Phone Sex Humiliation With A Threat Of Email Devastation

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I wasn’t finished. I pushed the Trainee off me and stepped back, sliding my stilettos back on. I commanded them to roll onto their back in the dirt. I stood over them, my shadow engulfing their trembling body. Without a word, I hiked my dress up and positioned my soaking pussy directly over their mouth, then lowered myself slowly.

 

I sat my full weight on their face, crushing their nose and lips beneath me. I ground my clit into their mouth, using their face as a rubbing post. I could feel them struggling for air, their hands clawing at the dirt, but I pressed down harder, enjoying the feeling of them suffocating under my pleasure.

 

“Suck it through the fabric of my panties,” I ordered, shifting so the lace was pressed tight against their tongue. I began to ride their face, my movements fast and aggressive. I let out a loud, guttural scream as my orgasm hit, my internal muscles clamping down as I flooded the lace with cum. I shuddered violently, my entire body shaking as I rode the peak, grinding myself into their face until I was spent.

 

I stood up abruptly, leaving them gasping for air, their face smeared with my juices and dirt. I looked down at them with pure disgust, smoothing my dress and closing my coat. I stepped on their chest with a sharp heel, pressing just enough to make them wince.

 

“Clean my shoes with your tongue,” I commanded coldly. “Then get up and follow me. If I see one drop of my cum on your clothes when we get home, I’m hitting ‘send’ on that email

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