Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 11:49:52 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 10

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 10
By
Tappy McWidestance

On Friday Tony (one of the partners not the guy from the theater) told me
to prepare for an interview with the partnership committee to be held next
Tuesday morning. He gave me a list of things the partners would be
assessing (the billing I had brought to the firm, my win/loss ratio, how
many hours I needed the paralegals, etc) and told me there would be a
morning session with him and Steve (another partner) and if they decided to
move forward, an afternoon session with the other two partners, Jeff and
Thomas. In a spirit of openness, they told me they were meeting with two
other associates on Thursday and Friday. Their plan was to meet as a group
on Monday at lunch and decide if any of us would be promoted. I was trying
to assess whether or not he knew about my party activities. If he did, he
gave no clue. I thanked him for the opportunity and began making mental
notes about what information I should prepare.

That night I tried to prepare for the interview, but of course my mind was
on Master James and Liz. Especially since I knew they were local, I didn't
understand why they had not told me to meet them somewhere. I sent him
several messages displaying my desire to serve them, but alas they went
unresponded until about 11:30 when Master sent me a terse reply that he
would call on me when he was ready and needed me.  I responded with a
heartfelt apology and confessed my lust had gotten the better of me. He
told me he would deal with me in the office on Monday. He also told me I
should masturbate and make a video when I came. I liked that idea. He told
me I was to send the video to Liz and that I should confess my desire to
eat her pussy as I climaxed. I wasn't so crazy about that. I was happy to
confess my desire to serve Master James. I knew that meant Liz had whatever
access to my body she desired, but I was still nervous about confessing
that in such an intimate way. But of course, I did it. And of course I sent
her the evidence as quickly as I could before I could chicken out.

Liz never responded so I don't know if she enjoyed the video. I was a bit
disappointed not to get feedback. However, with my lust temporarily
satisfied, I was able to work for a few hours prepping for the interview
and then I turned in for the night. By the time Monday rolled around I felt
well prepared. At least I felt prepared for the interview. I didn't feel
great about any punishment I might receive for having nagged Master
James. Liz still didn't give me any feedback. She said hello to me and was
perfectly nice. I wondered if she knew I had screwed up.

James arrived about 9:30 and went straight back to his office. I expected
him to send for me, but he didn't. I knew I saw him as he walked through
the corridor since we had made eye contact. Right on time at 11:30 when she
went on her lunch break, I saw Liz walking toward his office. I remember
thinking she is a lucky girl to be his preferred sub in our company. I
tried to wait patiently, but I was on pins and needles. Finally at noon my
phone chirped with a message to "get my ass back here." I didn't know what
was in store for me, but I was about to find out.

I knocked on Dean's office door and was told to come in. Liz was splayed on
the couch. She was naked and looked like she had been rode hard. Her eyes
were unfocused. Dean had obviously ravaged her. I looked at him for
guidance.

"Get between her legs and clean her so she can go back to work," he
commanded me. I dropped to my knees. As my face moved close to her oozing,
well-used pussy, I first noticed his smell and then saw the evidence that
he had shot inside of her. His creampie was beginning to drip from deep
inside of her. I quickly lapped my tongue along her labia. She mewed.

I reached with my hands and grabbed her hips to give me better leverage as
I pulled my mouth tightly over her snatch and got to work. I remember
thinking how much I would enjoy being in her position with Dean having
fucked me so well during work. The mixture of their fluids was a unique
taste and one I quite enjoyed. I felt Dean lifting my skirt. Then I felt
him rubbing my sex. It didn't surprise me that he wasn't ready for another
round of fucking so soon. I was happy to have him playing with my pussy,
although his insistence on teasing me instead of bringing me off was
disconcerting. But subs can't be picky. I would have liked to make Liz cum
again. But she was too worn out emotionally and physically. I lapped up
their coital remnants and then licked her inner thighs to make sure nothing
escaped. I worked her for about 10 minutes until she started to come back
to reality. When she was finally recovered and ready to dress, Dean told me
to clean his cock. I quickly obeyed and Liz prepared to go back to her
desk. It didn't take me long to lavish my praise on his manhood. It
twitched a bit, but I could tell he would need more time to recover. I gave
up on my hope he would fuck me. Not that I was complaining about a chance
to have his cock in my mouth, mind you, but I was hoping for more.

By the time Liz was dressed, his cock was cleaned. He dismissed us both,
but I lingered and stared at him trying to convey my need with my eyes. I
didn't want to say anything because I knew when I begged for attention on
Friday it upset him. I could tell he knew exactly what I was doing.  He
stared back at me as I heard Liz open the door and walk out. After she shut
his office door again, he spoke. "If you are going to stay, then strip."
That was a command I was happy to obey.

I quickly removed my clothes, folded them and neatly placed them on the arm
of the couch. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I just stood facing him. I
could tell that Dean the IT guy who had just fucked our company
receptionist had transformed into Master James the kinky Dom. He opened his
briefcase and took out several items. He then waved me over to stand beside
him. I glanced down at the things he took out of his case and
shivered. "Hold your hair up," he told me. That was a precursor to him
buckling a thick leather collar around my neck. He then had me drop my
wrists so he could buckle leather cuffs around them.

The two other items were a bit gag that he quickly secured around my head
to keep me quiet and a blindfold. Shortly after my world went dark, I felt
my arms being raised and pulled behind my head where they were clipped to
the collar. He then told me to spread my legs. Once again I felt his
fingers touching me in a teasing fashion. I moaned, although the gag
efficiently muffled the sound.

"You need to learn how to control your lust," he told me. "If you cum this
afternoon, we are done. I will give you no more time."

By that point I had been trying to grind my pussy on his hand. I'm sure
that was part of his plan to work me up and torment me. I felt his hand
pull away and then a tug on my collar. I could tell he was positioning me
in front of his desk although I had no idea why. I then sensed him moving
away from me and heard his case open again. I didn't have to wait long to
learn about his next devious plan. I felt a belt being wrapped around my
hips.

"I know you enjoy the Hitachi, slut," he told me. "This belt will hold it
in place. The wand is connected to a variable speed control. I have some
work to do, so this will keep you occupied for a while."

I felt the bulbous head press against me. I didn't know how I could keep
from orgasming. The Hitachi always set me off like a rocket. The first buzz
was at full speed and it buckled my legs. "Oops, sorry," he said. "I had
the knob at the wrong end." I knew that was bullshit as I am sure he
planned to just give me a full speed taste before slowing the wand down so
it was barely moving. But given my current state, even barely moving was
difficult to resist. I don't know if Dean was really working or whether he
was just watching, but he didn't say a word. Occasionally the wand would
speed up, but never very fast. At least he was giving me a chance to
succeed. After a minute or so it would slow down again. At that speed I
didn't have to worry about cumming, but it certainly kept my arousal at a
high state.

The next power cycle found the wand moving much quicker. Dangerously
quicker if your goal was not to cum. I bent over toward the desk, at least
where I perceived the desk would be hoping my body language would cause
Dean to have mercy on me. It didn't and the speed increased again. I moaned
through the gag. Then the vibrations stopped completely. I was panting.

"I'll make a deal with you slave," he began. "You've been good so far, but
I know you are struggling. I'm going to turn it on full speed. If you can
last a minute without cumming, I will continue as your Master."

I started to mumble my acceptance of his challenge, but then realized he
didn't ask me an actual question. So I nodded. Instantly the want went on
full speed. I howled into the gag and I could feel tears begin to stream
down my face from under the gag. I wanted to cum so hard and I knew I
could. But I wanted to be a good girl too. I tried to think of anything but
the situation I was in to distract my brain from my fast approaching
uncontrollable orgasm. It wasn't easy because every thought quickly led
back to Master James and how I had changed, for the better, since I first
talked to him online. For his part, he was helping me focus by counting
down the time remaining. Fifty seconds, then forty, then thirty. By that
point I didn't think I would make it. By twenty I was bending over again
trying to take at least a little pressure of the wand on my clit off. It
wasn't working. At ten seconds he started counting the individual
numbers. Ten, nine, eight, but to me it was a countdown not to my success
and release from this torment, but to my orgasmic release and failure to
obey. By the time he had reached five I had given up. I was going to cum
and he was going to dump me. Then the miracle happened. The vibration
stopped.

I heard Dean count the final numbers. It was still hard not to climax as he
had conditioned me to cum when the count stopped. But without the incessant
buzz of the wand, I was somehow able to hold back. He didn't say a word one
way or the other about the experience. I felt him remove the Hitachi
belt. I was relieved. He then unhooked my wrist cuffs from my collar and
removed the gag. He left the collar and blindfold on. "Use your fingers on
your clit and nipples. Tease yourself for three minutes. Do it well and I
may let you cum."

That was a command I was happy to obey, although I had to be careful not to
be too aggressive with my tingling naughty parts. If I ever slowed down too
much, Dean would urge me to play with myself more vigorously. Of course I
risked climaxing when I did that so I had to try and figure out a technique
that made me look like I was being more wanton than I really was being. I'm
sure he could tell, but he didn't comment. Without the gag I knew he could
tell from my sounds exactly what I was feeling. This time he didn't count
down. I shocked myself by lasting the whole three minutes. My whole body
was on fire. I wanted to plunge my fingers into my pussy and make myself
cum. When he told me to stop I cried out.

"Whom does that cunt belong to?" he asked. I am sure you know my response.

"And when does it get used?" he continued. "Only when you say," I
confessed.

"And are you going to call me begging again?" he asked with a leading
tone. "No master," I blurted out proudly.

"Then touch yourself again and show me what kind of slut I own," he
commanded. I obeyed.

Moments later, with his approval still ringing in my ears, I came with an
incredible force and intensity. I ended up lying in a heap on his floor. I
imagine I had much the same look as Liz did after he had finished with
her. My pussy and clit were pulsating and my nipples were as hard as they
ever had been. As I lay there recovering I though about what a glorious
session it had been. With just a few words, he had reduced me to a
quivering mess. He had a gift.

I was spent emotionally the rest of the day. I tried to focus on my work,
but it was difficult. I also gave very little thought to my partnership
meeting the next day. I knew being on the partnership track was an honor
and I should have taken it more seriously, but my Master had used me so
wonderfully, my mind and spirit kept going back to him. I wished he had
called me back to his office before the end of the day for another session,
but alas he didn't. I tried to keep tabs on Liz to see if she got a return
visit, but I didn't notice one. Yes I was a bit jealous that she got more
attention from him than I did. But I also loved when he commanded us to
play together and I would have been happy to do that again as well.

Tuesday morning found me in the office bright and early, a large coffee in
hand and a short skirt, stockings and heels adorning my body. I looked
professional, but I also knew I looked sexy and I wasn't above reminding
the partners that I was the only woman being interviewed. Tony and Steve
didn't mention the way I was dressed, but I did catch them looking at my
legs. Overall the interview was pretty much as I expected. It was all
business and they grilled me about my performance and why I thought I would
make a good partner. It was grueling, but satisfying. I felt confident by
the time the interview ended two hours later that I had answered everything
to the best of my ability. They said they were having a working lunch to
discuss the candidates and those who move on would be notified after lunch
to schedule the next round.

I retreated to the safety of my office to decompress from the stress of the
interview. But my solitude didn't last. Liz joined me after a few minutes
and locked the door behind her. She had a small bag with her and a
mischievous grin.

"Master thought you might need to relax after your big interview," she told
me. "Slip off your panties and let me help."

I didn't need to be told twice and quickly stood, unzipped my skirt and
then dropped my panties. She walked up to me and gave me a passionate
kiss. My knees began to buckle. She then reached into the bag.

"I'm going to make you squeal," he promised. "I don't want you making any
noise."

I watched as she pulled out a red ball gag with leather straps. I offered
no resistance as she pushed it into my mouth and strapped it around my
head. How far I had come in such a short time as to be gagged in my office,
nearly naked and dripping with anticipation that our receptionist was about
to bring me off. I never even considered that it was 11:15 in the morning
and the office was full. When she told me to sit in my chair and spread my
legs, I did so without hesitation. I then watched as she grabbed a cushion
off my office couch and casually tossed it at my feet.

I cannot describe the electricity I felt as her tongue first touched my
labia. I had become conditioned to be a service slut and here I was being
serviced myself by the beautiful and sexy Liz. The juxtaposition was not
lost on me as I looked down on her as she lazily lapped at my pussy and the
copious amount of juice that was flowing out of it. I then let my head lean
back against my chair as I surrendered to the glorious feeling. Liz was
right to gag me. Even though I was completely relaxed and not shouting, as
I tended to do with Master, I was moaning almost continually into the
gag. I relished in not having to worry about not being heard. Liz was
taking her time with me, allowing my body to build its arousal organically
and didn't try to bring me to orgasm too soon. Her ministrations allowed
wave after wave of pleasure to wash over me. My head was spinning with
pleasure. I never wanted it to end.

Liz was between my legs for a good 15-20 minutes. I figured she would soon
start fingering me and rubbing my clit to get me off. But alas, the ringing
of my phone put an end to that dream. Looking at the caller ID it showed
Steve's office. I quickly reached up and unbuckled the gag. I tried
squeezing my legs together to get Liz to stop, but she used her hands to
push them back apart. I had to pick up the call with her still licking my
pussy. I doubt Steve understood why I sounded a bit out of breath.

He told me there was a question they forgot to ask me. He said the answer
would determine if I moved on in the partner track. I asked him what he
wanted to know. He responded that it was better if I came to his
office. That was obviously a disappointment as Liz had be teetering on the
edge of a lovely climax, but I said I would be right over. When I hung up
the call I playfully hit Liz on the head. I then used more force to push
her away as I stood up. She sat on the floor grinning, her lips coated with
my juice. I reached first to grab my skirt, but before I could grab my
panties, she jumped up and snatched them away from me. She then bolted for
the door. I started after her, but realized I would be in view without my
skirt when she opened the door so I headed toward the wall instead hoping
to be safe from prying eyes. At least she was nice enough to shut the door
on her way out so I could slip my skirt back on without embarrassment.

I wanted to follow her to her desk and retrieve my underwear, but that
would have taken time and possibly caused a scene. Instead, on somewhat
wobbly legs, I headed to Steve's office.  I was nervous and excited, and
not just sexually, as I knocked on the door. I was confident I could
convince Steve to move my candidacy forward on the partnership track. As I
entered the room I was prepared for anything. Anything except perhaps for
his question. After asking me to sit, he asked if the rumors were true
about what happened at the office party. I took a moment to gauge my
answer. He had not asked about a specific behavior but rather a rumor that
I had not heard. I decided to play dumb.

"I have not heard any rumors about the party, Steve," I told him. I wasn't
lying.

"Well, I doubt anybody would ask you directly so I suppose that is true,"
he responded. "Let's just say there is a rumor about a certain additional
party that happened in a bathroom."

I noticed he was being coy about not asking directly as bringing up the
details could be an HR violation if I said he created a hostile work
environment. I paused again. For all I knew he was the one who fucked me so
I had to tread lightly.

"The role of partner is very important," Steve began lecturing me. "Our
conduct is very important, both with clients and in the office. We are
leaders."

"I understand that Steve," I replied. Then I paused again. I was trying to
decide what to say next. Clearly I could not deny that something
happened. But at the same time I didn't want to admit the juicy details in
case the rumors were wrong. I went with being vague and hoped he would drop
the issue.

"I was wearing the Batgirl costume and it was, how do I say it, very tight
in the crotch. It, well, rubbed me in a certain way," I began my
defense. "In fact, after a couple hours," pause, "well in truth, I was so
turned on that I needed to sneak off for some relief. I went downstairs
because I figured going to my office during the party wasn't private
enough."

I tried to frame my indiscretion that I was thinking positively about the
company, which is why I went to the other floor. Steve was listening
without showing an emotion, like a good lawyer in court. I couldn't get a
read from him on whether he was just getting me to tell the story to
titillate him or embarrass me or whether he really thought my behavior was
an issue. He didn't respond, so I felt the need to continue.

"I admit it. I masturbated in the bathroom during the party."

"Is that all?" he asked directly. I took a deep breath.

"No," I said trying to stay defiant even though my whole body wanted to
meekly surrender.

"I was caught," pause, "and well, things got a bit out of hand."

"Were you raped? The rumor mill said you fucked a couple of guys."

He had just given me an out, but claiming it was nonconsensual would have
led to an investigation. Not only would it get messy and ruin the
reputation of everyone involved, but clearly that would be the end of my
partnership dream.

"No it wasn't rape," I confessed. Then without thinking I blurted out, "I
don't know who they were, but I was willing and I enjoyed it."

As the words came out of my mouth I realized I probably sealed my
fate. There is a huge double standard in the corporate world about women's
sexuality and admitting I liked having sex in a bathroom with two strangers
was definitely not partnership material. The partners certainly could brag
about the women they fucked, but for a woman, that kind of behavior was not
to be discussed. I was mentally preparing to clean out my office and start
looking for a job. Steve though for a moment, finding his words.

"As you can imagine, those kind of rumors are not the kind we want floating
around the office and certainly not outside the company. I am sure upstairs
everyone has heard of your exploits, although they probably do not know it
was you specifically. That is good. I am impressed that you told me the
truth. I am sure it was uncomfortable to admit you enjoyed yourself. If we
make you a partner, is this the kind of behavior we can expect from you?"

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the fuck fest or the telling the
truth. I decided to play coy. "Yes, Steve. I always tell the truth," I
replied. He shook his head. Then he stood up and I realized he didn't have
any pants on. His cock was also at half-staff already.

"Let me rephrase counselor," he said as he began moving around his desk to
where I was seated. "Is your behavior in the bathroom the kind we can
expect if we make you a partner?"

It was clear what he wanted. I had a decision to make. My pussy was still
wet and swollen from the attention Liz had given me and Steve, while not
possessing a huge cock was certainly of fine stature. He had made it clear
that my decision in the next few seconds would determine if my name moved
forward in the partnership committee. That of course was a complete HR
violation, but he knew I couldn't bring it up without confessing to my
party activities. I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around
it. I gave it a squeeze and then started stroking it.

"I am a team player Steve," I told him. "Anything I can do for the firm, as
a partner, I am willing to do." I made sure to stress the "as a partner"
part of my answer. A broad smile moved across his face as he put his hand
around the back of my neck.

Steve pulled my head toward him and I happily released his cock and opened
my mouth taking him in until the tip brushed my throat. As you might
expect, any worry of the consequences of my actions were washed away as I
began to bob my head up and down his shaft. He seemed pleased with my
ministrations. He let me work his cock for about a minute before he pulled
out and pointed toward the floor. I quickly dropped to my knees and he sat
down in the chair I had vacated. Being in a subservient position was much
more natural to me and I relished kneeling before him. I worked hard to
give him a great blowjob, alternating between sucking, licking and stroking
his beautiful manhood. I started having a fantasy about me pleasuring him
and having him take an important client call. In my mind he was struggling
not to moan while I teased him. I found that image very hot and it turned
me on to think of repeating todays encounter.

I don't really know how long he lasted. If I had to guess it was about five
minutes before I got my salty reward. He came a lot. It wasn't particularly
thick. It was a bit watery. But what he lacked in quality he more than made
up for with quantity. It was difficult not to let any dribble out of my
mouth. But I was becoming a proficient cocksucker, if I do say so myself,
so I succeeded. Steve stayed in the chair as I licked him clean. He then
waved that I should stand, stood up and tucked himself back into his suit
pants.

"That was acceptable," was all he said. He then reached forward and put his
hand under my skirt. I'm not sure what he expected to find, but I got the
sense he anticipated I probably would have been wearing panties. I don't
think having his fingers find a gushing pussy was expected, but he
certainly smiled at the discovery. I took an audible breath as he took
advantage of the situation to slide his middle finger inside of me. He also
grazed my clit with his thumb causing me knees to buckle slightly. He also
noticed that. Then he pulled his finger out and removed his hand. I was
disappointed, of course. I needed an orgasm and I would have been perfectly
happy to allow him to give me one. Instead he licked my juice of his finger
and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, very acceptable," he repeated. "Tony has some questions for you as
well. Then we will discuss you moving on in the process," he said as a way
of dismissing me. I wish I had time to run to the bathroom and finger
myself to a well deserved and much needed climax, but I knew I was expected
to go straight to Tony's office. When I got there he was on the phone. He
waved me in and pointed to a chair much like Steve had done. When he hung
up the phone, he told me that Steve had given me a good reference after his
private interview. He had a devious smile when he said it. I sighed and got
back on my knees. Tony made no move to stop me from getting in a
subservient position, but he didn't exactly jump at the opportunity to have
me serve him either.

"Susan, I want you to know I don't condone sexual harassment in the
workplace. I also don't care what you did at the party. It was consensual
and between adults. Your actions in the next 15 minutes will have no
bearing on how I vote on the partnership committee. Do you understand?"

"Yes Tony. I understand," I told him. He obviously knew I had confirmed the
bathroom liaison and had just blown Steve. I wouldn't be surprised if Steve
had told him I wasn't wearing panties and how wet my pussy had become,
either. It sounded to me that he was just trying to cover his ass in case I
made things difficult for them if I didn't get the job. He couldn't have
known that I had already decided that wasn't in my best interests. I really
just wanted his cock. But I also figured playing his game was a good idea.

"Fabulous," Tony replied. "Steve told me you're soaking wet. I bet he
didn't bother to give you pleasure. He's like that."

"He did finger me a bit," I confessed. "But he definitely didn't satisfy
me." I made sure to enunciate slowly on the word satisfy.

"I am happy to try and satisfy you, Susan, but we have to be discrete. I
don't think it help either of our reputations to have rumors flying around
the office."

I looked at his desk and saw the framed pictures of his wife and kids. Not
that I have been living the moral high ground, but I was a little
disappointed. Still, that didn't stop me from asking if he wanted to fuck
me.

"Yes I do," was his simple reply. I decided to press him a little to get a
sense of his kink factor and adventure.

"I am a moaner though," I told him. "I get a little loud if I get a good
pounding. You might have to gag me."

He looked at me with inquisitive eyes. I got the impression that was new to
him. I then watched at he scanned the office in an apparent exploration
looking for a makeshift gag.

"Your tie will work fine," I told him with a voice of experience. He
quickly removed it.

"Tie a knot in the center, put the knot in my mouth and then tie it around
my head," I instructed.

"Fine," he replied. "Lift your skirt and bend over my desk."

He voice was more authoritarian, although not in a dom way but with
confidence.

And that was how I ended up getting fucked on a partner's desk. The tie
wasn't very effective, but it served its purpose to arouse me by allowing
me the illusion that he was really in charge. His cock was about as good as
Steve's, that is to say, hard, well sized but not too big and most
importantly, sawing in and out of my overheated pussy.

After the first few strokes he lifted my left leg up onto his desk.  My
legs formed a right angle. With 80% of my weight being supported by my left
leg and my foot in fuck me pumps, I knew I would tire quickly. But the
change in angle of my dripping snatch apparently worked for him because he
increased the pace and force of his thrusts. Of course I didn't mind that a
bit. In fact, you might say I rather liked it. In fact, I even tried to
push back on him to match my thrusts. He didn't like that though.

"You stay still and take what I give you. I'll tell you when to rut like a
bitch in heat," he said a bit too loudly. I immediately became more passive
and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock deep inside of me.

His fucking was primal and savage, just the way I like it. I was actually
quite pleased and began thinking of way to continue visiting him after the
interview process was done. He kept up his furious pace for longer than I
deserved treating me to two nice orgasms along the way. He fucked me right
through them never slowing down. Usually I like a short break during and
after cumming, but his primordial attack on my cunt was so savage I didn't
want him to stop. Not that I had much of a say in the matter. He seemed
determine to just fuck me as hard and fast as he could for as long as he
could. And I loved it. But all good things must come to an end. He must
have sensed his explosion was near because he finally thrusted into me and
held his cock there.

"I am close bitch," he told me. "You're going to rock back and forth and
milk my cock. When I am ready to cum, I'm going to slap your ass. You'll do
your best pornstar imitation and pull off me, spin around and drop to your
knees. If you're quick enough, you can take my cum in your mouth and not
mess up your make-up. If you are too slow, I'm going to cum on your
face. You have seen a porno and know how a good slut takes a load haven't
you?"

"Yes sir," I responded. "I have watched porno (I didn't confess to how
much) and I know what you want me to do.

He pulled his cock back a bit giving me room to thrust back on him. But as
I did, he surprised me and took both of my wrists in his hands and pulled
my arms backward. This had the affect of standing me up instead of lying
across his desk, although I was still bent over. My left leg also dropped
back to the floor. In this position I felt incredibly submissive (a good
thing) and I also to rock on my feet to achieve the proper thrusting motion
he had commanded. I also did my best to squeeze his cock with my pussy and
milk his cum from him. I found this position incredibly arousing. I wished
Liz were there to kneel under me and lick my clit. I would have cum
instantly. I also wish we had started with this position as I knew Tony
wouldn't last that much longer. Unfortunately I was right, although for a
nooner that was probably a good thing.

As promised he slapped my ass and as promised I leaned forward plopping his
cock out of my hole. I scrapped my side and back on the edge of his desk
trying to spin and drop face enough. Although I had learned to love getting
facials at the theater, I didn't want one then. I reached and grabbed his
cock just as he started to swell. I gave him a firm squeeze trying to keep
him from shooting until I could get my lips around the head. It was close,
but I now consider myself a pro at this sort of thing and I captured his
cock in my mouth in the nick of time. Unlike Steve, Tony's cum was thick
and he only shot a few volleys. It was a rather nice contrast actually. I
drank him down easily and then licked his cock clean like a good submissive
slut should always do before I tucked him back into his pants. He thanked
me and walked back around his desk.

"Go back to your office and wait for our decision. You should keep that
pussy wet in case we think of any more questions. You can masturbate, but
don't cum again. We'll call you in a little while and notify you if you are
moving on in the process."



Characters
Susan Ð Attorney
John Ð Husband/bartender
Dean Ð IT Consultant
Liz Ð Receiptionist, sub to Dean
Tony Ð Partner in the firm (Steve, Jeff, Thomas)
James Ð Online Dom