NAKED LEGAL - CHAIR -- A NAKED LEGAL EPISODE
This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories. It is recommended that you at least read the original story, NAKED LEGAL, before reading this story to understand the origin of the office relationships and the main characters.
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The time in the office as the Naked Legal proved to be both surprising and not surprising. I found it surprising how I could become engrossed in the details of a case or client information at my desk or even sometimes while in consultation with one of the other members of the team, all the while essentially naked. But, it was also not surprising how a simple touch by one of them or catching one of them with a lingering gaze upon my exposed body would cause me to instantly become aroused. And, though I could frequently focus around that arousal, the evidence of it would be shown on my body through a flushed response in my skin, erect nipples, or a moist spot left on a chair when I got up to leave. The other indicators of my arousal were like a tease, but the damp marks left on chairs were like a neon flashing advertisement.
As time passed, my workload increased very quickly from reviewing files and cases (current and past) to active involvement. As my workload increased, I found the sexual interruptions decreased. The first couple of days it was like I was being ravaged by everyone. Mr. Franklin confided in me while I was again under his desk sucking his cock while he worked that my heavy use initially was to get everyone past the timid, awkward stage of the new arrangement. And, it had worked. Even if I wasn't constantly being ravaged all day, anymore, I was frequently touched intimately and open discussions were held about what necklaces set off my breasts best or if my pussy should be completely cleaned or a thin patch of trimmed hair might be left above it. They always liked for me to open my legs for that consideration, but they always ended up agreeing I should remain completely clean.
Recent discussions began revolving around possible piercings of my body, which resulted in the close handling of my nipples, clit hood, and pussy lips. Mr. Franklin assured me any body modifications like that would be entirely up to me. Of course, those assurances generally came while I was sucking his cock, too.
There would be several days in a row when I spent my sexual time sucking them while they worked and that included Marjorie, too. That allowed the office to be more effective while still receiving satisfaction. It took away from my effectiveness in the office, but that was dependent on the measurement used. My effectiveness at the office might be high in terms of pleasure provided or low in terms of work completed. The time I spent in the office slowly increased to compensate for the diversion of pleasing the office but I was alone in my apartment just across the street. The two parts of my job, legal work and pleasuring, were my passions and doing either rather than sitting in my apartment alone was natural for me.
The days when I was relegated to providing oral pleasure left me unsatisfied, though. The combination of taking my office-mates to noisy orgasms, being naked, and being frequently touched and teased left me wanting for my own pleasure release. Several times, Mr. Franklin exerted his control onto me further by prohibiting me from pleasuring myself. The sexual tension within me would build up to a fever point until they would use me in a mini-gangbang at the end of the day, leaving me exhausted and limp, but finally content.
Mr. Franklin had scheduled a conference of all of us regarding a client's case that was approaching its court time. We were gathering around the conference table, a laptop primed for reviewing the case on the large screen at the end of the table. I was approaching the table with my hands filled with a coffee cup, folders, and notepads when Jake grasped me from behind. His hands cupped my breasts, fondling them, fingers pinching and twisting the nipples. He leaned into me, his hands on my breasts pulling me into the front of his body and his pelvis pressing into my butt. He kissed my shoulder and worked his way to my neck as his face pushed my long hair out of the way. I moaned at the attention, my eyes closed, and momentarily lost in the feeling. I opened my eyes to find the other three watching and smiling as they got settled.
Mark stopped short of taking a chair and looked at Mr. Franklin who gave him a nod. Jake whispered in my ear between kisses, "We have a present for you, Grace. We decided you deserved a new chair."
A new chair? The one I had seemed just fine to me. I heard Mark returning and I turned my head to see what was so special about a new chair while Jake's hands continued to fondle my body. The chair Mark was pushing out from his office was a bit bigger, not nearly as sleek as the one I had. The seat part appeared to be like any other, but the rolling base contained a boxy section under the seat and above the column attaching to the roller base. It wasn't as attractive or graceful appearing.
Mark caught the look on my face. "Don't judge a chair by its appearance." He smiled.
"Really?"
I looked at Mr. Franklin and he only smiled. Jake moved a chair away from the table and Mark brought the new up behind me. I sighed, recognizing they were up to something with this chair, but I wasn't going to figure it out without playing along.
"This chair screams you, Grace." I looked at him with a look of exasperation. "See anything different about it?" I pointed underneath. "Well, yeah, that, but anything else?" I shrugged, I really didn't except for the ugly box underneath.
Marjorie interrupted, "Mark ...", and she made a movement of her thumb pressing on her curled index finger.
"Oh, crap ... yeah, thanks." He ran off to his office and returned with two items in his hands. They were remotes very much like a TV remote only smaller. He slid one onto the table and held out the other one for me to see.
"A remote chair? What does it do, take me across the office?"
He chuckled and he was joined by the others. "It takes you, all right, but not across the room." I watched him press the power button and I heard a soft hum start up, continue for a moment, then go silent. I looked at him with curiosity turning to new concern. He pointed at the seat, "See anything different about the seat?" I looked closely and commented on the seam down the middle from back to front. "Yes, well, watch that seam." He pressed a button on the remote, the hum returned and the seam appeared to open slightly until a flesh-colored knob penetrated out about two inches and stop.
"Oh, fuck ... sorry."
"No, no ... you're actually quite correct. Keep watching." After a short time, it continued to rise out of the chair and I understood the reason for the box underneath. The box contained a motor with a dildo attached to it. The dildo again stopped once it reached about six inches. It was obscene, a dildo sticking out from the seat. He continued, "It has a variety of settings for our ... I mean your enjoyment." He gave me a devilish grin. He pressed a button and I thought I saw movement. I reached a finger out to it and it was vibrating. He pressed the same button repeatedly and the vibration became more intense. He turned the vibration off and pressed another button. The dildo slowly retreated and then rose back up. Pressing another button several times and it increased in speed. He turned that off and pressed a different button that caused the dildo to start wobbling on its axis.
He looked at me and it was like a kid on Christmas morning. "You can even combine everything: up and down, vibrating, and wobbling."
I looked at Mr. Franklin and he held up his hands in a 'not my idea' gesture. I rolled my eyes.
Mark continued. "When you're sitting in the chair and you feel the head come out, you have 15 seconds to adjust your pussy over it, then it starts to rise further."
I looked at everyone, "You're serious about this?"
Marjorie winked at me, "Mark's the genius behind this. We're just thinking of you, dear. Part of all this was to assure you the pleasure you desired, not just your submission to pleasuring us. We just want to be sure to live up to our end of the bargain."
I rolled my eyes and with a hint of sarcasm, "And I am so grateful for your thoughtfulness, Ma'am." Continuing the sarcasm, "You can't imagine how deeply I feel about that."
Jake slid his hand from my shoulder to my ass and gave it a playful smack. "Feeling it deeply is the key there, Grace." They all laughed.
I looked to Mr. Franklin, "Sir, was there really a meeting intended, or was this just to further embarrass me?"
He chuckled, "Oh, there is a meeting. The other is just a pleasant bonus."
They were all watching. I glanced down and found the dildo out of view. I sat down nervously and waited. I heard the soft hum, first. That was followed by a very gentle vibration in the seat before I felt the seam part and the head pressing against my crotch. I shifted slightly side to side and back and forth until satisfied with my position, then waited. He said it was 15 seconds. Sure enough, I felt the dildo rising, parting my lips further and with a very slight shift, it went into my pussy. I gasped.
Mark leaned forward and was holding a tube of lubricant. "I forgot the lubricant!"
Jake laughed, "She won't need it unless ... ohhh ... she wants it in the other hole."
I gasped and moaned. It was slowly rising and dropping through my pussy. The other hole. Dear Lord ... this could be used in my ass, too?
Mark then went through the safety features programmed into the unit. If the setting wasn't changed in 15 minutes, it would randomly change to another setting or combination. After two hours of continuous use, it would automatically shut off. It could, of course, be turned back on. He smiled lustily. Leave it to the geek to get a rush from a fucking machine for my use.
The meeting began while the chair was set in a slow fucking motion. It rose and fell through my drooling pussy and a thought came to my mind.
"Sorry, Sir, but is everything inside waterproof? I would hate to be electrocuted during an orgasm." I was assured all electrical contacts were sealed and completely safe from electrical problems. Right, so all I really have to worry about is passing out and crashing to the floor.
The meeting began in earnest. The issue was the client's possible testimony or not. I believed we should have her testify. There was always a risk in that, but she so naturally came across as vulnerable it was difficult not to be sensitive and that an aggressive cross-examination could turn against the opposing counsel.
