Dirty Minds

Chapter 7

"I hate you. I hate you so f*****g much. Why are you so mean to me? Just why? You're always calling me names. Saying stupid s**t. I'm thick. Why do you have a problem with it?" I venomously spit out. This man is so annoying and I know what he wants. He keeps trying to hide it by being rude to me. But I know exactly what he wants.

"Shut up hoe. You hate me? Well the feelings are mutual. And yes I have a problem with you being thick. Cause I hate thick women. I hate it. Y'all could be different but choose to be like this." He says seething. Now I know he's talking out of a place of hurt but I'm gonna put this man in his place. He can't keep disrespecting me and thinking he can get away with it.

"Now I know you're hurt from whatever past trauma happened to you but you're gonna stop being rude to me right this instant. Are we clear baby boy?" I firmly ask while slipping into dom space. I'm going to bring him to his knees. Just where he belongs.

"f**k off. I'm not your baby boy and I can be as rude as I wish. There isn't s**t you can do about it." He huffed out with a smirk.

Oh. What a cute little thing. There isn't anything I can do huh? Let's see about that.

Taking him by the tie I roughly pull him to kneel before me. Obviously he tries to get up but I don't let him as I put a finger near a vein on his neck.

"Now if I push hard enough on your vein you're going to collapse and I would leave you here in this office for people to find you vulnerable. I don't care. They just won't see that dominating man that they're so used to seeing. Instead they'll find a weak little thing on the floor of my office from just a small pinch. Do you want that?" I ask roughly as I pull his tie towards me making him jerk forward.

"No ma'am." He answers softly. Would you look at that?

"You address me as Mummy or Mistress. Am I understood?" I say with a sly smile while running my fingers up his neck and massaging it.

"Yes Mistress." He replies lazily as he looses his train of thought while his eyes focus on my breasts that pop through my top.

Today I decided to go full commando underneath my clothes. With my dark blue suit jacket being the one thing to hide my breasts as I wore no shirt underneath. Hmmmm so mesmerised. My matching dark blue pencil skirt hugged my hips, ass and small tummy in such a delicious way. My thighs looked absolutely gorgeous as I paired the outfit with 4 inch heels. My feet looked stunning in heels. So I know that when he looked at me all he saw was what he wanted but he just died know how to ask. Thus, I was going to make him beg.

I actually found him very attractive. My insatiable love for black men was something I would never give up. I was a black woman myself. Afro out and all. So a strong black man always appealed to me. His body was sculptured from workouts. Firm muscles that were usable and not just bulky. Lean long fingers. Pretty teeth. Daymn he was fine. Honey glazed eyes, afro like me, bushy expressive eyebrows, pretty long lashes, kissable lips that I want to eat me out. He was a fine man. And I was gonna teach him a lesson by f*****g him.

"I know you want to f**k me. So I want you to beg. Beg and plead baby boy. Unless you won't get what you want." I whisper near his ear as I drag my lower lip across the shell slightly causing him to shiver.

"Please Mistress. Please I really want to f**k you. I've wanted to for so long. Please, please, please. Please Mistress. I need to f**k you. I need my d**k inside you. I want to feel everything." He whimpers.

I find it cute. How much a man would beg to be f****d. And they say men aren't desperate. Oh how wrong they are. How absolutely wrong. With a woman as powerful as I am I always have them crawling. Wanting my attention. I find it very amusing. They want me to look at them. Talk to them. Kiss them. f**k them. Hilarious I tell you. Just like the one I had at my feet. Begging to be touched. I loved watching him. Them. There was no denying that men were stronger than women. Physically that is. But mentally are they really? Toying with men's minds only if I deem them worthy enough to please me is my favourite pastime. I mean why not play and watch them feign after you? Their strong bodies bent to your absolute will awaiting any command just so they can c*m.

The man before me, skin the colour of molten honey, begged ever so sweetly.

"Please Mistress. I want to c*m inside you. I need to." He choked out. He was strung and I was on a high. An ego boosted high.

"Hmmmm you want me to f**k you? You want my kisses all over don't you? On your lips, your skin...your d**k. You want me to suck it. You wanna watch my mouth slide up and down as I suck it. Watch as it comes out slick because of the spit huh? Feel how warm and wet my mouth is. Feel how soft my lips are. I know you want to feel my breasts in your hands as you squeeze slightly. Taking my n*****s into your mouth. Sucking it gently. Isn't that right baby boy? Oh look how hard you're getting listening to me talk about it. You'd love me to sit on your face huh baby? Watch me ride your tongue. Watch me twerk on your face, grind into it when I feel like I want to c*m. Command you to keep licking and how I want you to speed up. Look at how sensitive you are to me. So f*****g sensitive baby. You want me to ride you. Watch my p***y slide up and down your d**k as I f**k you. Slowly. Feel as I grip you and ride however I want. Infact I want you to stroke yours for me. Slowly. Speed up and I'll walk out right now." I narrate while kissing and biting the skin around his neck. I love admiring him on his knees, he looks absolutely handsome but the ground wasn't favourable so I beckoned for him to stand and follow me as I walked to my chair. Settling down I crossed my legs in hope to at least dull the fire between my legs but to no avail did that happen. I silently watched his as he unbuckled his belt, pulling down the zipper of his slacks and pulling out his d**k from the confines of his boxers. My goodness. He was going to split me in two. He looked to be at least 7.5" long and roughly 3 to 4" in girth. s**t he's much bigger than my ex. But I'm still gonna f**k him because I need my p***y destroyed. Taking out the lube in my desk drawers I drizzled some into his outstretched palm. f**k he looked magnificent. Head thrown back. Hand stroking as slow as he can possibly go. Jaw clenched. s**t. He looked so f*****g sexy.

Tipping his head down his eyes found mine. I watched as his tongue ran over the seam of his lips before he spoke.

"You see this Mistress? This is all yours. Only you get to suck, f**k and c*m on my d**k. Only you. f**k. Mistress please. I need you. Please let me f**k you and c*m in you."

Pleased with his words I decided to help him out a bit as I removed his hands and replaced them with mine. Increasing my pace I strocked until I could feel him pulse in my hands before removing my fingers thus resulting in a whine from him. He wasn't going to c*m yet.

Standing up I began to strip. Letting the two pieces of clothing I wore fall to the ground, I sat again on the table this time and spread myself. Saying I was wet was an understatement. I could feel my honey drip down my thighs. Seeting in the chair he got to work. Kissing, squeezing, s******g, begging, licking, sucking, biting and eating every part of me until I felt the familiar swirl in the pit of my stomach.

Removing myself from the desk I straddled him on the chair as I allowed my honey to drip onto him and using his d**k to s***k my p***y.

Once he was in we both gasped.

But I must stop here. For you do not need to know the rest. You don't have the privilege to. And don't think you can c*m too. Dont even think about it. I want to hear you beg and I might just let you c*m.