Lincoln couldn't move.
In fact, he didn't want to move.
On his chest, sleeping soundly was his beloved wife, clearly exhausted from their last night session and dealing with horny students from yesterday, meant that she really enjoyed being put into a slutty form of detention as punishment.
The schoolgirl uniform she was in really helped spice up the experience for them from the cleavage and stomach shown from the unbuttoned blouse that was knotted at the belly, the short, tartan skirt with black knee socks that highlighted her toned legs and ass, plus the nervous demeanour she showed while tied up helped sell it.
He was mused from his thoughts by the sound of cute moans.
"Morning." Jordan said with a tired smile.
"Morning to you too. And may I just say, that was quite a performance you put on the other day." He said with a smile as she got up.
"Right back at ya." She said with a smile.
"That really helped burn through some frustration from that visit, huh?" Lincoln said.
"Tell me about it. What kind of kids were they? They were acting like relationships were illegal or something!" Jordan exclaimed as she grabbed a gown along with Lincoln.
"Well maybe a refreshing shower can help us out. You wanna join?" Lincoln said with a grin.
Jordan pushing him into the shower was the answer he got as they closed it behind them, their moans were the only sounds coming from it.
"Ahhh, that was refreshing." Jordan said as she and Lincoln were at the breakfast bar, enjoying their meal. Jordan's hair was now in a ponytail, dressed in a yellow blouse, which was unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage and a pair of blue jeans plus white flats. Lincoln was dressed in a white, long-sleeved t-shirt with an orange stripe across the chest, blue jeans and red trainers.
"I know that. It took your mind off yesterday?" Lincoln asked as he sipped his coffee.
"Yeah. Next time we give a talk to the school, let's hope it don't end up like that 'academy'" She said with air quotes
"True. All that preparation and we just get talked about how we look. What kind of school is that guy running?" Lincoln added.
Suddenly, Jordan's phone went off.
*BRING! BRING!*
Looking down, she saw her father calling.
"Huh? Hey Lincoln, may I for a bit? Dad's calling." She asked.
"Sure go ahead." Lincoln said as Jordan got out to speak with her father.
"Hi Daddy. Yeah, I'm enjoying my time here. Yes, we haven't gotten into any trouble. Excuse me, but my bedroom times shouldn't be discussed over the phone. No! I AM NOT PREGNANT YET! So, what do you need? OK...Really? Sure. Can I take Lincoln? REALLY? Thank you, Daddy! Bye! Love you!"
She hung up the phone and made her way back to the table.
"So what did your father want?" Lincoln asked.
"He asked me to go to one of his shipping houses to look over a delivery, just to make sure nothing goes wrong?" She said.
Lincoln raised a brow. "I thought you weren't interested in taking over your family business?" he questioned.
Jordan shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't hurt to learn the ins and outs of the business in case something happens. He also wants you to come along as well."
"Really?
"Yeah. He says you should also get a feel for the business as well." Jordan replied.
Lincoln thought about it and decided.
"Why not? Best to see how the business is ran. I hadn't been there at all." He said, cleaning his plate.
"Cool. Let's get ready." Jordan said as the made their way back to their room.
After a few minutes, Lincoln and Jordan emerged.
Lincoln was decked in a three piece suit which consisted of a black blazer, indigo dress shirt and an orange tie with black slacks and black leather shoes. His hair was combed back.
"OK, I'm ready! What about you?" Lincoln called to his wife.
"Here." Jordan said.
Jordan had on a white blouse under a black blazer. The blouse was unbuttoned to show her cleavage and pendant. She also had on a black skirt that hugged her ass like a mould while her legs were covered by white over knee socks and yellow stiletto heels. Her blonde hair was done in a stylish braid white she had on a pair of stylish glasses.
"OK, now I'm ready." Jordan said as Lincoln looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"Buh...Buh...Buh..." Lincoln droned as his face went red.
Jordan giggled.
"Come on, lover boy. We don't want to be late." She said as she left the room, swaying her magnificent hips as she did.
Lincoln quickly followed as he heard wolf-whistles from the other occupants of the hotel.
No way anyone was oogling his wife and living to tell the tale.
"Ahh, Mrs. Rosato-Loud! Good to see that the boss's daughter is here!" A man in his early 30's dressed in a black striped suit as he shook her hand. He sounded like a used car salesman.
"Good to see you to, Valente. Now, my father said something about a new shipment?" Jordan asked as Lincoln stood by her side.
"Of course. Right this way!" He said as they walked along the dock to see the large boats unloading supplies.
"Man, your dad's company is blowing up!" Lincoln said with a whistle.
"I know. Ever since he began doing trade partnerships, he's been making a lot of money, he doesn't know what to do with it all. So far, it's just been placed in savings accounts or donated to charities." Jordan said as she saw office workers and accountants looking over the numbers.
"I wonder what is so special about this delivery though?" Lincoln asked.
"Daddy told me it was a large set of high-quality furniture. Apparently, some rich man had ordered a lot of it and it needs to be shipped across the ocean." Jordan said as she was handed a sheet.
"Must be a lot of furniture if it required your dad's company." Lincoln said as he followed her into the office.
"The paperwork is on the desk, so we just need you to look over and sign a few things off." Valente said as both Lincoln and Jordan saw two binders on the desk. It looked organised but you know what they say: appearances can be deceiving.
"Anyways, shall we get started?" Jordan said as she cracked her knuckles.
"Let's do this." Lincoln replied as they began to look over the paperwork.
Both soon began to shift through the binders, looking at the records of each sheet, showing what was ordered and the costs.
"Wow. Whoever ordered this much furniture must really love this kind." Lincoln said as he began to type away the calculations.
"I know. I mean, $500 for seven Oak wood chairs? He must be loaded or eccentric." Jordan added as she wrote something on another paper before placing it to one side.
"Hey Lincoln, do you have an order sheet for 7 beech wood tables?" She asked as she leaned over, giving a view of her cleavage as she did.
"Errrr...' He droned before shaking his head and handing over the paper, his eyes still glued to her tits. 'Here."
"Thanks. Man, if this is only a bit, I would rather not find out about the rest." She said, bending over to give a better at the sheets. Lincoln tried to look through his bunch but was distracted by the view of her cleavage.
"And I know you were looking at my cleavage." Jordan said, snapping him out of his trance.
"Uhh...I mean...' He then sighed in defeat. 'Can you blame me?" He relented.
"Nah. I look like a sexy secretary in this. Besides, after this, maybe some secretary roleplay can be used for our fun time in the bedroom." Jordan said with a smile.
"I would love that." Lincoln added.
But first, paperwork.
Both were now cursing whoever invented it in their heads.
Afterwards, they handed the binders to Valente.
"That's all of it. We managed to double check the entire orders and everything is going smoothly."
"All the costs are accounted for and the pay has been received. I still don't know why a man would need so much furniture."
"You know what most billionaires are like. Some of them are eccentric as hell." He said, looking through the binders.
"Anyways we will be off." Jordan said as the two left, hands linked.
They then decided to stop by a local diner to get something to eat.
"Nothing like a roadside special dinner after a long day of paperwork." Lincoln said as he tucked into his pancakes while Jordan giggled, eating some waffles.
"Oh yeah. After all of that, we need some food." Jordan agreed.
"Man, you dad's company has been busy huh?" Lincoln said as he sipped his coffee.
"Well, no rest for the wicked. Dad cannot wait to retire." Jordan agreed.
Lincoln chuckled.
"Well, let's hope the next time he calls us, we don't do a lot of paperwork." He said.
"Here, here." She agreed as they clinked their mugs.
It was now late and the two had gone to the docks where Jordan's ship had left.
"I will never get tired of that sunset." Lincoln said. Jordan leaned into his chest.
"Yeah...to think a week and a half had already passed." Jordan said as she inhaled his scent.
"Well, we did have a lot of fun." He spoke seductively.
Jordan nodded as she turned, looking right at his eyes.
"And the fun won't ever stop." She said as the two kissed, the sun shining down on them, giving an ethereal glow.
They were back in their room, eager to get started for their latest romp in the night. Right now, they were arranging a desk and chairs so that it would look like a CEO's office. Next, Lincoln grabbed the supplies which would be needed for their session: A bullet vibrator, some rope, a pair of ankle cuffs and the yellow ballgag. Lincoln was still wearing the outfit from earlier.
Jordan meanwhile had freshened up. She changed into a fresh white, thin silk blouse, that was a few sizes smaller, so it was tight around her body, thus she had to unbutton it to reveal her cleavage. She then added a black miniskirt which hugged her ass and was close to show some of her thong, a pair of over knee socks that looked like her legs were covered in black pain and a pair of yellow stiletto heels.
Her hair was loose and she decided to put on a silver pearl necklace along with her ID necklace, which was under the collar of the blouse. Finally, she put on blood red lipstick and she grabbed a few papers.
"OK. Showtime." She said with a grin.
"Mr. Loud." She said in a professional tone. Lincoln was pretending to look over some paperwork when he looked up to see the sight of his beautiful secretary/wife.
"I have the papers you wanted." She said as Lincoln began to look through them, critically looking through each one.
"Good. Hopefully, the orders can come through. First things first though, come here." he ordered and Jordan did that, swaying her hips with each step.
"Lift your skirt." he ordered and Jordan did that to reveal a yellow thong. Her face was blushing as she did. She let out a moan when Lincoln slipped the vibrator near her clit and slipped the battery pack into her left sock.
"Perfect. Now tell me while this is vibrating. I want to see you squirm." he said with a sinister grin.
Jordan began to squirm as she felt her inner walls vibrate from the feeling.
"There...is a... negotiation for a share of our stock...unf!...They want 12% of it. Also, some...new...staff have...been hired...AH!...We...just need...you to...interview them!" She gasped out as she shook from the vibrations of the rocket in her. Her face was lined with sweat.
Lincoln then got up and pulled her closer, his lips close to hers.
"Good to know. I really appreciate you doing this." He said in a husky voice.
"Um...sir? You're hand is on my butt." She squeaked as she felt a rough hand squeezing her ass through her skirt, blushing as she tried to look away.
"Come on. You do love it. And I want to give you a reward." He said.
"What kind?" She asked as Lincoln took off her ID.
"The kind where you are trussed up and we have passionate sex in my office with no one around." He said as he grabbed the rope.
Jordan's face went a tomato red.
"I can't! It would be improper!" She said.
"Not if we keep it between us." Lincoln spoke as he turned up the vibrations, causing her to squeal in shock.
"Does that mean I won't accidentally ruin any relationships you have?" She spoke as she panted.
"Dear, I'm single. You'll be the first woman after a while. So, what do you say? You want to do this?"
Jordan nodded her head in bliss.
"Smart girl. Now turn around with hands behind your back." He said as he unwound the rope.
Jordan did that, crossing her wrists behind her back as Lincoln draped the yellow rope over her shoulders then pulled it through her pits, winding them around her upper arms then forming two knots to hold them in position. Next, he wrapped the rope above and below her chest, making them pop out more before tying it behind her back and leaving a long trail of rope behind her. Grabbing her arms, Lincoln proceeded to place them in a horizontal position, tying them off with the rope.
Finally, Lincoln secured the ankle cuffs to prevent her movement.
"Are you OK?" He asked.
"It's tight." She said with a nervous gulp.
"Don't worry, soon it will be over." He said as he turned her around, holding the necklace in his hands. Jordan bent her head so that it could go over her head and the badge hung below her tits, the cord slipped under the collar of her blouse.
Lincoln then got a camera ready and began to take photos.
Jordan stood then and smiled nervously as the camera flash went off. She then turned her head to the left for another photo then bending down to show more of her cleavage.
"Now turn around. I want to see your rear." He said as he placed the camera on the ground and leaned against the desk.
"Of-Of course, Sir" She spoke as she turned around and bent over, her skirt lifting up to show her large ass.
"Nice." He said as he went over and smacked her ass.
"Uh!" she squealed in pleasure.
"I love that. Now then, on your knees." He ordered as he lowered his pants to show his large cock.
"I want you to suck me off."
Jordan did that, keeping her back straight as she eyed the large meat. Gulping, she slowly took it into her mouth, sucking ever so gently as she lathered her tongue all over. Her eyes were half lidded as she continued to suck him off, looking up to see the pleased look on his face.
"Good girl. Keep on doing that." He said with a grin as he patted her head. Jordan smiled as she went deeper and sucked harder, moaning in bliss and ecstasy. She even sucked as hard as a vacuum cleaner before Lincoln released her from the cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the dick.
She breathed in pleasure as she was forced to her legs and the ball gag was strapped into her mouth. Lincoln then kissed her lips as he fiddled with the thong, pulling it down to show her plump lower lips.
"Now for the climax." HE said as he inserted his cock into her, Jordan moaning in bliss as she bounced on his dick like a rabbit in heat. Lincoln kept a firm grip on her ass as she did, squeezing it every now and then.
"I always had a thing for asses. And yours is amazing." He said as he then began to smack it, which caused Jordan to bounce faster, wet noises filling the room.
Soon, the cock went in deeper as she clenched her walls, feeling them about to give out.
"MMPH! MMPH!" She squealed to let him know she was going to cum
"Good. Cum for me! Cum...for...Me!" He yelled as he clenched his teeth and kept her close, cum shooting out and filling her up like a cream filling.
It filled her up like a raging fire hose.
Soon Jordan collapsed onto him, looking lovingly into his eyes with Lincoln doing the same.
Lincoln took out the gag and let it rest.
"Now that was some lovely overtime work." He said.
"I'm glad to be of service." She answered.
The two simply kissed lovingly as the clock struck 12.