Gloria shifted her weight from foot to foot, and a shiver ran up her body. One more try, she thought, and she'd at least head back to her car.
She rang the doorbell. "Coming!" she heard. Finally!
A tall brunette man with short, wavy hair answered the door in his pajamas. He looked a bit stunned as he swung it wide. That wasn't surprising. Gloria was dressed in a thin white blouse and flouncy short skirt with knee-high black socks and high heels. Hardly appropriate for a cold winter day, even in California. But her boss had been explicit about what to wear. Very explicit. And he had approved it himself the other day. Just before bending her over his desk.
"Anthony?" He nodded, dazed. "I'm Gloria White. I work for Mr. Lembach?" At the senior partner's name, his eyes jerked up to her face. They had been drifting downward. She smiled and held up a bag. "He sent me over with a present for winning the Torino case." She paused. "Can I come in? It's a little cold out here." Slowly, he nodded. No need to worry about resistance, she thought.
She walked through his door, swinging her hips to give him a good view. When she got to his dining room, she bent over to set the bag down. He probably wouldn't be able to see her lace boy short panties, but he'd get an eyeful anyway. She took longer than necessary and snuck a peek. Well, sure. He could see her panties the way he was leaning over to get a look. This would be easy.
She stood up holding two bottles. "Mr. Lembach was very impressed by your performance with the Torino case. The firm had given up on it, to be honest. Quite a victory! He sent me over with a bottle of vintage Champagne." She held it in front of her chest. "And a thirty-year-old Bordeaux." She moved the Champagne bottle and held the Bordeaux in front of her.
"Wow, tell Mr. Lembach that's very generous."
"Tell him yourself." She turned around again, bent over, and pulled the phone from her purse. Another peek. She wasn't the only one peeking. She pressed on the screen and the video chat connected.
"Ah, Gloria. Lovely to see you. Did you give Anthony his present?"
"Yes, sir." She smiled at Anthony.
"Could you give him your phone, please?"
"Yes, sir." She handed the phone to him and then stood politely with hands nestled in each other in front of her crotch.
"Anthony, that was truly an amazing showing in court yesterday."
"Thank you sir."
"I remember those days well. A junior partner slamming home a victory. It's exhilarating, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Whenever that happened to me, I always had to blow off my energy, you know?"
"Yes, sir. I know what you mean. My whole body is wired up."
"I'll tell you a secret. The way I blew off steam was to fuck hard and fast for a few days."
"Uh, sir?"
"My girlfriend, my wife, hookers. Whatever I needed."
"Uh, okay, sir. I don't know if that's appropriate." His eyes flicked toward Gloria. She continued to smile.
"Oh, yes, you're quite right. Now I understand your girlfriend is away this weekend."
"How did you know that?"
"Knowing how you'd feel, I asked after you. Wanted to make sure you'd be set for the weekend."
"Sir, this is really inappropriate."
"Yes, so your other present will just be between us."
"Other present?"
"Ms. White has agreed to be at your service this weekend." He looked at her directly.
"I'm not sure I understand."
"Oh, I think you do," said Lembach. "But allow me to demonstrate. Gloria?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Take off your top, please."
Anthony's eyes got wide and his mouth gaped open. But nor did he stop her as she looked straight at him and began to unbutton her blouse.
"I wouldn't object to the camera being pointed that way, Anthony," said Mr. Lembach. Anthony barely glanced down enough to hit the right button. "Much better," said Lembach. Half her buttons were undone, and the pink bra with black lace trim was well in view. "I think you'll find her tits very nice, Anthony." Anthony just stared.
"What exactly do you mean by at my service?" he said slowly.
Gloria spoke. "You tell me to do it. I do it. Easy." She finished undoing the buttons and pulled her top off.
Lembach's voice came from the phone. "Anything you like. I would be very surprised if you hit the edges of Ms. White's tolerance for kink."
"I have a girlfriend," said Anthony slowly, as if in a trance.
"I can personally assure you that Ms. White is very discreet. But if your girlfriend is anything like Mrs. Lembach, there are things she's reluctant to do. Or even won't do. Gloria is much less restrained."
"I'll do anything you want," said Gloria. "Any fantasy. Any sex act."
Anthony smiled and nodded but, again, slowly. He was still taking it in.
"Well, I envy you your weekend, Anthony, but before you hang up to enjoy Ms. White's many charms, I'd appreciate seeing her in just her underwear. Could you ask her to take off her skirt please?"
"Uh, sure. Uh, you heard him."
"You have to tell me."
"Okay. Uh. Take off your skirt." She gave a big smile and reached behind her to unbutton and unzip her skirt. She slid it down her legs, bending over to let him see her full 36C breasts hanging down. She held up the skirt next to her, and dropped it on the floor, still smiling.
"If I may make a suggestion?" said Lembach. Anthony was transfixed. He nodded.
"Gloria, kneel down, please." She got down to her knees and looked at Anthony. "I'd suggest starting with a blowjob. She's a fantastic cocksucker." And with that he hung up.
"Uh, this is a little weird," said Anthony.
"Sex isn't weird," she said.
"I have a girlfriend," he said. But his voice wasn't very convincing.
"I won't tell if you don't."
"But"
"She's gone until tomorrow night, right?" He nodded, continuing to stare at her as she knelt in front of him. "We'lll make sure I'm gone long before she comes home. And we can do laundry so she doesn't see any funny stains." She smiled. "That way you can fuck me during spin cycle. All that vibrating."
"This is okay with you?"
"Yes."
"Did you mean what you said? Anything I want?"
"Yes." He looked uncertain. "You could do a test."
"Like what?"
She raised her eyebrows. "I'm kneeling in front of you. I'm still wearing my bra and panties. I'm sure you can think of something."
He nodded again. He stepped forward. She licked her lips and stared straight at his crotch.
"Okay. Fine. Take off your bra."
"Yes, sir." And without hesitating, she reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let the skimpy item fall to the ground. She looked at him and smiled.
"Wow. Those are nice breasts."
"You can touch them. You can do whatever you want with me, remember." He reached down with one hand and fondled her breast. "Ah, yes," she sighed, "just like that."
"My girlfriend never does blow jobs like this." She smiled. Barely any resistance. As she'd thought.
"I'm not your girlfriend. I'll do anything you want, but I suggest telling me to do things your girlfriend wouldn't."
"Okay, yeah. Uh, yeah, a blowjob would be nice. On your knees. Like that."
"Of course, sir. Why don't you take another step forward." He did, continuing to stare at her wide-eyed. She hooked her fingers into his pajamas and his underwear, and yanked them down. His hard cock popped up, and she slid her face onto it.
"Oh my god," he said. She kept sliding. She paused to lick his cock. She gave it a kiss. And before she dived back onto it, she looked at him and said, "Feel free to thrust as much as you want."
"Oh god!" he shouted. And then, sure enough, he began to push into her. She mmed as she felt him driving his cock into her mouth. After a few thrusts, she felt his hand on the back of her hand. She looked up. He was looking up to the ceiling, his eyes closed. Stupid. He was missing a great view: His cock plunging into the mouth of a pretty, busty woman wearing nothing more than cute panties.
His hand pulled her in, and she moaned as his cock went in even farther. He began thrusting harder, and then harder.
And then he pulled her head down and began to shudder. She kept her mouth deep over his cock as he shot semen into it. He pulled out as he softened, gasping. He looked down at her.
She looked up at him, opened her mouth to show him the cum still filling it, closed her mouth and swallowed noisily.
"Holy fucking shit," he said. "This is for real."
"Yep!" she said with a smile. "If you can imagine it, I can do it."
"Lembach was right," he said, "I have all this energy. That felt great."
"I'm confident I can help you burn that energy down."
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"I appreciate the concern now that you've blasted your load into my face." He blushed. "It's fine, silly. The short version is Mr. Lembach found some amateur porn with me in it, and I promised to do what he wanted to keep my job."
"That's illegal!"
She shrugged. "Probably. But I'm not going to sue a law firm, I got a promotion out of it — got to be close to Mr. Lembach, you know — and I get to have a lot of sex I wouldn't have had."
"You're okay with it?"
"Yeah, sure. I mean, it fills up my dance card a bit, but boy am I satisfied."
"That blowjob was hot."
"And only the first of many, if that's what you want. I will suck your dick all weekend if you want." She gestured down her body. "But if I were you, I'd tell me to stand up and finish stripping so you could fuck some other parts of me." She squeezed her tits between her arms. "Pussy, tits, ass. Whatever."
"Anal?! Christine never wants to do that." She looked at him expectantly.
"I packed lube in my purse. Along with some other goodies." He looked at her and raised one eyebrow. "Surely you didn't think I packed just one piece of lingerie?"
He grinned. "Follow me into the living room," he said.
"Yes, sir."