Worship 101: Raven’s MBA (My Beautiful Ass) Class

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Power is seductive. Power is sexy. Power is downright fucking hot. I get off on power, and as a CEO of a mid-sized national company (not in the Fortune 500… yet) I have plenty of opportunities to use my power for business and for pleasure. Whether fucking over a competitor or banging another executive’s wife, I take what I want, when I want it, and as often as I want.

So when I met Raven during a recent business trip, I was not close to being prepared for the hold she took over me. The word goddess is thrown around, but she is truly a woman for whom the term is wholly appropriate. Stunning legs, spectacular breasts, sweet full lips — these I have seen more times than most men can dream of. But Raven matches these assets with something even more tempting, more devastating for a power broker like me. Wit. Intelligence. Confidence. All matching my own. Raven is dangerous.

I watched her the entire day, working the meeting like a total pro, flipping switches of the men (and women) in the room like a total power slut. I was turned on all fucking day, just waiting for my chance to do what I do best: get her back to my room, spread those long legs, and pound her until she was exhausted and raw.

So much for those plans. Raven had her own agenda, and I had no hope in hell to resist. From the minute she walked up to me in the bar and told me what drink she wanted and what table to deliver it to, I was trapped. Her eyes, her tits, her legs — I was in a total daze, and she knew it. “No bitch tells me what to do,” I reminded myself as I went lap-dogging to the bar to fill her order. “Ever.” How fucking wrong could I be?

Raven took control of my leash that night like nothing I had ever experienced before, and never have since. Buying her drinks. Giving her information about my side of the deals my company had in place that bordered on criminal, but was certainly insanity in terms of money and power. And when Raven told me (not asked, not invited) that we were going to her room. No doubt in her voice. No softness in her tone. Just “Follow me, bitch, and do what you’re told” in-my-face control. I was harder than I have ever been.

She made me sit and watch as she undressed slowly, teasing me, denying me. As her business skirt was folded neatly over a chair, I got my first view of the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Perfectly toned, soft where soft is expected, curved elegantly… Raven’s ass was truly perfect. I was paralyzed, pinned to my chair by her power and total sense of control. And that ass. My cock ached to spread those perfect cheeks and explore Greece with this goddess.

Striding across the room wearing nothing but her panties and bra, Raven stood in front of me, legs spread, arms crossed. Her Bordelle panties were within inches of my lips, when she ordered me to my knees. “Worship my ass,” were her three simple words.

I had no idea, then, what to do, but have been well-trained by the priestess of ass worship herself. Burying my face into her ass, I prayed deeply that night, thankful to goddess Raven for this moment of enlightenment. I dug in that first night, learning to kiss, lick, and worship as Raven desired to be worshipped. All-powerful and all-dominant, I was on my knees for hours that first night, my face buried deeply in Raven’s glorious ass. Me, turned into Raven’s personal bidet with a brain. I was in heaven.

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