When I started this caption, I had drawn my inspiration from another
photo and it was meant to be a quickie...well, you can guess what
happened. I started writing it as a monologue from Mr. Stevens a.k.a.
Jake's point of view, but then decided to add in the little bits of
thought processing in between and voila!
Leave me some comments and let me know what you guys think of it!
Transcript: “Did you really think that nobody would find out Miss
Winther? Or should I say Drew? Dressing up as a woman in order to improve your
chances of getting a job here as a secretary?”
Mr. Stevens, or Jake as he preferred to be called, stood
towering over me as my cherry coated lips worked his hard cock. My only
response was to keep sucking. It was the only way to avoid the public
humiliation he had so eloquently threatened me with.
Jake continued, “You thought you were so clever didn’t
you, with your fake documents and equally fake silicone breast forms spilling
out of that low-cut blouse? You thought you had me fooled didn’t you?”
Funny, he still couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my ‘breasts’
and actually, I did. He only found out about me because I had a ‘slip-up’ and
he ‘accidentally’ saw some things that he wasn’t supposed to see, but I’d just
as well keep letting him think that he was simply too smart for me. Guys liked
that sort of ego stroking, especially if they didn’t know that you were the one
doing it.
“I must admit, you do look very pretty and if I didn’t
know any better, I might actually mistake you for a real girl, but
unfortunately for you, I do, which brings me back to the discussion of our
little arrangement.”
If I was pretty drunk, I might’ve actually taken that as
a compliment. As it was however, I needed no further confirmation of what he
thought of me than the gargantuanly engorged member in my mouth. Very pretty
indeed. I was a downright gorgeous sexy babe and both he and I knew it, even if
he didn’t want to admit it. There was no hiding the fiery inferno of desire. He
wanted me, badly.
“It’s only a matter of bureaucratic paperwork to have you
transferred to a position as my personal assistant, a job requiring special
talents for which I am finding you extremely qualified.”
Damn right I was. I hadn’t spent all that time practicing
on those dildos for nothing.
“Now as long as you keep those lips nice and tight, no
one will have to find out about your little escapades. So what do you say? Are
we agreed?”
I thought he was never going to ask. I gave my response
in nonverbal form, using my tongue to gently flick the underside of his shaft
as I took him all the way in. Then suddenly producing a powerful vacuum sealed
by my wet lips, I brought him to the edge of glory before letting him back down
again. He moaned zealously. I was pretty sure he understood what I meant.
Now it was his turn to be cryptic. I felt him place a
hand on the back of my head, pushing his cock down into my throat as I squirmed
from the forcefulness of his grip. I had no problem understanding what that
meant. Glancing in the direction of one of the many hidden cameras in the room,
I knew that his wife wouldn’t either.