Love Letter From a Listener.

Transcript

Hello there, there's an assumption that as a VA that we were just inundated by messages and fan mail and that sort of thing. I don't know about others but I don't think that's been the case for me. Don't get me wrong I've met some amazing incredible people and it's honestly the best part of being a VA, the people you get to meet.

And then there's this message. Now this, I mean I hesitate to call it a message, it's it's a love letter I would say. It was sent to me by an incredible listener, fan, I don't know the right word to describe what they are but incredible is definitely right.

And I felt the need to record it so here I am. Now this is just one big long beautiful message that a fan wrote while daydreaming about me at their desk at work and they tell me that they're blessed with the ability to be able to come hands-free and that they came and then wrote this at their desk thinking about me. I'm not going to change anything in their message except changing the perspective.

So while their message was written from their perspective, this is from mine. So all the I's and the U's and the me and the you, your, have been swapped around. And they say I cannot stop thinking about you.

I wrote a little story about my daydreams and so without further ado. Your mind is flooded with dirty debaucherous thoughts. So much so you can barely focus on anything else.

Your thighs squeeze together rhythmically as you sit at your office desk daydreaming about my thick hard cock. You're trying your best to be quiet since there are co-workers to the right and left of you in their cubicles. But regrettably you wore your faux leather pants to work today and they keep making a squeaking sound every time you move your thighs.

The danger of being caught and the need to be as quiet as possible is only adding fuel to your desires. You take a deep breath trying to center yourself and clear your thoughts about my cock. But my cock stays front and center in your mind.

It's only been a day since I last made you come but it feels like an eternity. You're so needy with desire your pussy's throbbing between your legs. All you want is to be on your knees worshiping me and every minute you're stuck at work is agonizing.

Time's dragging and you can't focus on any of your responsibilities. It's as if time was moving slower just to taunt you. You're frustrated to say the least and so turned on your panties are soaked all the way through.

If you're not careful you're gonna end up drenching your work pants and leaving a wet spot on your office chair. The combination of desperation and frustration flooding your body is enticing in its own right. It takes control over you in the same way I do.

It feels oddly comforting since it's reminding you of my ownership over you. You think to yourself you can always finish writing this report tomorrow. You still have a few days before it's due.

Would it be so bad if you put this off for one day? You don't even have any meeting scheduled today after all. And with that you allow yourself to let go and fall deeper into your fantasies about me.

You make sure to close the door to your little cubicle. Not like it makes much of a difference but at least this way no one can walk in and surprise you. They'll have to knock first if they need your attention.

You squeeze your thighs together and imagine kneeling before me naked with your hands behind your back and your mouth open wide, your tongue out. It's the same position you take anytime you present yourself before me. It's your way of showing me how obedient and eager you are to please me and be used by me for my pleasure.

I look down at you with a devilish grin and tell you how you're such a good little slut, so ready and willing to be used. I pinch your nipple hard and kiss you deeply before pulling back and grabbing your chin in my hand so you have no choice but to look up at me. I ask you, who owns you my sweet little princess? And without hesitation you immediately say, you do sir.

And you smile up at me with lust in your eyes. Good girl, I say as I gently pet your hair and release my hard cock from my pants. I can see your eyes light up with excitement and I chuckle softly saying, you really are a dirty little cock hungry slut aren't you?

You say, no I'm only hungry for your cock sir, no one else's. And of course my sweet, I know you only want me, no one else. And that's why you're so perfect, so well-trained.

You smile at the compliment and feel pride for being such an obedient slut for master. Before you can say anything in response, my hand grabs the back of your head and I push your face down into my crotch. You take a deep breath, inhaling me and feeling intoxicated by my manly scent.

I quickly get to work rubbing your face in my crotch, trying to bathe yourself in my scent. You kiss me all over the desperation and need. I pull your head back with my hand entangled in your hair and I spit on you before shoving your face back down, rubbing my crotch all over your face, spewing that spit, making complete mess of you.

You can't get enough of me, you want to feel my cock down your throat. You begin to lick my cock and just as you try to take me in your mouth, I quickly jerk your head to the side and slap you hard in the cheek with my cock. Did I tell you that you could suck my cock yet slut? No sir, you say timidly, with shame filling your words.

I know you're an eager little whore, but you will follow directions or you will be punished. Yes sir, you say. Yes sir, what? I ask you.

Yes sir, I will follow directions and be a good little slut for my master. Good girl. I say before pushing your face back down, you continue to kiss me and breathe me in, rubbing your face and mouth all over me, but being very conscious not to take me completely in your mouth.

You can't help but to moan at the feeling of my cock all over your face. Right when I think you're going to explode with need, I look down at you and say, tongue out and open up wide. I place one hand on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair and the other hand in front of your throat.

I hold you in place firmly, so firm you couldn't get away even if you tried. Not that you'd ever would want to. I pause for a moment with my hard cock just barely touching your outstretched tongue.

You look up at me with a pleading desperation in your eyes. You need to feel my cock in your mouth. The longer I wait, the harder it is for you to be obedient and you know that it's exactly why I'm dragging it out.

Several more seconds pass by, but it feels like an eternity before I smile at you and say, good girl, and ram my hard cock down your throat. The feeling is overwhelming. You can't breathe, you can't think.

All you can do is open wide and enjoy the sensation of my hard cock fucking your pretty little mouth. I grip you tighter with both hands and pump into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Spit is drooling down your chin and onto your perky breasts.

I pull back for a moment, letting you catch your breath, but you don't want to breathe. All you want is my cock as you desperately try to reach for me with your mouth. I take the hand that was around your throat and.