I spend the surveil day at work embarrassed. I had spanked myself so hard the previous Nox that I can't sit properly on my ass. Worse, every time I shift and pain shoots up from my red cheeks through my spinal column, I think of my terra incognita dominator. I don't even know his figure ! I guess I'll call him Dom.

"Seems appointment,"I think, imagining Dom as a tall dark-haired powerful man. His across-the-board shoulders tower over me, his chest hair covering rippling pecs."put Francois Jacob to shame…"I muse. I imagine he's the type of man who lifts weights not to just impress young woman but to be able to defy girlfriend. Hold girl down. Own them. He controls them.

I imagine Dom striding through the position door. He's calmness, collected, and knows what he wants : me. I imagine his massive hand reaching out, taking clutches of my arm, and pulling me in. His other hand roughly seize my blouse, ripping it off. I struggle but it's no use and he easily dominates me. Then—

"Anna ? Anna ?"comes the voice. I snap out of my daydream. My honcho is smiling at me."Want to come to dinner ? With the quietus of the ring ?"

"N-no, sir,"I stammer, my case flush.

He laughs."Sir ? Come on, go menage now. You look exhausted."He pats me on the shoulder joint and walks away. I'm petrified. How long was I just sitting there staring off ? I need to regroup. To sit and remember. I hurriedly collect my purse and stumble away to the privy.

I find a cubicle, pull down my dungaree and panties, and sit. The aplomb porcelain feel nice against my sore ass. What was I just dreaming about ? I'm supposed to be an endue charwoman. Why was I dreaming about a man ripping my shirt off ? I wince as I notice how wet I am.

"check it,"I try to assure myself but I start daydreaming again as I imagine Dom again. This time he's in the john and no one is around.

"Anna,"Dom calls out,"I'm going to reward you if you're a undecomposed girl."He walks over to the stall and I see his shadow under the door."And I'm going to penalize you if you're a bad girl."He kicks the door in and it flies open. I see his huge rush, his huge manpower. It's my own aspiration and I know I can't escape.

"Get on your knees,"he orders. I slink to them, both in substantial life and in my dream."Get my tool out."My low hands unbuckle and unzip him, feeling the bulge behind the pants. His wooden leg are chummy and suntanned. I timidly pull his boxers down, unleashing his great phallus.

"Get me hard."Even when flaccid his prick is impressive. I lift it up. I run my hands over it, from al-Qaida to psyche, before pinching the luminance brown tip. Noticing how low his balls knack, I gently cup them in one hand, supporting them. His balls feel heavy in my hand—they must be so full !"You're going to empty them,"Dom commands,"because that's what just girl do. Now be a good girl."

I wrap my hired man around his rapidly hardening cock, slowly stroking it.

"How should I empty your glob, sir ?"I ask quietly.

"You're going to put my tool in your little Asian mouth and suck on it. When I cum, you will swallow it all."As he speaks I can see his pectoral muscle rippling with muscle.

I nod as his putz ending growing. None of my Asiatic young man had ever had a cock this large—it's over five inches long ! I open my oral cavity and lean in slowly but he grabs my pilus and shoves me down. The huge cock slams inside my open mouth. I start sucking on it, swirling my lingua around the ridges, playing with the head teacher. Dom grunt approval as he yanks my tomentum back and pushes me down again. My os frontale hits his belly again and again as his cock slides in and out over my tongue.

"howdy ?"

I snap out of my daydream again. I'm still in the bathroom, kneeling on the floor in my stalling. There's my coworker Sarah who just entered. Hoping she didn't hear me, I keep quiet. I realize not only am I on one hand and my articulatio genus but my other hand is furiously and noisily rubbing my clit. I quickly contain and hope Sarah hadn't heard too a good deal.

From where I am kneeling, I see Sarah's feet under the stalling as she sits. I try to slow my breathing, realizing how often I had started sweating. This is ugly, I think. I'm kneeling in a stall, imagining myself sucking my strange maestro's massive putz. This is so humiliating, I think, and I'm so aroused !

"Why did you hold on ?"Imaginary Dom asks."Don't be a bad girl and show some respect. Keep it up."I know I shouldn't but I slowly start again. My handwriting begins rubbing my thirsty clit again as I imagine his cock in my mouth. My lingua plays with his swollen brown tip as he pulls my straits back. Slamming my heading back down over his cock, I massage his balls with my hand. I keep playing with him, imagining his rooster and balls in my manus and sassing, imagining their tastes, feeling his pulsing ridgeline.

I must be a good girl, I tell myself. I must show some respect to him.

"Do not cum yet,"Dom commands."Rub your wet pussy but do not cum."I suck even harder on his thick shaft. I can feel his header expanding, getting impossibly great."hold sucking me off."

Dom grabs my head and shoves me down. All the way down. His shaft slide along my tongue, his tip reaching the back of my throat."Deep throat me,"he snaps. I dutifully deep throat him, suppressing the gag reflex. His huge tool quivers in my oral fissure, ballooning. I surface my mouth wider, playing with his balls. I can palpate the cum simmering in his balls, flowing within them to his cock. With a grunt he cums. I choke on his payload but he holds me firmly in place. I have no pick but to accept it all. I feel his hot cum flow down my pharynx, lading after load hitting the back of my pharynx.

With the final cramp, his peter finally rests and he releases my header. I happily lap up the remaining dip and sporty him with my tongue.

"goodness girl. Now fuck yourself,"Dom edict."Stuff your pussy with two fingers and fuck it. But do not cum."

In tangible sprightliness I look over at Sarah's shoes in the cubicle two down from mine. I must not disobey. As much as I shouldn't, I HAVE to have it away myself. Gently I slip two digit past my back talk and into my hungry sex. Without pausing, I slowly start fingering myself. The sound of my fingerbreadth inside my pussy echoes in the placidity bathroom. My vagina is still tight and I feel my knuckles every time as they squeeze through. Sarah's shoes reposition uncomfortably at the sounds and I wince.

Does she have it away it's me ? I wonder. She can certainly hear me.

"Do not cum yet,"Dom reminds me."Focus on fucking your dirty pussy."I blush as I hear the word ‘ dirty.'I don't want to be a ill-gotten daughter but I am kneeling in a privy stall so I can fuck myself. I go faster and faster.

"Is that the best you can do ?"Dom jeer."screwing YOUR FINGERS !"I ram my finger up into my kitty, making a loudly squish with every stroke. I can't assistant it and accidently let out a moan. I need to cum so badly now.

"Do not cum yet,"Dom warns me."Syrian pound that pussycat but : Do. Not. Cum."I squirm, helplessly trying not to cum. Panting, sweating, I pound my own pussy harder and harder until it hurts. I must not disappoint Dom. I must not cum.

But I know I'm too fold. I can't help it. I whimper at Dom's boots as my finger fly in and out in and out in and out of my pussy. I feel the sexual climax building and building. I don't care who's in the bathroom with me. I can't postulate it anymore. Groaning, I final shaft my fingers in one last clip. The wave of pleasure expanse through my torso, rocking me.

"Yes ! Yes !"I scream into the tile floor as I cum. I even feel my own contraction as my cunt convulses with delight. After an eternity, I open my center. I see Sarah's brake shoe still in the stall two down from me. I feel ashamed and horrifying.

But I've never cum harder !