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Lawyer Seeks Good Sex Life

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

The sun reflected out the breeze-rippled waters of Lake Plume near the center of New Zealand's North Island as Chester Wigg looked out of the offices of Chester Wigg Law. He watched the big breasts of a middle-aged tourist, probably American, spill out of her inadequate bikini top.

He sternly quoted aloud to himself, "Council bylaw 31 - 4: 3a. Males and females aged seven and over must have their breasts (females), posteriors and genitals adequately covered at all times whether in a public place or within sight of the public." 

Chester thought the nipples were as big as thimbles. Perhaps he should go down and make a citizen's arrest, bring her back to his office for a strip search and allow nature take its course?

His erotic thoughts were quashed by a knock on the half open door to the main office.

"Sir," said his PA, "2:15 Mrs Waters is here."

"Thank you, wheel her in Miss Penny."

"I'm not in a wheelchair yet," Mrs Waters said, brushing by Penny and poking her in the midriff as she snapped, "Wear your skirts longer Jenny Penny. Mr Wigg can see your blue knickers without bending over to peer up your thighs."

"It's Jennifer Penny and the color of my thong today is peach Mrs Waters."

"Don't be insolent," said the octogenarian. "You can see I'm not wearing my glasses and since when hasn't Jenny been short for Jennifer?"

Seething, Jenny/Jennifer shut the door behind her.

Mrs Waters said, "Chester are you having your way with that over-sexed Jenny Penny?"

"No I'm far too committed to servicing my older clients like you Alice."

His wealthy client ignored that innuendo. 

"God look at that woman out there with her tits hanging out."

"She will be American in all probability, stoned and thinking she has diplomatic immunity."

"Oh very droll. I want your advice on whether I need to have a nuptial agreement. I'm thinking of marrying the proprietor of my retirement home."

"No I wouldn't bother. Your children have received heaps from your three previous divorces and Walter McPhee has already married three of his female residents and all died within two weeks of marrying him, he inheriting their pension savings."

"He was too robust for them but I am well fitted to handle him. You ought to see the size of my largest dildo."

"No thank you."

Widow Walters sniffed. "Those deaths were circumstantial. All had weak hearts."

"You have a weak heart."

"Ah. Perhaps I should put more thought into this proposal. Um if I killed him on our wedding night and our stupid police managed to prove I did it, what sentence would I receive?"

"Life in jail but in your case with a weak heart that term would be very much shorter than the judge intended."

Ignoring that, Mrs Walters asked, "How are Carol and the boys?"

"Carol died two years ago and we never had children."

"Oh lucky you. My kids were all pains in the butt."

Chester smiled. "Ah so they were not normal births in terms of exit?"

"Ha, there goes your wit, only half there again."

Chester stood and walked to the door. "Am I finished with you?"

"Yes I won't stay because you don't serve tea here. Women who die young are coffee drinkers."

Chester sighed and pinned the note on Mrs Waters' chest indicating she should be charged $99. That solved the practice of many of his clients arriving back at reception unable to remember which lawyer they'd consulted or even why they were in the building.

Jennifer arrived with Chester's afternoon coffee and he said sternly, "Pull up your skirt high."

She hoisted it completely over her hipbones and Chester sighed and said return herself to her original state of dress.

Jennifer was disappointed. "Oh aren't you going to seduce me Mr Wigg?"

"I had no such thought. I like my flesh with a little maturity. If you must know I was checking to find if you'd lied maliciously about the color of your thong. I confirm it is peach in color with a big wet spot."

"Oh," said the 24-year old, blushing. She was exactly half Chester's age and was aware he was reputed to have the thickest penis of all 2788 permanent male residents in the tourist town of Lake Plume. She was hopeful of being sexually harassed by her employer and indeed would regard it as an honor.

Jennifer sat on one of the client chairs and casually stroked a stocking leg as she drank her coffee. She noticed the boss's eyes finally flicker when she touched her wet spot.

"A storm is forecast for the end of this week, coming over the western mountain ranges and down on to the lake like a jet stream, possible to replicate the conditions that sank Walt. B. Peabody's historic launch in a similar storm two years ago."

"Yes I'm aware of that. Do you want me to come in Saturday morning? If the conditions are replicated the storm will peak around 8:00 am."

"I'll try to manage without assistance. It's your engagement party that night."

"No Chess," the gorgeous redhead said softly. "You and I have been working on attempting to gather evidence for two years now to challenge the insurance company's refusal to payout on the raising and restoring the Lady of the Lake, claiming that Mr Peabody had criminally scuttled his launch to falsely claim insurance. Only because of your expert intervention that damn Wellington-based firm of arrogant clowns withdrew its complaint to the police."

"Yes what you say is true and yes I accept your offer to help out on Saturday. Um Jenny have your tits grown bigger since you began here with me four years ago?"

"Yes they have," said Jennifer, lifting the hand rummaging along her thighs and groin to begin erotically stroking a breast. "Would you like to inspect them for confirmation?"

"No thank you Miss Penny. Back to your post."

She pouted and flounced out, probably grumbling to herself why didn't Chess take a carnal interest in her when it was traditional for all bosses worldwide to fuck their PAs irrespective of gender.

Chester was disappointed he'd replied to the kid stiffly but she had the nasty act of making him stiff, quite inappropriate behavior. Her parents were his clients and one day when her mom had successfully enticed him to plunge into her over his solid oak and very wide desk, she'd ceased panting to ask could he give her daughter Jennifer a job.

At the interview the kid looked very personable for a second-year university student and clearly had far better skin, hair and legs than her mom, her mom scoring best with tits. Jennifer interviewed well and said she wanted a job to be able to afford better underwear, er perhaps she said clothes and shoes, and would complete her degree online.

Chester appointed Jennifer assistant receptionist and within three weeks she was running the entire office, confirmed by outraged complaints from department heads. When his 77-year old PA resigned to have nip and tuck surgery before she entered a retirement home so that she'd look good when wandering around in the nude demented, Chester replaced her with Jennifer and office administration calm was restored but alas with a drop in standards and efficiency.

He remembered the closest he'd come to shafting the kid. The day before she went to Auckland to be conferred with her BSc degree in Environmental Science, he'd taken her to the Oyster Bar for a celebratory lunch. The dry French wine with oysters went down so well that when Jennifer leant over in the booth and kissed him unwisely he kissed her back and that's then her parents entered, saw them and her mom said, "Oh hello you two. Celebrating I see."

And that was that. The parents joined them and the angry father only spoke to Chester in grunts all afternoon but actually having the parents there was useful because they carried their near unconscious daughter from the bar at 5:15. 

The weather packed in on Friday and the 1500 or so tourists in town mostly packed their bags and headed away early. The 6:00 pm news on TV1 carried storm warnings from the Weather Office including the tourist town of Lake Plume gaining special mention where the storm was expected to peak midmorning.

Angrily listening to that misinformation, Chester called Jennifer and her mom answered and chatted and whispered had Chester thought about taking her away for a naughty weekend.

"No."

"Oh. Um I'll take the phone into Jennifer. She's in the bath."

"Hi Chess. I'm in the bath stroking a breast thinking of you."

Chester heard the bathroom door slam shut.

"Look Jenny, the Weather Office is making its usual cock-up. The storm is expected to peak here midmorning but the direction of the storm path, wind strengths and the barometer readings right now are very, very similar to that storm of two years ago."

"Right, what time should we stake-out."

"I'll be in position at 7:00."

She confirmed she wished to be involved and said, "Right I won't let Stephen have too much sex tonight so I'm bright and breezy in the morning."

"There won't be any shortage of breeze up your skirt tomorrow," Chester said.

They laughed and Jennifer said she'd wear her dad's wet-weather golf clothing.

She arrived at 7:20. Chester had expected her to be late because he knew two things about women: They'd always arrive late and if you have casual sex with them they have this compulsion to tell everyone, even their husbands or dads.

Jesus.

The wind was howling and spray was flying high over the wave deflector protecting the marina.

Jennifer held up her freckled face framed by the hood of her parka and was kissed. 

She smiled.

He smiled.

"Shit of a morning," she said. "This is it, isn't it?"

"I believe so, the barometer had plummeted" Chester said, handing her a water resistant compact video camera.

"You stay in this shelter until you see waves going straight over the deflector. Then go forward and shoot in short bursts. Remember to begin shooting ahead of a big wave bursting to catch it crashing over and remember to occasionally wipe the lens."

"Aye aye sir. Now you watch yourself."

"Aye. Another kiss please."

Jennifer gave him an open mouth kiss and when they parted she was looking very thoughtful.

Chester went along the boardwalk inside the deflector and boarded the refitted and re-engined Lady of the Lake at its old berth.

At 8:10 it happened. A terrific wind gust sent a wall of water over the deflector, crashing into all the moored craft in that part of the marina and just like two years ago that mother-of-a-wave ripped a piece of capping off the top of the wave deflector and it crashed on to the windscreen of Lady of the Lake but the replacement glass was toughened glass and withstood the impact.

Chester sat at the bow with his back to the screen and was drenched by six more waves of diminishing intensity that he filmed with the timer stamping the film as it ran.

After that the screen deflected waves as it was designed to do.

He returned to the shelter and caught Jennifer's grin.

"It was unbelievable," she gushed. "So sudden, so savage. I know you had this theory that the peak of the storm on that day was a huge spike but a theory is only a theory. Now we have filmed evidence. Let's go to the office and run what we got through a big monitor."

They stripped off their wet weather gear in the tiled foyer and as Jennifer pulled off her inner waterproof golf jerkin Chester murmured, "Your tits have become larger."

"Let's do this first," she said, eyeing Chester. "You set up the cameras and I'll fetch coffee. I brought chicken sandwiches I made last night."

They drank and ate, watching the screen in delight.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Absolute proof of your theory that was rejected by the insurance company. They must pay out now and you must squeeze them for compensation for treating Mr Peabody so abominably."

"Yep that's what's going to happen," Chester said.

While he sat at his desk making some notes, Jennifer disconnected the cameras.

"We'll need copies of these two videos."

Chester eyed her tits and said, "Yes I'm calling Walt now to meet us for lunch. He can view what we shot on the camera playbacks and then I'll drop the videos to Reid Photography to do ten copies for us."

After Chester finished talking to the delighted Walt, Jennifer approached Chester and said, "May I sit on you knee?"

"Yes, please do."

"Mom told me she did this to get me a job here."

"Yes."

Jennifer, pulling Chester's hand on to a tit said, "I knew you wouldn't deny that."

He grunted and bent over to suck a fat nipple as she exposed it

Minutes later she grunted, having pulled off her weather-dampened thong, as she worked the fat erection into her pussy. Jennifer then lifted off her top and pulled down her bra to give her seducer a decent go at her tits.

"You really like tits don't you Chess?" she asked and really grunted as his dick thickened to stretch her wide.

"Yes," he wheezed. "You're sitting on me so you plunge up and down."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I was forgetting. Stephen only likes doing it Missionary and he must be on top because he'd so small."

"Never marry a guy with a small dick if part of your concept of marriage is frequent and fulfilling sexual union and being left in that hazy aftermath that comes with being fucked legless."

Jennifer, in free fall on his shaft that gripped her in the feeling that she was being fucked legless was shocked. Omigod as usual Chess was so right. What he'd just said was a really big thing she'd known ever since she'd really understood what sex was about was what she wanted out of marriage.

Doubt filled her. Chester's long fat dick more than filled her. And then her filthy, despicable, depraved and morally bereft boss wormed a finger up her virgin anus and with his other hand squeezed her left breast horribly painfully with his big mitt.

Jennifer really thought she was arcing out into the universe amid celestial choral singing and fireworks were going off and she went off in her most massive release ever. Remaining impaled on Chester Wigg's most impressive cock she fainted with an incredibly angelic smile on her sweaty and very red face.

She returned to earth hearing her phone ringing and Chester handed it to her.

"Hi mom."

"Look darling some of the guests who were coming to the party tonight are having to cope with storm damage. So I called Stephen and we agreed to cancel this evening. He and his parents and your father and I are calling people to cancel the engagement party and another date can't be set until we consult with you but there's not hurry. What are you doing?"

"Fucking Chester. Mom we filmed the storm in full fury at the marina and can prove his theory that the Lady of the Lake was swamped with storm-driven debris smashed windscreen of the pilothouse and that and several subsequent waves filled the craft with sufficient water to sink her."

"Oh, for a moment I thought you said you were doing something else."

"I did. I said I was fucking Chester. We did it on his chair and mom, he really rang my bell."

"Omigod darling, that's the dream the majority of woman have but only a lucky handful every achieve it. I've never told you this before but my father rang my bell on the night of my 30th birthday."

Chester waited patiently until Jennifer switched off her phone. He then pulled out with a revolting plop.

"Omigod," she giggled. "May I now bend over the desk and you fuck me liked you attended to mom?"

"Okay," said Chester, as always keen to give a lady what ever she wanted within reason.

When they finished mid-afternoon Jennifer was in no condition to drive so Chester parked her vehicle in the office compound and took her home in his car.

Her mom came running out, saw the condition of Jennifer, and shouted, "Omigod what have you done to my daughter. She'd like a rag doll."

"She just demanded too much too soon, that's all," Chester said. "You must understand I'm her first real man. She just needs a little sleep and then a hot bath, a meal and more sleep. She's have a wonderful time and she knows it."

"Oh you swine. You've despoiled my virginal daughter," Erica cried and yelled, to her husband to come out at once.

Bob sauntered out holding a beer, took one look at his daughter in his wife's arms and responded when Erica cried, "Thump him Bob."

Chester easily blocked the wild swing at his jaw and grinned, placing a big fist over Bob's mouth and advised Bob to go back inside.

"Yeah, good advice," said Bob and walked away.

Chester picked up Jennifer's feet and helped Erica carry the sleeping young woman to her bed.

"God you two smell like a brothel," Erica sniffed.

Chester ignored that offensive comment.

"Right out of this house and out of the lives of this family," Erica said, pushing Chester out of the room and down the passage.

"You are acting irrationally Erica."

"No I'm not and you know it. Come near my daughter again you oaf and I'll cut out your balls."

"Doesn't Jennifer have a say in this?"

"No, not while I'm riled up like this. Go you have treated my daughter inhumanely."

""Believe me Erica, she'd just exhausted. That's all."

"Get out," she screamed irrationally. 

Chester left.

* * *

Erica waited for Jennifer to awake so she could assist her daughter to come through the aftermath of her grave sexual misadventure. She hoped the ordeal wouldn't leave Jennifer mentally disturbed and unable to ever again associate intimately with men, er one at the time.

An hour later Erica went to the bathroom for a pee.

"Is that you twinkling in my bathroom mom," Jennifer called brightly.

"Yes darling, I won't be a minute. Let me finish here."

Erica scurried into the bedroom and gaped. Her daughter was busily creaming the bite and finger marks on her breasts and was humming an obvious love song.

"A-are you okay?"

"Yes fine mom but I'm very hungry."

The family sat having a snack with drinks.

"Darling I've banned that horrible man from ever being near you again."

Looking curious and sipping wine, Jennifer asked: "What man?"

"Chester Wigg of course."

"But why would you make that ridiculous declaration?"

"Because he sexually mistreated you, horribly so. God Jennifer are you on dope?"

"No and you know I'm not that way inclined. Mom today for the first time in my life I've had real sex and it was fabulous. I'm besotted by the man and have asked can I live with him."

Her parents looked shocked.

"Are you out of your mind?" asked her father.

"Of course not but mom please don't interfere in my love life. Call Chess and apologize for your outrageous behavior and invite Chess to dinner tonight."

"I will not and you are not to associate with him again. God Jennifer he's one year older than me. Bob please call your daughter to heel."

Bob looked shifty and muttered something.

"What was that?"

"I was saying Jennifer is old enough to decided with whom to have sex."

"With whom nothing. That man is too big and too old for Jennifer."

"Bullshit. He's only an inch taller than Jenny but I would have to admit he's quite a bit heavier but women are designed to take a heavier man. I can't understand what's gotten into you. You upset Chester earlier and he almost ended up punching out my lights."

"His penis is too big for Jennifer, that's what I mean."

"How the hell do you know that unless you've gone down on him? You haven't done that have you Erica?"

"Of course not," she lied. "Don't be so foul. Omigod, what a mess."

"Can you tell a guy's penis size just by looking at his nose or something?"

"Bob Penny, don't be so ridiculous," Erica said, beginning to cry and Bob went and comforted her and Jennifer sighed.

When Erica had calmed she said to her daughter, "What about Stephen?"

"What about him?"

"It was supposed to be your engagement party tonight."

"Well Stephen can find someone else to accept his engagement ring. He's not far advanced from being a teenage. I've found myself a real man."


Lawyer Seeks Good Sex Life



Erica still refused to invite Chester to dinner. Jennifer only just managed to duck under her mom's slapping hand after suggesting her mom was jealous because Chess was now fucking the daughter instead of the mother.

"Stand still when I'm slapping you," Erica complained. "God you are such a slut."

"I wonder how is it you can so readily identify a slut?" Jennifer goaded and skipped well clear of her mom who gritted, "You little bitch."

During dinner Bob called for calm. "I don't wish to lose my daughter over this."

"If it comes to Chester versus me, Jennifer will chose me," Erica asserted and when she looked up to see both her husband and daughter staring at her with a raised eyebrow she burst into tears.

"Erica stop this foolish behavior," Bob roared. "Let us all act like adults."

She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"That's better," Bob said. "Erica tomorrow you call Chester and invite him to dinner and help Jennifer to pack and on Saturday I'll rent a relocation trailer and we'll shift her to Chester's home providing that decision to cohabit stands."

"It will. When caught in absolute ecstasy I asked Chess to marry me but he suggested it would be prudent either him coming to live with me here or me shifting in with him so we can see if our relationship will endure despite our age difference."

"Eeek I'm not having him living here. You shift in with him Jennifer."

Bob looked at his wife suspiciously and asked, "Why are you so set against Chester living here?"

"I don't want him here, you know I like roaming around with little or nothing on in the house at times."

"Ah yes and we could fuck wherever we wish in the house with Jennifer gone," Bob grinned.

"Do you guys still fuck?" their daughter teased and was delighted to see their embarrassment.

After a gin and three wines Erica was left with the confidence to bring her phone to the table and to call Chester.

"Hi I apologize for being so abusive to you earlier today but my darling daughter looked in pretty bad shape. She's completely normal now and asked me to invite you to dinner tomorrow night to um, I suppose to prove to you I've buried the hatchet. Oh that's lovely, 6:30 for drinks would be fine."

* * *

Walt had been unable to have lunch with Chester because he was out as part of the crew on the search and rescue boat on the lake. Boats from other less fortified marinas on the western side of the lake had been ripped from their moorings and swept out into the 24-mile wide lake. Bob went to their home for dinner and was pleased to catch up with Caroline, Walt's wife who was a retired lawyer. Chester had purchased her law practice at the time of her retirement.

With whiskies poured they watched the videos.

"Omigod," Caroline said, watching the capping crash into the wheelhouse window. If that hadn't been toughened glass it would have shattered and our launch probably would have gone down for the second time. This is marvelous Chester, incredibly well done. Who was the second camera operator?"

"My PA, Bob and Erica Penny's daughter."

"Oh Jennifer," Caroline said. "I must write her a cheque. You of course will share in the spoils. Restoration of The Lady of the Lake cost us $115,567. It is all receipted and the work was done in accordance to the recommendations of a highly reputable marine surveyor. We will be seeking a further $150,000 from those bastards at that insurance company for contemptuously rejecting our claim that was supported by your well thought out theory."

Next evening Chester kissed both Erica and Jennifer and Bob's eyes watered when handed a bottle of red and he read the label, a really top-shelf wine from South Australia.

With aperitifs served, Chester related his conversations from the previous evening with Walt and Caroline Peabody and said he'd been retained to negotiate with the defaulting insurance company on their behalf and if unsuccessful to sue the company for costs and damages in the High Court.

"Oh Caroline wrote out this cheque in appreciation for the weather research work you did Jennifer and going out with me diligently each time a big storm arrived."

"Well I was being paid some of the time and being out film was fun. Omigod."

"What?" inquired her mom.

"Mrs Peabody's appreciation is a payment of $10,000."

Conversations during the meal progressed well until Bob said jovially, "Well tomorrow's Monday and you two will be back together at work without a tough case to break."

"Actually periods of difficulty and complexity arise all the time in the legal profession Bob," Chester said. ""Never a dull moment, so to speak."

"Well life won't be dull with you having to merge Jennifer into your bachelor's household."

Chester cut his beef, head down, and didn't answer for a moment until, "Well actually that is something I have to discuss with your daughter."

"What is it Chester, have you gone cold on the idea of me moving in with you?"

"Well now that you mentioned it, yes. It's the age difference you see. It's not only what my neighbors might think but I'm even more concerned about what people at the office might think, my clients and other people I deal with."

Jennifer, turning white, asked icily, "Don't you think you ought to have thought that through before you had sex with me and suggested I move in with you?"

"My recollection is you suggested it but I'd agree I was all for it, er, at the time."

"But not now."

"No."

"You bastard."

"I deserve that rebuke."

"Thanks for dinner mother, good night dad, good night Chester," Jennifer said and left the room for her bedroom.

"Well any uncertainty about that unbalanced liaison appears to have terminated," Bob said cheerfully.

Chester pushed his unfinished meal away and said he'd better leave.

"Well that's the best suggestion I'd think you'd made all weekend," Erica smiled. "Off you go."

Chester stood and thanked the couple for their hospitality and left.

Remaining at the table, Bob and Erica sipped their wine.

"Thank god that piece of insanity is over. Do you think Jenny will stay on working with him?"

"No."

"You know Erica, you would be far better suited to Chess than Jenny and you know how you like fucking."

Erica sat rather shocked, deep in thought.

Later she went into console her daughter and found Jennifer was on the Internet happily viewing a disgusting porn film.

"Omigod, what are they doing."

"It's called DP mom, meaning double penetration."

"You know darling, I really did live a sheltered life but believed I was absolutely semi-depraved when I began to regularly engage in French kissing."

"Wow mom, you must have been hot. Look I have saved this film to hard-drive so can watch it anytime. I've decided to resign from my job, find new work, become engaged to Stephen and urge him to make it a short engagement. I need to carve out a life for myself and not have others attempting to do it for me. I'll suggest to Stephen we set the wedding day about three months after we become engaged. Everyone will think I'm pregnant but who cares?"

"Well what ever you say dear. The two mothers will dearly love a wedding."

CHAPTER 2

Mrs Samuels, the administration officer, handed Chester her top six pick from the thirty-seven applications received for his replacement PA.

"I suggest you interview all six, including one that will really surprise you. All are suitably qualified but I have no idea of their physical attributes and whether they are open to immoral suggestions or whatever you desire of your PA. Four are unmarried.

"Why don't you interview then and pick one for me."

"No you must make your selection on several considerations including compatibility. You had wonderful compatibility with Jennifer."

"Yeah but she looked for greener fields. Look please arrange the interviews and I want you to sit in with me and we'll combine to make the final choice, with me being boss having the casting vote."

"Very well but expect me to judge by personal appearance, professionalism and personality and not by the size of whatever and how she walks and how short are her skirts."

"Oh no, I wouldn't expect you to do that but you can expect me to give due consideration to such attributes.

Chester flicked through his copy of the resume of applications and one shocked him: the applicant was Erica Penny.

He grinned. No way would he have that hot-headed bitch working with him. She'd be telling him he had dandruff and would ask were his underpants clean.

Erica interviewed astonishing well and after all the applicants had left he and Sarah Samuels sat on the leather sofa in his office over a bottle of wine and debated their thoughts on the six interviews.

They dropped off the applicants until only two were left. That had taken two hours and Chester knew he could shorten the process by saying he had too many objections to accept Mrs Penny but then Sarah would ask where had those objections suddenly materialized from. No he'd let the selection take its course based solely on professional assessment.

* * *

The mental acrobatics that could consume women no longer surprised Bob Penny because he had a wife who was an ace at mental acrobatics, mood swings and she could turn in half of her own width, er of something like that. But Erica still floored him when she told him she'd been short-listed after applying for their daughter's job.

"But you hate Chester Wigg for the way he plowed our daughter?"

"Well initially but then I found Jennifer though it had been a memorable experience in her march into womanhood.

That was sufficient to send Bob's mind reeling. He said well it was her choice and then he said thoughtfully, "Has Chester ever screwed you?"

"No," she lied, successfully she thought but her husband suspected her of lying. He then tried to rationalize that perhaps she'd been on heat and didn't think that counted as having calculated sex with another man.

Bob discussed that with his secret lover (his sister) and she said if Bob was having it off he couldn't very well blame his wife for doing the same thing. Bob who managed a local tours company, found he couldn't refute that logic.

Two days later when he arrived home Erica pounced and said she'd secured the job and the salary was bigger than she expected. They had sex on the kitchen table, another bout on the living room floor and the final crack at it while watching the 6:30 news on TV. Bob was left feeling relieved she didn't successfully apply for a new job every day.

Over dinner he asked had Chester chosen her for the size of her breasts compared with the other five finalists.

"I wouldn't think so. Two of them had bigger boobs than mine. Anyway Sally Samuels appeared to lead the interview. You play golf occasional with her husband Benny."

"Oh yeah. She's a good sort."

* * *

Erica dressed conservatively for her first day on the job, not wishing to excite Chester if she was capable of doing that and not wishing to get offside with the other females in the office and not to attract unwanted attention from other males.

"Hi," Chester said as she walked into his office to be briefed about her duties. "What was your first thought as you walked in here?"

Erica's resolve to play it cool collapsed. She decided to be daring.

"I wondered how long it would take before you asked me to suck your cock."

Chester's reaction disappointed her. His face remained passive and he said, "Are you overly nervous about working with me and feel compelled to try to get alongside me? Well it's unnecessary. We did fuck once but you had a reason. Today any reason you may have to repeat that event is probably lame, even pathetic."

Erica decided she'd made a mistake attempting to stimulate his interest in her but it could be a mistake to opt out now that she had his attention but she didn't want him lecturing her. 

"I'm not getting enough sex at home."

"I see but ask why are you sharing that intimacy with me?"

"I wish to commence here with an open working relationship with you. I don't necessarily require you to have sex with me but I want it known to you that I desire to have sex with you and by telling you that you'll be constantly half-primed."

"Are you sure about that?"

She smiled confidently and answered no.

"Do you play games?"

Erica wasn't sure. Did he mean he wanted to handcuff her or something like that?

"I'm not sure about my answer because that's a huge open question."

"Well for example consider this. That door over there leads to a room about the size of a built-in wardroom. It's where I can change my shirt and contains a washbasin and toilet. You are free to use it. A game I'd like to play with you is to ask you each day when you arrive at work to go in there and remove your bra and panties and hover around me all day in just your dress or a top and skirt, plus stockings and shoes and you give me permission to play with your pussy or tits whenever I wish."

Erica said she thought she'd be comfortable with that. It wasn't depraved, just a little quirky. However if that little game led to him eventually to have sex with her then the pettiness of the game would evaporate.

"I like your thinking. Will you be comfortable being without a bra at your work station outside my office?"

"I think so. If not I'll talk to you about it."

Chester said he wanted her to reply truthfully. "Do you regard what I have been proposed as immoral or offensive?"

"Not at all. Right now I think it's playful, a rather cozy relationship that I should enjoy. You playing with my pussy will arouse me and I'll really like that. If you make me wet I won't mind. I'll keep a hand towel close by." 

"Well enough of our quirkiness. Let me outline your duties and how to basically execute them."

Arriving at work next morning Erica went obediently into the closet in Chester's office and removed her bra and panties. He was at his desk when she emerged and he smiled and said, "All done."

She smiled hesitantly and firmly said yes.

"Good, come and help me with this billings. You tick them off this list and confirm the times spent with each client as I read out entries in my diary. Take close attention because from today you will prepare the list off my diary and I'll then rely on you to check it for accuracy. The worst thing we can do to a client is to over-charge or to charge for service not delivered and the worst thing we can do to me is to miss charging a client or under-charging."

"I understand."

"I thought you would. It's one of the differences between a bright and eager young woman and a more mature and experienced woman."

Erica was left wondering was that a comparison between mother and daughter or was simply a sexual musing?

After three days without Chester stroking her pussy or plucking a nipple, Erica began wondering was she unappetizing to him or was he grieving the loss of her daughter. But driving home that night it all fell into place in her mind. Omigod he was involved in humiliating her and turning her into a sex slave.

Omigod.

Erica was so worried about it that she almost confessed everything to Bob when he arrived home but then she smelt the odors of sexual secretions on him and that was the end of that urge to unbundled. Not surprisingly Bob wasn't interest in sex that night and in bed after attempting to figure out which one of her friends was likely to roll over for Bob, Erica she began thinking of her more pressing predicament.

She decided she deserved to be humiliated. She'd totally humiliated Chester when he'd arrived with Jennifer who was suffering acute exhaustion from excessive sex. But later her daughter claimed she'd welcomed Chester plowing her unrestrained, leaving Erica aware she'd made a fool of herself by wrongly abusing Chester.

Erica then concluded Chester was messing her about because the poor guy was attempting to set up a good sex life but she was now aware he was hopeless at managing women. He'd not learned that possessing a dick the size of a small horse was not sufficient to buy a ticket into sex heaven.

Feeling much happier and sexually aroused Erica hit Bob awake and told him to shower because she wanted sex.

"Can't sex wait till tomorrow night?"

"No. You can return to bed showered and just spread with a boner and I'll help myself."

"Oh shit," Bob said as he stumbled off.

God men could be so unappreciative at times at the lengths a woman would go to give them sexual gratification, Erica sighed.

* * *

Chester sat lonely at home nursing a whisky and ruminating. He'd been staggered when learning Erica had applied to become his PA, the same woman who'd recently berated him savagely for having sex with her adult daughter.

They'd gone through primary and high school at the same time and although he was a year older at high school Erica Brown as she was then was promoted into the class he was in after tests indicated that's where she ought to be. He went on to university to study law but Erica became day receptionist at her grandparent's motel where she stayed until marrying Bob Penny. Bob had arrived at Lake Plume and drove one of the small buses operated by a local tourism company. Chester didn't know him but had heard Bob being described as dull, friendly and a bit of a plodder.

Well as it turned out Erica stood out as the top applicant in terms of being best suited for the position as his PA and was well qualified to take on semi-executive duties. She didn't need to work because Chester, as executive of her maternal grandparents estate, knew she'd inherited the motel. He also knew is was the second top motel in the town and was impressive as a profit-center. Erica had leased the motel to a guy with a good track record in motel management and she'd stopped working. Now she was back working, with Chester.

He rubbed his chin and thought why? Being bored at home would be the logical explanation. But was it? Had daughter Jennifer urged her to apply for the position after Jennifer had resigned? If so why?

When Erica had arrived in his office for her final interview, Chester had watched her closely and observed she looked at the desk, right in the place where she'd once bent over and he'd fucked her, and she'd smiled. Just briefly but she'd smiled. What the hell did that mean?

Chester had concluded she had not been disgusted she'd used her pussy to persuade him to hire her daughter. Chester was pleased that he could manage women skillfully. Well they were rather obedient creatures and responded well to authority. He decided she ought to be humbled for her outrageous treatment of him over her daughter being fucked legless. But how? Well the intelligent thing was to attempt to implement it as soon as possible but waiting until she presented the opportunity.

Erica had given him that sexually suggestive opening within a few minutes on her first day at the office and he pounced, asking her not to wear a bra and panties and he was not surprised she cooperative but he was surprised that a 47-year old woman would cooperate rather than try to stove his head in. Well obviously she was keen to commit adultery with him on a regular basis.

To humble her he had to leave her stew, moving around him all day without panties and her unrestrained tits wobbling and worrying why he wasn't touching her.

Thinking about pushing up her self-lubing pussy made Chester feel dizzy and so he went to bed and read a book about the economic struggle of fishermen in the North Sea. That settled him and he went to sleep relaxed and unworried about the exploitation of fish resources in the North Sea on the other side of the world.

Driving the short distance from home to the office next morning, Chester felt it was time to end Erica's training in how to feel humble. She would now feel ready for sexual exploitation.




Lawyer Seeks Good Sex Life



At 9:30 Chester returned from a meeting with his team of three lawyers and found Erica bent slightly over his desk arranging flowers. Fresh flowers were delivered to the firm each Monday morning and at midday on Thursdays.

Chester came up behind her and said softly, "It's only me" and ran a hand under her skirt and cupped a warm, trimmed pussy.

Erica appeared to be wheezing and her knees parted significantly.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she wheezed.

He inserted a finger and she pushed back on to his hand.

Erica's phone went and she took the call, her tongue folding back over her top lip as she felt Chester's long finger stroke over the sensitive opening of her vagina. The office had clients living up to 75 miles away and Mr Stokes had arrived ten minutes late after being delayed in his 60-mile journey.

"Old Mr Stokes has arrived."

"Oh dear," Chester sighed. You best go out and wheel him in but here, suck this finger first."

Erica obeyed simply because it was one of the foul things a guy could do to a woman and she just loved the naughtiness of it and could tolerate the taste.

"Hi Charlie," Chester beamed, as Erica 'wheeled' him in.

"Glad to see you have a more refined woman as your manager Chess. That other young strumpet was all leg and tit."

Erica, standing by the door behind the 70-year old fit farmer who lived with a woman half his age, pulled up her top and wiggled her tits at her gaping boss.

"You'll catch a fly hanging your mouth open like that Chess," Charlie chuckled.

"Coffee Mr Stokes?" Erica said sweetly.

"No I want tea."

Chess said, "Sorry Charlie you know this firm serves only coffee."

"Tea it is Mr Stokes. I have purchased a packet especially for our top clients like you."

"Oh thanks," Charlie said, turning to watch Erica disappear out of the door. Her ears burned when he heard him say, "Chess with a butt plug up that great ass and a fat length up her front, that woman probably could last half the night."

* * *

Erica met her sister for lunch and noted the 50-year old Thelma was blooming.

"Are you on a health diet?" Erica asked. 

"Thanks darling," Thelma said kissing her sister. "The truth is I've taken on a lover and for the first time in my life I feel I'm getting enough sex to satisfy me and make me happy."

"Who's the lucky guy?"

Thelma was aware she couldn't speak the truth and say Erica's husband. "Oh just a guy who says his wife doesn't understand him."

"Oh yeah? That line will always appeal to the other woman."

"He's big into anal. I'm getting used to it. Have you tried it?"

"No," lied Erica and wondered why her sister was smiling so smugly.

"How are the three rental properties going that you inherited from gran?"

"Quite well but maintenance costs are a bit of a drag. However the value of their old house had risen sharply and Sid and I are thinking of shifting out because it's old and draughty."

"Yes and without character. Remember you thought you'd got the best inheritance deal?"

"Yeah, want to swap."

"No thanks. Is Sid still living off you?"

"Yeah he says he'll find another job but doesn't really look."

"I'll ask Bob to give him a job."

"Er no thanks. I er don't want Sid working in tourism."

"Then make him work on the maintenance of your rental properties and repair and paint your home ready for sale. He was maintenance supervisor at one of his former jobs."

"Oh yeah, great idea. Poor Sid," Thelma laughed.

Erica returned to work idly wondering if it were her husband who was up her sister's fat ass. She suddenly thought that might explain why Thelma hadn't told her the guy's name; what a bitch. Well she only had to wait patiently and loudmouth Thelma would let something slip.

* * *

Bob eyed his wife aggressively. "I'm telling you I don't want you going to Wellington with Chester Wigg."

"Get off my back darling, this is an overnight business trip and the Peabody's are flying with us and staying at the same hotel."

"But Mrs Peabody who's a retired lawyer could sort through the papers to hand to Wigg and print out stuff off the computer and take notes while he deals with the insurance company executives and their legal team."

"Bob she's slowed down and in this kind of face-up we have to be on our toes."

"Well you're not going and that's the end of that."

"Why are you fucking my sister?"

"How the hell did you find that out," Bob yelled and then his face crumbled and he squeaked, "Jesus."

"You're a disgusting man Bob Penny but please don't tell her I know and keep on with her because it's years since I've seen her looking as good as she does now. You must be good for her and obviously she's taken to anal."

"Anal?"

"Bob please don't be pathetic. You know you prefer anal to front entry."

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Say nothing and keep on what you're doing."

"A-are you having sex with Chess?"

"No and that's the truth."

"Um I have no objection to you going with him to Wellington to work. If he fucks you then I guess it won't be your fault."

"Thanks Bob. Oh while I remember you were pining for a new outboard motor for your boat. I see the Mercury agent has some on sale. Get what you want providing it's on sale. I'll pay half."

"Oh Erica, you little beauty. That's wonderful."

* * *

The Peabody's had decided to stay with friends rather than at the hotel and when Chester booked in, leaving Erica to keep an eye on the luggage, he said to the receptionist, "Premium rooms for Mr C Wigg and Mrs E Penny please."

The woman made the search and then said, "This is a little confusing. I can only find a suite booked for Mr and Mrs Chester Wigg of Lake Plume.

Red-faced, Chester muttered, "Er that's us."

"No problem sir. Rest assured we fully protect the confidentiality of our guests."

He returned to Erica grinning and said he hoped the suite had a good view.

"Who's going to be looking for a view?" Erica said sweetly.

Chester tipped the bellboy and as he was leaving a waiter arrived with a trolley loaded with salmon and chicken dishes, chocolates, a bowl of fruit and two bottles of champagne.

"Obviously there's been some mistake," Chester said.

The waiter looked at Erica who said, "No this order is correct. Please leave everything on the coffee table by the far windows."

"This is lavish," Chester said, returning from the bathroom.

"One bottle of champagne comes with us ordering a suite," Erica said. "If you don't think I'm worth it send everything back."

"Good heavens no. It's my treat."

"Great, let's remove our clothes."

Chester looked askance but croaked, "Okay but you go first."

He got down two glasses of the wine while watching Erica do a slow strip. By the time she was done with that he was more than ready.

"We ought to prepare for this afternoon's meeting."

"We are fully prepared and have rehearsed," Erica said mildly. "I have the start of a pot belly and so well do you. Come on."

He fiddled with his shirt buttons."

"And we both show a bit of flab in other places."

"Oh heck," Chester said and pulled his shirt off, dropped his trousers and kicked them off and pulled down his briefs and out popped a half-mast erection that had Erica swept by a hot flush.

"Bring that dick over here," she commanded and Chester stepped to her quickly, hands out wide and aiming for her big drooping boobs.

They were away, bent on having sex, for better or for worse.

Perhaps Erica voiced rather too many instructions/suggestions but they were both apprehensive and it worked okay quite okay, both managing a noisy, grunting release.

"We must do this more often," Chester said, swallowing semen she'd scooped off her tits.

"Oh yes," Erica cooed as she licked the head of his dick and then went to the bathroom, dripping.

The meeting that afternoon was orderly and goodwill between both parties was apparent because it was obvious that if this attempt to reach settlement failed the dispute would enter the public arena via a High Court hearing.

At lunch after the three-hour meeting ended, with the insurance company to announce its decision at 10 am next morning, the Peacock's complimented Chester on the strength and logic of his oratory in support of the digital evidence he produced and which was viewed at the meeting.

"I think the company's legal guys were floored by the clarity of the filming by Chester and my daughter," Erica said.

"Very true," Carline Peacock said. "I saw the look on their faces as well. We will get our costs reinstated but I can't said I'm that confident about handing offer our claim for damages to cover duress, suffering and damage to Walt and my reputations within our tight knit community for allegedly making an unjustified insurance claim under the specific terms of the policy we had. The company insinuated he'd being involved in an act of sabotage to win money for a complete refit of our launch."

"I'll be invited to make any further submissions in the morning before the company reveals its decision," Chester said. "I'll point out if our claim for damages is not fully met we shall have our day in court when with the media present we'll be really outspoken using such words as 'insurance company arrogance', insensitivity and unprofessional and appalling negligence in not attempting itself to prove to its satisfaction whether a storm spike might have caused the sinking."

"Wow, that should make those bastards sit up and listen," Walt chortled.

Chester and Erica caught their early afternoon flight to Lake Plume next day highly satisfied. The Peacocks were staying on in the capital.

"What a wonderful result," Erica cooed. "Payment in full of all receipted expenses as set out in the schedule and authenticated by the marine surveyor involved and 85% of the claim for damages to be accepted as a full and just final settlement. Well done Mr Wigg."

"I had thought they would offer to meet 60% of the combined damages claim and was surprised when the offer was 80% and when I got that lifted to 85% Caroline instructed me to accept, Walt agreeing with her. Well he knew we'd loaded some of those damages claims."

"Chess is my future working in your firm certain?"

"Hell yes."

"Well I've been thinking about gaining legal qualification to assist you more with your workload. I've made enquiries and found I can apply to study for an online legal executive [para-legal] qualification. It's a 38-week course that starts in late summer and I'd graduate with a diploma."

"Oh that's a wonderful idea and of course the firm would sponsor you. We sponsored Maggie who went on to gain her full law degree. Talk to her about it."

Later in the flight Chester again thanked Erica for assisting him at the meeting. "It was tense and with the need to pick up documents for cross-referencing you assisted in that regard faultlessly. You are a better manager than I am."

"Well try managing a family. That helps."

Chester laughed and asked had she thought about moving in with him.

"Yes and alas I must say I'm not ready for that to happen. I wish to wait for the right time."

"Oh and when will that be?"

"I would have said some time after Jennifer's wedding. She and her former boyfriend are about to announce their engagement."

"That sounds reasonable."

"But in the meantime I'd like to think you will lock your office door and invite me to the sofa. Also Bob often goes away on fishing and golf weekends or to motor racing and if you with I could stay with you then."

"Okay. Something is better than nothing and so I'll accept doing it your way."

"Um I suspect Bob has found a girlfriend. His behavior with me, including demands for sex, has changed."

"And what do you think about that?"

"I haven't caught them at it or had any of my friends tell me who she is but it's quite possible something will happen."

Something did happen, seven months later when Erica was five months into her legal executive course. Her sister's husband learned that his wife was having an affair and caught them at it but Bob managed to flee. Harvey had recognized him in the dark and followed Bob home and as Bob was getting out of his car Harvey pounced and hit him across the back with a piece of wood. Bob gritted and managed to take the wood off Harvey and then beat him savagely, concussing him, breaking his jaw and breaking both wrists as Harvey attempted to defend himself.

Erica called an ambulance and the police arrived and arrested Bob and Harvey was placed under police guard at the hospital. Erica called Chester and asked him to come and sort it out.

He arrived and said, "Well I guess something has happened."

Erica was herself partly shocked after calling her sister who was now at the hospital with Harvey. "What?"

"This is a result of Bob's philandering isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"When we were flying home from Wellington you said you guessed something will happen."

Erica burst into tears.

"What's wrong?"

"Chester the guy who arrived here and began beating up my husband before Bob disarmed him and beat the crap out of him with the batten is my brother. The woman at the center of this is my sister."

"Oh Christ, Chester said as he moved in to hug Erica and stroke her hair, ignoring the gathering of people for the moment although guessing some may have been witnesses and he'd have to talk to them after the two policemen had finished taking details from them.

Bob agreed to plead guilty in court to unlawful assault, thus enabling Chester to persuade the Crown prosecutor and police to drop the more serious charge of attempted grievous bodily harm and thus the case was heard before a judge that afternoon. Bob was convicted and sentenced to 200 hour's community work and payment of $4000 in compensation to his victim. Harvey had been convicted on an assault charge the previous day and sentenced to 200 hours community work. 

Meanwhile Erica had been humiliated by details being published in the local newspaper but was thankful that had occurred two months after Jennifer's wedding. She and Bob agreed to divorce and began proceedings. A day later her sister Thelma secured Harvey's agreement to divorce. Aghast at learning many people regarded Bob as a hero for disarming a bigger man and then beating the crap out of him, Harvey moved away to a larger town in the same district where he found a similar position as a retail manager but at a higher salary than he'd been on at Lake Plume.

* * *

Chester locked his office door and moved over to the sofa. Since returning from Wellington, Erica had by mutual agreement regularly kept on her panties when arriving at work and she knew her earlier colorful thoughts that she'd be treated as a sex slave had been nothing but ridiculous piffle. She waited with a rising pulse rate on the sofa knees apart and her bra undone and hoisted high and with her boy shorts thrown on the floor,

Doing one of his favorite things, Chester dropped to his knees and leaning over began munching Erica's pussy while she writhed on the sofa, muffling her cries of delight. He then began pounding her and Erica came the customary three times before he grunted in his release, spraying over her tits.

After cleaning up Erica unlocked the door and they had coffee on the same sofa, talking as if it were just a normal afternoon break and they were not the victims of a sexual relationship bouncing about incoherently because it had been founded immorally.

Chester smiled and said, "Are you any closer to deciding to move in with me? You are what I need beside me to enjoy a good sex life."

"I think so. What about the night of when we return from Hamilton after I receive my diploma?"

"Oh yes, great thinking."

"By then Bob's and my house ought to have sold at auction and I will be packing ready to move out. My sister told me yesterday she has purchased Harvey's marital share in her house from him and that Bob will move in with her this weekend. Bob has agreed to complete the pre-sale renovations started by Harvey and Thelma and Bob will then look for a house that best suits them. She finds her present house too old and rambling."

"So I have two months before you move in?"

"Yes."

"When you are staying with me this weekend we'll compile a list of things we want done to the property and I'll get that work completed during the next few weeks I'm really looking forward to having you at home to care for and to cherish."

"Oooh Chess."

"And by then you will be my professional assistant."

"Oooh."

"And months after that as soon as we legally can, you'll become my wife."

Erica asked coolly, "Chess is that a proposal?"

"Ooops I've miss that customary bit out, haven't I?"

THE END