Him

I bathed in Sir’s cum today. I rubbed His very essence all over me. Every pore, every crevice of me is full of sweet desire.

My whole body smells of Him, my skin is coated with His scent. My body is permeated with the musky aroma of sex, and it’s keeping me aroused, all the time.

As I walk around in work, His essence drifts up from my breasts, my belly, my swollen pussy. His cum drips from inside of me, soaking my panties. I would love for Him to be here now, for Him to yank off those wet panties and have Him stuff them in my mouth so I could taste our cum while he fucks me.

I stare blankly at the computer screen, but cannot concentrate. Someone says I have to write a report, and I just smile and nod politely, then pretend to type. I am way too aroused to think of anything but sex with Him. His muscles, His dark skin, His hard cock inside all my openings. I salivate like a well trained dog at the thoughts of obeying Him.

It has only been three hours since we were together, but I can’t wait to see Him again, to have Him all for myself. I crave His touch, I like the way He uses my body in any way that pleases Him. And I adore to bare and expose my flesh so He can watch, and run His cock all around my natural cavities, teasing me, feeling Him getting harder until His cock is a mighty and virile muscle of lust ready for me. I love to smell and lick His precum, His fluid. His gift to me. I enjoy deepthroating that cock, and having it spill its precious load deep into me. I know how much He enjoys to empty Himself in me. I take it all in, every drop of His cum, without hesitation.

It’s lunchtime. I’m thinking of locking myself in the bathroom and touch myself. I am so turned on that I’ll probably cum in seconds, and will have to put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, as usual. But it is a nice day outside, so I might go for a walk instead, and think of Him, think of how He takes my body and how He makes me feel. I am honored to be His, and will lap every last inch of His body upon His command.

More reports in the afternoon. I didn’t touch myself, so I’m hornier still. The clock is going backwards, it seems. My pussy is swollen and throbs with every beat of my heart, aching for His tongue. I would love to spread my legs right now and have Him lick me from under the desk. My cum would gush out right onto his open mouth, and I would scream as I came.

A text from Him: “When you get home, I will be waiting in our room. You shall undress to your panties, come upstairs, crawl onto our bed, and take my cock in your left hand. You will lick it, but not suck it. Run your tongue up and down the shaft. With your right hand, you will open your pussy and take some cum from inside it. Rub that cum all over my cock until it’s fully coated and then take it deep into your throat.’

I smile, and think ‘Yes Sir, I shall do that for you.’

Can’t wait to get home to Him.