Having Kya - The 2nd Day

----Author's Note

Please read 'Having Kya' followed by 'Having Kya - Later That Night' before reading this story.

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The sun streamed through the hotel room window, casting a warm glow across the unmade bed and the rumpled sheets that still held the faint scent of last night's passionate encounter(s). It was the 2nd day for me and Kya. I'm a middle manager at a tech firm and I had planned our time together meticulously, ensuring that there were no overlapping work commitments that could interrupt our time together.

But unfortunately, I had one important meeting for my job that I could not miss. A mandatory Zoom meeting that required all personnel to attend. There was no way to avoid it. Thankfully, it was on the 2nd day of our get away. I could get through it and still have the other 3 days to spend with Kya. She understood the situation and was fine with it.

I got up at about 9:30 am to get into my morning routine. Shower, shave, and put on button up collar shirt. Thankfully I didn't have to wear any pants. So I wore my underwear to keep myself comfortable. I ordered us breakfast through room service so that we could eat. Kya slept in a little longer. By the time she woke up it was after 11 am. Poor baby. I know she was pretty exhausted from our two sessions last night.

"MMmmm..." she sighed. "You got breakfast for us already?"

"More like brunch, sweetie." I answered. "It's already 11:15."

"I never was that much of a morning person." she groaned.

Kya got up out of our bed and ate. Her breakfast was just how she wanted. Scrambled eggs and waffles with slice of toasted wheat bread and margarine. She turned on the TV to see what was on. FX had one of the Marvel movies. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure which one it was since I was busy making preparations for my Zoom meeting.

"What would you like to do after we're done with your meeting." she asked.

"We should hit up the stores in town." I answered. "There are a lot of tiny shops that we can check. I bet there are some unique things to see."

"I love looking at small boutiques." Kya commented as she ate her Waffle. "The way these small businesses are grouped, they remind me of a Swap Meet or Flea Market."

"I loved going to those things back when they were extremely popular." I replied. "But at least the boutiques have new items and not pre-owned."

"True." Kya laughed. She was nearly done with her breakfast.

I continue to check my work email on the computer. I notice that the agenda for the meeting has been sent out. I scan through it and frown. Kya notices my serious look and walks over behind and hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek.

"Bad news?" she asks softly.

"Not anything that I find surprising." I frowned. "We're going over why we experienced a big loss this fiscal year. Looks like there are a few reasons. It also looks like we're going to experience staffing reduction. Seems like our customer service personnel are going to be hit the hardest."

Kya moaned into my ear and kissed me some more on my cheek. Pressing her lips against my cheek deeply. I smiled. I'm glad she is so understanding that I have to be on this Zoom meeting during our little get away. She walked back to continue finishing her breakfast and watched TV.

I am having such a great time with her. For me, I am experiencing something I had never felt before. Kya is so different. She's amazing and the connection I feel with her is a beyond any other relationship I have ever had in my life. She has been so vulnerable and open with her life. I've learned that she comes from a very dysfunctional home. Events in her life have caused her to have to seek professional help. She was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and depression. Her family life was very hard. I could understand aspects and elements of her character as a result of those life issues at home.

Yet there was something else there. Kya's sensuality is levels higher than anyone that I've ever experienced. She does things that makes me feel empowered and yet, at the same time, uneasy because it pushes me into exploring things that I have never done before when it comes to intimacy. It is a wild adventure and a scary journey into the unknown. I'm excited and afraid at the same time. In all of our interactions leading up to our get away, I could tell that there was a piece of her that was not known. And that unknown element was eventually going to reveal itself. I'm worried that I won't know what to do with it once it presents itself.

But for now, I focused my attention to the present moment.

At noon, Kya went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I continued to surf through my work email and quickly got bored. So, I watched YouTube to try and catch up on the latest video game news. It seems like there is a lot of concern about the high pricing of video games. Sadly, Nintendo seems to be the latest company that is facing the displeasure of the YouTube community. While most YouTubers were praising its new console, the Switch 2, the criticism was the inflated pricing of some of their 1st party games. Most likely the result of the tariffs that I have been hearing about, but I also know that all companies are about making a profit. And they will push the envelope as far as they can to milk consumers of their money. I know because that's what my own small company is doing.

12:45 pm. Kya knew I was getting ready for my meeting. I could hear the shower stop in the bathroom. I thought she was going to go out while I had my meeting. I was curious as to where she was going to go for the next hour or so. I figured she was going to go out and stake out the town and plan out what stores we would visit together once I finished.

I was wrong.

At 1 pm sharp, my computer buzzed with the notification for the dreaded Zoom conference call. The topic was budget cuts and realignment of personnel--a grim discussion that often led to dreaded layoffs. I sighed, straightened my collar shirt, and adjusted my laptop on the small desk in the corner of the room, making sure my camera was angled just right to hide any potential distractions.

Kya came up behind me wearing only her bath towel and a knowing smile.

"Sweetie!" I uttered in surprise. "I thought you were going out for a little while."

"No. Not without you Ron." she answered softly. "I'll wait until your meeting is over and then we can go out together."

"Don't you want to go out and stake out the town? Pick the stores we want to visit once I'm done?" I asked. Hoping that I could somehow keep her from being a distraction.

"No." she said softly.

I smirked.

"Ok. But you better get out of the view of the webcam. If people see you like that..." I laughed.

Kya could tell by the tension in my posture that the meeting would be fraught with stress and professional decorum.

She leaned into whisper in my ear, "You know, stress can make a man... very distracted." Her breath was hot, and her voice was low.

Suddenly, my colleagues' faces popped up on the screen as the Zoom meeting began. Kya quickly withdrew out of the view of my webcam. I forced a smile and hoped my flushed cheeks weren't too noticeable to my colleagues. Now out of the camera's line of sight, she dropped to the floor below my lap underneath the table that my laptop was sitting on. Her delicate, smooth soft hands slid onto my legs.

"You're not wearing any pants..." she said with a mischievous voice. "You don't need this underwear then."

And she started yanking my underwear off me.

"Ky...!" I snapped. Thank goodness my mic is muted. "Please sweetie, not right here. Not during my meeting."

Suddenly, the voice of our CEO, Jason, boomed from the screen.

"Welcome, everyone," he said, his square jaw set with determination. "I know we're all feeling the pinch of this fiscal year, but I truly believe this is our chance to pivot, to innovate, and to build a company that can dominate for the next two decades."

Kya leaned closer and spread my legs wide open. her hand reaching in, she took me into her lovely sensuous right hand and began to gently stroke my already hard self. I tried to slap her hand off me, but she tightened her grip.

"Sssshhhh..." she hissed.

"Kya..." I protested. "No..."

I was interrupted by Jason's voice again.

"Before we get started," he announced. "I am requiring that everyone leave their webcams on. You can mute your mics so that there is no outside noise to distract, but I am expecting everyone to have their cameras on. Thanks."

Jason began his intro. My heart raced as I tried to focus on his words about the loss of revenue and the need to realign our resources. But Kya's touch was light and teasing, making it impossible to ignore. I could feel her warm breath on me as she continued to slowly stroke me gently. My eyes remained glued to the screen, nodding and making appropriate responses while my body tensed up.

As Jason's PowerPoint slid to the next page detailing the 2.5-million-dollar loss in the third quarter, I felt Kya's hand gripping firmly. I shifted uncomfortably in the chair and adjusted the way I sat so that Kya could have better access to me. I kept my face steady as Jason droned on about cost-cutting measures and the importance of efficiency.

"Oh Ron..." Kya said with a knowing smile. "I know you want me to do this. You need something to keep you from getting bored."

I grunted.

"And now," Jason announced, "I'd like to hand things over to Laverne, our CFO, who will take us through the nitty-gritty of our financial woes."

The screen switched to show Laverne, a stern-looking woman with her hair in a tight bun, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

As Laverne began her presentation, I felt Kya's soft tiny lips press firmly around my head. She took me in her warm, wet mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as I fought to maintain a straight face. Her wet hair draped over to one side. The contrast between the seriousness of the meeting and the erotic play unfolding just outside the camera's view was crazy.

Laverne's slides flickered through various graphs and charts, illustrating our company's revenue loss in multiple areas. Each dip in the line on the screen was matched by a corresponding increase in my pulse rate as Kya's lips slid down my shaft. She had a talent for this kind of slow, exquisite torture-- slowly building me up. Doing it in a way that made me relish my slowly building orgasm. And yet at the same time the slow build had me teetering on the edge of impatience. It was a double-edged sword.

"Our first loss of revenue," Laverne's voice grew sterner, "was due to customer service dissatisfaction. A recent survey has indicated that our clients are not happy with the lack of flexibility in our services and product pricing."

My mind raced with thoughts of how to implement a new pricing strategy while my body was lost in the sensations of Kya's mouth.

"They want at least a 20 percent discount," she added, and I started moaning as Kya took me deeper, her tongue swirling around me.

"You're lucky you're allowed to keep the mic muted." she giggled. "Otherwise..."

I nodded gravely, pretending to furrow my brow in concern over the figures. But now Kya's hand gripped the base of my shaft, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot beneath. I was having trouble keeping my face straight in the camera.

"Ooohhh... sweetie..." I moaned between my lips. "You're sooo bad..."

"The second issue," Laverne continued, "is that our service representatives are not adequately trained to offer pricing options to our customers. They need to be equipped to handle negotiations and provide solutions that are both appealing to the client and beneficial to our bottom line."

Kya's tongue continued swirling and her lips moving in a rhythm to that agonizingly slow and utterly mesmerizing pace. The taste of my precum found her tastebuds.

"MMmmmmmm!!!" she moaned loudly. "Precum..."

"Ky..." I protested between my lips again. "Pleeeaasseee..."

The precum she had coaxed from me was a sweet nectar she greedily lapped up, savoring the taste as she continued her sensual torment. The slow pressure building within me was immense and gradual. I started to try to push her away.

"Nooooo my love..." she said as she took her mouth off me and held me tightly in her right hand. "You're going to let your little wife pleasure you. I'm letting you participate in this meeting, so I am allowed to have fun while you handle the responsibilities of work during your off time."

She wasn't lying. I did owe her to a degree I suppose. But I was afraid that I would be found out.

Kya then used her right hand to summon more precum from the top of my head, spreading it all over my already shiny swollen mushroom.

"This might drive you nuts babe." she said.

"Now, let's talk about the commission structure," Laverne's voice cut through again, bringing my focus back to the meeting. She adjusted her glasses, her gaze sharp as she stared into the camera. "We've noticed that the potential for reduced commissions is a significant deterrent for our service reps to offer alternative pricing options."

I nodded along, my hand reaching down and running through Kya's wet silky hair. I slowly guided her back to me and inserted myself into her waiting lips. Her mouth continued its relentless dance. And then she looked up at me as I glanced down at her. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with mischief and challenge, daring me to give into the pleasure she was so expertly building.

"We need to rethink our commission policy and guidelines," Laverne's voice grew more animated, "to be more friendly for our service representatives. If they feel motivated and supported, they will be more inclined to offer pricing options to our customers, which in turn, can lead to increased sales and customer satisfaction."

As Laverne discussed the commission structure, Kya abruptly pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. She held me firmly, her thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and rolling the base of my cock. More precum formed at the tip, and she leaned in to lick it away with a flick. She loved the taste of me, and the sight of her doing this unfair distraction was incredibly hot and scary. She knew exactly what she was doing--lovingly leading me to the edge of a cliff. Was she going to take me over? How am I going to keep a straight face?? Meanwhile, I was forced to engage in the professional discussion happening on screen.

"Ron," she whispered in a sexy voice, "I love seeing you like this." She giggled softly, her breath hot against my skin. "And when you moan, oh god, it makes me wet."

"Ohhh..." I replied. "You are so going to get it when I finish this meeting..."

Her mouth returned to my cock, reminding me that my threat was idle. Her tongue tracing the length of my shaft before swirling around the head again. She took her time, savoring each flow of my precum that trickled out of me. Kya had so many techniques of drawing it out. But this time she was using her lips. Tightening them around the tip to suck gently, her tongue assaulting against my frenulum. Each touch and suck deliberate and designed to escort me at to the edge of the cliff without allowing the finale to overtake me. Laverne's voice once again got my attention.

"The third reason for our decline in revenue," Laverne's voice grew serious, "is the quality of our products. We've had numerous complaints regarding malfunctions and the need for constant maintenance. Our customers are at their wits' end with the poor performance of our tech support division, which they have, unfortunately, dubbed as 'trash'."

"Mmmmm..." Kya moaned. "No malfunctions happening on my end, Ron."

Kya's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched my face contort with the effort to not give myself away. Her mouth felt like heaven, but the slow, deliberate way she was teasing me was driving me insane. I could feel my orgasm inching closer, but she was determined to make it as agonizingly slow as possible. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, stroking my shaft as she licked and sucked, coaxing yet more precum to the surface.

"Oohhhhhhh..." I moaned through my lips once again.

Then, with a suddenness that startled me, she stopped. Her grip tightened around me, holding me still.

"Do you want me to make you cum in the middle of your meeting Ron?" she asked in a naughty smooth voice.

"MMmmmmmm!!" I utter tightly lipped in protest. "Oh, please not that! I can't cum with a straight face!

A thin-lipped grin appeared on her face. Like she was calculating all the possible scenarios in her head. A few moments passed.

"Don't worry. You won't cum yet," Kya said in conclusion, her eyes locked on mine. "You're going to hold it until the end of the meeting. I want to see if I can keep you on the edge for the whole meeting."

Her voice was resolute, filled with an intensity that made it clear she wasn't just teasing anymore. This was a challenge she fully intended to see through. Her hand went back to work, her thumb pressing firmly at the base of my cock, her fingers toying with my balls. She began to massage me, coaxing more precum to the surface.

"Ohhh baby... Look at all this sweetness," she murmured sexually, her eyes never leaving mine as she brought her hand up to her mouth. She painted her lips with it, smearing it across her cheek with a finger. The sight was obscene, and my colleagues were none the wiser, discussing the quality of our products like it was the most mundane topic in the world.

"I don't know how long this will last," I told Kya, my voice tight with need. "It could be an hour; it could be two."

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and she nodded. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

"Now, before we get too far into doom and gloom," Laverne interjected, her expression turning slightly more optimistic, "I want to remind everyone that we do have options. We're not without solutions here."

Her words brought a slight relief to the tension, but it did little to alleviate the pressure building in me. Kya took this as a cue to start again, her mouth enveloping me, her tongue dancing along the length of my shaft, as Laverne outlined our company's potential paths forward.

"Firstly," Laverne began, her voice sharp and focused, "we need to address the quality control issues. We can't expect our customers to remain loyal when they're constantly dealing with faulty products."

"I agree." Kya responding in a sexy tone to Laverne's comment. "I need to ensure quality control of THIS."

Kya once again used her hand on me and grew more insistent, her thumb circling my head. It was driving me wild. The combination of her touch and Laverne's words about the company's woes was an odd mixture of arousal and anxiety. I nodded along with Laverne's suggestions, my mouth dry.

"Mm, you're so sexy when you're trying to keep it all together," Kya spoke in a fascinated tone, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she watched me struggle to maintain my composure. "I'm going to fully exercise quality control of my product, right here." Grasping my manhood tighter. "You're going to keep giving me all this delicious precum, and I'm going to love every drop."

Jason's face reappeared on the screen; a smile plastered across his lips.

"Thank you, Laverne, for that insightful presentation," he said, nodding solemnly. "Your suggestions are invaluable, as always. Now, I'd like to open the floor to comments and questions."

Kya held me firmly, her hand a slick vice around my cock, the combination of precum and her saliva creating a wet, slippery grip.

She whispered, "Make a comment now, babe. Better to get it out of the way now before they end up calling on you."

I swallowed hard and leaned closer and unmuted my mic, my voice strained. "I agree with Laverne's analysis, and we should definitely prioritize improving our quality control. It's crucial for customer retention."

The words were barely out of my mouth before Kya began to stroke me again, her hand moving up and down with a leisurely pace that sent shivers down my spine. The slickness of my precum and her saliva accentuated the sensation shooting through me. Her touch grew more deliberate, her hand moving in time with the cadence of my speech. Each stroke was calculated to keep the tension simmering just below the boiling point. I clenched my fists and stared at the screen, trying to ignore the way her eyes danced with mischief as she watched me.

"But we can't stop there," I added, my voice straining. "We need to ensure that our sales team is incentivized to provide the best service possible. Perhaps a commission increase for meeting certain customer satisfaction metrics?"

Kya's left hand found the base of my cock, her grip firm and unyielding. Her right hand began to massage the head, twisting it in a motion that mimicked opening a stubborn bottle cap. The sensation was exquisite, sending lightning to my body. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my voice steady as everyone in the conference grew quiet as I continued my response.

"Yes... incentivizing our sales team... is definitely a step in the right direction," I managed to get out, my voice sounding more like a croak.

And then it happened. Kya's twisting motion grew more intense, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just under the head of my cock. A moan tore from my throat, raw and unfiltered, echoing through the speakers and into the ears of my colleagues. On the screen, their faces froze, my comment abruptly halting.

Kya stopped her ministrations. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I quickly finished my thoughts, hoping no one had noticed the slip in my composure, and muted my mic. The sudden cessation of sound was almost as jarring as the abrupt stop in pleasure. My heart was racing, my eyes darting to the screen to gauge the reactions of my colleagues.

Jason, unflawed in his professionalism, nodded at me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks for the input, Ron. We'll investigate that. Now, let's hear from Sam from the sales team's perspective."

Kya leaned back on her heels, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Oh my god, you nearly gave yourself away!" she exclaimed, her hand still wrapped around me. "That was so close!"

"What are you trying to do with me?" I hissed under my breath.

"Just a little game," Kya murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Let's see how long you can keep your cool, baby."

With that, she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Her left hand gripped me while her right hand began to twist the head. The sensation was maddening, I was in agony.

"Uhhhh...! AAAaahhahh...!" I moaned loudly through tight lips again. But now, I could no longer hide my facial expression.

On the Zoom call, the conversation continued, colleagues chiming in with their own suggestions and concerns. Meanwhile, my face grew flushed, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead as I bit back another loud moan. Kya's giggles grew louder, and I knew she was enjoying the power she held over me at this moment.

Then, my screen lit up with a private message notification from David, one of my co-workers. "Ron, you okay?" it read. "You look like you're in some kind of pain. You're all red."

I read the message to Kya, and she couldn't contain her giggle.

"Tell him you're just feeling a bit under the weather," she said, her hand never pausing in its slow, torturous strokes. "Or better yet, say you're in a bit of pain."

Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she thought of how she could use this to her advantage.

I quickly typed a response to David, playing along. "Yeah, I've got a bit of a headache," I sent, hoping that would be enough to deter any further questions. Kya took this as a cue to increase her pace, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening. I had to bite the inside of my cheek, but it did not keep me from crying out.

"Now, let's discuss the potential for downsizing in the customer services department," Jason said, and the screen split into a series of grim faces, all nodding solemnly.

Kya's strokes grew more vigorous, her left hand coaxing out a fresh stream of precum that she eagerly collected, her right hand twisting my head to the side. The fresh precum became a new layer of lubricant as Kya's twisting became more intense, and I couldn't hold back moaning anymore. My lower body jerking every time she twisted my bottle cap. I was groaning in agony through my mouth. Thankfully, my microphone was muted, and the only evidence of my distress was the way my eyes rolled back in my head and the involuntary twitch of my cheek. I was sure that everyone had noticed me on camera despite being muted.

Just as I was about to lose all semblance of professionalism, my screen lit up with another message, this time from Becky and Sam. "Ron, are you okay?" Becky's concern was palpable through the text. "You don't look so good," Sam also sent me a private message asking the same thing. The irony of the situation was not lost on me, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

I managed to read the messages to Kya, who had stopped her twisting motion, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"They think you're in pain," she murmured.

"Yeah, because you're the one causing it," I hissed back at her, trying to keep the irritation from my voice.

She giggled, her grip on me tightening as she resumed her twisting, pushing up more precum. Kya moaned at the sight of the precum drooling out of me, her eyes lighting up with a hunger that would never be satisfied. She loved it--loved the power she had over me at that moment, loved the way my body responded to her touch. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the fresh flow that had formed. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could not fight back an expression that threatened to betray my situation to the colleagues who were discussing the grim realities of downsizing. But they couldn't hear me thankfully.

"Oh Ron," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr, "You give me so much precum. This is so HOT."

Her eyes glittered with excitement as she watched my face contorted with pleasure and embarrassment. She leaned in closer, her breath warm on my cock. I felt for sure that I was going to be among the personnel terminated if I'm discovered.

"I've got to keep going, baby," she murmured.

Kya's hand moved faster; her twisting more insistent as she watched me squirm in my seat.

"If I let you go now," she whispered, "you'll have blue balls for the rest of the meeting. And that just won't do, will it?"

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she took me into her mouth again. The feeling brought both relief and agony. Relief because my arousal kept me lost with sexual tension. Agony because the tension was so intense. But blue balls would be worse.

"Ron," Becky's voice came through the speakers, "you're looking a bit flushed. Are you okay?"

Her question sent a jolt of panic through me. "Yeah," I answered back after turning off the mute for a quick moment. "I'm in... a bit of... pain here."

Kya took it as a cue to ease up slightly, allowing me to regain my composure. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to focus on the discussion about potential downsizing.

"Thanks, Becky," I managed to croak into the microphone, my voice strained. "I'll be fine."

"If you need to step away, Ron," Jason's voice cut through the screen, a hint of concern lacing his words, "you can leave the meeting early. We understand that sometimes these things can't be helped."

I forced a chuckle, hoping it sounded natural. "No, no," I replied, my voice wavering slightly. "I'll be okay."

"Ron, you really don't look well," Jason said, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Maybe you should sign off and rest for a bit."

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Thanks, Jason. I think that might be for the best." I forced a smile and nodded my head. "I'll catch up on the notes and rejoin if needed."

With a sigh of relief, I thanked him again for understanding and swiftly clicked the 'Leave Meeting' button. The screen went black, and I slumped in my chair, my cock still standing at full attention, begging for release.

Kya groaned in displeasure. Her control over me was lost.

I couldn't help but chuckle despite the throbbing ache of my manhood standing at full attention covered with Kya's saliva and my lubricant.

"You've been a very bad girl," I said in a soft firm tone, keeping the playful frustration out of my voice.

"Oh no, what will you do to me?" Kya giggled in mock fear, her eyes dancing with excitement. She knew full well that she had pushed me to the brink of madness with her little game.

Her playfulness only served to inflame my need further.

"You've got no idea," I murmured, standing up from the chair and moving towards her. She squealed and tried to get up and make a break for the bathroom, her bare feet slapping against the rug as she dashed across the room.

"Oh no, you don't," I said with a growl, catching her around the waist and spinning her around. She giggled in fake fear, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she struggled against my hold.

"Let me go, you brute," she exclaimed playfully, her bare breasts pressing against my chest. Her giggles grew louder as she tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but my grip was firm.

"You think you can just tease me like that and get away with it?" I asked, the playfulness in my voice belying the desperate need pounding through my veins.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked at me.

"Oh, baby, you know I can't resist being freaky with you" she purred, her legs spreading slightly, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her slick wetness.

"Well, now it's time for you to pay up," I said, my voice low and filled with intent. I couldn't resist the urge to show her who was in charge after her little game. I leaned over her, my manhood still painfully hard, and whispered,

"I'm going to pound you Ky... I'm going to break you open like an egg."

With a playful smirk, I scooped her up in my arms and threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the plush mattress. She squealed with laughter, her legs kicking in the air before she righted herself, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Climbing onto the bed and straddling her. Her giggles turned to gasps as I pinned her wrists above her head, and we both kissed deeply. Our tongues find each other. Desiring each other through a long meeting, knowing good and well that we both enjoyed what had just occurred.

With a deliberate, almost predatory move, I move down Kya's beautiful petite body. Licking her breasts along the way. Down to her belly button and finally to her beautiful clean-shaven womanhood. Kya's closed her eyes submissively. Her breathing slow and deep. We are positioned exactly as we were from last night's initial session. Slowly and gingerly, I open her legs. She offered no resistance. She was already wet.

I lowered my mouth to her; the scent of her arousal was potent. I began with her inner thighs, planting feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin. Kya quivered, and I knew she was already worked up. What she did to me had turned her on in a major way. It was my turn now.

I took my time, savoring the moment, my tongue moving closer to her center with each pass. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I paused, blowing a soft breath that made her squirm. My eyes locked onto hers.

"Ohhhh... " I moaned like a predator. "You want me, don't you sweetie?"

"Yes sir..." she answered weakly.

I licked the length of her labia, from her entrance to her clit, my tongue flicking softly against her wetness. Kya tensed. Her hand reaches down to grip my hair, guiding me closer to her swollen bud.

"I'm going to give you just what you deserve sweetie." I said sternly.

I took it into my mouth. Sucking gently, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. Her breath hitched, and I knew I could get her quickly to a point where she would come apart.

"Ohhhh Ronnn..." she moaned weakly.

Kya's hips began to rock in time with my movements, her breathing becoming erratic. My tongue continued swirling around her clit in a tantalizing dance, alternating between hard and soft strokes. I could feel her body tighten. And when it did, I eased back. Once it relaxed, I continued alternating my hard and soft strokes. She was so worked up from teasing me earlier. I already had her where I wanted her.

Kya begged, her voice sounding so sweet, "Please, Ron, I need it. Don't tease me."

With a firm grip on her exotic thighs, I buried my face into her. My tongue lapping her clit with a fervor of alternating hard and soft strokes. Every stroke and suck a promise that I would finish her very soon. Kya's moans echoed in our room.

"Ohhhh Ky..." I spoke. "I should draw it out just like what you did to me."

"Nooooo..." she begged and whined. "I won't make it. Please babe... I was only having fun."

Her hips rolled in a silent plea, pushing her garden closer to my eager mouth. Kya was urging me to get her to cum. I could feel her muscles tense. Her breath came in ragged pants, each exhale a little moan that grew in pitch and intensity with every pass of my tongue. A louder moan when I licked hard and a begging moan when I licked her softly.

"Ok my wonderful sweetie." I said with a firm loving tone.

Kya's thighs quivered against my face. She was close. Very close. The sound of my tongue against her wetness filled the room. I was drinking and lapping her. I knew exactly what she needed. I slid a finger inside her, feeling the walls of her womanhood contract around it. I curled it upward, finding the spot that would push her over the edge. Pressing firmly, I massage the sensitive bundle of nerves. Kya's eyes shot open, and she yelled.

"Uuuuhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmm... AAAaaahhh!" my beautiful doe screamed.

She came. HARD.

Her hips bucking wildly, and I didn't let up. I kept my tongue on her clit while my finger pressing firmly on her spot.

"Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!! Ronnnnnn... I looovvvee youuuuu soooo fuuuu... Oooooohhhhh!!." Kya yelled as her climax ran its course through her.

Wave after powerful wave engulfed her. Drowning her in a flurry of pure ecstacy. And just like that, the fury began to subside. Kya moaned weakly with satisfaction.

"You loved that sweetie?" I asked.

"Mhm" she answered faintly.

I move up to her and gave her a deep kiss. Our tongues affirming our deep love. After a few moments I got up and slowly began turning her over onto her stomach.

"Turn over sweetie." I said firmly. "I'm still punishing you."

I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her legs parted and trembling.

"Oh god Ron..." Kya uttered weakly.

Kya moaned as she felt the tip of me press against her slick folds. I didn't enter her immediately. Instead, I took a moment to rub the length of myself against her, teasing her swollen clit. She pushed back against me, her body begging for my invasion.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned.

With one swift motion, I thrust inside her, filling her completely. Her moan was muffled by the pillow, but I felt her entire body clench around me. I took a short moment to revel in the feeling. Then, I began to move, my strokes deep and deliberate. The wet sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Kya's gasps and whimpers as I claimed her from behind. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through her. I was rough, almost animalistic in my need for her. She loved every second of it.

"OOohhhh..." Kya moaned. "Give it to me good Ron. Show me how bad I've been..."

I just grunted. Attacking her harder and harder.

The bed-frame rattled against the wall in time with our passionate rhythm, the headboard thumping out a primitive beat. My hands were a firm grip on her hips, guiding her movements, setting the pace that had her body begging for more. I leaned over her. Reaching around to tweak her hardened nipple with my right hand. While my other hand slid down her spine, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin as they descended, making her arch into me.

"You've been a very naughty girl..." I said firmly. "You could have gotten me fired."

Kya moaned back. "I know you want to punish me... Do it... Ron. Make me pay..."

My hips rolled into her. Sliding in and out with a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite. The mattress dipped and swayed beneath us. I began to thicken even more inside her, my orgasm approaching. Kya pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with a grind of her own hips. My grip on her tightened, my breathing grew harsher, I was getting closer. My hand that had been playing with her nipple now reached down to rub her clit, the pressure just right. One last move to break her will. Kya's eyes squeezed shut as a second climax quickly emerged on the horizon. My rhythm grew erratic. Her insides clamped down around me, her inner muscles contracting.

"Oohhhh godddd..." Kya uttered. "Break meee... Ronnnn!"

I grunted.

I pounded her even harder as the bed-frame hit the wall louder and at a faster pace. I don't care if people can hear. My mind consumed with trying to break her into two. My orgasm was approaching fast.

I slid my other hand up to her silky thick hair, pulling it just enough to tilt her head a little farther back towards me. Kya gasped.

"Uhhhhh..." she uttered.

"Ohhhh Ky... I.. love.. you... sooo... much," I declared between gasps of pleasure.

"Please," Kya whimpered, her voice a sweet agony. "Please, snap me in half. I want it all."

My grip tightened. I could feel the tension building, the coils of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. In a final push, I pounded into her like our lives depended on me smashing thru her.

"Kyyyyy!" I bellowed. "YEEESSSS!"

With a final shout, I buried myself to the hilt inside her and we both came TOGETHER. I pulsated as I shot every essence of myself deep within. Kya's own orgasm shattered over her. A scream tearing from her throat as she felt me fill her completely. Every drop of semen pent up from all her teasing erupted like flood waters from a broken dam. All I could recall is both of us yelling, lost in a dimension of pleasure that words could not describe.

And then it was over.

We both collapsed onto the bed. Out of breath and totally spent. We held each other tight. Our breathing slowly went back to normal. Both of us touched each other. Exchanging little kisses like two crazed lovers.

After an undisclosed amount of time of whispers of love to each other, I said:

"We both need to shower again."

"Mhm..." Kya murmured and laughed.