Sally Myers was a woman on the fast track.
Since graduating from college, the ink barely dry on her law degree and her mortarboard not having sat still long enough to collect dust, she had delivered resumes to some of the most prestigious and best known law offices in Chicago.
Having agreed to join the firm of Gabbott, Robbins & Clarke, she presented herself first thing Monday morning at the criminal defense department, under the tutelage of Jonathan Clarke, senior partner and noted litigator of fierce reputation. Jonathan was just on the wrong side of 55 and a widower, yet he had aged very well due to a daily regimen of hard work, exercise and clean living. Rather boring compared to Sally, who in her day was known for wild parties, copious amounts of liquor and even the odd joint.
Sally sat in the foyer outside Jonathan Clarke's office. His secretary, a rather frigid, spinster looking woman in her mid 40's named Alice Fothergill was seated bolt upright in a true ergonomic style behind a contemporary receptionist station. Her hair pulled tight in a perfectly sphered bun and held in place with a pair of what appeared to be ivory hair pins.
The intercom buzzed, "Alice is Ms. Myers here?"
"Yes." replied Alice in a curt, unemotional tone. "Send her in." came the direction.
Sally could not help but feel she had just been sent into the principal's office for a school yard indiscretion. Alice Fothergill got up and looked at Sally. "Mr. Clarke will see you now." and not waiting for a response, Alice opened the door to the inner sanctum.
Sally took a few steps into Jonathan Clarke's cavernous office and stopped. Classically styled in leather and oak, it exuded wealth, opulence and power. Sally stood rooted to the spot. She dusted some lint off her skirt and still admired how well it fit.
"Ms. Myers, please take a seat." This took Sally by surprise. His voice was nowhere near as stern and authoritarian over the intercom.
Sally motioned forward and sat in a plush chair opposite Jonathan's desk. She melted into the leather, as soft as a baby's behind, and slowly crossed her legs.
"Welcome to the firm Ms. Myers. I must say it is a pleasure having you with us."
"Thank you so very much Mr. Clarke. I am extremely happy to be here, and please, call me Sally."
"Very well. I've been reading your resume` and I must say I am impressed. But let me ask, are you related to Warren Myers?"
"Yes. He's my father."
Suddenly, Sally was feeling a little unsure of herself. She worked her ass off through college, got the best grades and graduated with honors. If she got this job because her father was a State Supreme Court Judge, she'd have to reconsider her high school application to Burger King.
"An immensely intelligent man your father, and passionate about the law. I can see where you got your smarts from. The good looks must have come from your mother."
Just then a side door opened and Alice Fothergill walked in carrying a bundle of folders. Sally was left a little dazed by Jonathan last comment. She was relieved that her resume` was taken on merit, but surprised by the 'good looks' comment, but then, Sally knew it wasn't untrue.
Sally sat quietly as folders were exchanged between Alice and Jonathan for his signature. On the very last folder, Sally saw something she wasn't sure of. Did her hand brush his? Perhaps just an innocent meeting.
"I won't beat around the bush" Jonathan said and he busily signed documents "there will be long hours and I expect 100% commitment from my litigators. Clients are to be billed for everything from DNA analysis to paper clips and if you were after heated courtroom battles, you've come to the right place. This firm has not achieved a 94% success rate in criminal defense by my lawyers standing around the water cooler discussing football scores"
With that Jonathan half stood and extended his hand to Sally. She reciprocated and slid her hand into his for a firm, business like hand shake.
"Alice will be with you shortly. She'll show you to your office, give you a tour and generally make you feel well at home"
With that Sally turned on her heal and walked out of Jonathan Clarke's office. As the door clicked closed, Jonathan turned to Alice Fothergill, "She has a great ass, don't your think?"
Alice turned to her employer. "I noticed you didn't quite stand fully when you shook her hand. I can just imagine why."
"I was a little impeded."
"Ha!" replied Alice, "but to answer your question, she does have a great ass, and for all I care you can cover it in strawberries and whipped cream or dive tongue deep into what I assume will be an equally great pussy" and with that Alice Fothergill leaned forward, place her hand on Jonathan crotch and squeezed to feel he was almost fully erect. She let of a low growl of pleasure at the solid meat just inside those tailor made pants, licked Jonathan ear and whispered, "but this belongs to me."
With that Alice dropped to one knee and with the speed that only comes with practice she had Jonathan cock out of his pants and into her mouth. Jonathan leaned back as he felt the warmth of Alice's mouth envelope his engorged shaft and felt her tongue working overtime. "By god Alice, you never cease to surprise and amaze." The sight of his secretary swallowing his solid cock with a ravenous hunger only served to make him harder.
Alice worked his cock hard and fast. She felt his balls heavy with what was soon to be a mass of hot sticky cum, and Alice wanted every drop. She worked his cock over. Not one inch escaped attention. Her hot wet mouth covering its head, her right hand juggling his overfilled balls and her left hand stroking his rock hard shaft. Occasionally Jonathan would shift his weight and Alice would look up without skipping a beat, saw the pleasure on his face and increased the tempo. Before too long his breath shortened, his back arched. Alice's head was moving back and forth in exact unison with her hand as she stroked his shaft and soon a muffled "argh" and wave after wave of hot sweet sticky cum filled Alice's mouth and slid down the back of her throat. Each convulsion brought more and more of the glorious juice and Alice swallowed every drop. She kept the motions, and the speed had dropped, but still he was cumming.
"Ohh god, take it all, eat my cum" demanded Jonathan and Alice behaved like the perfect employee, following his demands. The slurping sound coming from his crotch was starting to awaken Jonathan from a passionate stupor. The sight of his secretary on her knees, his cock in her mouth swallowing his cum made him king of his domain.
Alice had survived the onslaught. Hot sweet sticky cum lined her throat and filled her belly. It gave her a warm, cosy feeling inside. She looked down at Jonathan cock which was now almost back to it's normal size. Little droplets of cum were licked up with her deft tongue and his shaft licked clean. Jonathan lay back on his chair catching his breath.
"God, I needed that" he whimpered.
"I know" Alice replied, "and I've been so hungry for your cum, I almost did it while she was still here."
"You better go and give her the tour." With that Jonathan stood and cupped her right breast in his hand and kissed Alice with a passion equal to what she had shown him only moments before.
As Alice was about to leave she looked at Jonathan. "It's a shame you blew so soon" and with another deft move she hoisted her skirt to reveal a cleanly shaved pussy and an absence of panties. She ran a finger deep into her moist honey pot, then ran it over his lips. She then turned and started to walk out of his office.
Sally Myers returned to her apartment a little after 10. When Jonathan told her there would be long hours, he wasn't joking. She ached all over, made a mental note to wear more comfortable shoes tomorrow and started her way to the only two things that interested her -- a hot bath and a glass of wine.
Sally stood in the middle of her bedroom and undressed. A rich steam cascaded out of the bathroom as the bath filled. Soft music playing in the background and a chilled glass of Semillon close by. She glanced at herself in the mirror. A body, perfectly toned from years of exercise and the right genetics. Her D cup breasts, hung full and pout and the slight shadow of 6 pack abs leading to a perfectly waxed pussy. For all intents and purposes, she could quite easily be strutting a cat walk in Europe than a court room in the windy city.
She slipped into the bath almost without a ripple and allowed the heat to drain away the pains of the day. Instinctively, her hand cupped her breasts while the other plunged deeper into the water. "There's nothing like an orgasm to take away the stress" she said out loud as her fingers expertly parted her pussy lips in search of 'the spot'. Before long, she found it and her back arched at the pleasure she gave herself.
Sally drifted into a dream world as her finger seemed to work by remote control. She thought of Jonathan Myers and the massive hard on he tried to hide when she shook his hand. By her reckoning, at least 9 inches of throbbing meat. What she didn't count on was seeing Alice Fothergill exiting his office from the side door, checking her lipstick and adjusting her skirt. The sight of that could not help but make Sally smile and think, 'perhaps she needs a good fucking from time to time'.
A loud knock on her door woke Sally from her orgasmic stupor and she quickly got out of the bath while reaching for a robe and wondered who it could be. To her surprise, the peep hole revealed it was none other than Jonathan Clarke. A shiver shot up Sally's spine and the heat in her pussy intensified as it was only a few moments before she was close to orgasm thinking about him and his massive cock.
She arranged her bathrobe to show a little more cleavage than she normally would when greeting someone in her bathrobe, took a deep breath and opened the door.
'Jonathan' she said with fake surprise in her voice. 'This is unexpected'
