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One Hour with Sir (Ch. 07)
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You don’t need to read the prior chapters to enjoy this one.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Catherine Martin-DuPont (Cat) is the head of the litigation practice for a prominent New York City law firm and also a slut to Sir (Anders Jorgensen). Sir runs a thriving commodities trading practice.
This is Cat’s story from last September.
Chapter Seven
It was a rainy September day, a late summer storm bringing menacing black clouds and high winds to the borough of Manhattan. I was in my corner office in one of the many indistinguishable Midtown high rises lining the Avenue of the Americas watching the rain pelting against my floor to ceiling window. It was only noon, but I was already getting wet thinking about Annika’s arrival that evening. Sir’s driver Norman was going to pick her up at Penn Station and then bring her straight to my office building. I didn’t want to waste a single second apart from her.
Annika was my slut in the same way I was Sir’s slut. She was an engagement “present” from Sir, knowing I enjoyed lesbian sex. He encouraged our relationship because it made me happy. Annika and I grew to love each other. She was my baby.
My baby was away attending a post-doctorate program at Cornell, though she’d come back to the City to give a speech on the captivating topic of “String Theory – – History and Dimensions,” a subset of her about to be published article on quantum mechanics in The American Mathematical Monthly. This subject was far outside the grasp of a mere lawyer such as myself who was unschooled in the finer points of physics and math.
I wasn’t an intellectual. I was just a high priced trial attorney, a brawler who was paid to win big ticket cases. Unlike in Annika’s world, in my world there was no pursuit of the truth. There were only winners and losers. The winners lived on top of the world. Losers, in the immortal words of Alec Baldwin in Glengarry Glen Ross, were awarded a set of steak knives (third place was “you’re fired”). As a winner I devoted my life to sex, drugs and rock and roll — in that order.
It was no surprise that a street fighter like me was a horny slut. The real surprise was that Annika, being an eggheaded academician, was a horny slut as well. Maybe not so surprising given that Annika was a petite Nordic blonde with a killer body. She was a decade younger than me but more worldly. I’d spent my time in the bowels of the New York legal system, while she was traveling the world. Sir found her at the BDSM club he frequented in Stockholm. Like me, she was looking for adventure and love, in that order. She found adventure with me, and ultimately love.
Litigation kept the blood pumping in my veins but for excitement it still paled in comparison to sex. For me, the recent past was a sexual desert. Sir was due back from a trip to Paris on a two week “business” boondoggle, which was really an excuse to eat great food and drink great wine. Annika had been up at Ithaca for the past month. I was too busy and too lazy to find real sex, so it was my trusty vibrator and porn for the past two weeks. I was counting the minutes until I could fuck her.
Maybe my associate could smell my mating scent, or maybe he was just infatuated with my body, but Trent was loitering in my office and openly staring at my breasts. He was a young hotshot lawyer who sat second chair on most of my cases. He was an ambitious fucker, like I was when I joined the firm. He was on a partnership track and it was only a matter of time before he took my place as first chair. He was a good looking kid – – too good looking to be single at age thirty-two.
Trent had been engaged, but the engagement was suddenly broken off and as a result he had nothing but time on his hands. He had just filed a brief and was relaxing in my office while I was trying to get some real work done. I could see him out of the corner of my eye leering at me while I edited a memo on my computer. He was slouching in one of the guest chairs in my office, my favorite brown leather club chair that was a gift from my father when I was promoted to head the litigation practice for the firm. He had his legs draped over the arm of the chair looking way too comfortable.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked, sounding and acting annoyed.
“No,” he answered. I knew he didn’t but I asked anyway and he was certainly unabashed about his availability. I’d heard through the office gossip mill that Trent had broken up with his fiancé. He hadn’t said a word to me about it but I heard he found her in bed with his best friend, a time worn scenario for multiple broken fındıkzade escort hearts. I knew he always had a crush on me (or at least my body) but we’d never done anything about it, and with him being engaged for the past year, the flirting I’d sometimes do was harmless.
“Why are you staring at me?” I asked, though the skimpy outfit I was wearing for Annika obviously drew his attention. I was sitting behind my desk and Trent was sitting in a chair off to the side, so he had a clear view of me. I was wearing a short black skirt and my favorite black “fuck me” pumps with four inch heels. My thin, white cotton blouse was unbuttoned low enough so Trent could see most of my breasts when I leaned forward. I purposely leaned toward him and his stare never left my chest.
Are we going there? I asked myself. Crossing that invisible line separating casual sexually laced banter from “you could get fired” office place sex? I’d never breached that barrier and I doubted Trent had either.
“The truth?” he asked me back after thinking about it.
“Sure,” I said. Let’s see if he had the balls to say it to me.
“I was staring at you because you look nice.”
Even though the stakes were incredibly high (our livelihoods) I was sorry he lacked the balls to say it. Sir told me the truth to me when we first met, that He was attracted to me, and that He was aware of my deviant desires (we were or course in a BDSM club). Trent was much more sexually passive. I’d only dated aggressive men like Sir. Trent was cute, and I started to wonder if I’d fuck him, or at least fuck with him.
I could just accept his wimpy ass answer and move on or I could call bullshit on him. Maybe it was his bad break-up or my hornier than usual disposition, but I decided to dip my toe across the line first.
“Bullshit,” I said to him. “You were looking at my tits.” I said it because he was, and he knew it, and he knew I knew it.
“No I wasn’t,” he said unconvincingly. The little liar let his legs slide off the chair’s arm so he could sit up straight and at least appear to be sincere.
He didn’t fool me. He was a horny motherfucker like any other guy. I had big tits that guys liked to look at and he was looking.
“Fuck you,” I said. “Admit it, coward.”
He let out a big sigh and crossed the line with me. “You want to hear it? OK, I was looking at your tits.”
I laughed. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I stood up to look at him, and the pronounced lump in his pants told me what I wanted to know.
“Maybe it was hard,” I said. We were definitely past the point of no return when I made that comment. He was hard and I was wet. That was a bad workplace combination.
Trent blushed, and covered his burgeoning erection with his hand. That was cute. But he wasn’t hiding anything. It was obvious he had a big cock.
Then a very wicked idea occurred to me. Annika was always dreaming up something new and kinky for us to do and what I was going to propose was something Annika would approve of. I’d trust his discretion on this because we could destroy each other’s careers if knowledge of what I was going to propose got out.
“Look Trent, I know something happened with your engagement and I’m sorry. I’ve been screwing with you and I really shouldn’t have been. You can say no if you want and I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me.”
“Just go ahead and say what you were going to say,” my young blond haired companion said, eager to hear what I had to say.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch me and Annika have sex.”
After giving me a startled expression Trent looked around the room. “This is a trick question, right? Is there a camera in here? Cat, are you fucking with me?”
“No, no, I’m serious,” I said. “And I’m not fucking with you.”
“Who’s Annika?”
“She’s my girlfriend,” I said. I was sure Trent didn’t know I was bisexual.
“Girlfriend?”
“Are you dim witted? Yes, my girlfriend. I can like girls. You do. Anyway, Annika and I like to explore and experiment; we’d always talked about doing it in front of someone else and quite frankly I thought you could use the relief.”
“Sort of like a mercy fuck? I’m flattered and obviously all in,” he said.
I got up from my chair and walked over to him, still sitting and looking up into my blouse as I put my finger on his chin. “Just remember not to fuck with me, and that includes telling anyone about this.” I was violating one of my sacrosanct rules about workplace sex and I was determined not to get burned by this.
“Understood,” he said, now unabashedly undressing me with the eyes of a lustful teenager.
“What’s a peek worth to you?” I asked him.
“A peek?” he asked as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Of my tits, stupid. What you’ve been staring at.”
“Now?”
“What’s it worth to you?”
He thought about it for a minute.
“How about I pull down my pants and show you what I have?”
“It aksaray escort better be worth it,” I said. “Otherwise I’m going to be pissed.”
“It will,” he said.
“All right,” I said. “You go first.”
He wasn’t expecting that. Now he had to trust me. That’s the way I wanted it.
He locked my office door and then stood with his back to it, unbuckling his pants, unfastening and unzipping them, and then letting them drop to the floor, puddling at his feet. The moment of truth, though I could already see a sizable lump in his boxers. He took a deep breath and then dropped his drawers. His cock popped out, looking like a good size section of large diameter garden hose. I was impressed.
“Nice cock,” I said. He was becoming hard and trying not to be embarrassed. There was no hiding what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get what he wanted but he was going to get some measure of relief.
I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I was watching him watch me as I was doing it. The horny bastard was going to have to earn the right to see my tits and to watch Annika and me make love.
“You’re going to have to do everything that I say,” I told him. He needed to convince me if I was going to take off my bra.
“I will,” he answered without hesitation. I could tell that he liked to watch. It sounded like he wasn’t going to be any trouble.
I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, shrugging it off and tossing it to him.
“Here’s your prize,” I said. He caught it by the strap. It dangled from his outstretched hand as his eyes drank in the vision of my naked tits, big and round in all their glory. I shook my boobs for him like a stripper. He was mine if I wanted him. For the time being he’d be my play thing.
“Now get on your knees and jerk off,” I told him. There were few thing more satisfying than watching a sub cum while looking at you. I’m sure Sir had the same feeling when he watched me play with myself for his amusement.
Trent hesitated for only for a split second before dropping to his knees. His cock was already throbbing and he couldn’t wait to bring himself off. The image of him looking up reverently at my tits while furiously jerking off is forever burned into my memory.
He used long strokes with his right hand, slow and hard. I could hear him snorting through his nose, watching me play with my gumdrop sized brown nipples. It was a rush for me to be teasing Trent so mercilessly while risking our careers. I didn’t even bother to close the shades to my office. I was a thrill seeker and this was a thrill. I could see it in Trent’s eyes too. A lesser man wouldn’t be able to stay hard in my office, knowing the consequences of discovery. The veins in Trent’s cock were throbbing.
“You like this don’t you?” I asked him. I pulled my nipple toward my mouth and stretched my tit so I could lick it. It was so slutty of me to do that. Trent approved.
“You know I do,” he said. There were to be no secrets kept by him. “I’ve always fantasized about seeing you naked,” he confessed.
There was a long, thin clear string of precum leaking out of the tip of his uncut penis that backed up what he said.
I wanted to hear how much he loved me. A woman always does.
“Is it as good as you imagined?” I asked him, witnessing the blur of his right hand as he fixed his eyes on my tits.
“Better,” he said. “You’re everything I’ve imagined a woman would be.”
“You close?” I asked him.
His body was motionless except for his hand. I sat on edge of the desk and opened my legs so he had a clear view. I was ready for Annika so I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was practically gushing between my legs. It was easy to finger myself. He eyes moved from my chest to my pussy. He was having his wet dream.
“So you’ll like it when I do this?” I asked rhetorically. His puppy dog eyes stoked the exhibitionist in me. I shoved two fingers deep inside my steaming hot snatch while watching him whack off. It was so wickedly dirty to do this in my office during the workday.
He was breathing hard and was so close. I knew it was hard to cum while someone was watching you so I fanned the flames for him.
“You like my pussy Trent? Do you want to see my slut Annika lick my wet cunt?”
“Yes… yes…” he panted.
“And lick my asshole? To see that dirty little slut stick her tongue up my ass?”
“huh… huh…… huh………huh”
His breathing was high pitched and irregular.
“Then fucking cum. Shoot your cum into your hand,” I barked at him as a direct order.
“Fucking shit, fucking shit!”
He stifled a shout that bubbled up in his throat, his hips jerked and he fired off several massive wads of gooey cum against the palm of his hand, splashing it on the floor after it dripped off his throbbing dick. Seeing him cum while watching me masturbate made my legs tense and my pussy tighten around my fingers.
I discovered that voyeurism was smoking hot.
“Oh eyüp escort God… oh God… oh God,” I gasped, feeling my breath getting sucked out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and saw flashes of light. I felt lightheaded as my fingers churned inside me, making a foamy butter that oozed out of my honeypot. Bliss. Sheer bliss that I savored for a moment.
When I could focus again I looked at Trent and to my surprise he was teary eyed.
“That was so good Cat.”
There was cum splattered in small puddles on the floor. The palm of his hand was covered with goo. He was panting like a winded dog, looking happy and stunned at what he had done. There was no doubt in my mind he had a submissive streak a mile wide. I poured gasoline on his raging submissive fire.
“Lick it up,” I told him. “Everyone cleans up their mess.”
Trent looked at his cum covered hand and then at me.
He needed a little push to perform his act of submission.
“Now… or no watching Annika and I eating each other’s pussies.”
That stark visual spurred him into action. He started with his palm, tentative licks at first and then lapping at his hand until it was clean. He proudly showed it to me.
“Good boy,” I said. “Now the floor.”
He was too far gone to refuse.
He got on his hands and knees, tucking his tie into his shirt so it wouldn’t get dirty. He put his face close to the floor and lapped up his cum like a kitten drinking a saucer of cream.
“You missed a spot over there,” I told him, pointing to a splotch of cum running down the side of my desk.
He crawled over on his knees and showed me his tongue before licking the side of the desk to retrieve the cum he splattered on it.
“You’re a much better boy than I expected,” I said to him. “I’m going to look forward to introducing you to Annika. Did you want to see a picture?”
“Yes… yes… please,” Trent said.
I held up my phone for him to see. It was a picture of Annika, nude of course, her blonde hair covering the front of her shoulders, smallish breasts with pink eraser sized nipples and a light blonde haired pussy.
“She’s beautiful,” Trent said with admiration.
“She’s my baby. I love her.”
“You’re lucky.”
“I know. But you’re lucky too.”
“Why?” my newbie subbie asked.
“Because you’ve earned the right to see Annika and I fuck in the back of a Bentley. Now be a good boy and take a seat and wait for Annika’s call, OK?”
* * *
I got a text from Norman that he had Annika in the back seat and would be at my office in fifteen minutes.
Annika is coming.
I was too excited to work so I fidgeted in my chair waiting for the phone call that Annika had arrived. I nervously fixed my make-up while dreaming of her pinkish hued nipples and blonde pussy. The mutual masturbation scene with Trent left a swampy mess between my legs. Instead of cleaning up I decided to let Annika enjoy the spoils.
I jumped when I heard Norman’s ringtone.
“It’s me. We’ll wait for you on level U-4.”
His voice crackled. Reception in the basement was lousy.
“We’ll be there,” I shouted.
The other end of the line went dead.
“C’mon,” I said to Trent, getting up from my desk and taking his hand to help him up. Let’s go see her.”
* * *
We took the elevator to the lobby and transferred to another set of elevators that serviced the ten level underground garage. The doors opened to U-4; the level reserved for the execs in our building. I’d never been on that level. There were free coffee machines and comfortable chairs in the waiting area. Sir’s Bentley was visible through the glass partition leading to the parking area. The black luxury sedan was parked across two spaces, dripping rain water onto the concrete. There were no other cars within sight.
The rear passenger door was wide open and Annika was sitting in the back seat, legs crossed, heels dangling from her feet, lounging on a plush white fur coat and wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
She raised her head when she spied Trent.
“Who’s the delicious tidbit you brought with you?” Annika asked, eyeing Trent’s fit physique and boyish good looks (and not at all self-conscious she was nude).
“He’s for looking, not touching, just like you are to him. He’s here to watch. He just had a bad break-up so I thought we’d entertain him,” I told her.
Annika pulled her coat on and got out of the car. The coat flapped open when she hugged me.
“I missed you,” she said. She snuggled close to me. It felt good to have her skin touching mine.
“I thought about you all day,” I said. “How did ‘us’ happen so fast?”
“Sometimes you meet the right person,” Annika said. “And you get me.”
“You have a sick mind like mine,” I said.
“Precisely. So what do you want to do with this Trent fellow?” she asked, pointing to my companion and acting as if he wasn’t there.
“Let’s show him some high quality lesbian sex,” I said.
Annika smiled. “The usual you mean.”
“Precisely,” I said, using her term.
Annika grabbed the lapel of Trent’s jacket and jerked on it, giving him a gentle shove towards the front passenger door of the car.
“You get in the front, in the spectator’s seat. Lucky you gets to watch,” she said. She gave him a coquettish smile. “You’re cute,” she said, laughing.
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