Sir, Do You Want to Make Me Your Beautiful Whore?

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Hi, sir. Do you have a moment? I'd like to talk to you about something, if I could.

Oh, no, no. I'm not leaving. No, I'm not.

Not at all. Thank you. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to scare you.

I do appreciate your reaction to the idea of me leaving. Oh, I do know you love having me here, and thank you for saying that. It's actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about.

Is it okay if I sit? Thank you. Well, what I would like to talk to you about, um.

.. Would it be alright if I'm candid with you about it? Okay.

Well, I've noticed the way you watch me. I used to think you were watching over me, making sure I was on task and doing things as you wanted them done. But then I began noticing it wasn't what I was doing that you were watching.

No, you were watching me, just like you are now. Your eyes just went from my heels, up my legs, to the bottom of my dress. And they've lingered there since I sat down.

As if you're imagining what is or what isn't underneath. Maybe you're wondering what colour panties I was wearing, or if I'm wearing any at all. And in case you're wondering, the answer is no, by the way.

No panties. Sir, do you want me? Or, more directly, do you want my cunt? Yes, it is a brazen question, and it's one that was ignited by a brazen gaze.

Your gaze. And let me just say, before we go on, rest assured, I'm asking you this with a smile. Not anger or feeling that I'm being preyed upon or treated unfair in the office.

Nothing like that. We've known each other a little while now. I've worked for you for some time, and I'm comfortable asking.

Do you want me? Truthfully, I think I already know the answer. But, I want to hear it from you.

I've been quite deliberate with the short skirts and the stockings, the heels. Crossing and uncrossing my legs in front of you, just to see your reaction. Bending over your desk towards you to point out something on a document, full well-knowing you could look straight down my blouse.

And each time, I've seen you try to modestly adjust yourself. Because I made you hard. And I like knowing that I did.

Yes. Because I can't stop thinking about you. I watch you too.

Your confident stride in your custom suits. Your charming smile that always lights up the room. The way you talk to the women in the office, and the way they react to you.

Even some of the men, actually. You have an effect on them. And right now, as I'm sitting here, my pussy is wet for you.

Because you have an effect on me as well. Just as I think I have on you. Because you watch me.

I can't stop thinking about your mouth on mine. Your hands on my body. Your cock filling up my cunt.

I have fantasized about us going to the nearest hotel just to have access to a bed for you to fuck me on. But now, I can't even get there. I just think about you bending me over your desk towards you, away from you.

Because I would give anything to milk your cock, for all it's worth. With my mouth, with my throat. Yes, my throat.

I would take you all the way down in my throat. And my cunt, between my tits. I know I am shocking you with my words, I know.

And yes, I am the polite, sweet girl that screens your calls and answers to all of your professional needs. But I am also a dirty girl. Who loves to feel like a slut.

And wants to take care of your filthy needs as well. I am not easily attracted to men, as I am very particular. But you, you I want.

I'm tired of using my fingers when I touch myself at night. Pretending they're yours. Using my vibrator, wishing it was your cock.

Over and over, just working myself into a frenzy because I know they can't come close to you. To what you would feel like. I want you to fuck me.

To control me. I want you to dominate me. And then I want you to fuck me some more, to the point that I am unhinged.

Because I know that's something that you can do. And you need to know that I am offering it to you. Because I want you.

Only you. I want to be yours. Your cum slut, your beautiful whore.

And everything in between. I want to feel your kisses on my body, on my pussy lips, on my clit. I want to feel your hands spread my legs wide on your desk.

So you can pound me whenever you please. I'll still be your perfect assistant. Still the sweet one with the glasses that smiles at you when you walk in.

Sits outside your office at her desk. I just want to be so much more than that. For you.

Because I know I can be. And I know you want me to be. So, I'm going to ask you again.

And by now, I deserve an answer. Sir, do you want my cunt?