Tighter (18+)

Slow Q

The sound of rustle woke Yvonne up. Immediately she opened her eyes and assumed sitting position on the bed. Erick was dressing up, wearing his yesterday's outfit in front of the shower room door.



"Good morning!" he greeted.

"What time is it?" Yvonne quickly asked as she reached for her phone on the night stand, followed by her scream, "we are late!"

Erick grinned.

"Why my alarm didn't go off?" Yvonne mumbled, checking her phone.

"It went off," Erick replied, "but I turned it off."

"Why?" Yvonne barked, rushing toward the shower.

"Because I thought it was too early," explained Erick, "but later on I remembered...."

"My apartment is far away from our office!" Yvonne barked as she closed the shower room.

Erick only grinned to the closed door, tidying up his clothes. Then he walked toward her wardrobe and began checking out the clothes.

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Yvonne went out of the shower room with a towel wrapped around her and was about to walked toward her armoire when she saw some clothes were spread out on the tidied-up bed, her clothes. "You chose my clothes?" she asked to Erick who was sitting on the sofa.

"Yup!" he replied, his hand playing with a pair of scissors.

Yvonne looked back to the bed. A skirt, a T-shirt and a blazer were spread neatly there. She then noticed some things were missing there. She took a deep breath and breathed her comment out, "No undies, huh?"

"Yup!" he acknowledged.

"Guess I'd better throw all my undies away, then!" she mocked him as she dropped her towel off and walked toward the bed.

"You might as well do that!" Erick mumbled.

She put on her skirt and turned back to face him. "And why I don't feel right about those scissors?"

Erick stood up and walked toward her. "Just wear that T-shirt!" he mumbled with a wide smile.

Yvonne took that piece of clothes and wear it. Her heart raced as the fabric fell down around her torso and sat nicely. She quickly reached for the blazer but Erick stopped her and then directed her to face him.

Erick checked her out. "Nice outfit," he commented, took time to watch her heaving upper body.

"Erick!" she whined softly, her face reddened.

"Stand straight up, please!," he asked, ironing her plea.

"Ugh, Erick!" she mumbled, but she took a deep breath and complied nonetheless.

Erick smiled as he saw her two cherries got imprinted on the fabric of the T-Shirt. "Now," he commanded, "stand still as I remodel your T-shirt!"

With that, Erick began snipping it horizontally just under her cherries.

"You like to put your girls on display, huh!" mumbled Yvonne as she felt the cold stainless steel ran across her chest as it cut through the fabric with soft snipping sound.

Erick shrugged and smiled. "So," he mumbled, eyes concentrated on his cutting action, "you are my girl now?"

"I, uh, I mean...," Yvonne stuttered.

"Turn around, please!" he asked, ignoring her incoherence.

Yvonne turned her body around.

"Yes, I like to put them on display," he answered her question as he continued cutting her clothes.

"Including Ava?"

"Mmmhh hmmmm", he mumbled his answer.

"An she complied?"

"Oh she resented it!" he replied, "but at the end, she always let me!"

"Do I have to challenge your pervert commands, too?"

"You may if you want," he commented, as he cut the last thread of her t-shirt "but you don't have to. Now, turn around, please!"

Yvonne turned around. Her face felt hot as she saw his eyes got glued to her exposed chest. "Erick!" she hissed.

Erick smiled. the cloth barely covered her cherries, while the underside of her twin hills, up to the lower part of the pinkish saucers around the top of them were on full display. "Puff you chest up, please!" Erick commanded.

Yvonne whined weakly but did what she asked to do.

Erick's smile grew as he saw the white fabric got lifted, uncovering her swollen red knobs.

"Happy, now?" Yvonne mocked him with shrieking voice.

"Nice!" he commented. "Finish dressing up, please!" he barked, "we are late!"

Yvonne nervously putting on her blazer under the scrutinizing eyes of her boss. "There!" she mocked him as she finished buttoning up, "you like it?"

Erick straightened down her cropped top carefully. "Let's go!" Erick said finally happy with her outfit, "we're late!"

Yvonne followed him, took her handbag as they strode toward the front door. "Do you still want me to put your, uh, pager, in?" she suddenly asked him, feeling the weight of her bag.

Erick stopped walking, and turned his face toward her. A smile grew on his face.

She silently cursed her loose tongue.

"Good idea!" he commented then, tapping the dining table next to him, he continued, "Come! Sit here!"

"I mean, at the office," Yvonne grumbled, walked toward the table, climbed up and sat as he asked, "not now!"

"Spread your legs, please!" Erick asked, reached into her bag and fished the silicone rod.

Yvonne whined but parted her leg apart anyway, feeling the heat on her face as she saw him crouched on the floor, brought his face at the same level as her exposed love slit.

Erick examined her crotch. Her slit glistened with juice. He parted it, and whistled softly.

"What?".

"You're soaking!" he commented, then poke one finger inside.

Yvonne sighed, feeling his index slid in, "the way you dressed me up," she moaned, jerked slightly as he gently scratched her spot, "who wouldn't get wet?"

Erick pulled his finger out, then hunched closer toward her, taking time to have a good look at her.

"What are you looking at!" Yvonne protested weakly. Her protest ended in a shriek when suddenly Erick suddenly pulled her hips toward him and buried her face in her crotch. The feeling she got when his wet, rough tongue, swiped her tunnel, made her squealed and clasped her thighs. "Erick!" she sighed loudly.

Erick looked up. "Why?" he asked, "you don't like it?"

"No!" she barked, I mean, Yes! but ...."

Erick smiled. "You licked and sucked me many time already!" he explained softly, "now it's my turn!"

"But I did it because it's our deal!"

"You mean, you did it because of the deal? That you actually didn't want to?"

"No!" she barked, then again corrected herself weakly, "I mean, I want to! But you don't have to ...."

"Then I want do it, too!" he cut her short, then began to dive again.

"But ...!" Yvonne argued.

Erick smiled. "Shut up and let me do you! That's an order!"

"Oh, Erick ...!" she whined, yet, obeying him, she let his head go. Before long, she moaned and whined as his tongue explored her love cavity. Soft, muffled slurping sound was heard as he licked and sucked her juice. Without her control, her legs clasped again, but this time, instead of her effort to keep him away, they worked together to keep his head in. Her hands no longer pushes his head away, now pulled it toward her, begging him to explore more and deeper.

Yvonne moaned deeply and closed her eyes. Her body shivered, readied herself for the impending come.

Suddenly Erick stopped what he was doing and wriggled himself free of her.

"Why ...?" Yvonne asked with trembling voice. "Did I, uh, disappoint you?"

Erick smiled and shook his head.

"I mean, my, uh, odor or ...?"

"You smell nice," he replied, "and taste delicious!"

Yvonne blushed, and asked, "then why do you ...?"

""Because I don't want you to come, yet!" he explained, then stood up, leaned on the desk, wrapped his arms around her and continued softly, "Calm your self down, Dear!"

Yvonne chuckled nervously, took a few deep breaths before finally mocked him coyly, "Damn you, Erick!"

Erick smiled and slowly brought his face toward hers.

Yvonne's smile faded, realizing what he meant to do. "Erick!" she hissed, "No!"

Erick, ignoring her protest, kept on advancing until his lips touched hers, then he started pecking her, gently.

Yvonne was in haywire. for a second she tried to break free off his embrace but then her mind succumbed. She closed her eyes as she returned the favor, her arms wrapped around his neck.

for a few moments, they kissed. Then Yvonne sensed he let go of her waist, followed by a clicking and whizzing sound of buckle and zipper. Still kissing, she joined forced. Her arms went down from around his keck, hurriedly helped him pulling his pants down.

His trousers downed, Erick again held her by her waist and pulled her forward, forcefully this time.

Yvonne had to stopped kissing to gasp for air as his hotrod rammed right in to her hungry love canal. She looked at his smiling eyes as her body rocked to and fro, her mouth half open, her breaths quickened.

"This is going to be quick," Erick mumbled with heavy breath, "then I want to finish it off in your mouth! Okay?"

Yvonne just nodded absentmindedly. Her hand held the sides of his torso to help her stabilize her rocking body.

Soon, her body shuddered. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. "Erick ...!" she whispered, "I'm coming ...!"

To her dismay, Erick pushed her body away, dislodging his shaft out of her.

Deprived of her prized baton, Yvonne opened her eyes. "But why?" she protested, frowned at him.

"On your knees!" Erick barked instead.

"But I ...!"

"Now!"

"You're not to come yet!"

"But ....!"

"Now, Dear!" Erick smiled and commanded softly.

"Okay!" she mumbled, getting off the table and down to her knees, "Okay ...!"

It was hard for Yvonne to work on his swollen hot rod amidst her own raging fire. Her shaking body made it hard to keep him inside her mouth , her trembling hands could barely kneaded the nut and the exposed part of his shaft, and her panting breaths made her dizzy as her airway was blocked by his overwhelming size.

"Look at me, Dear!" Erick asked with trembling voice.

Yvonne looked up, her face grimaced.

Then it happened. Erick smiled at her weakly, then grunted as the air rushed his lungs when his belly muscles contracted and his body twitched at each of his spurt.

"Yes!" Erick murmured, petting her hair, when he saw her eyes blinked and he felt her tongue contracted, "swallow it clean, Dear!"

Yvonne took her time to caress his throbbing rod all the while calming her denied storm down. Finally, when she regained enough peace of mind, she stood up. "So,“ she asked him, smiled as she tidied down her skirt, "when can I get mine?"

"Later, Yv," Erick replied, putting his pants back on, "We are late for office."

Erick then offered his arm and gestured her to go. Yvonne grabbed his elbow and they went out and hurriedly walk out of her apartment and to the elevator.

In the elevator, Yvonne rested her head on his shoulder and moaned softly, I need to come ...!"

"Later, Dear!" Erick replied.

"How much later?"

"Not really much!"

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