"I could do that to you."

You turn your face towards her and lower your voice. "I could do that to you", you say, studying her face. "Looking at you, I am very much inclined to tie you up tightly, until you can't move, and then ravage your body. Touch you everywhere. Make you feel that my fingers can reach every intimate part of your skin, everywhere. Let you sample the pure and undisguised nature of helplessness and exposure. I would devour you with my looks, let my fingers slide all over your body to explore you fully, and then, maybe then..." You pause. You can't help noticing that her nipples have hardened and her breath has fastened, her lips half opened and her eyes captivated by your stare. "... I fuck you. Hard."

She closes her eyes and bites her lips. "I would like that, Sir", she replies, softly. Then she openes her eyes again and looks at you, longingly. "Maybe my Mistress would even allow it. She sometimes likes to hand me over to men and offers them to have their way with me. If she's in the mood, she watches. Quite often, she doesn't, but I have to tell her everything afterwards and live through the whole scenario again. I must confess, it feels quite... overwhelming to feel cock from time to time. And the way you talk, I am very much convinced that you know how to..."

Suddenly, you feel her fingers grabbing your hardened cock from the outside of your trousers.

"... use it."

She starts sliding her fingers up and down, still staring at you longingly. You feel your erection twitch and pulsate, as her fingers move and explore your erection from outside your thin dress pants. Then, all of a sudden, her second hand reaches forward and you hear your zipper being pulled down.