I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't wait to do this. I can't believe I'M DOING THIS!
For all my big talk, my cunt talk, I'm still stunned that I'm standing here, dripping, my cunt wide and wet, waiting to be fucked by a man I've never laid eyes on, but am willing to be laid by.
Laid by.
This is a LAID BY.
It's not a stand by.
I'm sick of standing by!
I need a laid by!
I have no time to think of anything else because there HE IS.
JEFF: My walking, but not talking, cocksman.
Wow, I love that word. Cocksman.
Cocksman For Hire! Though I'm not paying him. No. He's my Serviceman!
Come Cocksman! Service me now!
He smiles at me.
I smile at him.
I smile at the bulge growing in his pants. He licks his lips, swallows. Me too.
The door opens again.
I step inside. I walk to the back wall.
I don't turn around. I wait.
The door closes with a thunk.
The floor drops away, I steady myself against the back wall. The floor presses the bottom of my shoes as the elevator stops.
I can hear him moving toward me. I don't look, I just want to feel.
He's standing close behind me now...oh FUCK!
What were the rules? Oh, ya. No talking, no kissing, and something...oh, my cunt gets sucked first...well, okay, but it sure wants some cock in there!
I spread my legs, squatting a little, my arms slide up the wall. My skirt rides up (I'm wearing a lovely business suit cut in the classic Chanel style).
Why isn't he touchi-"AGGGHHHHHH!"
WAS THAT ME?!
Yes because...he's stuck his finger up into my cunt...he wasn't supposed to do that! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
I fuck up and down on it, frantic! IT'S NOT ENOUGH!