I leant against the studio entrance on a blistering hot summers evening in the city, as I sipped the last dregs of my iced coffee in the car park. I had one more session of photography booked in before the weekend could begin, one more entitled instagram ‘influencer’ to lie to, and to tell that they’re the most beautiful and talented woman I’d ever seen at the agency. One more bimbo that my photography skills would help take to the next level of internet fame. I had pulled the short straw and was the last person on site as I surveyed the emptying lot.
I made a living by scraping by with my photography skills, I’d dedicated my life to it, always striving to become the best in my field, and it drove me insane to see the amount of money these talentless girls received just for flaunting their bodies online. I dumped my empty coffee cup in the bin, as I watched a flock of pigeons fly off into the setting sun.
The distant hum of a sporty white Mercedes got louder as it rolled into the studios lot. It looked expensive and practically brand new I thought, I bet this was her, the last client of the day. Sure enough it was, a skinny blonde emerged from the drivers seat clutching her designer handbag whilst checking her appearance in the tinted window. She was about 5”5, her pale skin dominated by her skinny waist with obviously enhanced features. Her tits and lips looked like something you’d find on a kardashian special feature. She meandered towards me, chewing on a piece of bubblegum nonchalantly, her hips swaying in motion as her fluorescent Nike Jordans stomped at the floor. Her thighs and ass being barely contained by her pink yoga pants, and her white top struggling to conceal her fake tits, whilst her peroxide locks flowed in the breeze.
Author: MysteriousDom36
Bitchy Manager Gets What She Deserves [M/F]
It was another hectic Monday in the office, the usual paperwork piled continuously high on my desk. I was good at my job, everyone respected me for the work rate that I operated at, it didn’t hide the fact that we were hideously understaffed. My female boss who roamed the floor was a right bitch, never giving anyone praise, always demanding more, no matter how much time and effort you gave to the company. However I couldn’t hide the fact that I desperately wanted to hate fuck her senseless. She trot around like she owned the place, her tight black skirt adorning her thick ass cheeks, her white shirt barely containing her tits, and her silken hair was always put up in a neat bun. She had the face akin to Charlize Theron, black rimmed glasses slotted on the top of her nose, guarding her deep emerald eyes. I hated her with a passion, but couldn’t help but eye fuck her every time she walked around. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking, teasing me by making sure her breasts were just in view as she leant down to add more work to my pile.
The drugs turn her into the mindless toy she’s always desired to be. [M/F]
It was the first work party since the end of the pandemic. You know the type of event, free food, free drinks and plenty of drama. The venue we were in was swanky, dimly lit and smelled of cinnamon. Little booths dotted the perimeter of the dance floor, and the bar was a smooth piano black littered with every type of alcohol you could imagine. I leant at the bar, suited up in my best white shirt, with a glass of whiskey observing my colleagues, some of which I’d ever only seen over a zoom call. People seemed happy to be socialising, laughing and giggling as conversations echoed throughout the place. It was then that I saw you walking through the crowd. I’d recognised you from the finance department meetings we’d had online, such a pretty small, pale face, with your bright eyes, scarlet red lips and flowing silk hair. Your webcam didn’t do you any justice. I never could have imagined how incredible your tiny body was, especially in that little black dress that adorned your petite frame. It hugged your little waist oh so perfectly, contouring to your firm ass and showing off your little pert tits to perfection. I sipped away at my drink as I followed your path with my eyes, your supple legs striding across the dance floor as your black stilettos clinked at the ground. I was eye fucking you in my mind, imagining what you would look like tied up in my bed, naked and vulnerable. Wondering what your delicate little pink pussy would taste like with my tongue dipping inside of it. Your feminine walk ended as you joined two of your female colleagues in the booth opposite the bar, they smiled warmly as you sat down beside them, as you pulled your short dress awkwardly down over your smooth, shaved thighs, trying not to expose your creamy soft skin. You smiled as you joined in with their conversation, chatting away about frivolous work topics no doubt. I kept my gaze closely on you, no other woman in the room came close to your innocent beauty, your body in my mind was begging to be fucked. It was then, as the music lulled softly in the background that your friend next to you nudged your arm and made you aware that I was looking straight at you. We locked eyes as they giggled, it was intense. An immediate chemistry was acknowledged without words, in that brief moment before you looked away and started giggling too. The corner of my lip rose slightly as I smiled, I had my opening. I necked back the remainder of my whiskey and placed the glass back at the bar before making my way over to you. The two girls in the booth looked excited and started whispering in your ear, as I paced towards you. My tall imposing frame and broad shoulders, cut a hole through the dance floor, as I arrived in front of you, leaning into your booth,