Bimbo Office

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Happily slurping Miles’s Cock behind the desk of his office, Delilah conveniently realized a Perfect Truth.

Her big, perfect young 36D tits spilled out of her blouse, leaking urgent hot milk all over her Master’s lap, so that she was constantly coating his manly length with her saliva, her milk, and licking up his precum and endless stream of cum. His Cock had no refractory period, no need for rest. Her body was tight, gorgeous, and completely owned by Him. She dressed for Him; strutted for Him; sucked for Him and Him alone.

Miles had The Cock, and the The Cock was all that mattered to her.

These Perfect Truths revealed themselves to her fairly often when she sucked Miles off. This only made sense to her; he was her God, after all, and Gods were full of Truths.

And Cum. Her God filled her with Truth and especially cum all the time. Glorious, sticky, warm, yummy cum that made her cum and drilled all her spare braincells to bits until she was a brainless babbling bimbo babe who wasn’t good for anything but fucking, sucking, and serving.

Just like she liked it.

The Perfect Truth she realized then, on her knees in her Master’s office, was this:

There’s dick, which was kind of lame, and then there’s Cock—which is mindblowing, important, and necessary for happiness.

Only her boss Miles had Cock.

And Delilah didn’t a fuck about dick her whole life; she hadn’t even hardly had a boyfriend.

But now? Now, she Lived for Cock…and that meant she lived for her Master.

She happily sucked up and then back down, moaning and urging her leaking tits all over his thighs, realizing that this was her salary now. That cumshots down her throat were bonuses. That her wages were basically just pretty clothes and jewelry to wear so she would be fucked more.

Her tight young body urged against his knees, heavy tits sliding into muscular man thighs, as she willingly choked herself harder on his Cock. She needed him to understand just how badly she needed him, needed the Cock—how badly she needed to serve.

It hadn’t always been this way. In fact, just a week ago, her life had been much different…but Delilah was delighted that it had come to this.

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(TO BE CONTINUED)