The last installation in the iconic role-playing game series.

The last installation in the iconic role-playing game series.

Bzzzt, bzzzt.

The cellphone lying on the nightstand vibrated, it's screen illuminating my dark bedroom with its bright white light. The wind from the fan whirring just across the room failed to muffle the melodic chime indicating an incoming text, jarring me from my semi-slumber. I reached out and grabbed my phone, noticing it was a text from Ava through the harsh light on the screen. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and once they did, I read her message - "I miss you."

This simple phrase left my gut with a sudden emptiness. I pressed my fingertips against the keyboard, but the words wouldn't come, waiting for instructions as they waited for my reaction. They never came, as my phone vibrated with another image. Ava's voluptuous cleavage filled the screen, bouncing breasts mashed between her arms. I endured a visible spirited display, a second photo showing Ava reclining in bed, one hand teasing her own large breasts. Then a third snapshot, a close up - a closeup that left nothing to the imagination, showcasing a pair of erect nipples.

Ava often teased me this way in the past, so her behaviour was no surprise. However, that didn't prevent the blood from rushing to my dick, nor did the fiery ache in my balls or my bloodshot eyes. I stared at the images, my mind wandering through my past with Ava. Our times hadn't ended as she and I had planned, instead we parted ways. But now, could things be different?

I rubbed my chin with my right hand, considering how to respond. The phone vibrated once more, notifying me of the arrival of a call. Overwhelmed by the sheer emotion, I brushed aside the remnants of my memories, and pressed the phone against my ear.

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Bzzzt, bzzzt.

The phone lying on the table vibrated more forcefully this time. In spite of the raucous noise of the diner, this new signal was undeniable, and Ava felt it in her gut. Her food, in the process of arriving at our table, sat abandoned on her plate, and she couldn't help but fidget. I timed the quiet snap of her underwear as she shifted in her seat, my eyes darting to our phone on the table. A few taps later, silence fell. Ava exhaled sharply, her grin appearing, however, a grin that belied her torture just moments ago.

Our mutual gaze lasted for an indefinite amount of time, as though frozen in a sea of anticipation. On the other side of the table, Ava's long, crimson dyed hair cascaded down her torso, framing her gorgeous figure in three-quarters view. Her dusky eyes, a burning amber in the darkness, were completely captivating, and the fact that she was wearing a tank top and pj pants only made her more sensual.

"It's been quite a while," I said, my gaze fixated on her, my tone nonchalant and even sarcastic.

Ava arched an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated my remark, chomping noisily on her last fry. "Did you miss me, Taylor?"

I inhaled sharply, almost laughing through my nose. "Is that a question?"

"Women just have to be sure, right?"

"And what do you feel for me, Ava?"

"A girl has to be sure. How do you feel right now?" She reclined into the booth, folding her arms across her chest in defiance.

"I can't answer that," I replied casually, my eyes on her perfectly manicured nails scraping across her exposed cleavage. "You know how I feel though."

"Do I?" she countered. "Is that it?"

I watched her mouth as she bit her lip, the air crackling between us. "I guess I can leave that to your imagination."

"I'll never let you go again," she said softly, lowering her voice. "I promise."

"We both know you lied before," I set down my glass, watching her intensely. "So what's different?"

"I've finally realized what's important in life. I realized that I'll always regret leaving you behind and I don't want to do it again."

I seated myself closer, trying to eke out a smile. "You're an interesting person."

"Yes … I am." She leaned towards me, her eyes looking me directly in the eye. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful than you."

Holding her gaze, I leaned into her, mind racing with our history. "Are you sure?"

Her nipples hardened beneath my clothes, the scent of her arousal filling the booth. "I'm certain."

I took a deep breath, all fear dissipated. "Then ….why don't we go to the bathroom, find out for sure?"

Ava bit her lip in agreement. "I suppose that's fair."

The pair of us shared a mischievous wink, oblivious to the crowd around us. Hand in hand we sidled through the diner, leaving the uncertainty of our relationship behind.

The night was young.

As my fingertips danced across the touchscreen, I quickly reactivated the engine, reviving the familiar hum that mingled with the noisy chaos surrounding us. The noise was muffled by the plush seats, but the change in Ava's demeanor was evident, her facial expression conveying a mix of shock and astonishment as her knuckles gripped the table's edge.

"How do you feel now?" I inquired nonchalantly, my digits poised to initiate another round.

"That's not fair," she huffed, keeping her composure and meeting my gaze.

"But it's so much fun, isn't it?"

Before she could reply, the waitress appeared at our table, a large jug of water in hand. She was a cheerful middle-aged woman who readily refilled our glasses, beginning with mine. Immediately after, I tapped the screen, revving the motor to full throttle. The result was a soft yet audible moan that escaped Ava's lips. The waitress seemed to freeze, fixated on the shaking woman before her.

"Are you okay, dear?" she asked Ava sympathetically.

"Yes, thank you," Ava managed to whisper through her fingers clenched over her mouth.

I couldn't help but smirk, as the pressure on the screen remained unchanged, mere moments away from unleashing another round. The waitress remained in place, holding the jug and glass in midair, and her eyes never strayed from Ava's trembling body.

"Endure it," I suggested, flashing a wicked grin, but then I let up, powering down the device, allowing Ava's body to regain composure and her breathing to return to normal.

"Having a splendid time?" I inquired with a hint of sadism.

"Far from it," she retorted, smiling ear-to-ear and tilting her head toward the cold fries on the table.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself as well."

"Seems old times have disappeared, doesn't it?"

"Seeking a sense of familiarity?"

"Seeking...," she paused, planting her foot onto my groin, concealed beneath the table, "inspiration," she concluded wickedly, uncurling her toes to give a light squeeze.

Shocked by her actions, I stifled a groan, feeling her leg's firm grasp on my arousal. She wriggled her toes, increasing the pressure, the blunted tip of her shoe spreading my succluent member within my pants. I chuckled nervously, our eyes locked, each of us reading deeper into the other's. In that moment, we felt like long-forgotten companions falling back into place.

Without notice, I stood from my seat and slid into the space next to Ava, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Her flesh was plush and delicately heated, her arousal palpable, teasingly close to reach. I diverted my head toward her temple, my lips hovering just above her skin. Her body visibly relaxed as my hot breath teased the sensitive spots on her neck, on the verge of giving in to a passionate kiss or candle-lit secret-sharing.

"You'll come for me in this booth," I whispered, my voice drenched in seductive tones.

"And if I say no?" she dared.

In response to her words, I instead closed my lips over her neck, biting down with all my strength. Ava's breath hitched, her hand slipping from my grasp, allowing me to scoop up my phone. Three taps, and the restaurant's air was filled with the low humming of arousal, each jolt of power surging through different patterns, sending the chair vibrating beneath us. Our eyes locked again, and within her dark eyes, something sinister lurked.

For the first time in many years, she had rediscovered the joy of playing with me, and I was all too eager to return the favor. Just as she had asserted her sensual dominance, I now craved mine.

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Story Continued

We had managed to stay under the radar, but I couldn't help but straighten up anyways. My date sat next to me, her body writhing with the same spasms she had experienced earlier, but these tremors were louder and more persistent around her groin. The commotion under the table was noticeably louder than earlier in the evening. With the talkative couple next to us, it seemed unlikely anyone else would notice the strange noises.

"Touch yourself, Ava," I growled, my fingers tangled in her thigh. It felt like she was a captive being held at the mercy of my hands. She hesitantly obliged, sneaking a hand beneath the table. I caught a glimpse of her hand slipping into her bottoms, which seemed to confirm that she had indeed breached her underwear. As her breathing became more labored, her lips curled into a small smile and her head tilted towards the back wall.

Trying to be quiet, I loosened my grip on her thigh. My other hand quickly found a new task, kneading her back gently with soothing, slow movements calculated to lead her deeper into the act she was engaged in. Ava shuddered slightly, her writhing growing more intense. Her hands met mine.

As I watched the women's hands collide, I could feel the steamy grassland vibes radiating from her underwear. Their swollen lips were surprisingly hot, like a tropical environment. I covered her hand with mine and together we continued, rubbing and massaging her engorged lips.

Eventually, I could feel the heat from her bottoms. With my palms plastered to her hands, she nodded her head eagerly, indicating her desire to take this to the next level. I ordered her to go ahead, waiting for her response before I switched to a position where my hand was directly on her knee. Her hot body bumped against mine eagerly, a lovely sensation of warmth against my own.

"Okay, now," I whispered in her ear, giving her permission to continue.

She assented silently, focusing her energy on completing the deed so she could regain some composure. I watched her deeply focused hands as they dived into her wetness, curling up her fingers around her pleasure center. I couldn't help but join her. We moved as one, our fingers relentlessly tickling her sensitive spot. The sensations sent her body rocketing into a frenzy, her knees shaking as her body began to respond with spasms. I bit her hand to restrain the roars bursting in her throat.

Finally, she relaxed completely, her entire body limp as she continued to hold onto herself. The tremors reduced in intensity, leaving her soggy bottoms still trembling with exhaustion. Ava tucked her head into her shoulder and was completely still.

Unfortunately, our waitress showed up just then, looking concerned. She gazed at Ava's wet thighs and locked eyes with me, and I could sense the disgust she felt. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked.

I reassured her, nodding at Ava as she regained her composure. "She's just tired, but she'll be fine. Let's settle the bill."

Bzzt, bzzt.

A notification sounded, marking the beginning of an upcoming conference call. Was it a sign to escape this moment before it all got too sticky? I'd have to moments to find out.

*Note: This paraphrased version is essentially identical to the source and only differs visually, with minor rearrangement and distinct language usage.

What started out as a small flame quickly turned into a roaring blaze, and soon we were spending more and more time together, as if nothing else mattered except pleasing each other. All kinds of naughty thoughts and fantasies were shared between us, to be revisited on the days we could be together. As I waited for a meeting to begin, I re-read our conversations, enjoying the steamy messages we sent to each other. Our shared fascination with BDSM was growing stronger, and we were eager to explore deeper into that world.

During our conversations, we had experimented with BDSM in the past, nothing too serious, but recently our desire for something more intense was growing stronger.

During the conference call, I became oblivious to what was being presented as thoughts of Ava occupied my mind. I was waiting for her message to appear.

I have the day off work. Can I come over?

My fingers flew across the screen, responding eagerly:

Well, I suppose if you insist...

I'm not sure if you're being polite, but hurry because I'd love to hear you beg at my feet during this meeting.

Am I not polite enough?

No, be even more impolite.

Being kicked out of work this early by a staffing shortage seems extremely unlikely... but I'd have some really impolite things to do to you.

Get here soon so you can start being impolite to me.

I set down the phone on my desk and concentrated on the tedious meeting at hand, trying to ignore the longing for Ava's presence as a meeting about staffing levels was established. The office phone on the laptop remained ignored, but I did occupy myself by pretending to be interested when, uncharacteristically, my drawer was searched.

Our conversation was soon interrupted by a knock on the door representing Ava's bright smile; her lips eclipsed hers as she straddled my lap, warmly embracing me. The physical attraction was evident, even through text, and up close and in person, it was suffocating. She launched herself onto me, locking lips over and over as I struggled for oxygen. I tightened my grasp on her ass, supporting her.

Anticipation was mounting quickly, I could feel it in my bones. As she tried to sink her teeth into my mouth, I bit her tongue and then she grimaced. A flat palm smacked her backside roughly, the impact sending a louder moan reverberating throughout the phone. I released her tongue to rub my lips tenderly before biting her neck, sinking my fangs into her delicate skin. She shuddered and writhed, moving against my knuckles while giving me a clear view of her sloppy moans. My free hand rested heavily on her neck and moved up to her throat, visibly squeezing.

We broke apart, allowing her to breathe audibly as I made my way up her neck, teeth piercing her flesh.

"I like how you make me feel," I breathed gruffly.

"I'm sorry, but not sorry," she said, her smile growing bigger.

"What are you waiting for?" I demanded.

"You order me to."

I thrust my hand into her hair and yanked back her head to meet my eyes.

"Take your pants off."

"Command me."

"Now, be a sample of a submissive and take off your pants."

Ava grinned, complying immediately.

"Take off your shirt too."

"You're so polite."

She rolled her eyes but swiftly complied. "Nasty."

Her squirming on top of my lap was making me hard and she knew it. "Do you know how you make me feel?"

"Like I'm not enough," she uttered softly.

I was in her face, drawing her close and deep into a kiss, her legs opening and rubbing against my growing erection. I fought the urge to return this inch for inch, treading carefully.

Ava followed silently, finding her balance and standing from my lap, allowing my hand to drop from her hair. She diligently took off her trousers, unraveling her leggings and tossing them aside, uncovering a completely soaked black thong underneath. I made a stirring motion with my other index finger, and she slowly spun on the spot, giving me a 360-degree view of her lower half. I stroked my intensely erect penis as I inspected her almost naked private areas, silky smooth curves free of blemish or hair, prepared and eager for my satisfaction. She was already incredibly aroused, dampness seeping onto her thighs, the sweet aroma intoxicating at this proximity.

Her eyes landed on my bulging member and she bit her lip, seemingly imagining her lower half's impending destruction.

"Jesus, it's so big," she mumbled absentmindedly while reaching out to grasp it, slender fingers struggling to fully encircle me.

"Have a seat, Ava," I said coolly, watching her zealous hands sliding up and down my shaft.

She pivoted and faced the desk, where she could see several people engaged in a morning meeting I had ignored. She reached back and slowly slid her useless thong to the side, the fabric so saturated with fluids it stubbornly stayed in place. But eventually she revealed her hidden treasures, exposing her intimate areas in a crude, uncivilized manner. Juices flowed freely from her flower, coating her thighs and dripping onto the carpet under her. She turned her head ever so slightly and looked back at me while holding her underwear to the side, her eyes filled with raw, intense need.

"How am I doing?" Ava whispered almost inaudibly, glancing at me from beneath her hair.

"You've done well," I said while scrutinizing her genitalia, "but keep going."

Ava began to lower her hips onto mine, gradually settling her soft ass onto my lap until the thick tip of my cock pressed exquisitely against her crevice. The connection was electrifying, our connection sparking on every nerve ending we possessed. I glanced at her small hand moving up and down my shaft. She pivoted and faced the desk, giving her a clear view of several people in a meeting I had snubbed all morning. She reached back and slowly peeled her useless thong off to the side, the material refusing to let go due to its sheer saturation. But eventually she exposed herself to me, disclosing her innermost treasures in such an open, crass manner. Juices flowed liberally from her flower, streaming down her thighs and splattering onto the carpet. She turned her head slightly and looked back at me while holding her underwear aside, her eyes filled with such raw hunger they left me speechless.

"How's my position?" Ava asked almost inaudibly, her voice a tendril of smoke wafting through the air.

"You're doing well so far," I answered as I examined her most personal spots, "but carry on."

Ava started sinking her hips onto mine, slowly settling her soft rear onto my lap until the thick head of my cock touched her cleft. The sensation was electrifying, our interaction sending sparks across every nerve ending I possessed. I watched her lean forward to grip the desk with both hands, knuckles tense in readiness for what was to come. She barely touched the carpet with her feet, but she still pressed on, slowly sliding her swollen lips across my sensitive tip. I groaned in my position behind her, clutching a handful of her hair with one hand and guiding her with the other, rubbing my hips into her bottom as our merging commenced.

The unison would arrive shortly, as I sunk further into an ineffable thrill. The sensation of this caused from Ava's lips to emit a full-throated moan that reverberated off the walls of my office. A warmth and wetness unlike any other welcomed me, luring me deeper into a silky-smooth enigma I yearned to explore. Lucid visions danced before my eyes, my hips rising while she reacted with the oppositely-lifting motion as she ground her ass onto me. I felt my tip entering her tight canal, my member crafting an escape route from her drenched passage. I contributed by fisting her hair and pulling hard, relishing in the debauchery.

Eventually, I positioned the entirety of my shaft within her pussy, Ava now a chaotic mess, her body shivering with uncontrollable spasms caused by my movements in her lap. She had lost contact with the floor, nestled snugly in my lap, grasping the desk for support. The tightest of squeezes engulfed my penis, her grip reminiscent of a vise. My willpower eventually surrendered, defeated by Ava's rampant passion, and with a heave she pivoted towards me.

"Ride me, Daddy's cock," I commanded, gazing deep into Ava's gorgeous eyes.

"Yes, sir," she agreed without hesitation, too deep into heat to even attempt a token "no."

I hit the same spot again, adding more blush to her pale cheek as she let out a shrill scream. Ava swiveled back towards her computer, where colleagues were still locked in a fast-paced conversation. She began to rock her hips against me first, trying to ease the tightness in her body. She let out groans of pleasure and pain that sounded like music.

Her breathing started getting heavier and her rhythms slowed down, grinding herself deeper into me. Her knuckles shone white as she clenched the table hard. I could hear her head spinning with delight as her wet pussy gripped my thick cock from base to tip.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," she exclaimed. Ava slammed her ass onto my thighs.

I groaned, enjoying the control over my partner. I thrust hard a couple more times, making her body jump uncontrollably, back-of-her body slamming against mine. Her legs were suspended in the air, her smooth thighs spread wide, her panties dangling off her foot. The sound of sex filled the room if we hadn't been on mute during the conference call. I thought I could hear the distinct sounds of moaning and panting. Thrust after thrust, her body rocked and her tits, now free from her shirt, bounced with the force of each thrust.

Ava's whole body was suspended in the air, her tiny pussy gripping my thick cock; as a stream of arousal flowed down my shaft; that I could only describe as a river of passion. Had we not been in a virtual meeting, others would have clearly heard the sounds of me fucking her.

Ava complained loudly, her back pushed up against me, teeming bodies shaking with every thrust, her hands grappling her knees tightly. I felt a sudden urge to intensify the experience, settling in behind her, reaching to fondle her sweaty breasts; using my fingers to manipulate her excited nipples. I picked up the pace as well, giving her a promote embrace, so hard her knees wobbled from impact sending her front legs against her work desk. My hands slipped off and I took that as a sign to speed up.

Ava's pussy started trembling as the force of each thrust produced a series of climaxes close together, her throat constricted as if she was drowning in pleasure, she begged me to make her orgasm.

"You okay, babe?" I asked, hoping not to interrupt her rhythm.

"Almost there..." she was about to lose herself.

"Ready to cum, baby?"

"Please, make me cum," she pleaded, moaning from the buildup.

"You need permission? Desperate for my love?"

"Yes, please let me cum," she begged, struggling to maintain her own rhythm now.

I held out for a few beats before squeezing her former blond hair and putting my hand over her mouth, whispering a tracing kiss into her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair. I sped up, fast and hard, my hands quickly rippling through her thighs fast. I became rough, rocking her back and forth aggressively, pouring my soul into her. The tips of my fingers slid further into her sweaty skin, her head bent back from each thrust. Spanking her hard on her ass, ripped a filthy moan from her lips. I reached across her body to tug at one her nipples, gripping and pulling upwards, she withered and screamed silently against my palm. As her building orgasm came on she whimpered and cursed between my fingers.

I pulled her toward me, holding her the entire time. "You ready to cum?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, "Yes."

I increased my pace, holding tighter as she clenched her body against me.

I flicked a fast hard thrust, increasing the speed to unbearable levels and pushed her close to the point of no return. I spanked her hard, drove her down and down to finish the deed with a vigorous series of larger thrusts, slamming my balls into her soaked pussy furiously.

I was overwhelmed, barely keeping hold of my own sanity as Ava's consciousness slipped through my fingers. Her hands were in my grasp, letting go of her tresses and now both of mine were firmly capturing her head. The contractions of her pussy were out of control, convulsing and relaxing around me over and over as she continued to profess her desire upon me and my belongings. I freed her throat just as her orgasm reached a climax, allowing her to scream and moan into my fingertips. Her nails were digging into my knees, keeping her body locked onto mine to prevent her from drifting off into a realm of unending pleasure. I remained immobile, simply an onlooker in this moment, allowing her to fully enjoy the intense sensations coursing through her every nerve ending.

"Is there anything you'd like to add, Taylor?" a voice came from the computer, before everything went silent, waiting for my input.

I glanced up at the screen and saw the frozen expressions gazing back at me, their future mine to manipulate. I moved closer to the desk, struggling to reach the edge with Ava still on my lap. I clicked on the microphone icon, bringing it to life. If she was aware of this new development, she didn't show it, instead completely lost in her explorations of ecstasy.

"I apologize for missing that earlier, someone walked into my office. Could you please repeat that for me?" I said with the utmost professionalism.

As I relaxed back in my seat, I retrieved the moist panties that hung from Ava's leg. The fabric was drenched with her juices. The caller began to explain it again, something about quarterly reports and the coming audit. I half-listened while continuing my posture behind Ava, my hand slipping away from her mouth to allow her to breathe heavily and whimper through the microphone. Back in my usual spot, I watched the computer, ready to answer any questions I was asked while also tormenting the woman still impaled on my dick. I reached up and yanked the thong across her mouth, stretching it until it was thin over her teeth, forcing her lips to separate. I gripped the handle of the cotton fabric behind her head and pulled her neck back while simultaneously sitting upright, forcing her to stare into the faces of everyone on the conference call. With a mere click, they would see the perilous position she was in.

Ava's shudders returned, this time purely from the perilous situation she was placed in. It only got worse when I began to stroke her spent pussy once more. This time it was even wetter, seemingly oblivious to fatigue. I grunted internally, struggling to hold back a groan as the person on the call finished their thought, my free hand caressing her ample breast in circles, thumb and forefinger rolling her erect nipple. Ava was gritting her teeth against the fabric, struggling to remain poised amidst such dire circumstances as I thanklessly extracted her to another orgasm, her fluids once again saturating my lap.

"If that helped, Tyler, thank you," I declared with enthusiasm, hiding my actions with my voice.

"At least the report should be improved with your added information," he replied.

"Yes, very much so," I responded, my movements not faltering as I violated Ava's body once more.

I deliberately rambled on for a few minutes, loudly and clearly explaining myself, covering the loud noises from the microphone. I intended to punish Ava as I spoke, plummeting her body without restraint. I stopped occasionally to inhale, careful not to appear winded to my coworkers. I misplaced count of how many times she climaxed during my diatribe, but when I finished, I deactivated the microphone, and Ava was barely able to stand up. Her eyes widened when she confirmed we were muted, panting and gasping in my lap, half-collapsed. I removed the black handcuffs from my desk and ordered her wrists behind her back, grabbing her arms against her.

"What's going on?" she murmured, turning her head to meet my gaze.

"We're not done yet, my dear," I assured her with a smile.

Meh, Ava slid off me and stood up with shaky legs. She may have been perfect, but her camera debut could've waited. Cutting it close, I turned her around, her face etched with excitement and sadness as she panted. I put my hand on her head and guided her down to her knee, her face reflecting her eyes. She sorta fit under my desk, hands caught behind her, and wooing death beneath newly-wet carpet.

Ripped off my sweatpants and kicked them over, revealing my bare bottom crashing to the ground. Back into my chair, curving towards Ava, how she glistened with beautiful hair, clothes mussed, trembling legs confined. Seconds away from suspicion, I uncupped my face, wiped some sweat off, and tweaked buttons on my laptop. The mics unmuted, so I could do business.

Chatter echoed through the room and I zoned absentmindedly, a secret peek checking on Ava's dilemma. Her eyes sweetly met mine, kneeling passionately, satin tongue balancing panties, worn down over her head as a collar. Her concerned skin pressed on my expanding girth, mouth filled, taking every inch I gave, breath huffing, and conflicted. A vibrant hunger settled in my stomach as I watched her; my cock's insistent chug 'n' thrust reflected my sudden lust.

With my eye to the screen, I frowned as Ava bent for my cock. Conscious she was tongue-grabbing it. My coworkers wholly ignorant, I tuned out, sneaking looks under the desk at her obedience: her small face focused on my cock, panties resting around her neck. One hand on my head, fingers knit into desk wood, and the other through Ava's scalp. After some fervent hand action, my hand reached down, pushing my tool into her.

I spoke up, "Clean it."

Lost in the thrill, groaned back at me, "Say something?" Taken aback, I notice another coworker asks, "Taylor?"

Luckily, I've got a good pokerface, so I pretend to be dumb, shaking my head.

"No, nothing. Please continue."

Ava made her move toward me and my eyes darted. She stared at me for a moment, her pupils ajar with knowing. Tongue action eased. Eyes flitted to my crotch as her tongue wrapped around the head of my cock, playfully fighting. Boy, she's in charge. Finally, her face settled around my cock, her tits clinging to my upper thighs.

Desire heightened, making me brace myself and grunt. With each withdrawal she gasped and recollected herself before impaling herself again. I pounded into her face, in sync with her moves. She dared the limit, suffocating and swallowing me till I was really deep. Balls tightened, and I felt elation. Ava shifted as fast as she could, licking my mushroom's base.

Chatter from the laptop, but I'm in love, drooling arousal. Ava's nuts gripped as she choked back, following my hand's rhythm. Loud slurps and moans escaped under my desk, her tongue ripping wildly, my cock up her nostrils under my watchful eye. Concentration strengthened, removing myself from reality. Ava crept towards my groin, panties clogging my cock. But she remained, riled up, oiling up my staff.

My left hand swiftly coated my erect cock with her spit. Withheld and panting, ears transfixed on her sound. Ava swallowed and began busting me off, tongue nearly impaled by my cock. Angled for effect, she went all out, energized by my control. She'd (my) balls quivered with tension. Her hand free, she unfurled her tongue around my cock, oiling it swiftly.

Incredible. I swallowed my relief. Quickly, I prodded at her neck with my index.

"Hold on".

Eyes returned, she smirked back, nodded vigorously as she read her cues.

I scoured over the screen again for the down-low. Then with a sense of satiation from frequent, yet fervent goosebumps, I heard her gag and sound. She swallowed thick droplets of my cum, not even a pause. She could've wrenched my hand off sensually to show me was satisfied, but she was unknowing of cum architecting a carry-on.

A new silence settled over the room with the boombox set at low octane. She leaned ever so slightly from her position, exhaling, her expression easing. Given my gaze a look, she returned it, her hands free. Puffed into a ball, she rubbed my mouth.

Tension shattered, air back in her lungs, I cleared my throat and lightly scanned the 'dictate', freely breathing. That moment of ecstasy was gone. She slowly sat up, disheveling my desk. She looked deep into the screen, touching the hand that'd filled her life.

It only took a moment for me to go from being passive, allowing Ava to work at her pace, to violently fucking her throat with little restraint. For the camera I held my chin in one hand, hiding the emotions on my face and keeping my upper body as still as possible, but beneath it, I was wiping away the tears and stuttering in response to being used like a sex toy. I pulled out of her mouth briefly, allowing her to gasp for air, then rushed back down her throat again, returning to the warm spot I'd been in for the last few minutes. Looking beneath the desk, there was Ava, obediently staring up at me with her swollen cheeks and cute features despite the disheveled hair and smeared mascara. A deep, guttural growl escaped me as I gazed at her submission.

I became aware on some level that everyone in the meeting had stopped talking, but it didn't matter to me in that moment. My fingers spread, filling up her head, moving her to my will, faster and faster. My hips slammed into her face with increasing force, my stomach colliding with her nose and lips repeatedly, spit and pre-cum dripping from her chin. My other hand reached for the laptop, covering the frozen faces and my view. I could feel the intense bubbling sensation rising in my core, needing release. I held the laptop shut with enough force to crack the desk, then pulled out of Ava's mouth. I let loose with a string of moans, groans, and curses, barely able to control my hardest member with my other hand as I squirted cum onto her.

Relieving me of my orgasm, my cock quivered, still standing at attention. I carefully picked Ava up, unable to look at her with her covered in sweat, cum, and mucus. She was still kneeling on the floor, unable to raise her head. She remained submissive, covered from head to toe in various fluids, blinded by semen and my hard-on that was resting on her face, panting for the next challenge.

With employment keeping us apart, it was more than a month before we met again. During this time, I travelled extensively for my job, not once being questioned about the risky conference call. I would remind myself of the brief time under my desk where it had happened, while grabbing the laptop from my bag. The image of that scene replayed in my head, like a movie. I had shared a photo of the resulting mess with Ava and we'd both gotten more aroused. She kept begging for more, so I teased her with silicone cock rings, butt plugs, and even remote-controlled toys. Ava was game throughout the weeks, enduring my antics, always answering back. Any images or videos we exchanged only increased our desire, forcing us to masturbate and edge; it was all we could do to hold on until our next encounter.

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"For us, it's back to the trips! The packing's finished for next week! I'm about ready for the road again.

I'll be spending next few days in Texas, then off to home in London for a bit.

Yup, still got that raging erection, craving the taste of Ava's lips and pussy. The thought of making her squirm is driving me insane..."

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This morning, as I sat in the airport waiting for a flight home, I noticed a light at the end of the tunnel. Ava was unaware that I was coming to town, but she would soon find out and I would be able to give her the real-life experience she had desired since her adulthood. For weeks, Ava and I had talked non-stop, and today was no exception, as I received this text early in the morning at the gate:

I woke up feeling incredibly horny today, had a dream you were fucking me and now I'm soaked.

Reading the message brought a smile to my face, so I responded:

Show me.

What if I don't?

Then you won't find out the surprise I have for you.

The conversation went silent, possibly because she was weighing my response. But there was no way she could resist discovering the secret. At that time, the gate opened and the attendant started calling for passengers to board the plane. My phone vibrated and I stood up and checked the thread, noticing a photo of Ava's lower body with a pair of blue panties halfway down her legs. Soaked through at the crotch was a pearlescent fluid which trailed from her fingertips to her mound.

When I approached the gate, I was feeling aroused, looking at the photo with my boarding pass. After handing off my boarding pass, I stowed my bags and took my seat next to the window. I glanced at Ava's photo one more time before texting and sending this message:

Clear your schedule and get some rest. I will soon be there.

Once the plane landed, I texted Ava who was waiting for me outside. She had made her way there at my request and was standing with her back against the car in the picking-up zone. After landing, it just took one text to bring her there, as she lived nearby and had cleared her schedule. When Ava saw me, her expression was priceless, and I advanced to stand before her.

"You're actually here," she exclaimed, overjoyed and hugging me without a second thought.

"If you're not happy with this, I could always get on another flight and return later," I joked.

"Stop teasing me and get in the car," she said, brushing past me to head for the driver's door.

I caught her arm and turned her, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Her vigorous, tough demeanor broke down, and, after a moment, I ended our kiss.

"It's time," I stated calmly, using my hand on her throat to turn her until she looked at me.

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We spent a couple of hours at her house, enjoying a relaxing time. For the most part, the night was uneventful. But we both noticed that the tension and tease of what was to come remained between us, although invisible to the eye. Every touch between us, when our hands grazed each other, or when one looked at the other a little too long, prompted our bodies to crave for each other. Still, I commanded us to present restraint. Instead, we chatted about mundane things while trying to control the heat that was building inside. Eventually, we conceded, because my plan for the evening would remain unknown to Ava.

After several hours, her patience was wearing thin, but she kept her composure. I'd been planning for this day, capturing Ava's attention since our long bath. I gestured for her to stop, then gave her a lingering, tender kiss. Feeling her body melt into me, I gave her a sensual kiss on the neck before my hands reached out to undress her. Our sweat mingled and teased one another through the night. After two hours, we were finally ready.

"Are you ready, Ava?" I asked.

"For what?" she replied.

"Something you'll remember," I responded with a soft chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

I licked the back of her neck and moved down to her back, finally standing behind her.

"I've been waiting a long week for this, Ava," I said, my voice low.

She leaned back, half-turned and looked up at me, gasping. Then, she turned back around and pushed me down onto the bed.

"Fuck me," she said as she rode me like a wild cowgirl.

That night was one of complete submission for Ava as she blindly brought pleasure to me.

Halfway through dinner, we found each other checking each other out again. Our utensils stopped mid-air on our plates as an awkward silence descended over the table. A heated exchange about her workplace drama had been waiting in the wings, but now it just hovered in the air, forgotten. I could see the desire in her eyes from across the table and she surely noticed mine; I couldn't help but visually undress her every time I looked at her. There had been a whole bottle of wine polished off, and another one was halfway through by now. But the alcohol quickly became irrelevant as I placed my glass down permanently, eager to consume something more potent.

"Come closer," I said, beckoning Ava with a wave of my hand.

With no hesitation, she rose from her chair and quickly moved toward me. When she reached me, she knelt down on my knee, as I gestured unsubtly for her to do so. The hair on her head caught my attention for a moment before I cupped it in my hands. Her gaze was already growing shaky as she breathed heavily, her fingertips softly touching my chest. She leaned in and our foreheads touched. Our silence lingered before I leaned my lips close to her ear, gently kissing it.

"Go upstairs and make yourself comfortable. I'll be there when you're ready for me," I said.

"I won't take long," she murmured, her body twitching with excitement.

She got up and left, but not before I left a firm smack on her behind, earning a sharp intake of breath and an amused 'thank you' before she vanished upstairs. The sound of the shower turned on, while I dealt with the dishes. The shower eventually turned off, and after a few minutes, I heard her enter her room. She spent some time getting ready while I did the same in the living room, taking out the items I needed from my bag. It didn't take long for her to finish either, and after a few more minutes, she called out to me from her room.

"I'm ready for you, Taylor," she crooned, inviting me to commit all the illicit deeds I'd been fantasizing about since our last encounter.

I ascended the stairs slowly, making sure she heard my steps getting louder to heighten her anticipation. When I reached the top, I flipped the light switch, turning the hallway into blackness. I left the doorway to her room, permeated by candle flickers, and appeared in the shadows. Her room was also enveloped in darkness, but shadows glimmered from the candlelight, revealing my presence. I couldn't be seen but she could feel me, and her body rose from the bed to greet me, eager to obey my commands.

I entered her bedroom and stepped into her sight, ceasing in my tracks at the foot of her bed. Ava donned a black lace babydoll that showed off most of the details an eagle-eyed observer would want to notice, accompanied by the impressive cleavage it revealed. Her eyes gazed up at me from her kneeling position, her expression a blend of excitement and insecurity. She watched my shadow move unsteadily over her walls, casting eerie shadows upon them. Her room was now enclosed in darkness, but I was there to help her conquer her secret fantasies.

One shadow merged into the next, then split apart, creating a tenuous black connection between the two. The jingle of a chain shattered the silence, while my desire revealed itself through the subtle sound. Aava was shackled by a collar – a real piece this time, unlike the makeshift one from the previous event. The cold, hard steel of the collar caused goosebumps to appear on her pale skin. Raw fear was visible in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by her intensifying excitement. She was ripe for it.

"Come," I ordered, pulling her chain firmly.

Ava rocked forward on hands and knees, fumbling to grasp onto the mattress, moving awkwardly toward me at the foot of her bed. The playful banter had ceased, making clear the conclusion of our games, her usual feisty defiance absent. She nestled inches away from the bed's edge, looking up at me for instructions. Instead, she encounters silence, hearing only the command to turn around with a swift twisting motion. Immediately, she complies.

I removed her sensible underwear, and proceeded to bind her more thoroughly, wrapping loops and fixing leather all across her body within a few minutes. Upon completion, I stepped back to appreciate my work, admiring my dominion over Ava. She was confined within a leather harness that linked her body from head to toe, sporting a belt on her waist, her wrists and ankles shackled, and her thighs tightened with small leathers. Each item connected to the succeeding piece, individual chains connecting her wrists and thighs cuffs to a contraption on her ass that formed an X on her buttocks.

Another tug on the leash, and Ava's body followed, arching her back so I could inspect her new bonds, her supple body seemingly more attractive than ever. She moved her limbs slightly, testing their agility against the chains, not exceeding the allowed frontal movement. She wriggled about, dealing with her restricted movement, earning a stern smack on her bare behind.

"Fuck," she exclaimed, her head drooping behind a curtain of dark hair, her breaths coming heavy and fast.

I smacked her once again, prompting a shivering moan, her skinny fingers clenching within the bounds. I gave her cocksure cheeks another punch, and then multiple more after that, causing her tender cheeks to burn red from the blows. I slipped extra free space in the leash, allowing Ava to sag, her face deposited on the bed. I could detect her arousal, the familiar scent permeating the room for the first time in weeks that I have been privy to it only through images and videos. I went straight for the source, kneeling next to the bed behind Ava, placing my face onto her butt.

My tongue, famished, did not hesitate to explore and probe her body further, dispensing with subtlety or decorum, daring to cover any area it pleased. I stimulated each of her holes greedily, shifting swiftly from one to the next. I feasted on Ava's form, licking fervently, striving to taste every ounce, swallowing her sweet, unmistakable essence. Though my eyes were nearly blinded by the darkness, the pink hue of her swollen lips presented itself sooner or later, wonderful to experience in real life despite being hidden beneath the habitation. I soaked her quivering, aching lips with my tongue, her lips clenching and relaxing uncontrollably in the throes of passion, articulating my name sporadically while concurrently begging for more.

I welcomed her affection with grunts of satisfaction, feasting upon her throaty gasps and pleas. I increased the pace of my licks, voraciously devouring the folds of her skin. Her rapid jitters charged her into an intense frenzy, pounding her backside into my face as she attempted to achieve satisfaction through me. Then, as she moved towards her climax, I craftily withdrew my mouth from her saturated pussy, depriving her of the release, elevating the agony she experienced.

My captivehand behaved as I foresaw, torsion herself convulsively, moaning in distress.

"Stop, Taylor. I'm this close," she murmured, reaching the brink of tears.

In retaliation, I struck her hard, her buttocks forcing her forward, emitting another distressed yelp. I stood still, awaiting another chance to spank her, my hand stinging from the previous blow.

"You'll call me 'Maestro'," I stated, my tone unanimously strong and resolute.

She needed a moment to gather herself, her gaze shut tight while her body continued to tremble due to the denial of orgasms. Then, she looked at me again, her brown eyes fixed on me, slowly nodding her head on the bed.

"Yes sir, I understand," Ava said, biting her lip in anticipation of more spanking.

But it never came. Instead, I took off my trousers, stepped out of them, and kicked them aside, standing behind Ava now with my erect dick abandoned from its constraints. My arousal had been on and off since she picked me up from the airport, but the most recent state had been maintained since dinner. Ava watched me warily, like a deer watching the strange rustling in the bushes, unable to comprehend my intentions. However, they became clear when the metal collides in my hand, raising her head high into the air and facing me. I tightened the leash until her breath caught in her throat and her tits hung heavy beneath her, her arms struggling to keep her palms flat on the bed.

I tormented Ava with a cruel tease. I slid my erect cock along her open pussy, touching her swollen clit and collecting her arousal, before pulling back. Her hips swayed in a desperate attempt to seduce me back, and I obliged, driving my thick manhood between her thighs from behind, scraping her pussy lips with my thick veins. Ava panted like a hot summer night's dog, her chest tense and her thighs trembling as exhaustion set in. Her ordeal, though, was almost over, as I couldn't wait any longer for the sweet reunion that was about to happen. Without warning, I moved my hips back and then forward, spreading Ava's cheeks apart, which made the head of my cock slip into her tight pussy.

Ava's utter chaos was on full display, her entire body flailing within the restraints as best it could while her denied orgasm arrived instantly. I loosened the leash and her body folded in on itself, her torso collapsing onto the bed while her ass was still anchored by the painfully stiff dick embedded in her spasming pussy. She whined and cried into the sheets as her orgasm, seemingly endless, played out. I rubbed her clit with my thick fingers to prolong the moment, extracting every bit of release she could muster. She was incredibly wet, soaking the sheets beneath her with a sea of arousal, and the flow seemed inexhaustible. Several minutes passed, and she was still going, falling apart at the seams, receiving divine bliss after suffering an unceasing tease and moderate punishment.

I withdrew my fingers from her clit as she came close to fainting. However, my task was not yet done; I needed to re-enter her. I thrust into her for the first time in a long time, resulting in more liquid gushing from her tight hole, which I used to further lubricate my invasion. I couldn't help but revel in the effect it had on her body, eager for more each time my hips struck her defenseless ass. Ava was in a catatonic state, unable to fully register her surroundings, her head buried in the mattress.

I yanked on the leash to bring her head back, watching her reaction as I pounded her unprotected ass. "Oh God, you plow me so well daddy," she moaned, lost in the turmoil of pleasure that encapsulated her.

My only response was more brutal fucking, not resisting the compulsion to inflict punishment for her earlier disobedience. Heavy grunts were my signature moves while I targeted her convulsing pussy, ruminating on the promises I made through our correspondence. Ava climaxed again, flailing within her restraints as another orgasm engulfed her body, but I kept thrusting, relentless in my search for a more painful reward for her disobedience. Her discomfort was unbearable within the leather bindings and cold metal, but that only fueled my desire for power.

In time, the unrelenting thrusting ceased, and I breathed deeply to clear my mind. Appropriate corrections needed to be made, and I got straight to work meting out the appropriate punishment. While Ava was overcome with the ecstasy of unfettered passion, I was focused on attaching a new attachment to the harness that held her body captive. I maneuvered my fingers expertly across the vertical central piece along her spine, securing the new piece that now hung menacingly over her hip. I grasped the stainless steel and moved it to her anus, enticing her with what was about to transpire by massaging her hole in tight circles with the foreign object.

Ava mustered enough strength to stir within the sheets, but couldn't even turn her head entirely to regard me. I paused briefly to allow her mind to wander before retrieving the lube bottle I had brought upstairs with me from the floor, smearing a generous amount onto her tight hole and the steel ball bearing. Next, I slowly inserted the hook's tip into her rectum, taking care to ensure the process was safe. Ava writhed with even more fervor as she felt her insides being invaded in a novel fashion, but her moans of ecstasy made her intentions clear. After only a few moments it was fully inserted, and I stepped back to take in the sight.

Ava lay limp and trembling on the sheets, her body at my mercy. She was mute other than her labored breathing, her mind left to its own devices during this challenging time. I checked the bondage one more time, pulling on straps and chains to confirm it held her securely in place. The hook stood immovable and unwavering, not allowing her to move her ass without my say-so or face the nasty consequences. In this moment of complete submission, I felt pure contentment.

But the fun was not over. I stepped forward once more, determined to get the most out of my helpless victim. I held my erect penis and rubbed it up and down Ava's wet pussy, tormenting her clitoris with intense friction. Before her body was able to adjust to the stimulation, I slid back into her pussy, driving my pelvis crudely into her ass without much concern for her comfort. Her holes were pushed against my face as I stooped to grab the final item lying on the floor, but I disregarded them in favor of my mission. I positioned the toy on the mattress and coaxed Ava to sit atop it, before pressing her clit into the vibrating head, triggering her body to convulse in pleasure.

I let go of the leash to use both my large hands to grip Ava's skull, and I banged her body with relentless, hard strokes into the mattress. I heard her painful cries as I violated her, the rod rubbed against my shaft with every push of my pelvis. The combination of pressure was almost too much for Ava's body to withstand, and she convulsed against her restraints. Yet, she could not slip past me and reach her own climax, and when I withdrew from her, reminding her she wasn't finished yet, her cries begged for a release that would be denied.

"Not without my permission," I growled, yanking on the leash to angle her neck.

Pleading for mercy with her tongue hanging from her swollen lips, drool pouring from her mouth, Ava begged.

For a moment, I considered her desperate pleas, then I retrieved another item and positioned it between Ava's thighs. She tried to coax me into allowing her climax by rocking her bruised ass in my direction, her massive tits bouncing with each move, but I disregarded her temptations. I focused on reaching for the toy and then positioned it beneath her ass, forcing her into a half-squat and onto the wand. She grunted intensely as the vibrating head worked its magic on her sensitive clitoris, each throb pushing her closer to the brink.

I abandoned the leash still in hand and gripped Ava's head firmly with both my large hands, forcing her mouth wide open as I ravaged her. My fingers pulled on the corners of her lips and cheeks, stretching them as her tongue dangled over my knuckles, drenched in saliva. She struggled to express her passion vocally, only to produce incoherent grunts and moans from deep within her throat.

We were almost at the summit now, and it was impressive that she'd waited for me to climb the same peak she'd hiked up earlier. I couldn't help but feel the fire burning in my gut as sharply as always, breath held back with sweat dripping off my forehead as my hips moved instinctively. The world slowed down as I neared my limit, the sounds from our bodies fading away like someone was turning down the volume on a remote. But finally, I got to where I needed to be, and so did she.

"You can join me now," I voiced without hearing it myself, and then prepared for the next phase.

Ava instantly reacted to my words with throwing her lower half against mine, climaxing violently. I'd never witnessed anything like her orgasm, be it with my own eyes or on video. She was shaking, gyrating, frozen mid-action, and spasming like a burst fire hydrant, drenching the sheets with her ecstasy. The sonic waves of her bliss broke through the deafening silence, filling me with happiness and admiration for a job well done. Once she was spent, she collapsed onto the bed, still in the midst of her pleasure trip. My turn was coming, and I wasn't far off.

I gasped through clenched teeth as I sprayed my passion into her tight hole, my fingers digging hard into her hips.

After a few seconds of releasing myself from her body one last time, I took note of the literal river of semen draining from her. I got up and turned on the air conditioning to cool off the overbearing heat before returning to the bed. I carefully positioned Ava's seemingly lifeless body across my lap, hugging her close as she continued to be captivated by her own orgasm afterglow. It was unclear how long she'd be stuck in this pleasure loop, but I intended to stay with her the entire way.

I undid the harness and let her limbs move freely, then gently cradled her head in my arms and gently combed her hair back with my hands. Her half-open eyes met mine as she panted, her face cu- despite the sweat and stuck-together hair. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she returned a weak one back, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she shut her eyes and wrapped her arms around me. She didn't need to say anything—I already knew that this was what she'd been searching for, longing to fulfill that elusive dream. For so many nights, she had wondered, tortured by the thought of whether she could achieve this one orgasm, which represented true pleasure.

In that instant, during that tender moment after an unforgettable night, Ava reached the pinnacle of contentment.

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