Decision Tree Ð Chapter 12 By Tappy McWidestance
As I walked into the office on Monday morning I was extremely self-conscious of my wardrobe choices. I had followed Thomas' instructions to the letter, as I wanted to show him I could follow direction and be a good choice as partner. Starting with my feet, I was wearing four-inch high stilettos. I had gone out and bought them yesterday just for the occasion. I wouldn't be in court today and didn't have any client meetings to worry about, so unfortunately that meant wearing a tight skirt far to short for modesty. It also meant a sheer blouse with no bra. And while the material was smooth and luxurious, the unencumbered sway of my breasts meant my nipples were constantly rubbing against the material. I am sure you can imagine the result.
When I went shoe shopping yesterday I also picked up several new pairs of stockings and the required garter belts. I felt particularly nasty, in a good way, when I slid them on this morning. Finally, as required, I didn't bother with panties, although I did toss a thong in my purse, just in case.
Walking through the office I realized just how out of place I looked. Liz gave me a smile from the reception desk, but I had the feeling everybody else knew my status had changed. Sure that was just paranoia because there was no way they could really know, but that is what I felt. As I passed each cubical I could feel my co-workers eyes sizing me up. I half expected some of the junior attorneys to grab my ass as I passed them. I even imagined Jill would reach out and spank me. But it was all in my head. I reached my office without incident. And except that I realized I would have to be very careful how I sat not to reveal the garter snaps, to say nothing of revealing my bare pussy, I settled into my normal morning routine of case research and phone calls. In fact, the morning flew by until James called me at 11 to remind me to come to his office. I had been so focused on my work I had forgotten he had told me to come to him earlier than I knew Liz usually did. That is the kind of order I am happy to obey.
Liz was already there. She was naked, no surprise. And James ordered me to eat her until she came. That too was not a surprise. What was a surprise was James didn't have me strip. Actually he didn't touch me at all. After I got Liz off he dismissed me and told me to leave. I was upset. I didn't mind so much that I didn't get his cock since I assumed one of the partners would fill that need later. But I was more upset by the rejection of at least getting to suck him off. I know I give a good blowjob and why wouldn't he want that? Maybe he was going to fuck Liz and didn't want to blow his load, but at least I could have slurped him for a few minutes to get him ready. "Get a grip, Susan," I had to keep telling myself. "Don't blow this out of proportion."
About ten minutes later my phone rang. It was Thomas. My pussy tingled softly when I saw his name on the Caller ID. He asked me to step into his office. I told him I would be right there, jumped up and headed toward my door. The walk was a short one, but my mind had time to quickly envision several scenes that could go down. I knocked on his door and he told me to come in. None of the other partners were in his office. Scratch scene one. He asked me to shut the door, but he didn't say to lock it. Scratch vision two. He did ask me to face away from his desk and then to touch my toes. That did allow him to see that I was dressed as he commanded, although he didn't finger me. So I gave myself half credit for predicting this position. Unfortunately, like James before him, Thomas did not use me for his own sexual pleasure or provide me any. He did tell me he had left an important folder of documents at his house that he needed later today and that he wanted me to pick up. I was dumbstruck. If he didn't feel like fucking that was fine, but to turn me into an errand girl? That was not good in my mind. But of course I just said "No problem," although I was fuming.
It was about a 40-minute drive to Thomas' house. The further I got away from the office, the madder I got. When I got to his house and walked up to the door, I found a note from Gwen saying she was out by the pool and to walk around the house. My heels kept sinking into the ground, but I didn't want to take off my shoes. I saw this as a bit of a test since I was ordered to always wear heels. Finally I made it to the brick paver path off the patio and that made my walk easier. Gwen was lounging in a chaise working on her tan. She was as stunning as I remembered. She had on tiny bikini bottoms and nothing else. I had not touched her breasts Friday night, although I had marveled at their size, but seeing her lay down with her majestic beauties firmly sticking up confirmed my suspicions that they were augmented. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but in a way I was jealous. There was very little sway when she walked and she would not have spent the last six hours teasing her own nipples with no relief like I have. But I digress.
She was very pleasant and we enjoyed a couple minutes of small talk. It was then I noticed a muscular young man in running shorts and a tank top walking down the path toward us. Gwen did not seem concerned that she was nearly naked although I felt embarrassed by my own revealing clothes. When he got there he shocked my by saying "Hi mom," as he bent over to kiss her and in the process squeeze her left boob. I didn't know what to say. As he stood up, Gwen saved me the trouble of speaking.
"Bruce, meet Susan. Susan, meet Bruce. Susan works at your dad's firm. Bruce is my step-son."
I held my hand out and said "Nice to meet you." He took my hand in a firm grip and said it was nice to meet me too. I noticed he was sweating and smelled masculine.
"I need to grab a shower," he announced as he turned and headed back toward the house.
"I tell him to run earlier in the morning," Gwen said. "But he likes the heat."
I just nodded and watched him walk away. Then I heard Gwen snapping her fingers. I turned to look at her again. She was smirking again. "Want to fuck him?" she asked. I responded "No," although I certainly did.
"The folder is in the house," she told me. "But you have to do something for me to get it."
I assumed I would be eating pussy for the second time today. I certainly didn't mind.
"I want you to slowly take off that skirt and blouse. One at a time, fold them and then walk over and place them on the table in the gazebo. I want to watch you walk in those heels."
It was deliciously naughty to strip for this beautiful, dominant woman in her backyard. Yes it was fairly private, but still the exhilaration to be playing her game outside excited me. I didn't think she could see me bend over to lay down my clothes in the gazebo, but like a good slut I still bent at the waist to do so. First I took off my skirt, and after slowly walking to the gazebo so Gwen could get a good look at my ass, I returned and then made a show of taking off my blouse. I slowly unbuttoned it making sure to give her just a glimpse of my braless boobs at first. Then when it was fully unbuttoned I teased her a little more by showing her a bit more of my titties before finally removing the garment all together. Then I made another slow round trip to the gazebo. I put some wiggle in my walk hoping to excite her and give her more reasons to want to play with me. As it turns out, she did have a sexual order for me, but it wasn't with her.
"I want you to go inside and suck Bruce's cock," she told me as if blowing her step-son was the most natural thing in the world. "His room is the first on the right up the stairs. He's probably still in the shower. If he wants to fuck you, you have my blessing as well." She then waved her hand in a dismissive motion. I knew better than to argue.
At the start of the day I had pictured myself on my knees in front of several different men, but none were the son of my boss. I still hoped Gwen would let me go down on her again so maybe this was the task that got me to that reward. Plus certainly Thomas would find out about this and that could only help me at the office, or at least so I thought. I began to make my way back to the house and then quickly upstairs. I assumed Bruce was in on his step-mom's game and he wouldn't be surprised when a nearly naked stranger appeared in his bathroom. But I was wrong. He actually seemed shocked, although he didn't seem apprehensive about standing naked before me. And why should he? I already described him as muscular and he was definitely in shape. His cock was on par with his dad's, that is too say, very properly proportioned, although not so large that I couldn't handle it with ease. I remember licking my lips before I propositioned him. He hesitated at first saying something about having a girlfriend. "Really?" I thought to myself. "A woman throws herself at you and you think of your girlfriend?" I had to think fast. I went with the shy voiced approach. It didn't really fit the high heels and stockings image I was portraying, but what the hell. It might work. I softly said to him, "I'm sorry Bruce," trying to sound sincere. "When I saw you all hot and sweaty after your run, I got turned on. I really want to fuck you, but I'll settle for sucking your cock. Your girlfriend doesn't need to know. I haven't gotten laid in a while and I just need some cock. It happens to women."
OK, the content wasn't shy, but I batted my eyes like I was innocent and tried to make him feel like he would be doing me a favor. I doubt he didn't see right through me. I don't know how much he knew about his parents' penchant for submissive women. Certainly he had to notice them even if he wasn't ever involved and of course he had squeezed Gwen's breast so they were obviously intimate, but I tried to frame our conversation as just me being needy for sex, not needy to submit to his step-mother and father. I looked at me for about fifteen seconds. It was agony for me. He was dripping wet having turned off his shower and I just wanted to devourer him. Finally he spoke.
"So you want to blow me here or on my bed?"
On the bed would get me closer to fucking him. If I got him to lie down I could impale his cock before he could react. But I also needed to get is cock in my mouth as quickly as I could. My mouth was salivating at the thought of this young stud taking care of me.
"Just lean against the counter," I told him as I dropped to my knees. He was tugging on his cock as I moved into position and it was already stiffening.
He was happy to just let me service him, unlike his dad who definitely preferred taking control and fucking my face. I alternated between licking, sucking and stroking him. I could tell this wasn't his first blowjob, but I didn't get the sense he was very experienced either. But when I am horny sometimes my sense of deduction gets a little off because soon he was taking my arm, having me stand and the marching me to his bedroom where he unceremoniously flipped me onto his bed.
"How do you want me," I asked. "On you back, ankles on my shoulders," he replied.
That sounded fine to me so I got on my back and lifted my legs as he got into position. Obviously he had no trouble entering me. He slid right in right to the hilt. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first, and then harder. With my legs in this position, his hipbone really couldn't hit my clit. That was kind of maddening. With the slow tease I had been experiencing all day, having him fuck me felt good, but it wasn't going to get me off. Still, I was hardly in a position to complain. I was there for the ride, or more precisely, to be ridden. And ride me he did. I fully expected him to cum fairly quickly after I had primed him orally, but he held out. I got the sense that he was really enjoying himself. And why wouldn't he?
After giving me a very good screw, he pulled out. At first I thought he was going to shoot and that I had missed the signs that he was about to pop. But instead he grabbed my ankles and lowered my legs. Now I figured he wanted to switch position. Perhaps he was going to do me doggie or fuck my ass. Again, I was fine with that. But instead he offered me a position I had never tried. Actually, I had never thought about it, although I had seen it in movies.
"Get into a reverse pile driver," was his only command. I had to sheepishly admit I didn't know what that was. As I said, it turns out I had seen it, but I didn't know it had a name. I ended up basically doing a headstand with my back against the bed for balance. Bruce then spread my legs until I was almost doing the splits. I was not comfortable, but I was intrigued. Finally he pulled me forward to a better angle for him, and then he sank his cock back into me in a vertical orientation.
I can't say I recommend this position. First, the blood runs to your head so I can't see lasting very long. Second, it's hard for the guy to really fuck you like you want to get fucked because the angles are just wrong. But Bruce obviously enjoyed himself. Maybe it was the feeling of being in a very dominant position, although I could have show him several others that would have been to our mutual benefit. Maybe he saw this in a porn and wanted to feel like a porn star. He was nailing a very willing woman willing to do anything for him, so I suppose that might not be far from the truth. Or maybe the position just gave him the right friction on his cock because within two minutes he pulled out and cum poured down from his cock. It first hit my belly, but because I was inverted, it rolled down my torso, over my breasts and onto my neck and chin. It stopped there, but that didn't stop me from scooping some up and tasting it.
He moved away and I slumped down to the floor. It was at this point that Gwen walked in. She still was just wearing her tiny bikini swimsuit bottoms. She walked over to Bruce and ran her hand cover his deflating cock and saved a taste for herself. She then reached out her hand and took mine indicating I should follow her. I let her help me up and then followed her out of his room.
"Bruce is getting better, but he needs to learn to please a woman better, don't you think?" She asked. I didn't want to put him down in case she was testing me so I just said, "he was fine."
"Well, I think he needs work. Liz and I are helping him. I'll let him use you when we have more time and he doesn't have to rush."
"OK," I mumbled.
Gwen led me into the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "I would love to just lay back and have you eat my pussy for an hour, but you are messy and need to get back to the office."
I had not considered going back to the office with cum drying on my chest. I watched as Gwen spread her legs.
"I was thinking about Bruce's cock ever since I sent you in. But he'll be deflated for a while and I need to cum."
She didn't actually have to ask for me to pleasure her. I joyfully dropped to my knees again and planted my lips against her labia. I worked her pussy for several minutes. I'd like to tell you that I did a great job and had her squirming and moaning. But apparently she was not satisfied with my efforts.
"Bruce isn't the only one who needs work," she announced. At first I took that as an invitation to work harder, but she pushed me away and then scooted to the middle of the king sized bed.
"Be a dear and grab the big vibe out of the top dresser door on your way out," she told me. I'm sure my look of disappointment was evident, but I retrieved her toy.
"No cleaning up for you slut. Wear Bruce's cum proudly. Go get your skirt and blouse. The folder for Thomas is on the kitchen table. I will let Thomas know when I need you again."
She was very dismissive so I demurely said, "Yes mam," and left the room. I heard the buzz as she turned on the vibrator. I don't think I ever felt so used. It was not a good feeling. My naked walk outside back to the cabana and my clothes was not as exhilarating as it should have been. I felt dirty (and crusty as the cum had dried) and at that exact moment, I was ready to quit my job and move on. But as I dressed, I started thinking more about how I had been used just as a sex slave would and that actually made me feel better. The walk back to the house in my professional, although skimpy clothes with a big load of cum dried on my chest like a secret trophy started to make me feel happy. As I picked up the folder and though about walking through the office, I wondered if my coworkers would smell the semen. I wondered if Gwen (or Bruce) would call Thomas and give him a recap. Or whether James had remotely watched anything. Given his penchant for secret video, it wouldn't surprise me that he, Thomas and Gwen could have set something up discretely.
As I walked back past the stairs, I heard Gwen moaning as the vibe did its dirty work. I really wanted to go back upstairs and finish what I had started. I wanted to prove to her that I could eat her pussy like a good sub and make her happy. But I didn't have that invitation. I lingered and listened as she orgasmed. Bruce came out of his room and came down the stairs catching me. It was obvious what I was doing. He didn't seem concerned.
"You can stay if you want. She'll be in there cumming over and over until I can get it up again and fuck her. Don't worry. You did fine. I'm sure my dad will promote you."
Bruce really seemed like a nice young man. I was startled how normal he was treating this situation. Then again, he was raised like this and maybe this was normal in his house.
"I need to get back to the office. Your dad needs these papers," I said waving the envelope.
"He forgets a lot. Usually they just call a courier. Mom must have really liked you from last Friday."
I took that as both a complement and as good news. I moved next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"You're sweet," I told him. I assume he thought I meant nice, which I did, but in my subconscious I was thinking about how his cum was tasty and how I wanted more.
"Maybe next time I see you we will have more time."
I smiled and headed toward the door. Once in my car, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had survived the test. At least I thought I did. That momentary relaxation went straight to my pussy and I realized it had not received the attention it had been demanding. I drove back to the office with my right hand between my legs. Yes I masturbated, I must confess. Looking back that was pretty dirty and showed how needy I had become. But I didn't cum. I knew I didn't have permission yet. And even though I was alone and nobody would have known, I knew that I would know and I couldn't accept that failure.
As I result, I walked back into the office with dried cum coating me, a leaking pussy dampening my thighs and a boss I had to see and tell I just fucked his son and licked his wife. They definitely don't teach you how to handle this situation in law school.
Thomas was all business when I delivered the papers he had left at home. I assume he was busy with an important case so we didn't talk about my extracurricular activities. In fact, none of the partners mad any advances toward me the rest of the afternoon. In a perverse way, I felt a bit rejected and disappointed. I went home and had to sneak by John and jump in the shower to wash away the evidence of my afternoon. Then, as usual, I had to play the good wife, although every time he mentioned my scheduled partner interview for the next day, I thought about getting gangbanged. By bedtime I was ready to fuck and after giving him a quick blowjob, I climbed on top of him and rode myself to unauthorized three orgasms.
Tuesday found me confidently striding into the office again wearing completely inappropriate, yet sexy as hell clothing. I didn't have any client meetings on the schedule so my skirt was just below my garter snaps and my heels were high. Today was going to be the culmination of everything I had worked so hard for, both professionally and sexually. At 10am I was summoned to the conference room. When I arrived, all four partners were waiting and I was told to sit at the end of the table. Thomas sat at the other end opposite of me. Steve and Tony were sitting on the right side, as I was looking at them, and Jeff and Mike were sitting on the left. I was confused why Mike was there. I got the sinking feeling that Mike had been offered the partnership position. Thomas, as managing partner, was the one to speak first.
"Susan, I want to thank you for going through this rigorous screening process. Your performance has been exemplary and your reviews from everyone, except Jeff who didn't get the opportunity for a one-on-one interview have been top notch. Gwen has also given you high marks, although officially she is not involved in the decision making process."
I was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the "ButÉ"
Thomas continued. "As you know, we expected to add a single partner at this time."
"Here it comes," I thought. "They went with the old boy network and picked Mike."
My mind was starting to reel and I began to seethe with anger over losing and having to be told in front of Mike. I was mentally preparing my resignation letter. Thomas continued.
"In the end, we had to look at who would benefit the growth of the firm more and while your special talents are certainly a positive, we couldn't see how they would bring more clients to the firm."
I wanted to jump up, tear open my blouse and say "You don't think offering a prospective client these would help land them?" But I still had some dignity, even though I didn't feel like I did.
I was ready to strangle Thomas as he began to say those fateful words, "In the endÉ" My face was burning with rage.
"In the end, we decided you were the best candidate to expand out reach. Congratulations."
Did I hear that right? The other partners and Mike were clapping. I was confused, but of course, ecstatic as well. I watched Thomas stand up and walk around the conference table to shake my hand. As he did, Mike stood up and also shook my hand. I received congratulations from everyone in a strange receiving line.
Everyone but Mike then sat back down. He remained near me at the end of the table as Thomas spoke again.
"Mike understands he did not get the promotion this time, but he is still a valued asset of the firm. We all agreed, and as our new partner we hope you will agree as well, that giving him more important cases so he can get more experience for the next time we open the books will be good for everyone."
"Of course," I replied. "Mike is a tremendous asset."
I was lying through my teeth of course as I really never considered him my legal equal, but I wasn't about to cross the other partners in my first few minutes of being one of them. I turned and shook his hand again.
Tony now spoke up. "We would like Mike to take over the Kelner case as you transition to more important work. After lunch please bring him up to speed."
"Absolutely, Tony," I replied gleefully. The Kelner case was one of my least favorites so I was please to get rid of it.
"That's all for now Mike," Thomas said dismissing him. "Meet Susan in her office about 1pm so you two can get started."
"Thank you for the opportunity," was all Mike said as he left the conference room.
Steve then told me to lock the door. I did, but when I turned back to the table and went to sit down, Steve held up his hand and spoke.
"You got the promotion on your merits, but your intangibles are important too. Jeff has not had the pleasure of your special talents. So crawl under the table and give him a demonstration."
I certainly had expected this, although in truth the manner still seemed crude. But I just smiled. "Of course Steve," I said. "I am always happy to help out the team."
I couldn't see the look on Jeff's face as I unzipped his pants. I like to think he was shocked. I wanted to believe he probably thought the other partners were kidding when they told him that part of my job description was to be their personal sex toy. Then again, if he had seen any of the secret footage Dean had recorded of me, it would hardly be a surprise. It didn't really matter at that point. I gave him a few strokes to get him hard.
Slurping him down while kneeling under the table was a new experience. The partners continued with their regular meeting to discuss the status of the current cases while I lavished praise on Jeff's manhood. I was trying to listen to the conversation as best I could, as I was now partially responsible for the direction of the firm. But it was hard, so to speak. The tabletop muffled the sounds and I've never been particularly quiet while sucking a cock. Luckily for me, Jeff must have either been excited for a quick shooter as he filled my mouth after only three or four minutes. I gave his cock and balls a quick tongue bath to clean him off and tucked him back away. It was then I felt a foot tapping on my foot. It was a challenge to turn around under the table, but not surprisingly I saw Steve pointing toward his crotch. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Steve took much longer to cum. That didn't surprise me. Nor did it surprise me that I felt Tony's hand on my head tugging me over toward him. Blowing three men under the conference table had my pussy on fire. The fact that they were conducting business while I did it only heightened the nastiness of the situation inflaming my passion even more. After Tony shot load three into my belly, I turned toward Thomas. I could tell he had a hard-on, but it didn't give any indication I should relieve him. Instead he told me to come out from under the table. As I did, I made sure the guys saw me lick my lips as if to say thank you. I figured the meeting was over, but it wasn't quite done. Thomas first said, "We have a special plan to discuss with you." That was intriguing. Then he said, "Remove your skirt and blouse and get up on the table."
I had expected to be exposed at some point so this was not a shock. And given my aroused state from giving the blowjobs, I was happy to discover what Thomas had planned. I thought back to Tawny Kitaen and how she seductively crawled in her Whitesnake videos. I'm sure I didn't look as enticing as her, but I did my best to work it as I crawled the length of the long conference table. I'm sure my ass looked great as the bent over position certainly tightened it up. What guy wouldn't like a nearly naked woman crawling to him?
When I reached the end of the table I smiled at Thomas. He told me to lie down on my back, but to keep my heels on the table with my knees bent upward with my pussy facing the partners. I was more intrigued by his plans and immediately complied. Once I was in position, he stood up. He was now towering over me. He first unzipped his pants and fished out his stiffening cock. He then reached forward and grabbed my shoulders sliding me toward him until my head dropped over the edge of the table and my neck bent. Inverted, my mouth was at the perfect height to slide his cock deep into me. My position also left my nipples unprotected to his fingers.
"Gentlemen, see how positively she reacts to nipple stimulation and having the man be the aggressor. Gwen tells me she is a natural submissive and we will be well rewarded by treating her as such."
Thomas had been slowly fucking my mouth and just toying with my nipples. That caused me to mew most appreciatively. But after he stopped talking, he pinched my nipples firmly and began fucking my mouth as if it was my pussy. Of course that made me gush with excitement and moan. Then he slowed down again.
"You can use her as you wish," he instructed my fellow partners, "but if you have the time to tease her, you will enjoy the result as she cums like a volcano."
He emphasized that statement by lightly teasing my nipples again and holding his cockhead just out of reach of my lips making me strain to try and reach him.
"She loves getting fucked up that ass and you can shoot there, on her face, on her tits, in her mouth or wherever you want. Just don't mess her up too badly before a client meeting or court. We still need her to look professional when necessary."
As he said that he began twisting my nipples and fucking my face again. Apparently this was one of the times he didn't want me looking professional. When he had enough fun with my mouth, he popped his cock out and spun me around while ordering me to bend of the table. My needy pussy urged me to comply and soon his cock was deep inside of me. I threw my head back and moaned throatily. Steve, Jim and Tony all had looks of approval as Thomas began to fuck me, but soon I lost track of them even being there as I focused on the pleasure I was receiving from the cock pounding me from behind. Minutes later, unfortunately before I could orgasm myself, I felt a tap on my ass and a "Get on your knees," command.
I made a mental note to practice my pornstar floor drop as I just barely made it down in front of Thomas' cock before he sprayed his cum into my face and onto my boobs. It was hot, sticky and wonderful. I knew instantly that I had made the right choice to pursue this position. I remained kneeling as Thomas took 30 seconds or so to recover before he ordered me back onto the table, again on my back. I definitely looked like a well-used slut covered in Thomas' cum. This time I was ordered to keep my knees down and to spread my legs.
It was a pleasure to hear Thomas command me to masturbate. I needed desperately to cum and I certainly didn't care at that point how many people watched. I would have done it at the front reception desk if it meant earning my orgasm. Thomas continued talking business, but I really didn't hear anything. I was focused on my pleasure. Later I thought I remembered him saying they had a wonderful new opportunity for me, but in the moment, my fingers dancing on my clit was all that mattered.
I do remember hearing the partners clap for the second time as I climaxed. I also remember them standing and leaving the room with me splayed on the table, naked, covered in the boss' cum and worn out from my orgasm. At least they shut the door. It was a few minutes until I could recover and dress. I was lucky nobody at the conference room booked for that time. Liz has seen to that. Actually I was surprised James didn't arrive to either congratulate me or use me since I'm sure Liz kept him informed of the partner's plans.
At 12:45 I got an email from Thomas saying I should suck of Mike as a way to show him there were no hard feeling for him coming in second. I wasn't quite sure how to phrase that. The email also said to come to Thomas' office at 4:30 to discuss a great new opportunity. Looking at the email header I saw that Steve, Jeff, Tony and Liz were also CC:ed so I assumed they would be there as well. I guess my interview fantasy gangbang had just been postponed a few hours. I felt myself lubricating at the thought. I then started thinking about Mike's cock.