5 comments/ 16098 views/ 9 favorites The Divorcee and the Law Firm Ch. 01 By: SpartanWitherby The elevator doors opened, and Gloria stepped onto the polished wooden floor. She rarely had occasion to visit the executive offices at the law firm where she worked, but she had gotten an email from Mr. Lembach himself saying he needed her help with the Fleming account. There was no need to ask which Fleming account. James Fleming was a highly successful East Coast real estate tycoon who was looking to expand his empire. Her law firm was one of the top two bidding for his West Coast conquests. She didn't know what she could add, but this account -- and the profits it would bring -- was the only thing anyone talked about. Her high heels tapped on the polished floor. Everything about the floor radiated opulence and success. There was wood everywhere, and it was polished to a glossy sheen. She sighed at the glamor of it all. Her own job, three floors down, was far removed from the senior partners. "Hi, Stephanie," she said to the pretty blond secretary across from the elevators. "Mr. Lembach wanted to see me." Stephanie looked at her coldly, which surprised Gloria. They had chatted occasionally in the lunch room, and Stephanie had always seemed pleasant enough. "Yes, I know," said the secretary with a scowl. "Go on in." So much for a friendly face, Gloria thought. She knocked lightly on the massive wooden door, and she could barely make out the voice behind it. "Come on in," she heard. Mr. Lembach's office was huge. Large windows looked out across the city, and plush chairs were scattered around the edge. She paused to take it all in before hearing the sound of someone clearing his throat to her right. The view had taken her in so much that she had forgotten to find Mr. Lembach. She had seen him give talks at Christmas parties and the like, so she recognized him as she turned. He had a close-cropped head of white-grey hair, and he was smiling as she turned to face him. "It's quite a view, isn't it," he said warmly. She nodded, meekly. She was not normally cowed by large displays of power, but it was hard to ignore the stunning vista. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing toward an elegant, leather-backed chair in front of his desk. She walked over and sat delicately on the chair facing the mahogany desk. "Ms White," he said. Then he paused. "May I call you Gloria?" She nodded, mutely. She suddenly felt very small. He tipped his head. "I know you've been working with us for a few years now, and your manager says you're quite a capable employee." Was she getting promoted? Why was he delivering the news, then? "But I'm sorry to say I may have to let you go." She gasped. That wasn't what she had expected. "Why?" she blurted out. "I'm not sure you present the correct image for our firm." She was confused and started to splutter. He held up his hand. "My wife's out of town, and I was exploring some, shall we say, darker corners of the Internet." And with that he turned the monitor on his desk toward her. Her breath caught in her throat. It had just been a lark, she thought. She and her new yard boy had made an amateur porn site of her in various sexy poses, wearing increasingly less lingerie, having sex. She had wanted to see how much traffic it would get. But now she was seeing the pictures splattered across the firm's most senior partner's computer. Her in a sheer black nightie, lifting it to expose her bald pussy. Her on her knees with her lover's cock deep in her throat. The list went on and on. "Now, the site says Raven Cummins," said Mr. Lembach, "but I think we both know who it really is." Her mouth was agape. How had he found it? She couldn't take her eyes off the screen, but his words filtered through. She slowly nodded. The name had come from her soft, jet-black curls. The last name was obvious enough. "I don't care what you do privately," he said, as she slowly turned her face back to his. His smile was less friendly now, she thought. "But this is no longer doing something privately, wouldn't you agree?" She didn't know what to say. No one had ever found the random pictures and videos of her that had made their way to the Internet, so she had thought she was safe in the vast sea of Internet porn. She suddenly felt sick. "What do you think our clients would think of this, Ms White? I'm afraid such an ... exhibition ... reflects poorly on this firm." His words sank in, and she blanched at his implication. She didn't want to get fired. But a part of her thought, defiantly, "Some of your clients might think it was pretty fucking hot." "It was just a bit of fun," she said. "I'll take it down. I promise." He nodded. "That would be a good idea," he said. "But how long will these live in caches and archives?" he said. She honestly didn't know. He turned the screen back toward him. He looked it over for a silent, awkward moment. "I called you here about the Fleming account," he said. She blinked in surprise at his abrupt shift. She had forgotten that. "Mr. Fleming is coming into town, and we are trying to get his business. I'd like to suggest that you help me entertain him while he's in town. Show him the sights." He pointedly looked at the 36C breasts under her blouse. "Do I make myself clear?" She nodded, slowly. "You want me to have sex with him." She'd happily choose that over being fired, she thought. She'd happily choose that over lots of things, in fact. "No, Ms White, I want you to fuck him." His sudden coarseness caught her by surprise. "I want you to fuck him like a whore. I want you to indulge his every whim and his every kink." He looked back at his screen. "I don't believe that will be a problem, will it?" No. No it wouldn't. She loved sex. But his tone made her flush. She shook her head and bit her lower lip. "Excellent," he said. "I know the other company he's considering routinely sends prostitutes to his hotel room, so I'll be happy to spare the expense." She flushed again. "If I hear even a peep of dissatisfaction, I will fire you," he said. She looked at him, lifted her chin, and nodded. "I understand, sir." "Do you? Because I am putting a lot of faith in your," he paused and looked at the screen again, "your abilities. Your acting abilities in particular." She lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I understand that, sir." Mr. Lembach sighed. "Our Mr. Fleming considers himself a bit of a seducer of innocents," he said. "Looking at these pictures, I'm not sure you could convince him that you're anything other than the slut and harlot I see." She felt her jaw tighten. "Insulting me isn't necessary, Mr. Lembach." He raised his eyebrows at her defiance. "Do you consider it to be an insult? Or a statement of fact?" "I'm not ashamed of my sexuality," she said. Fuck this, she thought. "But you clearly intended the terms to be insults." "See, this is what I'm worried about," he said. "You need to convince him that you're, if not innocent, at least not willing to jump in the sack at a moment's notice." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm very good at roleplay," she said. Now it was his turn to flush. She'd have sex with Fleming, but she could hold her own with assholes. A part of her realized she might be sacrificing her job, but she figured she had at least until the day after tomorrow, given what Lembach was suggesting. He recovered quickly. "I'll be the judge of that," he said. "Stand up." She was confused by the request, but did as he said. He paused and simply looked her up and down. She could figure out where this was going. "Take off your skirt," he said. Big shock. She sighed and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the ground. He flat-out stared. Her website had actually done fairly well, traffic-wise. She was wearing a simple black g-string, stockings, and high heels. He cleared his throat. "Two things, Ms White," he said. "I hope you have underwear that is less outright slutty but still enticing." She put her hands on her hips. "I have more lingerie than you can probably imagine, Mr. Lembach," she said. He gulped. "Second, you did that with no resistance whatsoever. Are you actually any good at roleplay? Pull up your skirt and let's try again. You're supposed to be timid, remember." She was surprised at the request. She admired Mr. Lembach's restraint. She had expected to be bent over in no time. She reached down and pulled up her skirt. "Take off your skirt," he said again. "Mr. Lembach," she gasped, pressing her hand to her chest in fake astonishment. "How dare you! I will do no such thing." He smiled. "Ms White, let me remind you that your job is in the balance here. Take off your skirt." "Mr. Lembach, that's harassment. I'm not that kind of girl." They went through a few more rounds of this before he said, "Very well. No need for roleplay now; take off the skirt." The restraint was only temporary, she guessed. They did a bit more back-and-forth, and then her blouse was on the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra. You could see her nipples clearly through the front. "Do you always wear such lovely undergarments?" he asked. The lust on his face was easy to read. "Yes, sir," she said. "You'd never guess it from your business attire. I might have to start clearing some space on my calendar for more demonstrations," he said. A bit more roleplay, and the bra was off. Then the g-string. She stood naked in front of him, wearing stockings and her high heels. "Your pictures do not do you justice, Ms White," he said. "You have an exquisite body." Yes, she thought, I do. "Thank you, sir," she said. "You know," he said after a pause, "since we're discussing your job security, my wife is often traveling." He paused. "Typically, Ms Harkness has volunteered to, shall we say, help out around the house in her absence." Oh, so that's why Stephanie had given her an icy glare. She either knew what he had planned, or she had guessed. So she was fucking the boss. "But perhaps she could use a break," he said. Fucking the senior partner was bound to be good for her position, and she was willing to bet she was open to vastly more things than Stephanie. She had spent the summer being a fucktoy for two young studs and their friends, after all, and they had gotten very creative. She figured out how to up the ante for Stephanie without even trying. "Forgive me for saying so, sir," she said, "but I imagine your house is big enough to benefit from two sets of helping hands." There was no mistaking that. He pursed his lips. "Perhaps," he said. "I'm sure I could convince Ms Harkness to delegate some duties." Yeah, thought Gloria, let's see how well she does with that. He looked her up and down again. "Okay," he said, "you've convinced me you can play the part. But now you need to convince me that you're as good a lay as your pictures suggest." He looked at his screen again and smiled. "You'll be happy to know I've made sure we still have an hour left." She smiled. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here," he said, unzipping his suit's trousers. * * * The next evening, she was waiting in the building's downstairs lobby as Mr. Lembach had suggested. She was wearing a conservative tan skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was pinned up, and she was wearing the fake glasses she used to wear when she and her ex-husband played "naughty librarian." An hour and a half earlier, Mr. Lembach had approved her underwear choice, snug white panties with a black-edged ruffle and black polka dots with a matching bra. Then he had bent her over his desk, pulled the panties aside, and fucked her, cumming deep inside her. "Consider it my show of respect for Mr. Fleming," he had said with a grin. The elevator doors opened, and out stepped Mr. Lembach and James Fleming. Well, this was going to be very pleasant. James Fleming was tall, middle-aged, fit, and handsome as could be. Why yes, she would like to get him in bed, thank you very much. The two men walked over to her. "James, I hope you don't mind," said Mr. Lembach, "but I've invited one of our admins to join us in case I need someone to take notes." James Fleming gave her a beaming smile with just a flick of his eyes over her body. He thrust out his hand and she shook it. "Of course, Walter," he said. "Lovely women are always welcome." She did her best to give a nervous smile and looked away. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fleming," she said. Within fifteen minutes, they were all seated at a nearby restaurant with cocktails in hand. The two men exchanged small talk and began to chat about business. She imagined James Fleming naked. What kind of cock did he have? She hoped it was a good one. The conversation became more casual over dinner, and she allowed herself to get a bit tipsy from the alcohol. An hour into dinner, Mr. Lembach's phone rang. He had told her about this plan. He took the call and made concerned noises, ending with, "I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up. "I'm very sorry to say this," he said, "but something crucial has come up that needs my attention." She and Mr. Fleming started to stand up, and he waved them down. "No, no. Please. Continue to enjoy your meal; the bill's all taken care of, so take your time." He hurried out, still talking on his phone. They had been pretty far into the meal, so the only thing left was to order dessert. They chit-chatted about random things. He was definitely into her, she thought, but she needed to make sure this worked out. It wasn't even about the job; she just wanted to get laid. She was enjoying the slight buzz of being tipsy in the company of a handsome man who was going to fuck her before the night was out. "Where are you staying," she asked. "The Marriott," he said. No surprise; it was one of the most luxe hotels in the city. "Oooh," she said. "I've heard great things about that hotel. I stopped in at the lobby once, but nothing more than that." There was a pause, and then he took the bait. "I have a suite; I could show you if you want." It was all she could manage to not drop into sultry banter. "Oh my gosh, would you? I mean, if it's not too big of a hassle?" "No hassle at all," he said with a grin she could read from a mile away. "What's the good of having the most expensive room in the hotel if you can't show it off?" Oh, he was one of those, she thought. Well, let him have his fun. She could play along easily enough. "The most expensive? Wow, I can't even imagine. It must be so incredible." "Well, you won't have to imagine it; you can see it soon enough." Within about fifteen minutes, the plates had been cleared. He stood up and pulled her chair back. "Oh, you're such a gentleman," she said. Was that the kind of thing innocent women said? He held the door of the cab they hailed outside the restaurant. She did her best to giggle and say, "Thank you, kind sir." She had decided that exaggerating her drunkenness would be enticing. Lowered inhibitions and all that. As he walked around the back of the cab, she hiked up her skirt a bit and fluffed out her blouse. As he got in beside her, she lay her head back and closed her eyes. He told the driver the destination, and the cab pulled into traffic. It would take about twenty minutes to get there, she knew. "Oooh, I'm feeling a bit woozy," she said. She kept her eyes closed. Soon she felt a smooth, strong hand on her left knee. She didn't say anything, and soon it began to slide up a bit. Yes, she thought. Shove your hand between my legs, rip off my panties, and fuck me here in the cab. Patience, she thought. The hand began to rub a bit. "Mmm," she said, still with eyes closed, and slightly parted her legs. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to give him more leeway. She heard him readjusting, and she felt his warm breath near her cheek. "You're a very beautiful woman, Gloria," she said. She fluttered her eyes a bit, still pretending to be a bit drunk. "Oh, Mr. Fleming, you're too funny." The hand slid up her leg a little bit more. Suddenly she felt him move again, and his lips pressed against hers. What she wanted to do was pull him in. Instead, she flung open her eyes and gently pushed at him. "Mr. Fleming!" she said in faux shock. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Oh, I think it's a good idea," he said. "That man is watching us," she stage whispered, looking at their driver. "It's just a kiss, Gloria," he said. His hand continued to stroke her thigh, gradually getting higher and taking a bit of skirt with it each time. She pretended to not notice, but the gentle touch was making her horny as hell. She wanted to tell him to just go for it. "I don't know," she said. "It feels a little funny." "Just close your eyes again and pretend you're not in a cab," he said. She did. "Just one kiss," she said, putting a bit of extra slur into her words. His lips touched hers again, and she parted them slightly. He took the invitation and slid his tongue in. God, she wanted to get fucked. Instead of taking off her blouse right there in the back seat of the cab, she adjusted herself slightly, managing to spread her legs a bit more while causing her skirt to lift a bit more. His hand slid up a bit more, too. They made out until the cab stopped at the Marriott. By then, his hand was just a couple of inches from her pussy, and she was hot and horny. When they got out, she straightened herself out and stood up, pretending to sway a bit. "I don't know what came over me," she said to him. "I think maybe I had a bit too much to drink. I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about," he said with a smile. "Getting a bit tipsy is good once in a while." He was openly leering at her by now, but she pretended not to notice. Instead, he took her arm and they walked into the hotel. She pretended to stumble once for effect. When they arrived at his suite, she gasped. She thought it might literally be bigger than her house. And there was a fantastic view of the city through the massive windows that formed two whole sides of the unit. The entire night skyline was all around her. "It's great, isn't it?" he said as he stood next to her. She nodded. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked. "Oh, I think I've had plenty already," she slurred. Then she pretended to giggle again. "Oh my gosh, Mr. Fleming. You must think I'm an idiot. I don't normally drink this much; I just got carried away." She hoped she was still convincing. What she wanted was to strip naked right now and get down on her knees so she could suck his dick. "Don't worry about it, Gloria," he said, smiling some more. "But you know the way to prevent a hangover, don't you?" Yes, of course: Drink lots of water. But she shook her head. "Scotch," he said, moving to the bar in the room. "Scotch cancels out the other alcohol." Really? This was an actual line he used? "Really?" she said. "I've never heard that before." He poured her an ample glass and handed it to her. She took a sip and pretended to pull a face. It was actually quite good. "Oof," she said, "that's strong stuff. Does this really help hangovers?" "Yes, ma'am," he said, "but you've got to get a good amount in your system." She took a larger sip and he smiled with undisguised lust. She actually was beginning to be a bit drunk. She needed to keep focused on her roleplaying, she thought. She went back over to the massive windows as he poured himself a drink and settled on the couch. "It's really such a perfect view," she said. "I actually find it lacking," he said. She turned, and felt her head spin a bit as she did. What the hell. She took another sip of Scotch. "Lacking? What else could it have?" She didn't need to fake the slurring now. "I think it would be perfect with a beautiful, naked woman in front of it." He waggled his eyebrows. She held back a laugh at the silliness of his expression. Things were definitely spinning a bit. The Divorcee and the Law Firm Ch. 01 "Oh, Mr. Fleming, you're too much!" "No, I mean it; we've got a beautiful woman." He lifted his glass at her. "But you're far too dressed up." She pressed her hand against her chest and gasped. "Mr. Fleming!" "Surely you've had sex before?" he asked. She gasped again and pretended to nervously fiddle with the button on her blouse. Somehow, it slipped out of its buttonhole. She pretended not to notice. "Mr. Fleming!" she exclaimed again. "We've only just met!" "So you'd have sex with me if we knew each other better?" "I can't believe you're talking about this," she said. "I'm not that kind of girl!" Truly, she wasn't. Her kind of girl would have already had sex in the cab. "You seemed eager enough on the ride over." "That was just a kiss!" she said. "We could kiss again if you want to do that before we have sex," he said. "I'm not having sex!" she said. She didn't really think he was going to give up that easily. He held up his hands. "Okay, Gloria. We don't have to have sex. Why don't you come sit near me." He patted the couch. She looked dubious, but then walked over and sat down on the far side. She didn't bother adjusting her skirt. She was drunk, right? "Gloria, I like you quite a bit," he said. "Thank you, sir. I like you, too. But I'm not that kind of a girl. I'm sorry." "I know, Gloria. But I think I can offer you some helpful advice for your career." "You probably know that I would be a very lucrative client for your firm." She nodded. "And you probably also know that I'm considering another law firm in addition to yours." She nodded again. "Now, to be honest," he said, "both firms have top talent, and either one would do just fine. But for me, what matters most is the people. I need to like the people I work with." She could see where this was going. He wasn't exactly subtle. "That makes sense, sir." She thought the "sirs" were a nice touch. "Now I think I can help your career quite a bit," he said. "How do you think Mr. Lembach would react if I saw him tomorrow and told him how much I had enjoyed our evening together." "Uh, I guess he'd be happy to hear that?" "I think he would. I think he'd be very happy indeed. I imagine there'd be a nice bonus for you at the end of the year. But how do you think he'd react if I told him that you had made me angry and upset?" She knew the answer to that one. "You can't do that, sir! He'd fire me!" "I think you're right, Gloria." "But I haven't made you angry!" "Oh, but you're starting to," he said, still smiling. "Angry and upset." "What?! I thought it was a fun evening!" "Gloria, if I go to your firm, I need to know that the people in the firm will bend over backwards to keep me happy. Even if that means some of them have to just plain old bend over." Cute. "We will sir, I promise." "Maybe you will. But right now and right here, you have the power to prove it to me." He stood up. "Now I'm going to change into something more comfortable, and I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave right now, and I'll tell Mr. Lembach that I'm not convinced your firm will work out." "You can't do that, sir!" He held up his hand. "Or, when I come out again, you can be more appropriately dressed. And I'll tell Mr. Lembach how much I enjoyed seeing more of you. I imagine that will be very good for your career at his firm." She gasped. "Please, sir! Don't do this." He shrugged. "It's your choice, Gloria. I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I'm afraid you might be looking for work if you don't do what I say. And I'd hate to see that happen to you." He turned and walked to the large bedroom. "I'm trusting you to make the smart call, Gloria." No sooner was he out of sight than she had taken off her skirt, blouse, stockings and shoes. She left the fake glasses on. She perched on the couch and tried to look innocent and uncomfortable. Greeting him laid on the floor with her legs spread wide might be a bit much. He came out of his room a few minutes later, and this time she was shocked. He was buck naked. You could see firm muscles all along his body, and his cock was erect. "Mr. Fleming!" she said, gasping for real this time. It had taken her by surprise. She was mildly disappointed to see that his dick wasn't particularly large. Still, it would do nicely. He sat down right next to her and put his hand on her thigh. There was no subtle shifting up the leg this time; he placed it right up against her panties. He eyed her lingerie. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise," he said. "I wouldn't have expected such pretty underwear under the drab clothes." She looked away and said, "I like to feel pretty." A trite line, but it seemed to work. "Well, you're very pretty," he said, rubbing her leg. His fingers traced the line of the underwear. She squirmed in real enjoyment. He leaned close to her. "How about another kiss?" he said. She bit her upper lip in fake worry, and nodded silently. He traced his fingers along her lips, and she parted them. Once again, his warm tongue slid into her mouth, and once again she eagerly welcomed it. After a moment, he cupped her breast in his hands. In another moment, his fingers slid inside the fabric and she moaned as his hand squeezed her naked flesh. "That's not so bad, is it?" She gave a weak smile and shook her head. "Good." He smiled back. "I'm glad to see you made the right decision, Gloria," he said. "But I didn't tell you this was a negotiation." She was confused. "I said I wanted a beautiful, naked woman." He tugged her bra's shoulder strap down. Then he reached over and did the same to the other one. He leaned in close. "So why are you wearing clothes?" he said. "I - I'm sorry," she said. She thought fast. "I'm just shy about my body." He leaned back. "Well, look at me. I'm not shy, so there's no reason for you to be." He took one of her hands and slid it to his crotch. She wrapped it around his cock and began to stroke. "Ah, that's very nice," he said, leaning back. "Though I think there are other parts of you that will feel nicer still." He looked over at her. "Now I hope we see eye to eye from now on," he said. "You want to keep your job, right?" She gulped in fake distress, bit her upper lip, and nodded silently. "Excellent," he said. "I won't expect any more arguing. Now stand up, and let's see that beautiful body. Feel free to put on a little show for me," he said. "Yes, sir," she said demurely. Stripteases she could do in her sleep. She stood up and walked toward the huge window. She felt a shiver up her spine as she imagined people around the city looking into these windows as she took off her clothes. And then she remembered her role. "Mr. Fleming, can you turn off the lights? People might see." "Good point," he said, reaching for a small remote on the coffee table. He pressed a button, and the lights got brighter. She smiled to herself. He tossed the remote onto the table. "Now people will definitely see." "Mr. Fleming!" she said. He simply sat there with a big grin and a hard cock. He waved at her. "I think you were about to put on a show for me," he said. Doing a striptease while playing shy was going to be a challenge. But she was loving the roleplay. She swayed slightly and moved her hands up and down her body. "Come on, Gloria," he said, "I want you to get into it." She moved her hips a bit more from side to side. "I've never done this before," she lied. "Really? You've never given a lover a little show in that pretty lingerie?" In this lingerie? she thought. Maybe not. She shook her head. "Well, why don't you put your hands on your breasts," he said. She did as he asked. "And now squeeze your tits, and rub them." She began to knead her breasts and massage them. "Like this?" "Just like that." His cock was getting harder. She wanted to thrust it between her legs. Patience, she thought. "Now you're going to take off the bra and show me those lovely tits," he said. She nodded. She began to turn slowly, still swaying her hips. Her back was to him. She looked back over her shoulder and slowly reached her hands behind her back. She unhooked the bra and flung it aside. "Put your hands on your ass," he said. His voice was getting heavier and huskier. "Bend forward a little." She had her hands on her ass and was bent at the waist. "Anyone looking this way will see you, Gloria," he said. "They'll see your magnificent breasts hanging down, waiting to be sucked." She felt her pussy clench. She gasped and spun around, moving her hands to cover and cup her breasts. "Do you think many people could see me?" "I hope so," he said. "I want them to see you and be so jealous of the night I'm going to have. I want lonely guys in their offices to see you and jack off." She put a hand to her mouth, casually exposing a breast. He was looking at her chest with hunger in her eyes. She let her tipsiness speak. "Mr. Fleming! You're so naughty," she slurred. "Oh, I am," he said, "and you're going to find out how naughty I am." She felt her pussy clench again. So far, the evening was pretty tame. She giggled again for his benefit. "Now, Gloria," he said, leaning back again. His cock was thrust into the air. "You seem to still have clothes on. And that's not what we agreed on, is it?" "I guess not," she said. She covered her breasts with one arm, and then used her other hand to begin to push the ruffled panties down. "Use both hands!" he barked. She quickly moved her other hand down to the waistband. He stared at her fully exposed breasts. "My god, you have fantastic tits," he said. "Thank you, Mr. Fleming. But do you want to see the rest?" She had pushed her panties down just a bit, exposing her hips. He nodded. "Yeah? You want me to be naked? All the way?" He nodded again. She walked over to him and stepped between his naked legs. She so wanted to just kneel down and suck his cock. She wanted him to explode down her throat. Instead she bent halfway down, letting her breasts dangle in his face. "Can you give me a little kiss first?" she asked, struggling to still sound shy. He didn't hesitate; he grabbed a tit and locked his mouth over her nipple. She permitted herself a small moan. "That feels so good, sir," she said. He slid his head to her other breast, and she moaned again. He hooked his fingers in her panties and began to tug. His voice was thick with lust. "Take them off," he said. She stood up and stepped away. Oh, yes, she had him desperate for her. She turned around and began to slide the panties over her ass. She looked back at him. "Like this?" "Oh god, yes." She pushed the panties down until they were past her pussy. She held them there for a moment, and then let go and wiggled her legs. The skimpy cloth slid down to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Then she turned back to him, hands covering her pussy. "I'm feeling a little shy," she said as she turned her eyes down. "I don't fucking care," he said. "Show me. Show me that cunt." "Oh, this?" And she lifted her hands up to begin massaging her naked breasts. "Well, well, well," he said. "Looks like you have quite a few secrets under your office clothes." She had, of course, known that her shaved pussy wasn't going to fit in with the innocent role. "An ex-boyfriend of mine asked me to do it," she said, "and I decided I liked the feel better." He grinned. "Your ex-boyfriend was brilliant," he said. She didn't say anything. He stood up and stepped up to her. He placed his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. No sooner had she let him into her mouth then his hands were all over her body. God, she wanted to just turn around right now and let him fuck her. "What do you think?" he asked as he pulled away from his kiss. "Anyone could see you naked if they happened to look this way." "Please, Mr. Fleming, I'm trying not to think of it. Can we turn off the lights now?" Please don't, she thought. "Not quite yet. I don't know why you're worried; you're so beautiful. If anyone looks this way, they're going to get the sight of a lifetime. They'll be thinking about you for weeks." She practically came at the thought. Imagining guys looking at her was a huge turn-on. Then he got a wicked grin. "Go stand over there," he said. He pointed to the corner where two glass walls came together. She did as he said and faced him. "Oh, no no," he said, "look out that way." She slowly turned around, until she was staring straight out the corner. She heard footsteps and suddenly his hands were on her hips. She could feel his hard cock between her ass cheeks. Yes, she thought. Bend me over, and fuck me hard. "Over there," he said, reaching his hands up her body to knead her full breasts and nodding towards where she had stood a moment ago, "the people on this side of the building couldn't see you. Now even more people could see your naked body." He pressed her forward. "Press those big tits against the glass." She leaned forward and felt the cool glass against her breasts. Her nipples had been rock-hard already, and the cold glass made them sore. His hands slid down her stomach to her pussy. "Oh, Mr. Fleming," she moaned as a finger entered her. "Men tonight are going to look this way, and they're going to see a goddess naked in the hotel. And they're going to imagine themselves with you." He was rubbing her up and down. God, she was about to cum. "Even the sight of you is going to give them wet dreams for the rest of their lives." Yes! Yes! He pulled her upright again and turned her around. "But that's nothing compared to what they're going to see next," he said. And he pushed down on her bare shoulders. Finally! She slid down to her knees and stared at his cock. It was average length and average size. "Oh, Mr. Fleming! I don't think I've ever seen such a big penis." He looked down at her with a smile. "Call it a cock or a dick," he said. He waved his hand at her. "I don't think I've ever seen such a big c-c-cock," she pretended. "You seeing it is not what I'm interested in. Suck it." She wanted to just dive onto it, but she gave it a gentle suck. "Gloria, that's barely trying. Is that what you want me to tell your boss tomorrow? That you told me his firm would only do the minimum?" She shook her head. He slid a hand down behind her head. "Then suck it for real," he said. And he pushed her head until she slid his cock past her lips and over her tongue. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Suck my cock like a whore." She let herself go for a bit and gave him her true self's version of a blowjob. "Oh, my god," he said, as he thrust slowly into her face. "God, you're a great cocksucker." He looked down at her; she looked up at him. "Put your hands on those big tits again. Feel them up." She did. He thrust deeper and faster as she kneaded and stroked her breasts. Her pussy was trembling in anticipation of being fucked. She was so close, but she had to hold back. She needed him to keep thinking she was a conquest. After a few minutes, his face tensed. "I'm going to cum in that mouth, and you're going to fucking take it all!" he shouted. And with that, he came into her mouth. She put a hand out and kneaded his cock until it was drained dry. She swallowed. He was panting. "God, that was fucking fantastic!" he said. She smiled up at him. "I'm glad you liked it, sir," she said. "I'm not very good at it." He looked at her with an astonished face. "Not very good? Jesus, I wonder what you'll be like when you are." "Can I go now, sir? I had sex with you like you wanted." "Oh no, my dear. That was just the appetizer. We have dinner and dessert still ahead of us." Good. "Walk into the bedroom, and you'll find a pair of cloth handcuffs on the bed. Lock yourself to the headboard." Whoa, kinky indeed. "I'm not sure, sir," she said. "Can't you just tell Mr. Lembach you want to go with our firm?" He lifted her up by her arms, turned her around, and swatted her ass, hard. She yelped. He pushed himself against her, put his hand on her forehead, and yanked her head back. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to know that fucking me got me to sign on with your firm, wouldn't you?" She nodded. "Well, I told you we're not done," he said in her ear. "Go do what I said, and when you're locked to the headboard, spread those fucking hot legs as wide as you can." "Yes, sir," she pretended to squeak. He swatted her ass again. She was unsteady as she walked to the bedroom, but she did manage to get her hands locked to the headboard above her on the bed after making sure that one cuff was loose enough that she could wiggle out if she needed to. She spread her legs, and slid her feet back so her knees were up and spread wide. God, she wanted to cum. A few minutes later, he came into the bedroom, holding a small bottle. Lube, she could tell. She didn't think she'd need any, but it was a sweet thought. "Oh, fuck yes," he said, looking at her body splayed out for him. He took two steps and landed on the bed next to her, madly sucking her right tit and then her left one. His hand wandered down her stomach and between her legs. She moaned as one of his fingers slid into her wet pussy. "Oh, yeah, you're so fucking wet," he moaned as he kissed her. She pressed his hips against his hand. "Yeah? You like this?" She nodded. And he pushed a second finger into her dripping wet cunt. And then a third. He was actively pushing them into and out of her, and she was pressing against him. Please touch my clit, she thought. Let me cum all over you. "You're so wet my fingers just slide right in," he said, panting in her ear as he squeezed her breasts. She groaned. "So here's a question," he whispered into her ear. "How many fingers do I have in your pretty little cunt?" "Three," she gasped. "That doesn't seem like too many, does it?" She shook her head. "Yeah? You want another one?" She nodded. "Please, yes," she gasped. "Beg," he said with a snarl, continuing to fuck her with three hands. She wanted more. She'd do anything. "Please, Mr. Fleming. Please won't you fill my pussy with your fingers? Please?" She felt the pinky slide into place. "Oh, god, yes," she moaned. She was so horny, it didn't take long. Soon his four fingers were sliding roughly in and out of her. The force of his thrusts was pushing her ass back and forth over the sheets. He leaned down to kiss her, and she sucked his tongue in, pushing her hips against his hand. "How many fingers in that little cunt now," he asked. "Four, Mr. Fleming!" "Tell me how that feels," he said. "Oh, god, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me with your hand." "I knew there was a little minx in there," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded, hard. "Can I fuck your pussy?" She moaned and nodded. "Yeah? I can shove my cock between those silky thighs?" Again she nodded. She was panting from the sensation of his four fingers penetrating her. She wanted him so badly. "I'll fuck your pussy," he said. She gasped. "But only if you promise me I can fuck your ass, too." "Oh, god, yes, Mr. Fleming! Take me any way you want! I'll do it!" So much for the shy act. "Oh, I'm so glad you said that," he said. He reached down and pinched a nipple, and she moaned loudly. He pulled his hand out. "Please don't stop," she shouted. "Oh, I don't plan to. I'm going to fuck your pussy," he said. "I'm going to slide my dick right in between those beautiful pink lips, and I'm going to cum deep inside of you." She moaned again. "Then I'm going to let you suck my cock until it's hard, and I'm going to take that fucking hot ass," he said. "We're going to fuck all night long." "Oh, god, yes!" she screamed. Her hips were pushing up and down in anticipation. "Fuck me!" Then she heard the squirt of lube. And she felt his hand, cold from the lube, slide back into her cunt. The four fingers pushed into her. And then she felt the thumb slide into position. He pushed, and at first her body resisted. But then her muscles relaxed, and his fist slid into her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. The Divorcee and the Law Firm Ch. 01 "How many fingers now, Gloria?" he shouted. "Five fingers! Five fingers fucking me. Fuck me!" He began to slide his fist gently in and out, and she moaned at the fullness. She was so close to cumming. And then he slid his head down her body and began to lick her clit as he fisted her. "Oh my god! Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum. Oh, god!" And her body exploded in a massive orgasm. It went on for what felt like hours, but was probably five or six minutes. Mr. Fleming continued to fist her. She thought she was going to pass out from the pleasure. When she recovered, he slowly withdrew his hand with a big sucking sound from her pussy. She was exhausted, but he was just getting going. He climbed on top of her, his soft dick over her face. "Open wide," he said with a big grin.