The Office (Closed)

Matt deliberately toyed with Yvonne, took his time getting within her folds. When she was finally primed and spread for him, he tickled her entrance with his tongue. He circled her clit until it stood out prominently, teasingly avoiding actually touching it. When Yvonne started sliding around he moved to help her, until his cock was at her lips and pressing against them. Her mouth opened willingly enough and he was within her wet lips soon.

When she was working him with her throat he began sucking on her clit. The hard little nub pulsed in his mouth. He lavished it with his tongue, his teeth applying just enough pressure to make it feel good. He was working on timing her orgasm with his own. Her lips and tongue were working dutifully on him, he could even feel the head of his cock being worked on by her throat.

"Cum little one, come with me."

With that he sank two fingers into her body and doubled the attention on her clit, pushing her over the edge just as his cock began spurting down her throat.
 
It was perfectly synchronised, a symbiotic union culminating in simultaneous orgasm, and it was the ultimate expression of their perfect unity.

Yvonne gulped down all Matt gave her sucking him dry, even as his tongue lapped at her own copious fluids. When she was done, she tenderly and lovingly licked him, gently cleansing him of all traces of his seed.

Then, nuzzling his thighs, she nibbled her way across his hips, and lower abdomen, kissing her way up his body, until she lay, once more in his arms.

"You are a wonderful lover Matt. You give me just what I need, when I need it, and I want you to know that I am so glad you showed me what a fool I was. I love you, with all my heart and soul, I hope you know that!"
 
It didn't take too long for Yvonne to work her way up until they were holding each other again. She felt perfect in his arms. There wasn't a better feeling in the world than this one.

"I know, and I love you to. Come on, let's shower. We do have a plane to catch."

Matt swatted her playfully on the backside as they got up together and headed for the shower. The water was nice and warm, and Matt took his time washing Yvonne's hair. It felt good, just running his fingers through the silky locks of hair, massaging the shampoo into it. He could definitely get used to this.
 
Yvonne braced herself against the shower wall and enjoyed the feel of Matt's fingers as they ran through her hair, working the lather, and massaging her scalp. It was one of her favourite things, and something she found highly sensual.

She loved Matt treating her like this, and when he was done, she repaid the favour, shampooing his hair, and then massaging his back, slipping her hands around in front of him to tease his nipples, and then lower, to tease his cock.

Soaping her hands, she began to gently massage his balls with one hand, while her other wrapped around his cock, and began to pump him gently.

She bit his back gently, then laved it with her tongue to make it all better, while she whispered in his ear the way he made her feel, the way her body hungered for him.
 
Matt would have very much liked to spend more time in the shower with Yvonne, just caressing each other and whispering naughty little things to one another as they enjoyed the water. Unfortunately they did have something of a schedule, so much as it killed him he had to rinse off the lather and he and Yvonne had to step from the shower.

"When I went out last night I found you a new bikini, seeing as we're going to Mexico I figured you could use one. Make sure you bring it. I've got to pack as well, so try not to be too distracting."

One hand slid down to her bottom and gave it a little squeeze when he winked and mentioned her not being too distracting.
 
Yvonne pouted.

"AWwww! Spoil Sport!!"

She was excited by the prospect of a new bikini though, and she packed quickly. Two short dresses, two shorts, two tee shirts, Matt's bikini he'd bought her, washbag, sandals, passport and suncream. It didn't take long at all.

Then , having finally decided that all her skipping around in the nude and careful posing as she bent over was wasted, she dressed.

First of all she turned her back to the mirror, and looked over her shoulder, checking out the damage to her ass.

She had a few faint bruises, and one angry red welt, when the cane had lit up her backside. She pulled on a tiny thong, and wriggled into a demin mini skirt, pulled on a bra and a fitted black tee shirt. Finally she thrust her feet into wedge heeled sandals.

"Well... will I do??"
 
Matt did his best to not be too distracted by Yvonne flouncing around and apparently reveling in her nudity. She did look damn good, but if allowed himself to become too distracted they'd never make their flight. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't look at her, she was clearly in a mood for showing off.

His packing was easy, a pair of swimming trunks, several pair of comfortable shorts, sandals and loose fitting shirts. Along with the necessities such as toothbrush, underwear, the usual stuff one needed when traveling. They'd have to swing by his place to grab his passport, but other than that he was set.

"Yes Yvonne, you'll do nicely. Of course now I'm worried about some airport security guard deciding you look too good and strip searching you."

Matt gave her a kiss after he was dressed. He wore sandals, some comfortable jeans, and a loose fitting short sleeved shirt.

"Come on, we need to stop by my place and get my passport."
 
Yvonne grinned as he suggested that the security guard would be feeling her up! She was still grinning when he threw the bags into the back of his car, and they drove to his place for him to pick up his passport.

Moments later alarms were set, and they were off. Yvonne was feeling pretty antsy, and she wriggled in her seat. What was wrong with her?? She had wanted Matt to fuck her in the shower, she had wanted him to bend her over quickly as she packed, but no, and now she was burning up with sexual energy.

She wondered if they might be able to squeeze in a quicky at the airport before they boarded, but glancing at her watch, that seemed unlikely. She'd have to wait, she had not choice.

They parked, checked their luggage, and went through to departures, taking off their shoes, Matt's belt and placing them together with their cell phone, her purse and his wallet in the tray. Yvonne went through first, and set off the buzzer. She checked her pockets, and came up empty and went through a second time, and found herself called to the side for a pat down. Her face flamed as Matt's earlier words played in her mind.
 
Matt was a little surprised that something on Yvonne beeped the scanner. He knew she didn't have any piercings, or any visible metal on her. Maybe something in her bra? He went through without a problem, and stood as close as he could while they got the wand out for Yvonne.

Her face was flushed, and she was clearly put on the spot, but knowing that Yvonne had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, she was probably enjoying this a little bit too. Still, Matt watched carefully, if he perceived anything that felt the least bit shady, there would be a bit of hell to pay.
 
The wand moved over her, and Yvonne felt as though every eye in the airport was on her. As it came down over her chest, it beeped and she cursed herself for wearing an underwired bra!

Still, security were taking things pretty seriously, and a female office was brought over, and Yvonne had to hold her hands out to the side, while she was thoroughly searched by the female guard.

Her face was crimson, and she looked at Matt, mortified, as she felt her niples harden at the light brush of the guards hand. Finally, deciding that she wasn't a terrorist, she was waved on her way, her face still burning, and her nipple pressing hard agaisnt her tee shirt.

Matt would notice, of that she was certain, he missed nothing! Still, she stuck her feet back into her sandals and hurried off toward their gate, saying nothing, and waiting for Matt to speak.
 
Matt watched as Yvonne was wanded, it beeped over her chest. Just an underwire probably, but they brought over a female security person to give her a quick pat down. The whole thing didn't take long, and the guard was very professional, but that didn't stop Yvonne's nipples from hardening a little. He could tell she was in a generally sexually excited mood, and apparently this little display got her going a little bit more.

Actually not many people were looking at Yvonne, but she no doubt felt very self conscious about the whole thing. They moved on easily enough, and when they were sitting by their gate he finally spoke.

"So, I see you enjoyed yourself a little during that. Are you that desperately horny my sweet little submissive?"
 
"So, I see you enjoyed yourself a little during that. Are you that desperately horny my sweet little submissive?"

Yvonne wriggled in her seat.

"No, no, not at all! Why would you think that????"

Her face was still red, and that at least, couldn't be denied.

"look, its all your fault anyway, you and that little mention of security patting me down this morning, well, I had that in my head... that's why I was blushing... I certainly am not horny.... not at all!"

Glancing down and seeing that her nipples were still clearly evident through her tee shirt, she quickly folded her arms, concealing the evidence, as she glared into Matt's grinning, knowing face!
 
Matt grinned through Yvonne's explanations and her folded arms.

"It's ok Yvonne, you're a bit of an exhibitionist at heart. I certainly don't hold it against you that what with being wound up from me not giving you any extra attention this morning you'd get a little excited. Try not to squirm too much though, it's a long flight and I'd hate you to irritate your wonderful little ass."

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, one arm going easily around her shoulders. It wasn't too long before they were boarded and sitting in their seats. His hand slipped easily into hers as boarding finished and the process of getting the plane going began.

"So, do you need a pillow to sit on?"
 
Yvonne blushed at Matt's words. He saw right through her, he knew it, she knew it.

She wriggled in the seat, antsy, but her ass was still sore for the spanking the night before, especially the single stroke of the cane.

They boarded the plane, and she smiled as Matt slipped his hand into hers, and she blushed when he whispered in her ear.

"So, do you need a pillow to sit on?"[/B

She looked about, worried that someone else might have heard, and she glared at Matt and 'shushed ' him, seeing the amusement sparkling in his eyes.

Still, now that he mentioned it, she was mighty sore, and she slumped in her seat, scooting down so that the sorest part of her ass, where her bottom met her thigh, was just off the edge of the seat. It didn't look very elegant, but it did ease the soreness.
 
Matt watched with a little smile on his face as Yvonne tried to get comfortable. One eyebrow raised a little at the position she finally seemed to settle on, it didn't look elegant or very comfortable. He smiled, and pulled her upright.

"I'll get you a pillow. We can even switch seats so I'm on the aisle and no one will see you."

It took only a few words to a flight attendant to get two pillows. After they were airborne he stood and switched seats with Yvonne and she gingerly sat on the pillow.

"See, you worry over such little things. It's adorable."
 
Yvonne's ass burned furiously all during the flight, and she longed to sit in a bath of cool water. She closed her eyes and dreamed of it!!

The pillow that Matt had got for her did make the flight more comfortable, but her sore ass served as a reminder of the discipline he had administered to her last night!

That made her recall how he had subsequently taken her on her hands and knees, his hips slapping her sore butt and she whimpered as arousal flooded her pussy. What was wrong with her???

She would have liked nothing more than to slip a hand between her thighs and stroke herself but not only would that be cheating, it would also likely get her arrested!!

"I am so going to jump you when we land!! I feel like straddling you when we get into a taxi, opening your pants, and riding you like a bucking bronco all the way to the hotel!!"

She had whispered in his ear, and she squeezed her legs together, needing to sate her desire to some extent. She had intended her words to make Matt as uncomfortable as she for the rest of the flight, but her imagination was now filled, and it was tormenting her, at least as much, if not more that it was him.
 
Matt grinned at Yvonne's imagery. She had been squirming a little bit through most of the flight, the girl was on a serious sex high at the moment. It seemed to be all she could think about. And he couldn't resist having a little bit of fun with her.

"Tell you what, keep your legs about an inch apart for the last twenty minutes of the flight and all the way to the hotel. Then you can ride me for as long as you like."

His lips pressed behind her ear softly.
 
"It's a deal!!"

Instantly Yvonne yanked her legs wide apart, adjusting them to the required inch, and struggled to maintain it for the rest of the flight.

Her clit was throbbing like it had its very own heart beat, and she knew her panties were soaking. She was glad she had the pillow, because she was afraid the seat might otherwise have shown a damp patch, but the though of throwing Matt down, and riding him till she passed out was certainly hitting the mark!!

She sat up, and squirmed a little as they prepared for landing, being careful to keep her thighs apart. Then they disembarked, and reclaimed their luggage, went through customs, and into a cab, and Yvonne hoped that the thirty minute cab journey would speed up!!!
 
Matt chuckled softly to himself, watching Yvonne doing her best to follow the rules. It would be so easy to make it more difficult for her, but he was feeling generous. Plus if Yvonne could control herself through the cab ride she deserved her reward.

The cab ride took a little longer than anticipated, some unexpected traffic, and Matt deliberately stretched a few times. His loose fitting shirt pulled tight against his torso, and he could see Yvonne fighting to keep her legs the required inch apart. Finally they arrived at the hotel, checking in wasn't much of a problem, and were up in their room in no time.

"Easy horny little girl. Strip with me first, then your reward."

He watched as her eager fingers pulled up her top as his shirt went off his shoulders. She kicked off her sandals as did he, then she gasped a little when taking off her denim skirt when it brushed over her ass. When both were in just underwear she fumbled with her bra as he easily dropped his boxers to reveal his erection. Her thong went next in an instant, and then she launched herself at him. They landed on the bed, Matt on his back and they moved just enough so his head was supported by the pillows before Yvonne straddled him.
 
Nothing could have stopped her or delayed her another second from jumping his bones!! Yvonne lunged at him, her momentum carrying them both to the bed, where she straddled Matt, lowering herself on his in seconds.

There was no need for foreplay - the entire morning had been foreplay for her, and she was slick with he juices. She moaned as he filled her and then rose and fell twice in quick succession before she threw back her head and came hard! She had been hanging on so long, she simply couldn't wait.

She convulsed on top of him as her entire body experienced wave after wave of sensation crashed through her, sending her into mindless pleasure.

When it was over, still mighty sensitive she sat up, and put her hands on his chest, teasing his nipples. as she rolled her hips, riding him oh-so-slowly and sensuously.

"I have a proposal for you.... a trade off, if you will. Are you up for it?"

She smiled at him, as she bit her lower lip. It was something she had wanted for a while, but she was unsure as to whether he would go for it.

"My proposal is this. Tonight, or tomorrow night, or one of the nights we're here, your choice, I will be your plaything. I mean, I know I am anyway, but we can totally push the envelope, something, anything you want to do, to play out, some fantasy.... its yours, no holds barred. I promise I will engage fully, and it might be something that we will only do once, but I'd like to give you that."

She waited a minutes for him to digest that.

"In return, I get to dominate you, for one night... and you, Sir, will be my slave."


She bit her lip, wondering if he would go for it, or if he would laugh if off.
 
It didn't take Yvonne long to cum the first time, her whole body arched hard and she cried out as the pleasure over took her. She had clearly been building for a while now, and her first release was almost palpable as she rested her hands on his chest and began rocking slowly again. His hands moved up her body and began idly toying with her breasts as she laid out her proposal.

"Hm, I like that you know you're my plaything. Mostly I like having you like that."

As his fingers began rolling her nipples around and around, he considered things. Matt had never had a really submissive urge, but as part of his training he'd requested to be treated like one to better understand what was going on. So he'd have an idea of the different sensations, of the emotional implications, and he thought it made him a very good Dominant.

"All right Yvonne, if you feel the need to try it out, I'll go along with it. Though I think your night should go first. I'd hate to do something that made you want to take it out on me."
 
"Hm, I like that you know you're my plaything. Mostly I like having you like that."



Yvonne grinned at him, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands, whimpering in pleasure as he pinched and rolled her tight little nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She leaned forward, and kissed him, briefly, but passionately, and whispered in his ear.

"And I love being your plaything..... you excite me so!"


As she spoke, she squeezed her pelvic floor muscles ten times in rapid succession, massaging his cock buried deep inside of her, hoping to sway his answer in her favour.

"All right Yvonne, if you feel the need to try it out, I'll go along with it. Though I think your night should go first. I'd hate to do something that made you want to take it out on me."

She let out a whoop of joy, and rode him fast for the next minute, one arm in the air like a rodeo rider!

"Thank you!! I'll take tomorrow night! I'll need some time to prepare my plan for you!!"

She didn't have anything more than a vague and sketchy idea as yet, but she would like to get him thinking!!

"The following night is all yours lover!!"
 
Matt laughed at Yvonne's exclamation, he did enjoy making her smile. When she playfully tossed one arm in the air he obliged the visual by bucking under her and making her bounce around.

"Oh, a plan already in the works little one?"

He grinned, then resumed a more wild bucking, almost as though trying to unseat her. Of course that was the last thing he wanted in the world, but he liked watching her moving, trying to adjust to his motions, her breasts bouncing freely.

"Come on cowgirl, you said you wanted a ride."
 
Yvonne giggled and whooped as he pretended to try to buck her off. It was playful, lighthearted and she loved it.

She felt her climax building up inside of her, and she thought that this time she better ask, seeing as she had almost cum immediately when she impaled herself on him. she slowed right down, and looked at him.

"Master, your naughty little plaything want to cum for you!"

She sat back, riding him slowly, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger as she played her body and teased Matt simultaneously.
 
Matt watched Yvonne, she slowed down and asked permission. She'd come a long way that was for sure. He was terribly proud of her, and he rocked his hips in time with hers. His hands moved up to join hers caressing her breasts, pushing her just a little bit closer.

"Yes my lovely little submissive. I want you to cum again."

To punctuate his words he pinched hard on her nipples, his hips moving harder, pushing her over the edge deliberately.
 
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