I felt sexy and free, and I could see it affected him. There was no disguising his massive cock when he was soft, much less erect, and I often saw it ...ise to meet my provocations many times. But unlike so many of my conquests, he never lost control. He would chuckle occasionally when he saw me prancing around the house, and it was common for him to playfully slap my ass or grab me by the hips to move me out of the way if he needed to.He saw me, and liked what he saw, but the guy just would not. “Have a seat,” she motioned with her chin, and returned to what she was doing. Clicked a few times, typed something, clicked again. The printer behind her started churning, and she turned to face him.“So, burning the midnight oil for Vince again?” she asked with a smile.“Yeah,” he answered. “I promised him that - ”“Good,” she cut off. “I like that in you. Diligence, Devotion. Obedience.” Her voice sounded like she was ticking off fingers, but her hands remained on the desk. “You make Vince look. He is tall, with long dread hair pulled back and a smoothly shaven hairless ripped body so chiseled that every muscle are just picture perfect. Then there was his ebony Adonis of a cut cock! Long, almost as thick as a beer can, full of veins, slight curve to the right, no hair and one thick mushroom head that I wanted to pop it's way inside me and mush up my sexy silky sissy hole of fun. He had big full balls like a black bull. I imagined how much seed can be in there and what it would taste. It wasn’t something I could just switch off. It is a part of who I am.The second thing I was certain of is that there is nothing as hot as seeing her squirming under some big-dicked stud while she sucks and strokes any dick that comes within reaching distance of her mouth or her hands. And the entire time she is talking like the filthiest slut. In fact, the dirty talk is so incessant that it would be annoying if it wasn’t so believable. The way she constantly professes her love and desire for.