Imagine me dressed to kill. Something casual yet very sensual. Not slutty, nor obviously trying to be sexy. Some more subtle and a bit sophisticated. Leaving you at home waving at me as I pull out of the driveway.
Before I even make it off of our street your cock is out and in your hand. You couldn’t wait to touch yourself. You feel a slight twinge of shame at the knowledge that the reason you are so turned on is because your woman is going out to fuck another man.
Not some hidden love affair. No, not that at all. Instead it is an employee of yours. Some one you arranged for me to fuck because I expressed a desire. You were hoping to watch like so many other times that you were permitted to. This time I told you I wanted you to stay at home waiting for me to return.
So now you have to conjure up images of that huge cock sliding in and out of your womans juicy slit. You also have to deal with the knowledge that this employee of yours is never going to look at you the same again. In fact he may tell every one in the office about it. About how he dicked down the bosses girl. That knowledge didn’t deter you from arranging it for me though. Me being satisfied has always been what drives you. The fact that your own pleasure seems to cum from sucking out other mens creampies out of my pussy is just icing on the cake.
So there you wait at home alone, thinking and jacking. Stroking furiously waiting on me to bring you home that tastey creampie your lips crave. Hoping that if you are a good cleanup boy I may be in the mood to let you jack off for me.
