11 comments/ 43379 views/ 18 favorites A Hot Lawyer - Calling the Shots By: EnCarta "Does she like you to go down on her?" "Not really. She says that it's too... too dirty." "Then I suppose she doesn't...." "No. Clare thinks that's dirty too..." Ben was so apprehensive that Victoria was going to notice his throbbing boner jutting against her gently swaying backside that he hardly knew what he was saying. "Oh Goddd!..." he groaned distractedly. The young man's boss smiled to herself at his nervousness. She turned to face him while casually pulling her tight skirt up to her waist. A knowing grin creased her lips as she nimbly stepped out of her panties. She reached out and laid the miniscule satin triangle on Ben's shoulder "I want you to go down on me dear..." she said as coolly as if she were saying she preferred wheat toast to white. "I don't.... understand..." Ben stammered, totally unable able to tear his eyes away from Victoria's stocking tops and the now exposed hairy triangle between them. "I don't think I can say it any more clearly. I want you to eat me Ben!"...she murmured, stepping a little nearer so that she could reach out and play with the knot of the young man's tie. "But Ms. Jackson...my wife..." Dan whimpered, his eyes now flashing up pleadingly to Victoria's. "Clare's not here now is she Ben? She'll never know. Besides... you know you want to!..." As she said this Victoria reached into Ben's crotch with her right hand. She pressed her palm against his bulging tool through his pants. 'Unhhh!..." Ben groaned in response. Of course he wanted to do it. There was nothing in the world he wanted to do more at that moment than to press his face into the juncture of this seductive woman's loins and lick her out her until her eyes crossed. But he was terrified that his wife would ultimately find out that he had betrayed her. "We can't Ms. Jackson...Ahhhh..." he croaked as the sultry beauty standing in front of him gave his hard-on an incendiary squeeze. "It wouldn't be...Ahhh... right!..." Victoria stared at her squirming young aide for a moment with a calculating gaze. "I can make you do it you know?..." Ben was so aroused he wasn't sure if he was hearing her right. He had never been in a situation like this before. But he knew he shouldn't do it. He was scared of his wife finding out and he was scared of this predatory older woman who was so shamelessly tempting him. "Ms. Jackson. I know I'm the new guy around here and that you have a lot influence with the partners..." Victoria carried on as if Ben weren't even speaking. "It's probably better if I do make you do it, at least the first time. It's that what you want? You want me to make you go down on me? I suppose that would help to relieve your guilty conscience wouldn't it? Well then... I can do that!..." "What?...No!...Don't!...Please. There really isn't anything that you can say..." "Oh I'm not going to say anything..." Victoria drawled as she slipped her caressing hand deeper between Dan's legs and closed her fingers on his vulnerable testicles. "I'm done talking... for now..." she purred. Still smiling, she closed her fist on those sensitive nuggets, squashing them together painfully "Wahhh!...Heyyy!...Don'tt!..." Ben yelped, reflexively reaching down with his own hands to try and free himself from Victoria's unexpected assault. "Ahh Ahh!...Don't!..." she warned, increasing the pressure of her punishing grip. A blinding surge of nausea swept up from Ben's groin so swiftly that he though he might faint. He quickly dropped his hands to his sides. "That's better. Now down you go..." Victoria instructed, easing the pressure of her fiercely gripping hand just enough to allow Ben to focus on her instructions. She pulled down on his nuts and on his tie. She had to bend forward to keep her stern grip on him as Ben's shaky legs buckled and he folded to his knees in front of her. "All the way..." she encouraged, pulling on his aching testicles until he was sitting on his heels. Letting go of his tie she reached down for one of Ben's hands. The young man resisted her. Victoria tightened her crushing fist once more on his nuts. "Nahhh!...Please!..." he whimpered in realdistress. "Don't fight me lover. You lost this one when you let me get you by the balls. Now give me your hand." The squirming young man had no choice but to let her take his hand. Victoria laced her fingers through his, bending his wrist back at an extreme angle. In a moment more Ben found himself with his hand bent over backwards by his ear and his elbow pointing up at the ceiling. It felt like the raven haired beauty standing over him was going to dislocate his shoulder. The good news was that she released his balls and moved that hand up and tangled it in his hair. She held his face turned up towards her as she took a couple of mincing little steps forward and spread her legs apart. Positioning her luxuriant bush just a hair's breadth from his face, she tipped her pelvis up so that her slit was within easy reach. Looking down on him with a hungry smile, Victoria repeated her earlier request, only now it was a demand..."Eat me!..." Ben looked up for a moment longer into this stunning woman's eyes. Then he turned his gaze back to the inviting feast in front of him. He guessed he didn't really have any choice. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and leaned forward like a hungry man at a pie eating contest. Four weeks to the day before that Ben Clark was entering the prestigious law offices of Levi, McCormack & Henderson - Los Angeles for the first time. He had finished his law degree with honors (not high honors) a year earlier at a small and undistinguished college in the mid-west. He knew that succeeding at LeeMac was the best chance he had at building a successful practice of his own and he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen. He had married his long time girl friend and he owed it not only to himself but to her not to blow this opportunity. He was prepared to do whatever it took, he thought. LeeMac had separate floors for criminal, civil, corporate and family law. Ben had hoped to make his way up in the corporate office or, as a second choice, the civil. But the gods were not smiling on him that first day and he found himself being directed to the offices of the family practice. He had letter of introduction from HR that he was supposed to present to Victoria Jackson, the senior partner of the family law group. He would later find out that Ms. Jackson was truly a luminary in the rarified upper strata of divorce attorneys. She represented only aggrieved women and was the 'go-to' girl for the 'cheated on' wives of corporate magnates and Hollywood producers. She was often seen on the six o'clock news, leading one sun glassed beauty or another from the court house. The client had just received an undisclosed but enormous settlement from her rock star husband. That was all that Ben knew about her and was looking forward to meeting her. But in fact on that first day, Ms. Jackson had time for only the briefest of meetings with him. She had a long day of depositions in front of her she said. Even so, Ben was impressed. Vickie Jackson was only in her late thirties and had rose to the pinnacle of her profession in an amazingly short time. Ben had heard that she was known to be totally relentless when it came to unearthing the sins of her clients' husbands and then using that information to lever vast settlements from them or judgments against them. It was even rumoured that she may have (not personally of course, but somehow) arranged for certain introductions to be made that later turned out to be quite incriminating for the husbands of some of her clients who had otherwise led a totally blameless existence. Knowing only of that reputation Ben was a little surprised to find that Ms. Jackson did not appear to be the ruthless haridan he had imagined. She was, it was true, a very striking woman. She was probably about 5 foot 8, almost Ben's height in her high heels. Her flowing mane of dark hair framed her face as it cascaded to her shoulders. She had a very trim figure, perhaps a little chesty but it was hard to tell beneath the tailored jacket she was wearing. His new boss had very little free time that morning, but she shook Ben's hand and definitely took her time looking him over. She told him she hoped he didn't mind 'starting at the bottom'. Ben promised that he would work very hard. Mrs. Jackson smiled a slow smile and then passed him on to her executive assistant to get him oriented. Her assistant was Roxanne Hilton who Ben soon found out that everyone, even though she didn't like it, referred to her behind her back as 'Paris' because of her resemblance to the lanky, doe eyed blonde actress. Roxanne was a little less forthcoming when Ms. Jackson called her in and asked her to take charge of Ben. His first thought was that Miss Hilton looked a little young (probably about his own age) and a little sort of 'lightweight' to have such a responsible position. He was soon warned to be wary of this young woman. She was extremely territorial about her position and her boss. Many a careless intern had found himself called on the carpet by Ms. Jackson as 'certain shortcomings in their work' had been brought to her attention by 'someone more responsible' in the organization. Roxanne got him set up with a desk and his own laptop in the corner of the outer office. She showed him the research library with its endless rows of legal tomes. Then she gave him three thick files of current cases that were awaiting trial dates. She told him simply to find all the relevant precedents he could in the case histories and to work up some notes on the significance of those precedents and how they effected the outcome of those cases. Then, with a sort of withering smile, she left him to it. Ben was a little daunted at first but decided that if he was going to make a good impression this was the time to start. He read through Ms. Jackson's cases, got a little help from some of the other interns in figuring out the referencing system of the library, and started making notes. He worked long hours in the evening and each morning left a summary of what he felt were his most interesting findings on Roxanne's desk. By late morning he'd usually get his work back, a lot of it crossed out as not pertinent, but one or two items marked 'Is there more info on this?'. Ben was never sure if it was Ms. Jackson or Roxanne who was reviewing his work. After about ten days of this Roxanne approached him one morning and said... "Ms. Jackson wants you to focus on the Carlson case. The trial date has been fast tracked to two weeks from now." This was the first indication that Ben had that he was doing anything useful. He went back to work even harder. He started seeing Mrs. Jackson briefly when she came out to talk to him about some of the data he had unearthed. Then, the morning before the trial, Roxanne told him to come in early the next day. Ms. Jackson wanted him and all his files in court with her. Ben was elated. Sitting in the second row with Roxanne and another paralegal from the office, watching Ms. Jackson do her magic in the courtroom was spellbinding. His boss was wearing a form fitting jacket that emphasized her curvaceous figure. The white top she was wearing beneath her linen jacket revealed a very distracting amount of cleavage. Her white skirt was knee length and very snug. Ben noticed that she wasn't in the least bit reluctant to use her feminine charms to her advantage. When she was examining the evasive husband before the judge, she several times leaned towards him at crucial moments in his testimony, exposing more of the succulent valley between her breasts to him. This invariably caused him to stammer and stumble through his protestations at the most inappropriate moments. When she was finishing up with him, she paced back and forth in front of him, her shoulders back, her conical breasts thrust up and out ahead of her. Those high setting globes jiggled and swayed most provocatively as she strutted back and forth on her heels like a runway model. Mr. Carlson was so obviously ogling her alluring display that Ben figured he never even felt the knife slipping in as she eviscerated him and his testimony. At one point Victoria came back to her table, leaned over and asked Ben to give her some documents she wanted. Ben couldn't help himself from gazing longingly at those golden orbs so brazenly on display. When he caught himself and looked up quickly, Ms. Jackson gave him a wink and a smile before she turned to once more confront poor Mr. Carlson. She finally allowed him to step down after making him look like a drooling idiot in front of the not amused female judge. Ultimately that judge asked the lawyers back to her chambers for a little talk. Twenty minutes later Victoria was back at her client's side smiling broadly. It was all over. After hearing the judge's remarks, the husband's lawyer had taken Vickie aside and proposed a handsome settlement, fearful that the judge might dictate an even more egregious judgement. Ms. Jackson had accepted on her client's behalf and chalked up one more victim for her trophy wall. But the day was not finished. They all had to go back to the office and complete a lot of paperwork. The overjoyed client invited Victoria and her staff out for a celebratory drink. Ms. Jackson said she and Ben had some work to do for the following day but offered Roxanne as Mrs. Carlson's sacrificial drinking partner. Roxanne didn't seem pleased by this turn of events but there was nothing she could do about it. Off she and the laughing client went but not before Roxanne gave Ben a threatening, slit eyed look. Ms. Jackson led Ben into her office, taking off her jacket on her way in and hanging it on a stand by the door. "Why don't you take off your jacket too and relax a little Ben. I haven't had much time to talk to you since you arrived. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself...Scotch?...I'm having one. A stiff one..." Vickie offered, going over to the sideboard near her desk and opening a bottle. Ben wasn't much of a drinker but he didn't want to seem ungracious. He was taking off his own jacket and hanging it up as he replied... "Sure..." Then he turned to face Ms. Jackson as she turned to him carrying two drinks. He was just opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Underneath her formal suit jacket it turned out Victoria was wearing the slinkiest little white sheath dress he had ever seen. Her voluptuous body was barely contained by the soft fabric which clung to her hour glass curves like a second skin. Her arms and shoulders were bare and she moved towards him with a feline grace, offering him his drink with a smile. Alarm bells were going off in Ben's head. He suddenly had the distinct impression that his attractive boss might be interested in examining his briefs and he wasn't thinking of the ones that came out of a filing cabinet. "Ahhh...You were amazing in the courtroom today..." he finally managed to stammer. "Why thank you Ben...I really appreciate all the work you did in preparation. Cheers..." she toasted, taking a long slow sip of her drink. Ben did the same. "Now. Something about you. You're married I understand. To who? How did you meet?.." Vickie asked, moving nearer so that her heady perfume surrounded her young assistant. "Ahhh... My wife Clare and I, we met when we were kids. I guess you could say I married my childhood sweetheart. We've been married for three years now. No kids. Probably in a couple of years. Clare teaches grade 3 in a Catholic school in our neighborhood. We thought we'd wait 'til my career was more settle'. That's about it. Nothing too startling there I guess." "Is she pretty? I'm sure she is. When's her birthday?" The birthday question made Ben stop for a second. August 3rd or 8th, he wasn't totally sure. "Early next month...Her birthday....It's coming up. Is she pretty?..." Ben paused there too. Clare was good looking in a 'girl next door' sort of way. Not 'make you look twice' sexy like Ms. Jackson or Roxanne but he thought it was fair to answer..."Yeah. I guess you'd say she's attractive and smart, very smart. I'm lucky that way." "It's sounds like you are. Quite the couple. Ummm... I wonder if you'd do something for me Ben?..." Vickie asked, putting down her drink on a nearby table. "Ahhh...I can try..." Vickie turned so that her back was too Ben. She reached back and pulled her hair to one side. "I've got a knot at the base of my neck. It's really tight. Could you get your thumbs in there and see if you can loosen it up?" "Sure... No problem..." Ben said, putting his drink down too. Then he put his hands on Vickie's shoulders and started fumbling around with his thumbs, trying to find the tight spot in the top of her back. "Ummm... Lower...Unn Hnn...A little to the left...Yeah...That's good...You can work it a little harder Ben. I'll let you know if you're too rough...Ummm!...Oh yesss!...Right there!... Uhh Hnn!..." Vickie purred. As Ben massaged her resilient flesh, Vickie let her head hang forward a little. When she did that Ben became immediately aware of her gum drop shaped ass pressing into his crotch. 'Oh God!..." he moaned to himself. He could distinctly feel her silky butt nestling into his groin. His cock immediately began to stiffen up. Well of course it did. Her perfume, the intimate feel of his hands on her, the warmth of her body pressing against him. He couldn't help it. The last thing he wanted was for Ms. Jackson to discover how much she was arousing him. Ben discreetly tipped his pelvis back so that he wasn't poking his boss in the ass with his eager boner. But Vickie knew what she was doing. She knew exactly how to push her young assistant's buttons. She had smiled to herself when she felt him getting hard against her. And she was just getting started. This was going to be fun. She brought her hands up and laced her fingers behind her head "See if you can do something under my shoulder blades will you dear..." Ben did as she asked. But in order to get his thumbs in the middle of her back he had to move his hands to her sides. Without meaning to, his fingers were now gently resting on the outer swells of her breasts. At the feel of those resilient globes rising and falling under his hands, Ben's cock became rigidly erect. Then Vickie asked casually..."So what kind of sex do you and Clare enjoy?" Ben was so startled by the question that he barely noticed that Mrs. Jackson had shimmied back, purposefully nestling her sinuous ass into his groin. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure I..." "Oh come on Ben. Don't play so innocent! A handsome young guy like you. A good career ahead of you. A pretty young wife. I would imaging you guys are doing it like rabbits. So where do you like to do it? In the pool? In the kitchen? Do you do her bent over the couch in the den? Does she blow you on the drive to grandma's house? I'm curious. Tell me." Ben's head was swimming in confusion. Here was his gorgeous boss, carelessly driving him crazy with excitement, casually asking about his sex life at home. And the strange thing was Ben couldn't think of any reason not to tell her. And, for whatever reason, he didn't want to lie. "Ahh Well...Clare only likes to do it in bed, in our bed, with me on top. Not too exciting I guess." "Is she on the pill?" "Unn...no. She says it makes her too irregular. She makes me wear a condom, at least until we decide we want to have kids." Vickie couldn't help but smile at these revelations. Oh this was just too perfect! "Does she like you to go down on her?" By now Ben was sure that Victoria couldn't help but notice his throbbing boner jutting against her gently swaying backside. Surely she was going to say something! A Hot Lawyer - Calling the Shots "Oh Goddd!..." he groaned distractedly. And that was how young Ben found himself on his knees, his arm twisted back painfully, staring up into his boss's eyes as she settled her juicy slit on his face. "You remember I told you you'd be starting at the bottom Ben?..." she asked with a lewd chuckle. "Now show me what a good job you can do!..." In truth Ben was mesmerized by the nearness of Vickie's juicy center. He leaned way down, pushed his tongue between her swollen labia then slowly pulled it up and through the entire length of her slit. "Ummmm!...That feels like more!..." the raven haired beauty enthused. "Umm Hmmm!..." Ben agreed, nodding down to ply her greasy trench once more with his tongue. It was soo delicious! "Ummmm...Ummm....Ummm..." he groaned, working his way up and down Vickie's molten channel with unrestrained enthusiasm. "Oh yess!...You eat pussy very well young man!... Clare doesn't know what she's missing!..." As she spoke Vickie was thrusting her rounded mons more and more firmly into Ben's slavering mouth. She stepped over his shoulder and kept advancing on him, forcing him to twist his knees out from under him. In a moment more he was on his back. Vickie had his arms pinned to the carpet with her knees as she sat astride his face. In truth Ben wouldn't have tried to escape even if she wasn't kneeling on his arms. He was excited beyond belief by Mrs. Jackson's incredibly lewd sexual advances. He was rock hard and wanted nothing more at that moment than to drive his twisting tongue as far up her seething pussy as it would go. Equally arousing was the incredible view he had of Victoria's pendulous tits looming over him. Those awesome globes rose and fell above him in time with her breathing. It was only when she leaned way forward that he was able to see her sparkling eyes looking down into his. Vickie reached down and placed the palm of one hand on Ben's forehead to steady him. Then she tipped her pelvis back a little, positioning her bush on his upper lip. "This is where that higher education of yours pays off. I want you to do the alphabet with your tongue on my clit...nice and slow!..." Ben was thrilled to obey. He extended his tongue and started swiping letters through the apex of Victoria's loins. "Oh yess..." the wanton woman moaned. As he worked his way from A to F, Vickie stiffened up above him, slowly arching her back until she had to reach behind her to steady herself. Ben grunted a muffled groan of excitement when she planted her open hand on his erection. She started to knead his throbbing length through his pants as she murmured... "Somebody's pretty excited!..." Then..."Oh Goddd!..." she hissed as Ben continued his spelling exercise with renewed enthusiasm. By the time he got to 'P' Vickie's thighs were trembling around his ears. She shifted her loins until her drooling trench was sitting squarely on his mouth. "Waittt!...Ahhh!...Get your tongue in me!...Now!... Please Ben!...Do it!..." The young man beneath her was more than eager to comply. He augured his tongue as far up her gooey trench as he could, grinding the bridge of his nose into her clit. "Oh Christ yesss!..." Vickie gasped as a soft tremor raced through her loins. She yanked Ben's face up hard into her crotch and slammed her thighs on his ears. The inexperienced young man was thrilled to feel her meaty vagina contract gently on his tongue. That first spasm was followed quickly by another, a bigger one. And then another after that and another after that, each one bigger than the last. Soon Victoria's silky interior was clenching and pulsing so tightly on Ben's tongue that he couldn't have removed it from her pussy if he wanted to. "Shit!...Shitt!...Shittt!..." moaned the attorney, in a not very ladylike fashion as her orgasm hammered through her loins. She jackknifed forward at the waist, bearing down with her full weight on Ben's face. Her whole body was shuddering spastically. "Umm!...Ummm!...Ummm!..." Ben moaned gutturally. Vickie's pussy was discharging a steady seep of oily fluid into his mouth that he found intoxicating. He thought she tasted like green apples and eagerly swept up every drop she gave him with his darting tongue. "Oh Goddd!...No!...No More!...Stoppp!...That's enough!..." she moaned. But despite her protestations the trembling older woman remained mounted on Ben's face for several more long moments. Then, with a seemingly major effort of will, she lifted her ass up, disengaging her cunt from his avid mouth. Smiling down on him she reached for Ben's wrists and pinned them to the floor with her hands. Ben's lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed and shiny with girl goo. He was gasping for breath and blinking like he had just crawled out of a cave and into the light. "For someone who claims to be a beginner you sure know how to use that tongue of yours. I enjoyed that!..." Vickie purred, slowly edging backwards down the prone young man's torso. She made a point of dragging her drooling loins down his chest, marking him with her juices. Finally she settled herself on top of his groin, her greasy slit perched squarely on top of his pants covered erection. "Are you going to do me now baby?..." she asked, writhing suggestively on top of the totally enthralled young man. Ben could clearly feel the heat of Ms. Jackson's sodden pussy pressing against his cock. It was right there against him and he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He couldn't help himself from straining upwards into those inviting loins even as he muttered... "We can't Ms. Jackson....Ahhh!... I made a promise I'd never make love to another ...Ahhh! ...to be faithful to my...Ohhh!...wife!...." Ben groaned. He made an effort to free his hands. But it wasn't much of an effort. He was too much preoccupied with the raging excitement seething in his groin. Victoria was easily able to restrain him She responded to his feeble protests by stretching out on top of him, pressing the full length of her curvaceous body against his. "We could wrestle then. I like to wrestle. Think you can take me?..." Vickie asked with a lascivious smile. Ben's cock got even harder if that were possible as his voluptuous boss shamelessly dry fucked him right there on the floor of her office. Then she either let Ben roll her over or she pulled him on top of her. Either way she wound up beneath him with her legs wrapped around Ben's waist and her arms around him holding his hands together behind his back "You can keep your promise baby. I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me! You know you want to. You can have me any way you want. Up against the wall, on my desk, on all fours...whatever you want. Just a couple of buttons and you can slip it in... Ummm!... I'm so wet for you baby!...Can't you just feel it... Feel your hard cock slipping up inside me like a hot knife through butter! Give it to me like that baby! Fuck my dirty little pussy!...." Ben's mind was going into overload with all the nasty images Victoria was planting in his mind. Clare had never talked sexy like this in all their years of marriage. He didn't think he could resist his boss's lewd proposal very much longer. If he didn't get away from her she was going to make him come in his pants "Noo!...Please!...I!...I!..." he whimpered, literally squirming with anxiety on top of Ms. Jackson's twisting groin. Vicky smiled up at him triumphantly. She could feel how hard he was and she knew that any second now he was going to break down and give it to her. She ground her pussy even more aggressively into his crotch to make him surrender. And that was when Ben's worst fear was realized. Suddenly he stiffened up above her, arched his back and jammed his crotch into the saddle of his loins. His balls gave a frantic heave as his cock erupted and a searing fountain of come began to spray inside his pants. "Whaaaa?!...No!...Nooo!..." he cried in frustration. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that he was actually coming in his pants like some over-sexed teenager. That he was doing it on top of this woman, who he had wanted so desperately to impress, was enough to make him want to crawl under a rock and hide. It took Ms. Jackson a moment to figure out what was happening. But then she could clearly feel Ben's cock twitching and jumping against her and a bloom of warmth spreading against her loins. Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she purred..."Are you being naughty young man?... Are you coming in your pants?...You are, aren't you?...I can feel it!...Oh yes you are!...Coming and coming!...My my!...I didn't know you had such a hair trigger..." And as she said this she continued to thrust her rounded mons against Ben's spewing cock, coaxing even more come from his cringing testicles despite his frantic efforts to stop himself and end this devastating embarrassment. "Unnn!....Please...Ms. Jackson...I am so...Unn!...so sorry!...I didn't mean to...Ahhh!...I mean I didn't think I was going to...It's not...Nahhh!...Oh Goddd!..." Ben stammered miserably. Victoria kept wriggling against the red-faced young man above her. She was quite enjoying the feeling of power it gave her to know that she could make him loose control of himself like this no matter how hard he tried not to. "Ummm!...You come so much baby!...I'll take it as a compliment!...Only next time, if you know what's good for you, you'll be shooting your load inside me!..." Vickie purred, giving an especially strong heave upwards with her hips. At the same time she let go of Ben's wrists and the young man rolled off her in an untidy heap. He lay on his back with his chest heaving like he'd just finished a marathon. There was a huge wet stain darkening the whole front of his expensive grey suit pants. Victoria gracefully rose to her feet, smoothing her skirt and then her hair. She picked up her drink and smiled down on her young assistant. She took a long slow sip of her drink. Then she deliberately poured the remainder of her scotch down into his lap. "Ooops!..." she purred..."Clumsy me!..." "Wha..!?...What are you doing??..." Ben gasped incredulously, scrambling to his feet and wiping furiously at his mid-section. Ms. Jackson remained completely at ease. "No need to thank me. Looks like you ran into some inebriated clown at the bar who spilled his drink in your lap. That will explain the mess and the reason why you're going to want to hit the shower as soon as you get home. Wouldn't want to upset the little woman now would we Ben?" And with that Victoria stepped up to him, slipped her arm around his neck and pulled him to her for a feverish, deep, tongue kiss. When she was done she said softly... "Next time let me know before you're going to come. I know the perfect place to hide the evidence. Now off you go. And give my love to Clare." Ben's head was still spinning but he was pretty sure he'd been dismissed. He got his jacket from the rack and sheepishly made his way out of Ms. Jackson's office. He made it to the car without running into anyone for which he was truly thankful. The drive home was exceedingly uncomfortable as the come in his pants grew cold and his underwear got crusty. Again he was lucky when he got home. Clare was in the den curled up in front of one of those Victorian potboilers on PBS that she loved so much. She offered only a distant..."Sure hon!..." when Ben called out that he had to take a shower because of a 'run in' he had at the bar. She looked pretty surprised when twenty minutes later Ben was back and practically dragged her upstairs to the bedroom. At first she was surprised by his eagerness but an hour and a half later, when Ben was filling up a third condom with jizz inside her, she was complaining that she was sore and that he was hurting her. Ben was all set to go for round four but, when she finally snapped at him to get off her, he realized he may have gotten a little carried away. The next morning he apologized profusely over breakfast. He didn't know what got into him. He had been so distracted at work lately. It wouldn't happen again. Clare grudgingly accepted his apology and sent him off to work with a cold kiss on the cheek. When he got to work Ben didn't know what to expect. He half expected Ms. Jackson to jump him when he got to his desk, wanting to take up from where they'd left off the night before. But of course nothing like that happened. It was business as usual at LeeMac and aside from the occasional smiling glance that his statuesque boss cast his way Ben remained totally unmolested at his little cubby hole. It was a couple of weeks later before there was even a suggestion that Ben might still be expected to provide certain extracurricular services to his boss and her staff. It was three nights before another court date and Ms. Jackson, Roxanne and Ben were all working late in her office. There was a small conference table that Ben and Roxanne worked at while Victoria poured over files, barking for more when she wanted them. Eventually she stopped, took off her reading glasses and started stretching in her chair. Her eyes turned to her faithful assistants. "Rox. Would you come over here please?" Roxanne dutifully went over to her boss's desk. She was wearing a white satin blouse, a pair of skin tight, black leather pants and stiletto heels. She was looking particularly attractive that evening. Ben couldn't help but stare at her shapely ass, the two hemispheres jiggling seductively as she walked over to Ms. Jackson's desk. "I've got a real knot in the back of my neck. Do you think you could rub it for me dear?" Ben's heart rate quickened. He had heard that line before. But Roxanne didn't hesitate as she stepped behind Victoria's high backed chair. Ms. Jackson was wearing a lacy net blouse that buttoned up the back. Roxanne deftly undid two or three of the buttons, reached in and started working on her boss's neck. She kept her eyes on what she was doing but Ben noticed that Victoria was watching him with just the hint of a smile curling her lips. A couple of mornings each week Roxanne delivered coffee and lattes to the staff compliments of the boss. On this morning Vickie had instructed Miss Hilton to lace Ben's coffee with a healthy dose of Viagra. She was hoping to have a little fun with him later on and she wanted to be sure that he would be in the mood. Vickie continued to watch Ben curiously as she enjoyed Roxie's skilled massage. Eventually she said... "That feels good Rox but I don't think you're really getting deep enough. Why don't you try the 'massager'." When she said that Roxanne's eyes lifted to Ben's and he could see that same hint of a smile on her mouth. Roxanne stepped around her boss, opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out what could only be the 'massager'. Ben's mouth went a little dry at that point. The 'massager' looked like a long white microphone with an oversize round head on it. The head had a shiny steel band around it. Roxanne casually held it up by her shoulder for Ben to see. When she flipped a switch on the base of the thing it started humming quietly. Ben had only ever seen this kind of thing in porn videos. Roxanne went back around behind her boss and started using it on her upper back and the base of her neck. And while she was doing that, both of the women were watching Ben intently. Ben tried to keep his eyes on his work. But he could feel himself beginning to get aroused. Victoria started to make little groaning noises of approval. The next time Ben looked up she was leaning well forward. But just at that moment she leaned back in her chair. Roxanne turned off the vibrating instrument. With her eyes locked on Ben's Victoria said... "That feels so good dear. But I have another spot that aches. It's right between my thighs and you do such a good job with that little toy of yours. Would you mind?..." Roxanne's eyes too were fixed on Ben's. She pursed her lips for a moment like she was thinking about Vickie's request. And then, to Ben's amazement, she stepped around in front of her boss and sank to her knees in front of her. After getting comfortable on her knees the humming noise started up again and Ben could just see her reaching out into Ms. Jackson's lap. "Ohhhh!...Umm Hmm!....Yesss!...That's the spot!...Right there!...Rub me there!..." Vickie crooned, slowly slumping lower in her chair. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. He hadn't had any idea that there might be some kind of sexual connection between his boss and her lovely assistant. But a picture told a thousand words. He could feel the pre-come starting to seep from his cock and try as he might to will himself soft, he couldn't seem to get himself under control. Then Ben was stunned to see Roxanne lift the 'massager' up to her shoulder, while her head dropped into Vickie's groin. "Ohhh you naughty girl!..." the older woman groaned. "Ummm!...Who showed you how to do that?..." As she said that Ms. Jackson's raised her high heeled feet high in the air. Then slowly she dropped them on opposite corners of her desk, on either side of Roxanne's shoulders. The kneeling blonde stayed bent over at her labours for a few more minutes and then she came up for air. When she did that she thrust the 'massager' back into the center of Ms. Jackson's loins. Roxie turned up the current on the 'massager' and the humming sound intensified significantly. "Oh Goddd!...You little bitch!...That's it!...Ohh Yeahh!...Right there!...Umm Hmm!... What's poor Benjamin going to...Ummm!... think?..." Victoria gasped. Her excited murmuring turned to a frantic moan as Roxanne snatched the 'massager' up and shoved her face back down into her boss's drooling loins. It was all Ben could do not to reach down and stroke himself through his pants as this incredibly erotic sex scene played out in front of him. Then Ms. Jackson's hands closed in a death grip on the arms of her chair. Squealing like a little girl she lifted her loins in the air as her orgasm seized her. Roxanne took advantage of Vickie's tautly raised body by jamming the 'massager' against her thinly covered anus. At the same time she intensified her oral assault on her boss's now convulsing pussy. "Shit!...Oh Goddd!...Yesss!...Yesss!...." Ms. Jackson cried, reaching out and tangling her fingers in Roxanne's blonde hair. She stayed like that, her body shuddering and spasming against Roxie's provocative tongue for long moments "Don't!...Ahhh!...Enough!...Goddd!..Stop ittt!..." she whimpered even as she clutched Roxie's face tight against her. But finally she had to press the younger woman away from her now excruciating loins. Victoria slumped back down in her seat, gasping for breath. Roxie stayed crouched between her spread legs waiting for her boss's next instructions. Finally Victoria said... "That was very nice dear. You can get up now. Ben would you stand up for a minute please." Ben hastily tried to adjust his pants under the table so his raging hard-on wouldn't be so noticeable. But that turned out to be impossible. He was just too big. Hesitantly he stood up as he had been asked. He bent over a little at the waist, trying to conceal his condition. "Miss Hilton, it looks like our young assistant has a little problem wouldn't you say?" Both women were staring at Ben's tented crotch with amusement. "I'd say he definitely has a problem. But it's not so little..." Roxanne replied. "Ben. Would you like Miss Hilton to help you with your ...problem?" "Uhh...No Mrs. Jackson. I'm fine..." Ben replied in a tiny voice. But even as he spoke Roxanne had started to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Are you sure?..." Vickie asked with a smirk. A Hot Lawyer - Calling the Shots "Ahh...Yeah!...Pretty sure!..." Ben stammered, staring as more and more of Roxanne's chest appeared under her shirt. "Well if you're really sure. Roxie... I guess Ben doesn't want to play." Roxanne stopped opening her shirt and stared at Ben with fiery eyes. Pulling her shoulders back and putting her hands on her hips she said... "I could make him change his mind!" "Now Roxie dear. Ben is very much in love with his wife. Isn't that right Ben?" "Well...yeah. I am." "Roxie. Have you seen her picture? It's on Ben's desk. Ben would you mind getting it so I can show Miss Hilton." Ben couldn't imagine where this was going but he went and got the picture. He was sure Roxanne must have seen it dozens of times. Nevertheless he brought it back over to Ms. Jackson who was reaching out for it. It was a picture of Clare in her wedding gown, looking back over her shoulder at the photographer with a radiant smile. "Very pretty..." Vickie said handing it to Roxie. Roxanne took it and with barely a glance she said..."I've got better tits..." as she put it down on the front of Victoria's desk. Now that he was standing between the two smiling women, Ben was very much aware that his erection was still bulging through the front of his pants. "Your wearing a wedding ring aren't you Ben? May I see it?..." his boss asked with a smile. Ben held out his hand. Vickie took his hand in hers and looked at the ring, but only briefly. Then she turned his hand over and bent his wrist back sharply. "Whattt?...Don'tt..." he gasped, reaching out with his free hand to steady himself against Vickie's desk. He instantly remembered that this was the same hand hold she had used on him a couple of weeks earlier when she had sexually accosted him in her office. Victoria completely ignored his anxious appeal. "Ben. Do you know what today is? It's your wife's birthday..." 'Oh God!...' the young man groaned to himself. He had completely forgot. "Now we don't want to send you home to Clare all tense and worked up. Rox...he does seem kind of agitated don't you think. Why don't you just check to make sure." Without a moment's hesitation Roxanne stepped up close to Ben. She undid his fly and zipper, and slipped both her hands into his pants. With one hand she grasped his rigid shaft and with the other she squeezed his drum taut testicles. "Nahhhhh!..." Ben groaned at the feel of the blonde's provocative touch. He shifted his weight from foot to foot but the way that Victoria had his hand twisted behind him, he was completely defenceless against Roxie's lewd groping. "He's definitely in a state Ms. Jackson. He's as hard as a rail..." Roxanne purred, staring right into Ben's eyes as her hands roamed feely in his pants. She moved her lips close to his ear. "Does that girl/girl stuff turn you on Ben? Something's got you all hot and bothered. It doesn't seem right to send you home like this. Especially on your wife's birthday. What would she think you'd been up to at the office if she saw you like this?" "She's right Ben..." Vickie piped in. "You need to let Miss Hilton take care of that for you. Don't think of it as a sexual thing. Think of it more like a massage. A way to release all that pent up stress. Roxie's very, very good. " Roxanne took her hands out of Ben's pants. Then she grasped the waist of his pants and his shorts and pushed them down to his hips. His steely erection jutted up from his loins in eager anticipation. Ben couldn't help it. He wasn't made of stone. He really didn't want to cheat on his wife. But then it wasn't like Roxanne was trying to make him have sex with her. Maybe it wasn't really cheating. He didn't know what he should do. "Ms. Jackson... Ahhh...It's Clare's birthday...I should go..." he said half heartedly. But Victoria knew that this young man wasn't going anywhere. She kept his wrist twisted up threateningly behind him, holding him right where he was. "Not just yet...Roxie!..." Roxanne opened the drawer of Ms. Jackson's desk that she had earlier taken the vibrator from. This time she took out a little black leather glove that she pulled onto her right hand. It was skin tight. Ben couldn't help but look at her long fingers as she wiggled them inside the taut cover. She pulled out a jar of Vaseline, plunged two fingers of her left hand into it, then swiped those fingers back and forth through her gloved palm. The greasy lube gleamed brightly against the black leather. Roxanne's eyes were sparkling with a wicked gleam into Ben's all the time she was getting ready. She held her glistening hand with the fingers spread wide in front of Ben's face as she moved over to his left side and perched on the edge of Ms. Jackson's desk. Victoria twisted his hand in such a way that he was forced to turn more towards the smiling blonde. "Nahhh!...Please!..." Ben whimpered as a sharp twinge of pain jolted up into his shoulder Roxanne reached down then and closed her hand around the end of his cock, squeezing him firmly. "Unnnn!..." he gasped, but this time with excitement at the feel of Roxie's leather clad hand wrapping around his flesh. The tall blonde snickered at this and started frictioning Ben's steely tool with long, smooth hand strokes. She worked him over with a loosely gripping fist, skimming the greasy leather up and down his length with devastating effect. "Ahhhh!...Unnn!...Unnn!..." he moaned again. He made a feeble effort to get away but Victoria just bent his wrist back even further making him give up that idea in an instant. Ben bit his lower lip in concentration, trying to deny the raging excitement that was building in his groin. His balls were stiffening with arousal in response to the Roxanne's skilled masturbation. He was mesmerized by the sight of his purple knob emerging and disappearing through the encircling O of her leather clad fist. The pre-come was oozing from his gaping pee slit and pouring in a clear stream over her knuckles. He hardly noticed that her other hand was slipping across his butt and into his ass crack. "Are you going to stick your finger up his ass dear?..." Ms. Jackson asked innocently. "Whaaat!..." Ben asked, looking uncertainly at Vickie. "He may not like that..." And then Ben felt one of Roxie's sharp nails scratching rudely at his sphincter. He snapped his head around, looking anxiously at the smiling blonde. "Roxanne!...What are you...Don't!...You can't do that!..." he whimpered, squirming nervously ahead of her teasing digit. "Clare doesn't shove her finger up you ass for you baby? " Roxie asked with feigned surprise. "Nooo!...My Goddd!...She never!...I mean...She wouldn't...we wouldn't...you know...do something like that!..." "You mean you're a cherry?..." the blonde asked in disbelief. Her wide eyed associate was too embarrassed to answer. "Oh I'm going to enjoy this!..." she purred, licking her lips as she pressed lightly against the center of his virgin nether hole. Ben tightened up his butt cheeks reflexively, which also made him hunch his cock into Roxie's steadily jogging hand. The blonde moved her lips to Ben's ear and whispered..."Can you feel how much lube I've got on my finger baby? Do you know why? It's so that no matter how much you try to resist, no matter how tight you are, I'm still going to get my finger up your ass. I'm going to open you up and there's nothing you can do about it!..." And to prove her point Roxie forced her prodding digit firmly through Ben's resisting sphincter. "Nahhhh!..." the young man barked in response. Victoria had to tighten her grip on his wrist to hold him in place. And Roxie only had her finger in him up to her first knuckle. She twisted it around inside him like that for a moment, patiently opening him up for more. Ben didn't know what he had expected but it wasn't this. There hadn't been any pain just an uncomfortable surge of intrusion. But once that passed there followed a growing excitement on a very primal level. He was completely helpless at the hands of these two sexually assured women. His arousal was starting to overwhelm him even though it seemed wrong on so many levels. Roxie hooked her finger tip over inside him and pulled on his sphincter, stretching that tiny hole into a lewd oval. "Oh my God Paris..." Ben groaned. "Don't call me that!..." the blonde snarled, auguring her impaling digit all the way up his ass. She didn't stop until her knuckles were pressing firmly into his ass crack. "Ahhhhh!...Sorry!..." Ben gasped, rising up on his toes ahead of Roxie's intruding finger. "There! That's not so bad is it? You took it all with hardly a whimper. Now I think you're ready for a good reaming, don't you?..." And without waiting for an answer, Roxie pulled her finger almost all the way out and then quickly jammed it back up him again. "Unnnn!..." Ben whimpered, a light sweat beginning to bead his forehead. Now Roxie went to work on him in earnest. She pulled her gloved hand up the length of his throbbing tool while stripping her finger out of his butt. Then she drove that finger back up his ass, forcing him to thrust himself into her waiting fist. She got a good rhythm going, lewdly fucking his ass and jacking him off. Slowly but steadily she increased the pace of her incendiary man handling. "Haaa!...Ahh!...Ahhh!...Ohh!...My Goddd!..." Ben groaned. He was bucking his loins back and forth helplessly. Roxie had him completely under her spell. "I want you to come for me baby!...Shoot it for me!...I know you're ready!..." There was no way Ben could hold it back much longer. His balls were as tight as anything and that tingling/ tickling sensation at the root of his cock was becoming almost unbearable. Roxie knew how close she had him. She stopped pistoning her finger in and out of his ass, and held it driven as far up inside him as she could. Then she jabbed it up there again and again, practically lifting him off his feet as she whipped her gloved hand up and down his scarlet tool. She started bending his cock down away from his stomach to further build the tension in his groin. Victoria eased the pressure of her hand hold, enough to allow Ben to bend forward slightly at the waist. "Yess!...Yesss!...Ahhh!...Nahh!..." Ben cried, as his balls grew achingly taut and then convulsed, sending a molten surge of come spraying from his tool. Roxie had levered his cock down and was pointing it so that the barrage of sperm that he released splattered wetly on the picture of his wife. "Oh my Goddd!...Ben groaned, watching helplessly as Roxie aimed his jetting come at his wife's smiling face "Yesss!...Unn Hnn!..That's it!...Come all over the bitch!...Just like that!...Unn Hnn!.. Unn Hnn!..." Roxie encouraged, once more spearing her extended finger in and out of Ben's ass while she pulled a deluge of sperm from his cock. The poor young man was so overwhelmed he could do nothing more than stand there, quaking and shuddering as his devastating climax wracked his whole body. Roxie relentlessly jacked him off through his whole come. She stroked him hard as the long streams of goo jetted across Ms. Jackson's desk. Then she slowed down and milked him patiently as the streams diminished until they were nothing more than little spurts that dribbled over her wrist. Finally, with a brisk snap of her wrist, she whipped her intruding finger out of Ben's ass. He barked with surprise at the sudden loss when she did that. He felt incredibly stretched and open back there. When he recovered himself he looked around to see the two wanton women watching him with amused expectation. He had no idea what to say at that moment even though they looked like they were waiting for him to say something. "Well?..." Ms. Jackson asked inscrutably. "That was...amazing!?..." Ben said, more of a question than a statement. He felt he was missing something here. Ms. Jackson nodded toward her desk. Ben looked down and saw the picture of his wife completely covered in his come. Her cheeks, her dress, her hair were all decorated with creamy streams of goo. There were pools of the greasy liquid on the desk and the paperwork all around the frame. It was very surreal. Ben had no idea what to think or to say. The image of his wife smiling up at him with his come streaking her cheeks, her lips, her bare shoulder sent a stirring surge through his groin even though he was barely finished coming. "Ahhhhh!.... I'm...Ahh...I'm sorry about the mess..." was the best he could come up with. "Not to worry. There's nothing important there...." Ms. Jackson said. Roxie had stepped away and was taking off the little black glove that was completely saturated with Ben's come and the greasy lube. Ms. Jackson held him standing there in front of her. No one was saying anything. Victoria knew that, as Ben stood there with his exposed cock still twitching at his loins, that his feelings of embarrassment and guilt would be growing with every passing moment. Finally she said... "Roxie. Would you come hold Ben's hand for a moment. I don't want him to rush off just yet. There's something I'd like to see to before we send our young associate home to his wife. This will just take a minute." In fact there was no way that Victoria would be content to let Roxanne have all the fun. Even though she was smiling at him, Ben felt that there was a measured calculation going on behind those sparkling eyes. Victoria's steady gaze was aimed directly at Ben's still fully erect cock. She needed him to be pretty slippery for what she had in mind. The way he was still gleaming with the lube and gooey come that was the residue of Roxie's incredible hand job looked just about right. The young man was so transfixed by her stare that he didn't notice her turning the diamond ring on her left hand over so that the sharp stone was in her palm. Roxie too took her time as she stepped around Ben. Vickie passed his hand to her like a baton in a relay race. Roxie took it, making sure not too ease the tension on his wrist that was keeping him so powerless. She moved him a little closer to her smiling boss. Vickie reached out with her right hand, encircled the base of his swollen shaft with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed him warmly. "Umm!..." Ben sighed at the feel of her hand surrounding his tender flesh. "Since it's her birthday I'd like to send you home with a little present for your wife. And nothing says 'I love you' more than a stiff cock. Isn't that right Rox?" "Oh I couldn't agree more!..." "Now you're still pretty hard so all we need to do is fluff you up a bit, maybe like this..." And so saying, Victoria reached over with her left hand and closed it loosely around the barrel of his tool. Tightening her grip just a little she whipped her hand up and off his length, opening her hand in the air above him like she was performing a magic trick. "Hahh!..." Ben yelped, rocking back on his heels. In a heartbeat the blood was pounding through his engorged staff once more. It felt like a sudden burst of electrical current had been applied to his sensitive flesh. He looked down at his crotch with wide eyes. The long livid scratch that Vickie's diamond had made up his length was almost invisible to the naked eye. But she knew he could feel it. "Ahhh!...You like that?..." she asked with a knowing smirk. She reached in and slowly encircled his cock with her fingers again. She turned her hand just a little so that her ring would follow a slightly different path up his shaft. The she yanked her fist up his length once more, rotating her hand at the top so that her diamond sliced wickedly across the swollen ridge under his knob. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Whattt?!..." Ben cried, wondering what the hell was going on. Suddenly his cock was on fire and throbbing with arousal. He was used to being a little sensitive after he came but nothing like this. "Yesss!... Look at you!...That's what a woman wants!..." Vickie laughed, enfolding Ben's livid spear in her hand again. She let him wait for it for a long moment, and then she stripped her hand up and off his boner once more. This time she had turned her fist so that her diamond etched a fine scarlet welt up the swollen vein on the underside of his meat. "Wahhhh!....Easy!..." Ben gasped, stiffening up on his toes in response to Vickie's wicked abuse. The dark haired beauty was enjoying this. Clearly he had idea what she was doing to him with her sharp edged diamond or how quickly she could take him to the edge of climax once more with this kind of cruel foreplay. Smiling at him with great amusement she murmured..."Just a few more strokes baby. We want you ready for the birthday girl!..." Very deliberately she again whisked her little hand up Ben's now angrily glowing erection. She liked to see the apprehension growing in his eyes each time just before she actually yanked her fist up his aching tool. And now she only turned her hand in the tiniest of increments, scratching a wider and wider a path of burning sensation up the underside of his cock. His cock crown too was turning a livid purple in response to her harsh treatment. "Nahhh!...Waitttt!...Nooo!...Don'ttt!...." Ben cried as tears began to well up in his eyes. But Mrs. Jackson wasn't listening. She gave his angry looking cock another swift yank and this time she was rewarded with a sudden blast of sperm. The stringy rope of goo streaked up into the air. Victoria snagged it with her open palm like she was catching a pop fly to the infield. "Wahhhh!..." Ben cried in shocked surprise. He hadn't really felt it coming. There was such a general burning sensation enveloping his loins that that was really all he was aware of. But when he started to come he felt that alright! "Nahh!...Ahhh!...Goddd!..." he cried. He struggled futilely against Roxie's determined hand hold as that first bolt of come was followed quickly by another and another. And each jet of sperm felt like a flaming arrow scorching through his distended member. "Oh my! You're a cheeky little devil aren't you Ben..." Victoria admonished. Her arm darted back into his crotch with serpent like quickness as she snared his spurting cock in her hand. "Squirting out a sneaky one when you're supposed to be saving it for the little woman! Aren't you a naughty boy?...." she teased, twisting her fist around the top of his plum shaped knob. Her hard edged diamond was criss-crossing his taut flesh with angry nicks, and still his tool continued to spew into her clutching fingers. "I!...I!...Ahhh!...Unnn!..." Ben moaned, barely coherent as this second and totally unexpected orgasm swept through his loins. He rocked back and forth unsteadily on his feet, waiting for the wracking spasms to subside. It didn't take long. His balls were getting pretty depleted at this point and it wasn't long before the well began to run dry. Victoria coaxed him through it all, continuously tweaking and twisting his livid tool until he had nothing left to give. Surprisingly to Ben, when no more juice was coming out, just a few greasy bubbles, his cock remained standing stiff and proud at his loins. It was a violent crimson like he'd fallen asleep while sun-tanning out in the yard. His gleaming flesh looked incredibly tender. "Well that doesn't look like it's going to go down any time soon does it?. What do you think Roxie?.." the smiling older woman asked, turning her ring back over so that her diamond gleamed once more on top of her hand. She hadn't let Ben see her do this. A girl was entitled to her secrets after all. The tall blonde looked down with a broad smile into Ben's crotch. She reached around him from the side, made a fist then snapped his livid knob with her hard edged fingernail.