Tighter (18+)

Free Will

"You called me, Erick?" Yvonne asked, her voice a bit trembling.

"Yes!" her boss responded, stopped working on his computer. He was sitting on his chair behind the desk, "come in and lock the door!"

Yvonne gulped. She know what that meant. So, she turned the lock. "How do you want it?" she asked him smiling and with light tone, without pretense.

"Whoa!" Erick exclaimed, arms reaching out toward her, "not so fast, Lady!"

"Oh!" Yvonne uttered softly. Her face like a boiled lobster, "I thought you want to ...!"

"Oh yes, I will!" Erick cut her short, grinned wide, "but first ...,"

Yvonne kept walking toward him until his hands reached her arms. Her legs now touched the edge of Erick's chair between his spread legs. She tried to keep her gaze to Erick's eyes but the bulge on his trousers kept pulling her eyes down. "Yes?" she finally asked.

"Did you invite Helen and Dennis over?" Erick asked.

Erick's hands caressed her thighs, slowly climbed up inside her skirt.

Yvonne gulped and sighed. His hands felt hotter and hotter, burning her skin a they moved higher and higher, making it harder and harder for her to keep her eyes up. Finally she succumbed to the gravity of his bulge.  "Yes!" she shrieked, then continued after cleared her throat, "I invited her and gave her your address!"

"Good ...!" Erick replied with a smile, his thumbs gently touched her slit.

Yvonne sighed loudly.

"Now, let's get to our business!" Erick continued. his fingers began to pull the pager.

"Do you think they will come?" Yvonne asked quickly, somehow still panic although they have done it many times before.

The pager got gully dislodged. Erick put it on the table before answering. "We'll see, tonight."

"Oh ...," Yvonne exclaimed softly, didn't know what to say. Her crotch felt empty without the tool inside her. Then she realized that she had looked at the front of his pants for too long. She forced her eyes up and asked. "So, what do you want me to do now?"
"I don’t know!" Erick replied with a grin, "what do you want to do?"

"I, uh," Yvonne mumbles, "I don't know, either!"

"Do you want to go back to your seat?"  Erick offered.

Yvonne didn’t answer. her eyes moved quickly between his eyes and the dome on his pants.

"If you want to go back," Erick continued, reaching for the pager on the table, "Then I'll put this back ...."

"May I unzip you?" suddenly Yvonne asked.

Erick smiled at her. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Yvonne felt her head light. "Sorry ...!" she mumbles softly.

"Nothing to sorry about!" Erick calmed her, "you may do whatever you want!"

"Thanks!" Yvonne replied.

"Well," Erick replied back, "what are you waiting for?"

"Oh!" Yvonne exclaimed, smiled nervously, then quickly kneeled in front of him, between his legs. Then, with trembling hands, she began unzipping his trouser.

His toy sprung free.

"But you just released your seeds a few minutes ago!" Yvonne murmured.

Erick chuckled. "The thought of they watching us excited me!" he said.

"What if they didn’t come tonight?"

Erick shrugged. "We’ll have fun tonight, no matter what!"

Yvonne forced a trembling smile. Her hands semi consciously began to caress the hot rod. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked.

"I don't know," again Erick replied, shrugging his shoulder, "what do you want?"

Yvonne cursed him silently. She was so used of being commanded now, she didn't know what to do. Finally, taking a deep breath, she brought her head toward the throbbing shaft and put it into her mouth.

For a few moments, the room was quiet, safe from soft slurping sound of Erick rod coming and going the wet mouth and his occasional sigh and oomph.

Still busy working on his rod, Yvonne looked up at him and he smiled her.

Yvonne got mesmerized by his eyes and his  expression. It somehow made her more exited. The emptiness down below became more unbearable, as her muscle cramped, desperately looking for something to grasp to. She moaned rather loudly.

Erick smiled at her, groaned and moaned.

Yvonne kept gazing at him. She knew what was about to come soon, and expected him to instruct her to do something. So, still massaging him with her mouth, she waited, anticipating.

Then, suddenly, she realized that he wouldn't command her anything this time. At the same time, she felt her body was craving for something. She gathered her courage, then pull the thing out of her mouth. "May I ... ?" she whispered.

Erick groaned. his pelvis twitched up and down. missing her warm and moist mouth.

"Oh!" Yvonne exclaimed, quickly reached for his rod, "Sorry ...!"

"Don’t!" Erick grunted. His hand gripped hers.

"Oh ...!" Yvonne murmured, puzzled.

Erick smiled. "What did you want to say?" he asked softly.

Yvonne blushed. She awkwardly smiled, then answered, "I was about to ask if I may, uh, sit on you."

"Don’t ask!" Erick responded sharply, then continued with softer tone, "Just do it!"

Yvonne smiled  "Okay, then!" she said, "but I think we should wait to calm you down a bit, otherwise you might come ...!"

"Don't think about what I might do!" Erick cut her, smiled, "Tell me what I have to do!"

"Oh ...!" Yvonne uttered. Then, she smiled shyly and stood up, cleared her throat as she unzipped her skirt and let it dropped. "I'm going to sit on you, then!"

Erick gulped. "Okay!" he said to the towering girl climbed to his chair.

Yvonne kneeled on the chair, her boss sat between her bent knees. She reach down to grab his hot, throbbing rod. Then, steadily she lowered her body, aiming the shaft toward her hungry canal. Her trembling lips gaped open as the burning head touched down, and produced a long, relieved sigh as it travelled inside her, scratching her itch.

Yvonne gasped for air and nervously giggled as she finally sat on him. His full blown baton impaled her fully, to the point of pushing the deep end of her love tunnel up. "Man!" she mumbled, "you are burning!"

"You love it?" Erick asked, smirked.

Yvonne nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, I figured!" Erick commented. "Your muscle told me that, too!"

"Damn!" Yvonne cursed, but grinned.

"Now, what?" Erick challenged.

"Now," Yvonne mumbled as she began supporting her weight on her arms, stretched down on his torso, "Don't come before me!" Her face turned crimson as she said that and started her pumping.

Again Erick gulped, "Uh, Okay!" he moaned before continuing, "I'll try!"

Yvonne breathed heavier by each slam. She smiled at him, struggling to cope his urge as she gained pace.

Erick groaned. He exercised his breathing technique to keep his juice at bay.

"Erick," Yvonne suddenly mumbled.

"Yes?"

"When Ava returns to you," Yvonne breathed out her question, "will you still do this to me?"

"If she returns!" Erick corrected her, groaned and sighed, then continued, "but yes! I will!"

Yvonne grimaced and gasped. "Thanks!" she whispered. A second later, her arms went weak. Her body dropped onto his torso, her head on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and howled. Her pelvis rammed his, his swollen rod rammed her inner end, her muscle kneaded it.

"Coming?" Erick whispered on her ear.

Yvonne could only nodded.

"May I?" Erick asked again.

Yvonne shook her head. “No!" she screamed, "In my mouth!"

Erick groaned. Arms holding and caressing her jerking hips, he closed his eyes and thinking about other mundane things in his effort to defocus his mind. Yet, Yvonne rumbling moan and pummeling Kegel kept dragging him down toward inevitability. "Yv ...!" he groaned.

Yvonne, kept on grunting, just nodded her head.

"Yv ...!" Erick grunted.

Yvonne kept slamming.

"Iv ...!" he wailed for the last time with guttural voice, his fingers clawed her supple bottoms.

Erick tried as he might, but her barrage of ecstatic stimuli broke his defensive walls. His hands pushed her jumping hips down and with disappointed moaned, he deposited his prize deep inside her.

Yvonne howled. His coming made him pushed rod deeper, pulsated inside he, increasing her own rapture. She just forgot about everything.

"You came!" Yvonne protested weakly when both had calmed down.

"Yes," Erick replied, his fingers strumming her spine.

"You disobey me!'

"I'm sorry!" Erick muttered.

"What should I do?"

"Uhmmm ..." Erick mumbled softly, "punish me, perhaps?"

"Punish you?"

"Uh hmmm"

"With what?"

"I don’t know!" Erick shrugged, "anything that pleases you, I think!"

"Now?"

"Now, later, up to you!" Erick explained, "It's your call!"

Yvonne went silent for awhile. Then, slowly dislodging his semi hard rod off of her, she climbed down the chair. "Let me think about it, then!" she commented as she kneeled in front of him, face centimeters away from his manhood, "for now, let me clean you up!"

Yvonne slowly licked his substance, pooled at the base of his rod and around it, taking time to enjoy the sensation. "Did you this to her, too?" suddenly she mumbled between her lick.

"Who?"

"Ava!"

"Uh, I guess!" Erick replied reluctantly, "why?"

"You said she got addicted to your essence, right?" Yvonne explained.

"Yeah," Erick acknowledge. "Why?"

"Because," Yvonne slurped the juice off of his nut sack, "I think I'm addicted to it, too!"

"Oh!" Erick exclaimed, grinned.

"Soon you’ll have two girls to satisfy!" Yvonne smirked.

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