The Office (Closed)

Yvonne was engrossed in her work, noticing that the outer offices were in darkness, save for one or two lights. She walked out, to find Matt, and two of the girls, Karen and Samantha, still at their desks.

With a brief nod in their direction, she turned to Matt.

"I need a full analysis of sales both actual and projected for this year, compared to each of the last three years. Make sure you finish it before you leave"

She was abrupt with him, she knew that, but she was terrified of giving herself away to the staff. She turned on her heel, and caught the reflection in the glass, of Karen pulling faces at Matt, clearly thinking her the biggest bitch on earth!
 
Matt quickly lost himself in work, the clock not a consideration. He always worked until Yvonne left, it led to some long nights, but it was part of the job being a personal assistant. Tonight he was fully expecting the long night, it was their first day back after weeks off, there was going to be plenty of stuff to do. Eventually it was just him, Yvonne, and two of the office girls.

"I need a full analysis of sales both actual and projected for this year, compared to each of the last three years. Make sure you finish it before you leave."

"Of course Ms. Summers."

He caught the face Karen was making and scowled at her. It was his normal response when people were overly derogatory to Yvonne, always had been since she'd hired him. She was the boss, and was going to be in that position forever, but Matt always felt there were rather obvious limits to what you could do or say about the boss. When Yvonne returned to her office Matt glared again at Karen.

"Some respect to the boss might keep you out of trouble Karen. Especially given how far behind you are."
 
It was almost eleven when Yvonne finally felt she was prepared for Thursday's meeting, and had caught up on the many items awaiting her attention. She could have left some of them, but that was not in her nature, and she stumbled from her office, glad to see Matt still there.

She hadn't intended to stay quite this late, security in the car park was sparse after eight thirty, and she didn't want to take a risk.


She waited while he closed down his files, and switched off his PC, then they turned off the lights in the office, as the cleaning crew had already been through. They walked in silence toward the cars, both at opposite ends of the car park, and she was glad of his company, feeling much safer when he was there.
"I'm going home now Matt", she said, "walk me out!"
 
Karen and Samantha left around 10 or so, Matt smiled at them.

"Sorry about snapping earlier, and thanks again for all your hard work."

It was almost an hour later, but he finally had all the numbers, graphs, charts, and other variables that Yvonne would need for the meeting. She made wonderful presentations, had a flair for talking with people and explaining things to them. If Matt had to present he'd spend most of the time explaining things instead of getting to the point. At 11 she finally emerged from her office as Matt was shutting down his computer. He always waited for Yvonne if it was after nine or so.

"I'd be happy to Yvonne."

They had parked in their usual spots, away from each other. Matt walked her to her car. Once she was in he handed her the file he'd compiled that she'd need.

"See you at home."

He pressed a single chaste kiss to her cheek before heading to his own car.
 
Yvonne drove home thinking about their day. She had been quite off hand with Matt on several occasions, eager to prove to everyone that there was no connection between them.

She parked in the double garage, being careful to pull hard to one side, so that there was room for Matt to pull in.

She switched off the engine and grabbed her briefcase, gettng out of her car, and unlocking the house, switching on the lights, as she heard Matt pull in behind her.
 
Matt took an extra minute or so to get home, he seemed to hit every red light between the office and their place. He noted Yvonne had given him ample room to park and was already inside. He parked and followed her in. On impulse he hopped out and grabbed her as the garage door was closing.

"Indulge a personal fantasy for me."

Then his lips caught hers, pressing her back against the car, the hood just at the small of her back, bending her just a little as his hands slid down her sides and tugged her skirt upwards.
 
They were no sooner inside than their roles quickly reversed.

Matt sprang from his car, with an energy that surprised her, given the lateness of the hour, and the long day he had put down.

In the blink of an eye, he had her pressed against the wall, kissing her, and then he walked her backwards pressing her back over the hood of the car.

"Indulge a personal fantasy for me."

Yvonne whimpered as he bent her back over the car.

She looked at him.

"Of couse, Master, anything!"
 
"Yes Master."

Those two little words always sent a thrill down his spine. They continued kissing, until Matt had pulled Yvonne's skirt up over her hips could get at her panties. With a motion he spun her around bent her over the hood. Her panties were pulled to one side, with his free hand he undid his belt and pushed his pants down. It was lucky he wasn't wearing the suit jacket, it had been slung over his arm and he quickly folded it and rested it under her body. Then his pants and boxers went down and pushed his cock into her body.

"Oh, that's a good girl Yvonne. Normally my car is a higher end type of thing in this fantasy, but you more than make up for that."
 
Her tits pressed agaisnt the still warm hood of the car, the engine heat coming through, but nothing was as hot as Matt's taking control of her, spinning her, bending her over the car, and thrusting wildly into her.

Yvonne moaned, and whimpered, and enjoyed every second of his wild fuck. This was not only his fantasy, she had often fantasied about the very same thing! Being bent over something so powerful, being taken by some one so powerful was kicking Yvonne's libido into overdrive.

She whimpered, she pressed her ass back agianst him, as she hissed.

"Oh yes Master!! That feels so good, ride me, ride me hard!"
 
"Oh, I plan on it little one."

True to his word Matt's hips began slamming into Yvonne's. He rode her hard, slamming into her, hands on her hips, pulling her back towards him to increase the force of each one. He used one hand to wind into her hair and pull her head back.

"Next time the car will be cold so you're nipples can suffer just a little bit."

It was almost turning violent, the way he plowed into her all to willing body, his breath coming shorter and shorter with each thrust. Eventually it became too much and he slammed home one final time, then with a grunt of total animal completion, his orgasm spent itself inside of his lovely submissive.
 
Matt's words painted a picture for her mind, and Yvonne felt her body shuddering as she visualised herself bent over the bonnet of the car, her nipples pressed against cold metal, the stimulation, almost painful.

Matt had her hips, and held her riding her hard and fast, almost animalistic in his possession of her, and Yvonne loved it.

She moaned and cried out, feeling sensation rise within her body, knowing that she would cum very soon.
 
As he came, Matt felt Yvonne getting closer, so he released his grip on her hip, tugged her hair again, and used his free hand to find her hard little clit and begin working it.

"Cum Pet, I want it, and I want it now."

He punctuated the order with a pinch to the bundle of nerves, and another thrust of his still mostly erect cock.
 
Matt's hand was wound in her hair, pulling her scalp, making her arch her back, making her feel controled and owned by him, and the discomfort, the burning in her scalp served to give her an edge to her arousal.

His finger teasing her clit was sweet torture, and when he pinched it hard and leaned his weight down on her, whispering in her ear, she came, her body imploding in an abundance of sensation, shuddering, and quivering deep inside of herself, until, weak legged, she slumped to her knees, breathing hard.
 
Matt gasped when Yvonne came, her walls clamping onto him with an almost animal like intensity. Together they rode the waves of pleasure, bodies joined even as their strength left them and they sagged together to the floor of the garage, panting.

"You're amazing Pet."

He leaned over and kissed her softly, caressing her face. Then he withdrew from her and redid his pants, pulled her skirt down over her hips and picked her up. He carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed then kissed her again.

"Thank you Yvonne, that exceeded any possible fantasy."
 
Slumped on the ground, exhausted, Yvonne needed Matt to help her up. He took her hand, and she went to her feet, and into his arms.

She had needed that, it set the tone of their being home, it altered the work boss /PA dynamic, and returned them to their at home Master / Slave relationship, and it allowed Yvonned to relax, to chill out, and to be free from decision making for a while.

They went into the house, and she flicked on the lights, and she went straight to the kitchen, pouring some wine for them.

"Shall we order in, or there is some Lasagne in the freezer I can nuke it if you like??"
 
Matt grinned, watching Yvonne walk. She was still a little weak kneed from his vantage point. Of course, so was he if he were totally honest. She might be his, but she still did things to him.

"Lasagna sounds good."

He went into the bedroom long enough to remove the suit jacket and tie, loosen his collar, and change shoes. Feeling much more relaxed and casual, he returned to the kitchen and sat opposite Yvonne, liberally eying her.

"Go get changed, no underwear though, a camisole or long shirt, and stockings. I have a few ideas for you before we go to bed."
 
Yvonne put the lasagne on a plate and put it into the microwave. She grabbed a couple of plates, a bottle of Chianti, cutlery, and condiments, and set the table, just finishing when Matt returned out, looking ultra hot and sexy, in his relaxed office attire!! God! He looked good enough to eat, and she'd happily dump the lasagne in the bin!! Looking at him, here, like that, gave her material for a few fantasies!!

"Go get changed, no underwear though, a camisole or long shirt, and stockings. I have a few ideas for you before we go to bed."
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She went into the bedroom, and stripped out of her pinstriped suit, haning it on the back of a chair, and throwing her blouse in the laundry basket, along with her underware. She was naked, save for her nude thigh highs and her 4" heeled pumps. She pulled a sexy, translucent camisole out of her drawer, and pulled it on, arranging her breasts, and touching up her make up and finally letting down her hair, from the up do she usually wore to work.

She walked back out to Matt, kicking one leg into the room, and running her foot up and down the architrave, before she strode sexily into the room.

"Well, am I drop dead gorgeous or what!!" she giggled, and took a drink of her wine.
 
"Well, am I drop dead gorgeous or what!!"

"Absolutely."

Yvonne was stunning, her impressive breasts hardly hidden under the fabric, the heels accentuated her legs, and her curves were definitely on display. He was tempted to forgo dinner and spend the foreseeable future doing very very bad things to her body. Instead he placed the now nuked food across from where he was sitting and indicated she should sit.

"Remove your shoes and put your feet on the edge of my chair."

Matt had several evil thoughts running through his mind, but had settled on one for this evening.
 
Yvonne grinned at him, pleased with the compliment.

She settled into the seat, and stretched out her feet, one at either side of his chair.

She looked at him, and, holding his gaze she ran her finger round her wine glass, and then dipped it in, then, looking at him, she sucked her finger, moaning. She lifted a foot, and began to rub Matt's cock under the table, as she waited to see what he had in mind.
 
Matt was just starting to eat when he felt Yvonne's stocking clad foot brushing the crotch of his pants. He smiled across at her, then reached down and caught her foot, placed it just out of reach of his crotch, and left it there.

"Don't move that one. We're going to eat for now, then play a little game and I need access to your feet for it."

With that said, he reached across the table and tweaked her nipples to full hardness under the material, giving each enough of a pinch and twist to send a jolt down her body.

"Keep those hard too."
 
Matt's words peaked her curiosity.

What was he planning?? Her nipples stood out like bullets, tenting the fabric of her camisole.

"Oh God matt what, are you planning??" she was a bag of nerves, more from anticipation than anything else. What was he planning with her feet??? She was ultra ticklish, and hoped it was nothing to do with that!!

Still, she could tease a little herself.

During the meal, she stopped several times, to pluck at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, making them stand out, and moaning as she pinched them, making sure she got Matt's total and undivided attention.
 
Matt just chuckled softly at her words. It was more amusing if he let her think on it. Every now and then he'd trace a finger up the sole of her foot to watch her shiver. Of course she turned that around when she kept her nipples hard, his cock was hard as well. When at last the meal was done, Matt sat back and took the foot in his hands, rubbing softly. Clearly a massage right now, but it could easily become a tickle.

"So, you should know I have a tickle urge that comes on me every now and then. I don't have to indulge it often, but from time to time I do."

Seeing the panic in her eyes he smiled.

"Not right now. Right now this is more, hm, call it an interrogation. I want to know one of your fantasies that you haven't shared with me yet. If I think you're lying, I will tickle you."

As a demonstration he danced his fingers along the stocking, letting the material add to the tickling sensations.
 
Yvonne moaned with sensual pleasure as Matt massaged the sole of her foot, working all the little muscels, and easing aches she didn't even know she had.

"Oh Matt! I'll be your slave for life if you keep that up!! Its devine! And, its my weak spot!! I adore foot massages!!!!"

She whimpered, the threat of a tickle preventing her from relaxing too much!!

"Hmmm fantasies I haven't 'fessed up to yet, huh?" she grinned, and sucked on her bottom lip.

"Well, one that leaps to mind..... You know I think you look hot in that suit... right, well when we first came in, I fantasied that you were my boss, and you were taking..... advantages of me! Groping me, taking my panties and bra, when I did something wrong..... bending me over your desk and spanking me....." she trailed off, and blushed.

"Another one is that I have..... I have a .... a rape fantasy! Not that I'd want to be acutally raped but .... You know what I mean... dont you?"
 
Matt kept massaging her foot, adding random tickles to keep her on her toes, so to speak. He listened intently as Yvonne mentioned her office based fantasy, they could definitely do something along those lines one of these late nights. His motions paused for a bit during her next one.

"Yes, I do. Rape fantasies aren't that uncommon, and I know you don't really want to be raped. We can do something like that later."

With a few more tickling strokes of his fingers he released that foot and took the other. Again he massaged it.

"That's two. Do you have one more to confide?"

A threatening dance of fingers before his thumbs returned to massaging her foot.
 
Yvonne squeeled as he ran a finger up along the sole of her foot!

What other fantasies huh?

Okay, I like the idea of being gang banged, being the prize on a poker night.. being foced to satisfy several men!

I like the whole humiliation thing, beign made to dress inappropriately, brought out and about, and I dont know.... walking though a public park, looking like a total slut, then being grabbed, bent over a bench, and fuckedk!

I really like the idea of being chased down, my clothes torn off me, as I fight, and then you fuck me!

I like the idea of being your toy, of being forced to get nipple and clit piercings, because you want it! Getting a tattoo - Matt's Slut, something nasty like that!!

She grinned at him, knowing he was not unaffected!!
 
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