The Closet Domme Ch. 02

The Flyboy – Part II

She sat now listening to the second lecture of the morning, and trying hard to pay attention and take notes. Her love of the law waned every time she came to one of these painful ethics lectures. After all, most of the lawyers she knew had very little if any ethics to speak of, but still had their license to practice. She could not wait until the after lunch lecture that was actually about something she did. All she could hope was that it would not be some 60-something white male attorney spouting off his war stories as if it was something that could be repeated now.

As the hour drug on, she could not help but let her mind wander to the evening before and how amazingly beautiful her little flyboy was. Her thoughts would not veer far from him no matter how hard she tried, ever since she left that bar. She had barely slept last night, and found herself wanting to use her vibrator badly by the time she got out of the shower in the morning. This young man had made her feel alive for the first time in a long time, and she had played out a million things she wanted to do with him today. She had pictured everything from the tameness of kissing to activities that made her feel like she should apologize. None of them had seemed perfect though, and she could not decide on what to do.

"And, that concludes this morning's lecture...see you all back here at 130 for the afternoon talk. We should be done around 3, so try to be here right at 130."

Oh, wow, well luckily no one could see how flushed she was in the rather dimly lit conference room. She made her way out of the room towards the break room next door. She figured some food would calm her down before sitting through more droning thinking of her sexy flyboy. After grabbing a few pastries, she headed out to the lobby and found a cozy spot to sit and read through a case file.

As she sat in the lobby looking out the window from one of those high-backed comfortable chairs, she day-dreamed about how he smiled, how his eyes lit up, and how his hand felt on her. Exquisite she thought, exquisite. Her pulse quickened when a hand on her shoulder roused her from her daze.

"I thought maybe you wouldn't come..." His voice immediately caused her to become wet. She looked up to see her flyboy smiling down at her, somehow even more beautiful than she remembered. He was wearing a white and purple cotton button down shirt today. The white in his shirt made him look even more tan and beautiful. That same silver chain clung to the side of his neck, and she felt her tongue touch her top lip as she eyed it wanting to taste his neck so badly.

"I'm on the lunch break, but of course I came, I told you I have a conference." She smiled coyly with the confidence of this new persona returning to her immediately. Lady Jacky had arrived once more to enjoy this flyboy.

He moved around her to sit in the chair opposite her. He perched on the edge and bent towards her a small smile on his face that said more than his words. "Well, how much longer does the conference go?"

She sat forward now spreading her legs in her skirt to give him a peek. She watched his eyes hang on her every move and look exactly where she wanted. Then, she almost whispered...

"Depends, are you hard yet?" The word hard caught in her throat, and she only hoped that didn't notice the momentary lapse in her confident demeanor. Just the thought of his response sent a tingle to her clit and a flood of dirty images through her brain.

"No, but if you touch me I will be in seconds." The tension between them was becoming palpable at this point. Her chest started to flush and she saw the vein on the side of his tanned neck pulse as he got excited.

"Let's go, flyboy, lead the way." She slid the file from her hand and put it in her briefcase. There was no way that she was going to be able to focus on anything just knowing he was in the same building – especially now that she could picture exactly what he was wearing.

"What about the conference?" His considerate question was nearly rhetorical.

"Fuck it." Her words were carefree, and again not like the logical, calculating attorney that she was all the time. This new Lady Jacky didn't care about obligations or appointments; she wanted to have her time to play with toys and damn the rest. In a way, Jacky found this freeing, almost a new world that had opened up for her. Maybe that was what he saw in her face when he tilted his head slightly before getting up.

He stood and began to walk fast, but still nonchalantly, towards the elevators. She slowly stood up and followed him. She felt the confidence in her walk as she imagined she was a goddess moving through the lobby. She caught the eye of a bell hop as she walked past and smiled letting her dimples show. When he smiled back, she wondered if he knew all the filthy things in her head.

When the elevator arrived, her flyboy held the door and she calmly went inside. Once inside, he pressed 5 and the doors shut. The moment those two metal doors shut against each other, it was as if the elevator filled with heat. Her own pulse quickened, and she swore she could hear him breathing. The time it took to get to the 5th floor was excruciating.

Mercifully the door finally opened and he held it once again. After they had both exited, he pointed to the right and led her to a doorway not far from the elevator. She watched his hand tremble slightly as he opened the door. He wasn't nervous though, it was an excited tremble.

She entered first, and he followed, with the door closing tightly behind him. The light was dim for only a moment as he quickly walked past her to turn on the lights. He turned then, "well, ummmm," it was as if he had no idea what to do now.

"Quiet!" Her words were forceful and confident again, back to lawyer mode she thought. As she turned back to throw the lock on the door over she dropped her briefcase. She turned to him then and tilted her head a little downward. Her gaze caught his eyes and pierced through hi as she walked towards him slowly. Each of her steps was deliberate, and after two or three she stepped out of her heels without even missing a moment in that cadence. The steps after were slower as she moved to slide her panties down and step out of them. His hands started to fumble with his buttons, as she reached him.

Her right hand stopped him as she approached within inches of his chest. "No, not yet." He immediately obeyed and dropped his hands to his sides. "Shoes and socks off."

He sat on the edge of the queen bed and started doing just as she commanded. She smiled noting the lime green of the comforter and how she was going enjoy the thought of that color after today.

When his feet were bare, she walked up and pushed him from his shoulders back on the bed. He provided no resistance, but instead quickly readjusted himself so that his head was on the pillows.

She placed her left knee up on the outside of his legs and then her right followed on the opposite side. She was straddling him now, and yet he had not reached for her. She loved this control.

Her gaze drifted downward and she caught sight of his bulge. God that was exciting. She had not even touched him yet and he was excited. Then, as if she had planned it all along, she crawled over him one knee on each side and one hand too. His hands pinned against the bed. She felt the skin of his arms graze her knees as she crawled past. Yep, she was about to do one of her dirtiest thoughts and not give a fuck. Wow, who the hell had she become?

As her breasts were over his face, she looked down at his eyes. Then, she reached over and grabbed a pillow off to the side of where his beautiful face gazed up at her. Her hand behind his head made him lift up. She could feel his hot breath as she put the extra pillow under his head. She slid her skirt all the way up to her waistband now, and just told him...

"Taste me."

"Oh god yes Lady Jacky." His words were almost a sigh at being permitted. His hands moved to her ass cheeks, thumbs on her hips He pulled her into his face now and then she felt him lick the tip of her clit. From there, his mouth devoured her. He put his tongue in her and all over her at the same time. He seemed to have no rhythm to it at first, moving as if he was ravenous. Then, she realized that he was responding to her facial expressions. He soon learned, at nearly the same time as she did, that sucking on her clit made her feel amazing.

As he did so, she found herself lost in this moment. His tongue moved rhythmically and her hips moved with it. She felt her weight shift more towards him and she put her hands up on the wall above his head. Her moans started to become louder and louder. Every motion of his tongue sent waves through her clit and her entire sex. She felt herself dripping, and felt his chin rubbing her dripping hole as she moved with him. His grip become more intense as her moans grew louder. Her face was on the wall before she even knew it, and she was lost in the pleasure.

Soon, she heard her own voice deepen as moans turned to grunted yeses. This was intense. In this moment, she did not care how she looked or sounded all she cared about was how amazing his mouth felt on her. The "oh fucks" that started from her lips led to his own moaning that she could feel through her body as if her clit was an amplifier. She looked down to see his eyes fixed on her and she could read the joy in them. She kept the gaze as long as she could before "pop" she felt her orgasm explode through her. Her grunt of pleasure was delayed by a second as her body tensed and she spasmed against him. She felt his tongue slow, but still explore finding a way to express how much he was enjoying this moment.

As she caught her breath, she sat back on his chest. She looked at him now, his mouth glistening with her moisture and saw him smile.

"You taste amazing." His words came out and shocked her. She had all but forgotten his pleasure in this. Frankly, she had not cared. Her only thought was I'm going to ride this man's face. Her pursuit of an orgasm was the only thing that mattered, and yet, he had loved this!

"May I have some more, Lady Jacky?" Fuck me! That was the most beautiful thing he could possibly have said in that moment. She pulled off her shirt now, revealing her black lace bra. Then she slowly crawled backward. He at first looked surprised and almost hurt, but his look of relief soon came after she started to unbutton his shirt.

He sat up towards her to give her access to its removal. Then, he laid back, in complete obedience to her. Wow, she thought, this was the hottest moment she had ever had. Her movements sped up as she backed up enough to undo his pants, but kept herself close enough so her skirt just barely covered what she was doing. Her eyes were locked on his as she reached in and pulled out his hard cock. The touch of it brought the blood back to a boil in her clit.

As she considered what to do with him, she found herself sliding forward. Now, her wet pulsing clit was flush against his cock. She began stroking herself against it as she held it erect and against her with her hand. He was her vibrator now, and this was amazing.

His moaning was accentuated by his hands gripping that green comforter. He kept looking down, although he could see nothing with her skirt blocking the view. She could tell he was desperate to see the head of his cock, wet, sliding against her slightly hardened clit. His moaning increased as he writhed trying not to cum. She could tell by the way he kept closing his eyes that he was trying to think of anything else just to keep enjoying this.

She stopped and slid backward off the bed. His head lifted and he looked at her begging with his eyes, but not wanting to say anything for fear she would leave.

Relief again showed on his face as she slid her skirt down and undid her bra. His eyes devoured her now, taking in her body as if it was perfect. She alone could see and feel the flaws, but he seemed to see none of them.

"Pants off!" The words barely escaped her lips before he was standing and dropping his pants.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, flyboy?" She asked in full command of herself as a sexy woman standing there. She knew this man wanted her, and she felt as if allowing him to have her would be a gift that he would have to appreciate.

"Please Lady Jacky, fuck me."

"Get a condom and put it on bitch." She barked the command at him, harshly; but he scrambled to obey. He found a box and fumbled to open it. She knew he had bought it just for her and just for today. He probably had not worn a condom with his wife at all. Once he had a blue and white plastic square he was back sitting on the bed. He tore the package with his teeth and fumbled to slide the rubber down his shaft. After he was done, he looked up ready for anything.

She approached the bed again and sat down straddling him. His breath caught as she positioned herself just over his cock. As she slid down letting him enter her slowly their eyes were locked. She almost lost her composure in that moment and saw in his face that he felt the same. Then, she was moving. She rode him slowly at first keeping his entire length in her and then she leaned in thrusting him in and out. When she realized her breasts were right in his face, she stopped.

"Suck my tit little boy." Jesus, that was so fucking dirty, but somehow made her feel so good. He complied immediately putting her nipple gently in his mouth and sucking. As she started thrusting again he was forced to stop. His moaning became harsher each moment. She barely noticed his hands grip her hips, but he wasn't trying to control just hold on. As she sped up he grew louder and deeper in his sounds. Pretty soon it was a grunt that matched her own.

Seconds after this wonderful transition, she felt his body tense as it had the night before. "Oh god, I'm fucking cumming, ahhhhhh." She thrust herself down now, hard against him and "blam" this time, she came. This explosion different than the one earlier, deeper it seemed. Her voice became a small scream as the waves of pleasure rolled over her body.

Then, she collapsed onto him. Her hair fell to the side, with only a few strands sticking to her back. Her sweat mixed with his as they lay there in the bed together exhausted. She felt him twitch in his post-orgasm pleasure and did the same as a reaction each time. Bliss...that was the only word to describe how she felt now. He was still inside her and she wanted to milk every last second of that feeling.

The moment she rolled off of him, he seemed to fall instantly asleep. His small smile as he slept made her feel amazing somehow, and she reveled in that for a few moments. She knew she had to go though, this was not meant to be more than a brief adventure, and she did not want to be around for him to wake up and go through the awkwardness. Frankly, she didn't need to see this man again, although she sort of wanted to leave a note thanking him for awakening this part of her. She dressed quickly grabbed her bag and headed to her car. The conference may have been done or still going, but she didn't care, it was time to leave. As she drove home, the images in her mind of what she had just done played as a constant movie. Wow, just wow.

Although this would normally be the end of this one time adventure of a boring lady...well it was only the beginning. The rest of this tale is really about Jacky's toys, and so let's explore them that way.

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