Cow slut

She licks her lips. With the tip of her tongue she touches the far right of her top lip and follows the lip with her tongue all the way to the far left. She closes her eyes; tilts her head to the left.

She hears the bells; only the bells: Honey Nectar. It is a chanting sort of sound; a spiritual chant and it takes her deep into her psyche; that place not seen on the surface.

She is wearing clothes yet she can sense her body as well as if she were naked. Her breasts sit up and she is aware of her openings; of her desire to be captured.

She can almost feel his tongue on the side of her neck and the little sting of a bite on her upper back. She can almost feel the warmth of his hand as it glides down her long arm. Her pleasure in being touched as always has her fall further down into herself where she desires to feel much more.

His hand is at the back of her neck and with slight force he guides her forward. She opens her mouth and as she does she registers the familiar scent of his cock at her nostrils and then tastes the warm smoothness in the sides of her mouth. It is a comfort to her.

The girl sits at her desk and imagines. Her eyes are closed. Her hands type freefall. She breathes deeply and lets out a sigh. Her head is lowered. Is he really not there?

She is so still she is almost asleep but suddenly there is a new thought and a new mood. He has moved her; directed her to kneel and now she bends into the chair; naked, vulnerable, expectant; ready, wide awake and alert. Her breathing is shallower now and her eyes wide open. She listens with intensity for a clue.

She senses him close behind her and a moment later she feels the sting of his hand as it makes contact with her naked cheeks. He strikes her over and over again and the sensation prompts her to pout out her pussycunt; to embrace her captivity. Instinctively, she tries to move to the side to escape his warm hand and she feels his left hand on her neck now. She accepts she is in an inescapable position and this thought helps her as she burrows down in her mind. He delivers slap after slap and she sinks further into her wantonness.

She must choose whether to scream or implode. She opens her mouth and then sticks out her tongue, but brings it back in her mouth and sucks on her invisible gag instead, until the grunting takes over. She visualizes the cow mooing at the crest of the hill as the bull has its way.

He removes his clothing with abandon and without hesitation, takes her. With her plug in her ass, his cock sends shudders of intense pleasure inside of her and now she is that cow; lost to her own pleasure and delight. She bellows from deep in the back of her throat.

The music has stopped. The bells have ceased to ring and she opens her eyes; looks up at the page and her mouth forms a wry smile. Cow sluts, mind fucks; sweet day dreams.