Whispers of Lust

Oh Lord, Brian Scott, the hottest man I have ever set eyes on. I can't even think of the right words to describe this god of a man, you can't help but want to lick all parts of him, make him cum in your mouth and suck him dry. He's my wet dream. 

I'm Dominique, his average, socially awkward personal assistant and I've been working with him for a year and a few months now. 

It was hard for me to concentrate when I started the job because then, all I did was daydream getting my pussy pounded by his dick in every place I could think of. His voice alone makes my pussy throb and overflow and I masturbate thinking about him every night and won't stop till I've orgasmed at least three times.

He gets to the office by seven a.m. sharp, so I make sure to be there a few minutes after six. I follow him around like a needy puppy, updating him on all his schedules, work and family meetings and events he needs to attend, he barely replies or looks at me but I never mind, that way I can check him out anytime without the fear of being caught and I'm not his type anyway. He usually fucks the blonde model types in his office, and I get super horny listening to his grunts, moans, and him spanking the hell out of their ass.

I would give anything to have my ass spanked and my nipples tortured by that man. Brian Scott is my dream f-daddy but there's no way that man will even give me a side glance, or so I thought.

As his assistant, I work in the office at his company and sometimes in his penthouse when we have work to complete urgently. On that particular day, my dream came true. 

It was getting late, and I decided to finish the work at my place, but my car refused to start again, and I couldn't get a driver to come to pick me up.

Brian said I could wait at his place and try getting a ride later, which surprised me cause he never lets me stay this late. He went up to get changed and came down in his workout clothes; then he told me I could follow him to his home gym if I liked.

Hell yeah!, I almost (s)-creamed.

I was watching him work out but was also trying hard not to look so horn-gry (horny and hungry) for him. I imagined bouncing on him with his dick inside me which made me wet.

Seriously, if other girls were here with me to witness this beautiful sight, there's no way in hell there'd still be dry panties.

He started walking towards me, and I froze and then panicked. Did he notice my staring and want to send me away? Did I accidentally think out loud again?

He leaned over me and said, 'Dominique'. I almost melted. I didn't think he even knew my name. 

'Join me in the shower, you know my room, don't make me wait', he went upstairs and I hesitated.

 I must have imagined he said that cause there's no way he said that to me, but I decided to follow him to his room just in case.

I went upstairs to his room and locked closed the door behind me. I tiptoed into his bathroom, and I could see Brian's sexy silhouette through the frosted glass.