of the resources provided by the company to assist in his job.
Unnecessarily deferential.
Tense and distracted in female company.
Unable to demonstrate power and domimnance.
No no. I mean, I know you’re effective in your job, but this is my appraisal of your performance, like I said.
I’m really sorry Sir, but this is all true. You know I wouldn’t lie.
This makes me sad. I know I’m not doing my job effectively. I know I’m not really helping you to remain at peak performance, and that is my purpose here.You’re tense and distracted. I thought, you know, that maybe it’s me. Maybe you just don’t /like/ me.
Remember? I considered asking for a transfer but you were so insistent that I stay.
That’s when I thought - maybe he’s in love with me? But that’s not it, is it?
Because, when I looked back over my notes, I realised they read more like a /diagnosis/.
Here’s the thing, Sir. I know that you masturbate when I’m not here. I mean, it’s none of my business, and sometimes, sure, anyone might prefer to jerk off than actually have sex, but you do this right after passing up an opportunity to have sex with someone whose job is to be a slut for you. And you do it /all the time/!
Don’t you see how this degrades and disrespects me? I told you before how the girls talk. I was so pleased after our chat before, that, well I kind of told everyone that our problems were behind us. But they’re still smirking and judging me. T
They know you do it in here on your own. They see the kleenex in the wastebasket Right after I’ve offered my holes to you and you’ve rejected me.
When you’re jerking off in here, I’m getting pitying looks out there.
*Suddenly angry* If you say you’re fucking sorry one more time I’m going to slap you.
*pause*
*quietly* Oh, there it is.
You’re afraid of me aren’t you, sir?
No. I think you are. Or rather, you /want/ to be afraid of me.
You’re just pretending to be a man aren’t you? Aren’t you?
*loud* Stop lying!
*frierce whisper* I spoke to IT services. I lied. I made up a story about needing to get a file from your computer so they unlocked it for me. I had to let them fuck me, but hey, it’s not like I’m getting much in here. So I /know/. I know what’s in those hidden folders. Cuckold porn. Femdom porn. Stern women. Strict wives. I know.
*Shouted order* Sit down!
That’s better. I offered to take my blouse off earlier and you declined. You could have taken the chance to have me give my feedback with my tits hanging out. *Laugh* I wouldn’t have been able to do this if I’d been made to do that. It's hard enough as it is. No. So, now you can take out that cock of yours.
Yes, come on. Don’t make me threaten you. We both know that I have the power here now. And anyway. This is what you /want/, isn’t it?
*gently* Come on. Take it out now. Yes. You’re doing it. This is easy.
*more gently* You just need to obey me and everything will be okay. Uh huh.
*louder again* No. Shut the fuck up. If you say sorry /one more time/ I really will slap you and then I’ll pull those blinds and butt-fuck you with my strap-on so the whole office can see.
*regretful* Shit. You /made/ me threaten you.
*bitter* I didn’t want to do that. But I can’t bear apologies. You’re not sorry. And neither am I. This is what you want.
*gentle again* Uh huh. Yeah. You had some trouble getting it out there, didn’t you. A raging boner. That’s an admission in itself.
*stern* No. No stroking. That isn’t what this is. Now, open up that top folder. Yes, the ‘Stars’ one. So many folders.
*sighing* What is it with you boys and your porn? How can you need so much? The office is crawling with available pussy out there.
So /many/ girls. Are you searching for something? Something you just can’t find? Scroll down, yes, to the April folder. Yes, it’s new.
I put it there.
Now, Sir, *pause* oh, you’re checking out my bag. I mentioned a strap-on, didn’t I?
*teasing* Is it in there? Maybe it is.
You have a choice. You see all those other girls in their neat folders. All those women in their leather and their latex, with their whips and their makeup. You can delete all of that crap. Every one. Every scrap. Just keep the April folder. No. You don’t know what’s in it. Just like you don’t know what’s in my bag or what I’m wearing under this blouse.
*shocked* Oh god you’re nodding. You decided so quickly. You don’t even need to think about it do you? You know the choice you’re making now, don’t you? You will be mine. Only mine. This is a symbolic act, but it will have real consequences ... *mocking* Sir.
Oh fuck you’re still nodding. Are those ... are you crying? Okay, okay, just wait a moment.
If you delete everything except my folder, the one I put there, even before you know what’s in it, you need to understand. There’s no going back. I don’t do apologies. I don’t do take-backs. I don’t do part-time.
You’re shaking your head. You don’t care do you? You just want this so bad. I won’t even ask why you didn’t just ...
No. Never mind. We’re not going to look back are we? No. Not ever. Okay, go ahead. Say goodbye to all that. Delete it all. You’ll never fuck another woman. You won’t ever even see one naked.
Is it done? It’s /still/ deleting? Jesus, Sir, so much porn. All turned into virtual smoke, just like that.
*lighter* Done? Okay. How does it feel?
*Laughs* Oh my God, I’ve never seen you look like that. You’re so relieved. Fuck! In two years as your fuck-toy I never saw you let go like this. Not ever. What does that even /say/ about you?
You want to take a moment? What are you waiting for? My permission? To open my folder. Yes. Good boy. Go ahead. It’s for you.
Yes. Have a look. They’re just images from my phone. Uh huh. Me and Mr Kendricks. On his desk. Sorry they’re not great quality.
Yeah. But you don’t care about that, do you?
Jesus. Look at your cock. Has it ever been this hard? Just looking at a picture me being fucked by Kyle Kendricks.
Yes. I know. I get it. Even though you’ve seen me naked hundreds of times. Seen me be fucked like a slut. Fucked me yourself. But this? /This/ gets you hard.
Because you know. You know I took these pictures just for you. Because I’m looking at you in every shot. Yeah. Take a good look. Are you dying to touch yourself? *Laughs* Because /I’m/ not gonna.
Yeah. It’s a riddle, isn’t it? How can I cuckold you when I’m a free-use slut that anyone can have?
Just. Like. This.
Because you don’t get to have me. Not anymore. Not like this. I’m going to make myself available to every man here. I’m going to get pictures and video and trophies, and other times I’ll just tell you about it afterwards.
And you’re going to masturbate yourself. Just like this. How does that sound to you, Sir?
Yeah. I thought so. You’d cum right now if I touched you wouldn’t you? Well you said goodbye to all that. Poof. Up in smoke. You want to show me how you do it? Go on. You can stroke yourself.
Oh! What are you doing? Oh, right. *Laughs* You do it on your knees? Kneeling in front of the computer screen?
Oh fuck. I think we can do better than that. Crawl over here, Sir. Yes.
Uh huh. Look up at me. Good boy.
Yes. Lock your eyes on mine. Nice and submissive. I’ll just sit here. You can talk if you want. Actually, I want you to.
No. No no. I don’t want any of that "I am not worthy, you’re so beautiful" shit. Fuck. I think we can be a bit more /real/ than that, can’t we? I think you know what I want.
Yes. Yes, you /are/ weak.
Yes. And inadequate. I know. Better than anyone. *Laughs*
You’re afraid of me. Yes. Tell me something I don’t know. And of the other sluts. Of course. And your peers. Jesus. I know you’re afraid of security and the cleaners too.
*Laughs* Is there anyone you’re /not/ afraid of?
Me?
Keep stroking. You just said you /were/ afraid of me?
Yeah? I know. Both at the same time. It’s all mixed up, isn’t it?
*Laughs* You love me?
*long pause*
I know. I knew the first time I attended a general management meeting. I was being passed around, and I saw your face. I mean, it’s common. Lots of managers are possessive of their own assistants. But your eyes. Fuck. I knew then. Not anger. Not jealousy. Worship. You looked at me then just as you’re looking at me now
And now here you are. On your knees. Wanking over me. Fully dressed. Stern and cruel and ... /loving/.
Do you want to know what’s in my bag? Here I’ll show you. You keep stroking. Slowly.
Hups a daisy.
*lifts bag onto her lap*
A nightie. *Giggles* Yeah, it’s just a cotton slip. I like it. Comfy.
What’s this? A skirt and blouse and another pair of shoes.
*Rummages*
And a makeup bag. And look. My toothbrush.
Am I going somewhere? Kind of, silly. When we’re done here, I’m coming home with you. This is just an overnight bag. You can move the rest of my stuff in on Friday.
*quietly* Keep stroking.
We’ll move your stuff into the spare and I’ll take over the master bedroom.
Tomorrow night, I have a date. Florian. He’s a DJ? I’ll probably bring him back to your place.
*giggles* /Our/ place..
You can meet him if you like. And you can listen to him fuck me. Does the spare room - /your/ room - share a wall with the master bedroom? Great.
Oh honey, you’ve slowed down.
Oh *giggles*
*teasing* You want this to last. Is it heaven? *Laughs*
*aside* This is so much harder than just being a cumslut.
I know!
I know I do it well. No. I’m not a natural. After I saw - after I figured it out, I read up on it. I have a degree in psychology you know.
Yes. Of course you knew that already. I talked to some dommes online. I visited forums. I like to be thorough.
You’re so close baby. On the edge. Do you want to stop?
Okay. Well, just edge yourself a bit. We’ll see if you get to cum later.
Yes. I /know/ it’s okay. Your orgasm is my decision from now on.
*startled* Oh. The lights went off outside. We’ve been here so long. Everyone’s going home.
Yeah, after I graduated, I knew I’d never be able to practice as a therapist. In college I realised I was such a slut, I’d just end up fucking my clients and getting struck off. So I ended up here. An office whore. It’s perfect for me, really. I get to practice my skills ... in other ways. And I decided to be the best office slut. To really work at it. To be an excellent whore.
And then I got you. I was so excited. So handsome, and everyone said you were destined for great things. Your team loves you. You’re so efficient and imaginative. Just, too, well, too intense, too unfocussed, maybe a flight risk to a rival firm. “You keep him relaxed and happy April.” They said.
And then I struggled. Struggled for the first time. Struggled with you. I made no headway. Yeah, you’d fuck me, when I encouraged you into it. I knew you /liked/ me. But I knew it wasn’t working. Not to my standards anyway. You’re just not that kind of man, are you. Are you even a man? At all?
But this! This is perfect. With my help you will achieve your full potential. I’ll /make/ you.
You’ll be perfectly satisfied, relaxed. All that tension, all that doubt, all that pressure, drained away. Was fucking me torture baby? So close, but not getting what you really wanted. Longing to submit to me but forced to use me instead. Wanking over your pictures of dominant women. Reading all those cuckold stories, wishing it were possible ... with me.
Now you can really be who you are. A weak, sexually submissive man, in the control of his powerful wife.
*surprise* Oh? Oh yyes. Of course.
Would I do all this for man I didn’t love? Who I didn’t want to marry? Having you as my husband will make you much easier to control. And when I’m your wife it will be so much more thrilling for you when I cheat on you, /constantly/.
Oh baby, we’ll be so happy together, won’t we? You’ll obey me in everything I say and I’ll make sure you succeed to your full potential in your career. You’ll get to suck the cum from my pussy when I get home from work, and every night from the boyfriends I bring home. It will be perfect.
[If this is too long, (who am I kidding, it /is/ too long) then here might be a good spot to break into two parts]
*Laughs* I don’t know why you’re agreeing. /I’m/ deciding this. You gave up all your authority, all control over your own life when you took this path remember? I am just telling you how it will be.
Are you still edging honey? Do you want to stop?
Okay.
*surprised* Oh. Okay. You just stopped. I actually meant you could cum. No no no. Just put it away. It’s probably better this way.
*laughs*
It’s so funny. I spent ages worrying that I wasn’t providing you with relief. But you really need to be denied.
*slap*
*fiercely* Don’t you disagree with me, bitch. You just put your cock away without cumming, What does that say about you?
*slap*
Don’t you dare apologise to me. Never apologise. You simply acknowledge my will, and submit to it.
Yes it says you want to be denied.
*long pause*
*musing* Mmmm. I like your silence. Waiting to see what I will say. What I want. What my orders are. You like it too?
Yes. Is it stressful in work? Having to make decisions? Needing to perform in your role as a man?
Because you’re not really a man are you?
No. You can pretend. Pretend very well. But you need to decompress. Turn it off. Like any actor does. For most men. Real men. It’s not an act. They lead naturally. They just /are/. Fucking a beautiful woman just lets them exert their dominance. Gives them relief of all that built-up energy. I suppose, in the wild, a man would beat up some other male to release their energy. Or fuck one of their mates in front of the others to show their pack dominance.
But that’s not you. No.
Society lets a man like you excel in other ways. Smart, imaginative. Caring. You can build a team and direct them to do marvellous things. You use your brain and your social skills, your imagination. But you live in this male world, where you have to act a part.
*mocking sympathy* It must be very conflicting.
Don’t worry honey. You’re safe with me. I’ll let you put all that away. You can just turn off the act and the need to lead, and just follow me. Follow my will. Don’t even think. Just obey.
Is there a glimmer of doubt there? Is there? It’s because I threatened you before isn’t it. I wish I hadn’t done that.
Listen to me, my love. I will never betray you. No matter what happens, I will not reveal you. I don’t have pictures of you, or evidence you are a weak submissive sissy. Nothing that I’ll threaten to expose. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t already long for yourself.
Nothing. And I never will.
If you displease me, I will punish you, not expose you. I will hurt you. Badly. I may even put you away from me, withdraw my affection for a while. That, I think would be punishment enough for you.
*Laughs*
Oh fuck, honey. You barely reacted when I said I would hurt you but oh God, how you winced when I said I might withdraw from you. You have it bad, don’t you?
*gently* What do you need to do?
Yes. Just obey. Let it sink in baby. Trust me. Obey me.
Now tell me, *mocking*, Sir. How do you feel now?
I know. You can hardly believe it.
No. Stop. That’s not really how you /feel/ is it? What’s going on in your head?
Oh dear. Do you know you hung your head down when you said that? You want to trust me. But you have doubts?
It’s okay. It’s a lot to take on board, isn’t it. No. I’m not going to give you some proof. Your trust will come in time. But I can help it along. You doubt because you’re still /thinking/. Letting that wilful, rational part of your brain run out of control. We need to turn that off. Suppress it for a while.
*teasing* Do you know how we’ll do that together?
Uh uh. No.
*Laughs*
*firm* No. Don’t be silly.
*irritated* No. No. Stop guessing. It happens here, every day. Yeess. Good boy. Fucking. Not making love, fucking. Brutal, dominant fucking. All these girls, they’re smart, they have egos and brains and desires. But they put them aside every day.
It’s an act of will, of self-control to let yourself be degraded and used over and over. But the fucking itself helps. It helps a lot. I know.
Will we do that?
Yeah? Are you scared?
No?
*Slap*
Are you lying to me? To yourself?
*Slap*
*Long pause*
Yes. You are. It’s painful to admit it, isn’t it?
Do you want me to slap your face again?
Yes. It helps to get it out, doesn’t it? Helps to suppress your ego, to submit.
*SLAP*
Now, Are you scared?
Yes. Of course you are. It’s natural. You’re right to be scared. It’s going to hurt. A lot. I’m going to be vicious and brutal with you. And there will be psychological effects. You’ll feel cheapened and humiliated. You'll need to embrace those feelings baby. We both need you to turn off the real man act you’ve been playing for so long.
It’s hard for you. I know. You think you’re submitting to me now, but there’s still resistance. You still doubt. If you were truly submitting to me, there would be no doubt would there?
No? You see? You still have fears and resistance. But we can work on that, together. I will break down all your will and ego. Break your spirit. Will you work with me on that?
*earnest* It really will help if you just become my fuck toy.
*gentle* Good boy. I can still see some fear in your eyes but that'll soon be gone.
Come here honey. Are your knees sore? Okay, sit up a little and put your head on my lap.
Okay, that’s nice isn’t it? You like me stroking your hair?
Yes. Now I’m going to fuck you in your anus with a strap-on. It’s going to be painful and degrading.
The important thing though is that you’re going to find it very sexually arousing, despite yourself. Even so, it can be hard for a man to have an anal orgasm the very first time he’s pegged, and it’s important that you do your little squirt. We need you to associate sex with me in the dominant role, and with your shameful, submissive feelings. And we need you to let go of the remaining man-shell you’ve constructed around yourself.
No, don’t worry about why. I’ll do the thinking for you. It’ll be much easier if you just let yourself be used.
*lighter* Think of yourself as just a sleeve for my cock, okay?
Yes. I feel you quivering there. It’s okay. Do you want to say something my love?
Fuck! Well done baby. I could see how hard it was for you to say that. You had to almost choke it out. It looked almost painful. But of course you can wear my panties while I fuck you.
Oh! No need to explain. They'll help you feel submissive. I thought of telling you to wear something feminine, but you suggesting it yourself is /so/ much better.
Have you worn panties before?
I thought so! Oh that’s so darling. You have a collection at home? Oh my. You’re so much more of a sissy than I even imagined.
Now, look away. I’m going to take my skirt and panties off. Look at the wall while you take off your pants and shoes.
Good boy.
Here they are. Oh baby, your hands are trembling. Oh silly. Do you want a cuddle first. Yes, you can put your arms around me. *Kissing* Oh thats so gentle and nice. Do you feel like a sexy little girl. A virgin bride?
*kissing* Mmmmm.
Okay, put them on, then put your hands on the desk. Uh huh. Face away baby. That’s nice. Lean away. Let me have a look at your ass in that black satin.
It’s really sexy. Does it feel good to display yourself like this? You want to look sweet and submissive for your lover. Let your fear shine through a bit.
Okay. just a minute. I want to get these straps nice and tight for you.
Hmm. The spreader bar ... It would be kind of poetic to use it on you, but let’s save that for another time, maybe when you’re a bit more resistant. When you’ve learned to fear.
Reach behind you. Yeah. Like that. No turning around! Yes, it’s lube, pull the panty aside. Yeah, they are kind of flimsy. Early on, I learned not to buy the kind with a firm leg or waistband. Loose and flexible is your friend when a man isn’t bothered taking them off to reach your holes.
Yeah, finger the lube up in there. More. You want to get it in deep. Come on. Yes, spread it over your hole.
Okay.
*throws the tube away*
Yeah, I put my heels back on, gives me a little more height.
You like my hands on your shoulders? Mmmm. Anticipation. You feel that, nudging between your cheeks? Uh huh. Feels like there’s no way it’ll fit, right?
Don’t worry. An anus is surprisingly accommodating. But you will feel a terrible urge to grip on it with your muscles. Don’t. It will just make it more painful and only make me angry and more violent. It really will help if you think of yourself as a cock-sleeve. Really.
Your job is to give this shaft a nice, easy passage into your ass. Let it glide in. Don’t reject it. Welcome it in.
Uh huh. Pressure now. I’m being gentle. Say “I’m April’s little whore.”
Yes. Out loud honey.
Oh yes. I like that. And it helps you to submit. Makes you more submissive. More accommodating. Say it again my darling.
Oh yes. I like the falsetto. I’m going to slide out a little. Don’t retreat. Good girl. I’m just sliding out to go back in deeper. Oh don’t tense.
*Spank* No! Bad bitch. Don’t make me get the spreader.
*Grunting* *Angry* *Surprised* Fuck! Are you /resisting/ me?!?
When I kick your feet apart, it means. Keep. Them. Apart!
*Grunting* *Whispering* Yes! *Sucking noise* You like that? Having your earlobe sucked? You feel my waist against your ass, my thighs against yours? I’m buried in you.
*Laughs* Oh yes. Whimper. Come on. Say your mantra again. “I’m April’s little whore.”
Yes. *Slapping sounds* Oh fuck. This feels so good. Oh. Yes. Uh huh. Come on honey. Don’t just whimper. Vocalise. You need to play your part. Tell me how you love being my whore.
Yes. More. Degrade yourself. We’re doing this for /us/ remember? To cement our /relationship/.
*laughing* *grunting*
*Building now* Yes. You’re my sweet little cunt.
Yes. I know you love it.
*laughing* Fuck! I love fucking you. My little ass-bitch!
The feel of my groin slapping against your ass? Yes?
My knees between yours? Oh honey. You haven’t felt anything yet?
*Stronger* You like that? Your hair in my fist?
Yes. Oh baby, back up to me. Uh huh. Show me you want it. want my cock!
Oh you’re my bitch aren’t you?
The panties look so good but I’m going to tear them off.
*tearing*
Yes, That’s better. Put your arm behind you so I can grip it. Uh huh. More. Yes! Oh fuck. You feel that?
Your arm pinned, your head pulled back by the hair.
What are you now?
Oh so good baby. You /are/ just a cunt for me. Oh yes baby. Louder. There’s nobody to hear you but me.
*nearing orgasm* Oh Christ! This is so fucking raw.
*grunting*
My clit is fucking grinding into the strap-on. Into /you/. Who's the fucking boss now? Huh? Cunt?
*anguished* Oh I know honey. I know. I love you too. I fucking love you. You see? You just need to be fucked like a dirty little cunt.
*Cumming* Look at me!
Twist around.
Fucking look me in the eyes as I cum with my cock in your pretty little hole.
Yes. Be my fucking.
Bitch.
Cunt.
Love.
*downing* Oh. Jesus wept. Oh fuck. Did you? I don’t even care, I think.
Oh *hoarse laugh* Oh yeah. Oh baby. It’s all over the desk. Oh God. Jesus. There’s like a pint of jizz dripping onto the floor.
*laughs* Oh man. It’s taken me two years to get you to cum like that.
Oh wait. Hunh. Okay, Yeah, Oh yes. It’s okay. Yeah come to me.
Oh hmm. Put your arms around me. Uh huh, kiss me. Mmm, Hmm. Unh.
*laughs* Faking? Oh honey, how can you even ask?
Here, put your hand on my thigh. You feel that?
Trembling? *laughs* Don’t. Don’t say shit like that baby. I don’t /do/ fake.
What are you looking for? Out there?
*surprised, annoyed* Seriously? This isn’t one of your stupid stories.
You think I’ve got the whole office out there to listen in? A hidden camera?
*Laughs* Shit. If I weren’t so post-coital I’d fucking beat your ass for that.
No! Just. Just come here. Yes. In my arms. If I wanted to /trap/ you I’d have just done it. This is real. This is me and you. We’re starting our lives together.
With me as your evil cuckoldress and you as my sissy bitch. And we’re a team, okay? And I love you so much. And I know you love me. I don’t need to trap you or blackmail you.
Why?
Yes, because you want this. And so do I. I get to have a perfect husband who worships me and all the cock I want. You’re going to do whatever I want and you’ll love me for it.
Yes. *kissing* Mmmh. Hmmmf. Come on. Get your pants on. No. The panties are ruined. Go commando. Fetch my skirt for me love while I get this off.
What’s that baby? You need a bit more love and attention from Mommy huh?
Oh there there. *kissing* Mmmfh. That’s my good boy.
Yeah? I know. Your office isn’t the most comforting place. When I have a man over, in my bed, you can come and nuzzle on me after he’s gone.
No. We won’t be sleeping together. I don’t think it would be appropriate, do you? No.
Come on. I’m fucking starving. What do we have to eat at home?
Well that won’t do. No. We’re not ordering in. You can go to the market on the way home and get something to cook for me.
*laughs* Yes. Welcome to the rest of your life honey.
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