Cherrie

Downward Dog

Apr 18, 2016

I have worked with you for a while now. It is easy to see that you are attracted to me. You watch everything I do, and you take every chance you can to brush against me. If it was not so pitiful, it would be cute.
In the break room I know you like to stand behind me and lean against the wall while I do Yoga. Every lunch break, you are waiting like a hungry animal. I ignore your pathetic presence and roll out my yoga mat, but I make sure that when I bend forward you can see my cock and balls swing between my legs. I know you pray for the days I wear these skirts without anything under them, and I can see that lump of meat in your slacks poking behind your zipper. I bet you whack off to thoughts of sucking my cock every day.
In downward dog position, I look under my arm to see you rubbing your prick and looking at my ass. Hell no! Standing quickly, I stalk towards you. The sound of my flesh hitting yours is loud, and your hand is red but no longer on your disgusting cock. I snarl, and grasp the front of your shirt to pull you, startled, to your knees in front of me. I lift my skirt and shove the tip of my cock against your lips, and your startled gasp leaves just enough leverage for me to fill your mouth with my first shallow thrust.
"Filthy little piggy, thinking I would allow you to get off!"