Who gives a fuck about self-respect. I’ve got a boss who calls me into her office, shoves her stinking toes in my face, and jerks me raw with spit and sweaty pantyhose. I may be a loser— but I’m her loser. Sakura just got out of a long meeting. Her heels are wet inside. She peels them off slow— grimaces when the smell hits her. She knows it’s bad. She sits back on the desk. Lets you admire her pantyhose before stripping them off. Spreads her toes. Lets you stare at the grime. Then shoves them into your face. She laughs. Spits and starts stroking you. Wraps sweat-soaked pantyhose around her hand. Same hand. Same smell. Same spit. Her feet pin you in place. Toenails scraping your mouth open. Spit dripping. Pantyhose stroking faster now. You don’t come until your face is soaked in her stink. And she doesn’t stop. Your cock’s twitching. It knows who owns it. Like being humiliated, do you? Like being reminded you’re a loser. You better do what she tells you. (211118_03)