Stalker Ch 02

Declan sat in the comfy client chair in the Law Offices of McReady & Associates, LLP. He scanned the walls of the wood-paneled room with its plaques bragging of certifications and associations claimed by the primary partner of the firm.

Constance McReady had been his legal and emotional councilor throughout the months of litigation against the trucking company whose driver had smashed the 18-wheeler rig into his sedan that fateful day. The settlement she had wrenched from the insurance company, enabled by the young drug-impaired driver's indefensible negligence, was an 8-figure bounty. Even deducting the 40% legal fee, a well-deserved compensation for the lawyer, he was set up for life.

He smugly contemplated his supporting role. He had attended the mediation conferences and used his mind manipulation abilities to sway the opposing lawyers' thinking into a very favorable settlement, much larger than normal, even to his own lawyer's surprise.

The office door behind him opened and he stayed seated forward, as the perfume-tinted air whiffed about him. Connie, as he had been asked to refer to her when in private, came past him to take her seat behind the big wooden power desk. As he had many times before, his eyes scanned again the 20-something lawyer. The buxom, trim professional, suited in her Venus-catalog stereotype of the sexy vogue businesswoman, sat across from him, leaning forward to tarry a down blouse view into her open collar cleavage. It was a signature move that she used to great effect with opposing male lawyers; and a boon even now to her privileged client.

She slid the final paperwork across the desk and Declan rose from his chair, took the offered pen, and signed at the multiple spots that would secure the settlement funds, transfer his portion to a wealth management bank account, and her fees to the law firm's account. He finished with a swirl and dropped the pen on the desk.

Connie buzzed her desk phone and her paralegal assistant Christina popped in to help the boss.

"Christy, scan these into the files, make copies for Declan, and put the originals in the documents vault."

"Yes, ma'am."

Christy gathered the signed papers and exited, closing the office door. Connie leaned back in her tall black leather desk chair and looked across at her client. She had completed her assignment and would soon be on to another. She would regret the loss of future meetings with this handsome, now wealthy, man.

Declan had been patient during the months of negotiations and legal wrangling but he had been captivated by the simmering sexuality of his attorney. He had avoided the temptation of mentally manipulating her into a tangled 'attorney-client privilege', fearing an affair might inhibit her independent killer instinct. He wanted her on her game to reach the highest value settlement. And she had served that purpose magnificently.

Now that the intense business matters were concluded, he wanted to explore a more intimate intensity. It was time to reap more advantages of his growing mind control agility. He peered into her thoughts and began the program.

'Stand up'.

Connie blinked once, leaned forward, and hoisted herself to her feet.

'Loose the blouse and blazer'.

Her hands slowly, carefully unbuttoned the waist-fitted jacket, peeling it back over her silky covered round mounds of tit flesh. Her back arched, pressing them frontward. Dropping the coat to the floor, her hands returned, deliberately plucking each blouse button, one by one. She shrugged it off as well, then stood stoic, awaiting further instructions.

'Come stand in front of me.'

Connie made a side step over the discarded office wear, then walked around the desk, moving to stand at attention between the man and her desk.

'Show me your tits.'

Her arms bent behind, her hands, unseen, lifting to her upper back. She frowned as the catches challenged her efforts, then gave way, loosening the pressure on the strained bra cups supporting her generous breasts. The shoulder straps descended her biceps and the broad rosy nipples appeared to his view, as the lacy boob covers fell to the floor.

Declan admired the topless view and scanned again the dark-haired woman he had fantasized about ever since she had darted her way through the protective hospital staff to proffer her services at his hospital bed a few months ago.

The brunette stood proud and tall, her star blue eyes peering over his head, her face refined by muted expensive makeup, her eyes darkly shadowed, her lips fire engine red. Her natural breasts were somewhat large for her lithe frame. The jacket-matching pencil skirt was belted around her slim waist, tightly swathing her right-sized hips, her belly button centered on toned abs.

'Drop the skirt.'

Her gaze stayed level as her hands undid the narrow belt clasp, pulling it completely from the loops. She tossed it behind her. The skirt clasp and zipper were smoothly undone. A hip wiggle let gravity do the work and it pooled around her high heels. She stepped once and again, untangling her ankles and kicking the bundle of wool aside. Her white satin thong was her final adornment and Declan wasted no time in ordering its removal.

'Panties off, please.'

Connie's fingers hooked the sides and drew them over her hips and down her thighs. Leaning over during the task, her boobs dangled from her chest. Declan got an eyeful of the camel-toed panties and then the jiggling show of swaying tits that temporarily blocked his view of her newly exposed shaved pussy. She pranced her undies off one foot and then the other. She made to right herself but he intervened.

'Don't stand; not yet.'

She remained in bent-waist pose, but being close enough to her desk, she leaned back to press her ass to the wooden edge, adding hand holds behind her to steady her stance. Her head was tilted up, her focus forward, her face near his. She held his gaze and sensed movement when his hand reached out and cupped one tit. He bounced it and felt its weighty softness. She turned her face down to watch his handling of her chest trophies.

His fingerpads rimmed her aureola. Bumps appeared at the circumference and the central nub elongated and stiffened. It was the target of a playful pinch. She winced and jerked, her tits wobbled, but she dutifully maintained her pose. What was good for the goose was good for the gander and he gave equal treatment to the other pliable mass.

He noted her flushed face and reached further afield to run a finger through her labia cleft. There was moisture aplenty and it enlivened his mood to proceed with his undeterred ploy. He leaned back in his seat, scooted his ass forward, and slid his feet wider apart.

'Kneel, suck me.'

Naked willing Connie bent her knees, dropping them to the carpet between Declan's feet. Her focus concentrated on his groin as she worked his belt, button, and zipper before tunneling in to extract the semi-tumescent object of her unwitting fervor. Her hand encircled the shaft, holding it aloft for oral pampering.

Her red lips descended to the knob; her stiffened tongue tip probed into the urethra slit. He flinched at that invasive touch. He had assumed she was sexually adept; her good looks and confident demeanor must have attracted powerful partners.

Either she was naturally talented or the discriminating alpha males, whom she would have pleadingly coaxed into fucking her, had driven her through a rigorous regimen of man-pleasing foreplay before bequeathing her their spouts of viscous genital elixir.

Whatever the source of her talents, she strove now to employ them with super gusto. Her mouth held a considerable suction as her lips slid over the crown and she drew in his spongy knob and fleshy shaft. Her raspy tongue flat-swiped his coronal nook as it passed by, headed towards her throat. At the entrance to her gullet, she took a breath and pushed it past her tonsils; her nose was buried in his curly tuff.

She swallowed and he flinched again, marveling at her oral skills. A pause preceded the slow withdrawal until only his knob remained in her warm mouth. Another tip probe tasted his pre-cum. The tone was set and now a series of head bobs commenced the fellatio rhythm in earnest. His hands rested lightly on her dark hair, pulled back in a professional-looking ponytail clasped at the back. He avoided forcing any tempo, simply letting her lead the way to his gratification.

But a blowjob wasn't his idea of a culmination. He wanted to fuck her. So, he did force the issue, using his hands to draw her face from his groin. She sucked harder, resisting his halt to her efforts before she gained her tasty reward. He pushed her back, making her plop her ass on her heels, looking at him with suppressed disappointment.

'Up, butt on the desk edge.'

She rose and leaned against the same wooden edge as before. He rose from his chair, his pants dropping to his ankles. He shuffled a few steps until he stood between her legs. His hands hooked under her knees and pulled upward; she took his intent and boosted her ass on the desktop.

He hooked her calves over his shoulders, forcing her body to drop back on the desk, her hands gripping the far edge for stability. Her tits bounced and settled, forming round torus disks on her chest, with a youthful firmness that held her nipples high on the meaty mounds. He remembered his boob play from just minutes earlier and engaged his fingers in more of the nipple torment. It was her turn for body wobbles at his sensual teasing and the fluid quivers of her feminine flesh only made his ardor grow quicker.

He was ready to fuck her.

'Place me.'

One hand remained at the desk edge grip as she tilted her head up to watch the other one move to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers clutched the saliva-coated cock knob; she braced her calves on his shoulders to lift her ass and finessed his cock tip to the opening of her cunt. An ass wiggle got him slightly inserted and she relaxed her abs, lowering her hips as he followed her down the inch or two.

He took over and, hugging her thighs to his chest, he shoved his cock in, entering her cunt in one long, quick intrusion. She groaned at the stretch of her channel. He groaned at the slippery compression on his sensitized penile nerves. Whatever her previous sexual encounters had been, the elite erect cocks that had probed her cunt had not worked loose her youthful tightness.

He stroked a few test thrusts, judging the available length, before settling into a long steady tempo. His hands dug under her shoulders as he leaned over to first suckle her nipples and then rest his weight on her body, squashing her breasts firmly against his chest. She hugged him with both arms, trusting in his ability to keep her desk-borne.

Their heads were side by side and each heard the other's audible whispers of delight as cock and cunt buffed its mate.

"Oh my God, you're so big... yes, and you're so tight... go deeper... okay, rock your hips when I do... like that?... wow, yes, like that... come on, bang it in... did you feel that bump on your clit... yes, do it again, pound into me..."

They kept it up, stroke by stroke, as the buzzing in their groins built. A familiar sound gave them a start or, rather, a stop. The office door handle turned and swung open. Chrisy had returned from her paperwork assignment. She gave a loud gasp and the desk-borne, genital conjoined fuck-mates twisted their heads to see her open-mouthed look of alarm.

Despite his current encumbrance, Declan acted quickly to defuse the situation. He probed Christy's mind and planted his command.

'Close and lock the door, put down the documents, and come here.'

She complied as they watched. Declan had a flash of cunning when she turned back to approach the spectacle.

'Get down there and suck my balls.'

She considered the sudden thoughts in her head and acquiesced to comply. She wondered if she should kneel behind him with her face upturned and nose in his ass crack or kneel in front of him and have her nose tip against his shaft. She chose the latter.

Kneeling with her body snug between his thighs and the desk, she tilted her head and lifted it higher as his scrotum draped into her open mouth. She let the inner orbs split across her tongue and lodge themselves in her cheeks. Her tongue tasted the sweaty dregs of the copulation's musky lubrication.

Declan felt the warmth of cunt on cock and mouth on balls. He leaned again against his lawyer's naked body and carefully moved back and forth, letting Christy develop a pattern of body sways that followed along as he stroked in her boss lady's pussy. She seemed to get acclimated to her oral contribution and he carefully increased the pace, returning to a steady albeit slower genital churning.

Connie's guttural moans took on renewed urgency and Declan also felt the return of his verve, climbing to an even more intense ardor. He felt his passions rise to a peak and slammed his cock deep into her warm juicy cunt. He held there as his suckled balls delivered their cache of cum up through his erection to burst forth with a vigor that he rarely experienced.

His whole body tingled with the electric sparks emanating from his groin. Christy felt the vibrations on her tongue. Connie felt the blasts of spunk flood her inner core and she reacted to the deluge with a tremorous orgasm that vibrated her body. He was too far gone to acknowledge her cries of bliss, only that his own howls of ecstasy were magnified by her vaginal contractions on his spewing erection.

The atmosphere returned to a quiet calm, broken only by the post-coital huffing of exhausted lovers resuming a slower cadence of breathing. Declan was the first to sufficiently recover. He turned his thoughts to the afterglow and his need to control the situation. First, was Christy.

'You may withdraw to one of the office chairs.'

She widened her jaws and her tongue pushed his sack free. Crab walking out from between his legs, she toddled to a side seat. His dwindled erection had fallen out of its cozy cavern; he pressed his lips to Connie's and smooched a fond kiss of gratitude for her supreme efforts to his satisfaction.

He stood himself up, two hands pushing against her boobs, and lifted her legs off his shoulders, laying them down to dangle over the front of the desk. A puddle of manly spew and feminine dew dripped from her snatch and dribbled down the front panel. He leaned over and drew up his boxers and pants. Connie lay quiescent, wearied by the fucking she had just received.

He had enjoyed her charms and wanted to continue the affair into the weekend. He gave her the mental prompting but she declined its intent and responded out loud.

"No, I can't do it again so soon. Your big cock has gotten me bruised and sore; I won't be ready again for days."

She ran her hands over her sweat-soaked body, giving added attention to her still-enflamed nipples. He grumbled about her lack of interest in his better welfare.

'And what about me?'

The answer was plagued with regret and remorse in its immoral depravity.

"Take Christy."

Declan turned his gaze to the young paralegal that his councilor was offering up for his pleasure. She was a different kind of beauty from her boss but still very attractive in Declan's eyes. He probed her mind, giving her the urge to follow him home for a weekend of sexual exercises.

Declan picked up his copies of the paperwork along with his electronic deposit receipt and left the exhausted lawyer to their own devices, leaving a permanently implanted desire for them to continue their sexual unions at a later time.

Meanwhile, he extended his hand to Christy and led her out to his newly purchased car, seating her in the passenger seat. He drove her back to his new condo and on the way, chose to enjoy Christy in the car.

'Show me your boobs.'

She unbuttoned her blouse, lowered her bra, and popped out her tits. A passing car spied the saucy movement and tooted his appreciation.

Declan's mind and hand reached out to her head. He leaned her over his lap and she worked open his zipper, extracting his slack manly flesh. His nose perceived the odor of dried cum dregs on his cock. She must have noticed it too, but without any hint of hesitation, her tongue and lips joined together to suckle her prize.

Whatever her history, Christy must have had solicitous boyfriends who faithfully taught her the finest of the fellatio arts. She employed kisses, bobs, deep throats, and tongue swipes to stiffen, then enliven his penile pleasure until she brought about his orgasmic emissions which she swallowed with hums of joy.

They arrived at his residence just as she righted herself in her seat, licking up an errant glob of spunk from her chin. She rolled her top over her exposed tits, covering her blushing breasts for the stroll inside.

Therein, Declan used and abused her mind, body, and soul all weekend long to his decadent gratification. On Monday morning, he dropped her back at her office, noticeably disheveled and exhausted, but with a Declan-planted deep subliminal craving to do it again, and soon she hoped.