Thoughts From The Peacock Angel

dirtynastywonderfulthings:

A scene where in order to be allowed to suck your dick you “make” me do a series of nasty degrading things… like maybe it could start with you telling me I “look a fucking mess” and to go change and preen and make myself presentable, maybe tell me I’ve fucked that up “I don’t like those shoes” “put your hair up/let it down” “That skirt’s too long” or “Are you fucking wearing underwear, you goddamn brainless bitch?” and then you tell me to wash out my whore mouth before I lick your boots, all while verbally humiliating me, criticizing the job I’m doing, telling me how I’m stupid, useless, and so lucky I’m sexy because if I wasn’t I’d be completely worthless.

Tell me I ought to be grateful to be allowed to kiss the toe of your boot, because I’m nothing but a dumb slut, who’ll do anything if she’s promised your cock at the end of it.  Remind me of what a smart girl I usually am, remind me of all the ways I’ve fucked with my body just to turn you on.

Grab me by the hair and smack me, tell me if I want your cock, I’ll have to beg for it, and I will beg.  I will plead.  I will need you so badly by then I’ll be wriggling my hips from side to side, desperate.  I’ll be so fucking horny by then I might just cry, because I’ll be dying for it, for you.  

And you’ll laugh at my neediness, tell me I am pathetic, but that I’ve amused you, and I’ll suck your cock for a little while, you fucking my mouth, until you see my hand reach between my legs because my cunt will be ACHING for contact by then, dripping wet, and maybe you’ll take pity on me, maybe you’ll be kind, drag me up by the hair, bend me over the bed, and fuck me till I’m screaming, shaking, half sobbing your name as you grab me hard by the hips and tell me that this is what I’m meant for.  You’ll make me come till I’ve forgotten my own name, and where I am, everything in the world except for you.

When you’re close you’ll flip me round and finish on my face and make me lick it up like the little cum dumpster I am.

And then you’ll pull me close, and we’ll cuddle and kiss and coo, and you’ll tell me you love me, and I’ll tell you, I love you more than I can properly express, and I’ll rest my head on your chest, stroke your cheek.

Suck tha police.

I don’t know what inspired this.

This is me from today, with my parasol