Let's be honest, you love sucking dick, we all know it. You're like anyone else, you love the feeling up giving up power, making yourself useful. Sure, at work you might be the CEO, the boss, or maybe you're just a girl that girl popular in college because of her pretty face, but come on, be honest, is that because you're smart, or because you won the gene lottery?
It's beside the point anyway, when you're down on your knees, bright eyes pleadingly looking up as your lip quiver, your panties dampening as your hear the all too familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled, a zipper slowly opening up, and finally, the sight of a big, juicy cock ready to show you your true place.
Because that's where you belong, where you meant to be, down on your knees, serving, drooling, worshipping, begging for more, begging for that submission you crave, that you need.
You love being hold down, choked, forced, ordered and bossed around, your hair a mess around my fingers, your tits covered in drool and spit, your makeup all but pretty smeared down your face.
You know, I know it, that when you're down on your knees, laying in bed, breathing is a luxury, a gift, my pleasure, my needs, my filthy ideas comes first, you're just a vessel, a slut, a whore, my good little cocksucker.
Did I get your attention, do you crave the feeling of a man, bossing you around? Treating you like filth, a toy, a sleeve for his cock, a cock your other holes aren't even worthy for. If that's the case, don't be shy, we can go slow, but you know we won't. I know we won't, we both know I'll be taking what's mine as a man, your superior. Come submit.