Lizzie's Deposition

Author's Notes: Thank you to kenjisato for proofreading/editing.

This is the beginning of what I intend to be a series.

It is also my first story so comments and suggestions would be much appreciated.

All characters are at least 18 even if not stated.

---Chapter 01: End of Elizabeth---

My name is Elizabeth Rutter, and I'm a lawyer at Obelisk Law; one of the biggest, if not the biggest, law firms in the state. Right now, I am in the middle of a large suit between my client, Wade Industries, and their biggest competitor, MagnaCorp. With such a large case, many lawyers would get worried and try to settle, but not me. I am undefeated in court, which has helped me secure my position as a partner at the age of thirty-three. It may not seem like much, but in the world of law, one usually doesn't make partner until they are in their fifties.

If that wasn't enough a testament to my merit, the lawyer representing MagnaCorp was Jack Hughson. He would call us rivals, but in reality, it was a one-sided affair, dating all the way back to law school. I was always top of all of our classes, while he was always beneath me in second. Obelisk was eyeing us both, but, of course, I beat him out for the prestigious position. We have faced each other a total of six times in court since, and I had crushed him each time; this seventh would be no different.

I was spending a late Friday night at my office, putting in more work on my trial planning. Between the trial, meetings with other clients, and other duties I had as a senior partner, I was constantly busy. Not to mention that for the next six months I would be overseeing our new Reach Ahead Associates.

Each January to June, Obelisk had the Reach Ahead Associate program, where local high schoolers work as interns at the firm for their final semester of high school, so that they have a foot in the door into the world of law. Of course, as a prestigious firm, only the brightest and most capable get in so they were normally very diligent kids. Most of them were, so it let me keep the bare minimum attention required to watch over them, and let me work on my trial strategy and planning.

The amount of work I was putting into the trial was a nice distraction from the abrupt dumping I had received at the hands of my then-ex-boyfriend Tony. He stated the reason being I was more in love with my career than I was with him, which was a big statement for someone who I was dating for five years. Sure, I was at the office a lot, and even in my free time, I was taking calls from clients and working, but he didn't understand how hard it was to make it to the top of such a cutthroat career, especially as a woman. Five years down the drain just because I had a career.

My melancholy thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on my door. It was a sound I had not heard in a while since having a secretary. "Come in," I said. The door opened and in came Jared Jacobs.

While the rest of the Reach Ahead Associates were assiduous and eager students, who worked hard and had aspirations for the world of law, Jared was an insult to the program. He was wholly unkempt, at five foot, seven inches tall, greasy hair, and with arms that made spaghetti look like pillars. Not to mention, he was lazy, didn't take anything seriously, and most of all, he was a sexist and chauvinist pig.

On his first day, he made a comment about how he was surprised that such a prestigious firm let a woman be anything other than a secretary or receptionist. Ever since then, I had grilled him more than any other associate. It was pretty well known that the only reason he even got into the program was because his father was close with our current head of HR, Reginald. As the head of HR, Reginald was also the head of hiring.

I looked up from my computer to see him with his eyes glued to my chest. I could see him undressing me with his eyes, despite them being contained in my blouse. I normally wore a blazer around the office to be more modest, but it was late, barely anyone was still here, and I was alone in my own office. I tried to get his attention with a few snaps but his eyes were glued to my chest; I couldn't blame him, though.

As my girl friends would say, my body was killer. With hazel eyes and naturally wavy, ombre blonde hair, which came down just past my ample G-cup bust, I stood five foot, nine inches tall, and sported a 40-34-38 figure with an equally impressive ass to boot. I had a curvy frame, but my daily pilates kept me toned as well. I was regularly mistaken for a senior at our local university, a whole decade younger than my true age. A misconception I was proud of.

I grew tired of the staring, and finally slapped my hand on my table causing a loud bang across the room. "I'm surprised you're here any later than five o'clock, Jared. Now I'm very busy as you can see, so tell me what you want, or get out." I said, putting my blazer back on.

"Keep the blazer off, in fact I think the blouse should be off, too," he said.

"Excuse me?!" I yelled, getting up from behind my desk.

"Sit down," he said, in such a domineering tone, it caught me off guard. He threw a manila folder onto my desk. "From this point onwards, you're no longer my boss, I'm yours," he said.

"Once again, excuse me?! I don't care how close your father is with Reginald, I will make sure you never sniff a law firm ever again!" I screamed.

"Read the files in the folder, and then we'll talk about how you'll ruin my life or whatever," he said, sitting down on one of two chairs in front of my desk.

I opened the folder and my jaw nearly dropped to the deck. "How the fuck did you find this?!" I screamed.

The contents of the folder were answers to the LSAT from the year I took it. I couldn't take chances on my dream of becoming a lawyer, so I found a guy who, for a very steep price, was able to find and distribute answers to my year's LSAT. I always meant to burn this folder, but I became so caught up in law school, then my job, I had forgotten about it altogether.

"Who cares how I found it; all that matters is that I have it," he said, kicking his feet up on my desk. I centred myself and realised what a stupid move it was for him to toss this right to me. I ripped up the folder, and the folders inside, in half and crumpled them into my trash can.

"Good job, idiot, handing over your one piece of leverage. Now, you have nothing. Now, get out of my office or security will come up and do it for you," I said sternly, sitting back down in my chair.

He began laughing. "You really think I didn't take pictures of it? It's already backed up on my phone, my computer, and a good number of storage apps."

My glare that normally made my colleagues and rivals alike tremble, was powerless on this high school senior, who knew my secret.

I let out a deep sigh and steeled myself for the inevitable. "What do you want? Money? I can give you money," I asked, attempting to hide the dread in my voice.

"I don't care for money, I want you."

My hazel eyes nearly bulged out of my head. "What do you mean by that...?" I said, covering myself as much as I could.

"You're going to do as I say, and your little secret doesn't reach the state bar. Understood?" he said.

"I am the youngest senior partner ever at a prestigious law firm, you are some deadbeat high school senior who nepo'd his way in here. I will never take orders from you," I retorted.

"All I need to do to end your career as the youngest senior partner ever, is to send a single email. It could be to the managing partner, to the state bar, even your alma mater. Any of them get hold of this information I have, and it's over for you," he shot back.

I was so used to being the one in control. Controlling a meeting, a deposition, a courtroom, and here I was, at the mercy of this high school senior. "Fine," I mustered, gritting my teeth together.

"Good, glad we have an understanding," he said, eyeing me up and down. "Take the blouse off, those horrible business girl pants off, too," he said.

I reluctantly did so, unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my heavy bust; then, I undid my belt and dropped my pants.

"Good girl, now come around the desk."

I walked in front of my desk, clad only in my cotton black bra and panties.

He remained seated and looked me up and down. "Interlock your hands behind your head, and thrust your chest out," he ordered.

I did so.

He stood up, making it clear that he was about two inches shorter than me, and walked around me, eyeing me up and down. I felt like a cattle being inspected by a farmer. "Now tell me, are these real?" he asked, grabbing my breasts from behind.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed. I immediately turned around and shoved him off of me.

He fell onto my desk, back first, and looked up at me with a smile. "I guess you don't care about that precious career of yours," he said, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and showing me a copy of the file on his phone.

Understanding my position, I let out a deep sigh, and I resumed the humiliating position. "Yes, yes they're real!" I said.

He stood back up and held out a hand a few centimetres away from my breasts. I glared at him but we both knew I had no choice. I took a step and closed the distance, leaving my left breast in his hand.

His hand began kneading my breast, and I had to just stand there and let him. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and pulled my breast towards him, a few times, before holding out his other hand. I rotated myself so that my other breast was in his other hand where he proceeded to repeat the process.

"Have you had any work done?" he asked.

"No, I'm completely natural," I said, while he yanked on my nipples.

"Elizabeth Rutter. With tits like these, we should call you Lizzie Udders," he said, laughing and kneading my breasts faster and rougher.

All I wanted to do was headbutt him and throw him out the window. I hated the name Lizzie; it was what people called me in grade school, it was demeaning and childish. But I couldn't do anything other than let him grope me. One hand stayed on my chest, while the other went down and he began grabbing my ass and smacking it, every few grabs. He then grabbed at my panties, and yanked them into my pussy. I let out a deep breath, as I felt the string wedge between my pussy lips.

"Strip out of that horrendous underwear," he ordered, walking around my desk and then sitting in my chair.

"Look kid, it's one thing for me to be in my underwear, it's another for me to be completely naked in front of you." I warned.

"From now on, you speak only when spoken to, or else." He patted the phone in his pocket.

I glared at him before letting out a deep sigh. I reached down and undid my bra, letting my heavy breasts drop out. Then, I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them.

"Landing strip, interesting choice." he sneered pointing at how I trimmed myself. He held his hand out and I handed him both my bra and panties. He took a deep sniff of them both before pocketing them. A disgusting pervert, I thought to myself.

"Now come around and resume the position in front of me."

I did as was told. I walked in front of him wearing nothing but two-inch heels and with my chest level to his face, I thrust it out while locking my hands behind my head. I looked up towards the ceiling, trying to not let him see the humiliation on my face.

I expected his hands to come back to my breasts but I was shocked when I felt his hand grab my pussy. "Hey!" I screamed, dropping my hands and grabbing his wrist. I gave him daggers with my eyes, but I could only be so intimidating with his hand on my pussy.

He wagged his other finger in my face. "For such a smart girl, you don't listen; then again, you cheated to get into law school, so maybe you're not that smart," he said. "Now, either get back into position and take this like the bitch you are, or your career is over," he said, with that domineering tone.

I had no choice. I resumed and steeled myself, while his hand rubbed my pussy. The worst part was, I could feel myself heating up, and so could he.

"Oh my, you're wet. You like this, don't you? Underneath that arrogant bitch, you're just a slut, aren't you... Lizzie?"

I remained silent, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Thrust your pussy at me, let me get a better look at it," he ordered.

I continued my silence, but I did as I was told and thrust my pussy into his face.

"Oh my god!" he cried out. "Wow, Lizzie, not only do you have fat-cow tits, but your cunt looks like a burnt Thanksgiving pot roast! Everything about you is cow-like!" he joked.

I fought back tears, listening to his remark of my pussy being described as such. "Fuck you," I shot back.

He continued to rub my pussy, making me more wet. He took my clit and rubbed it between his fingers, causing me to let out a little gasp. "I knew you liked this," he said, before tugging on it and going back to rubbing me.

I began trembling and it became harder and harder to hide my pleasure. He rubbed faster, and faster. My body reacted, my nipples pierced the air and I was struggling to bite my tongue.

"I can tell you're trying to hide it, Lizzie-- don't. Let it all out, scream like the bitch slut you are," Jared said, rubbing me at the same pace.

I ignored him the best I could, but the more it went on, the more difficult it became to hide. He kept going, and going, then I felt it. He was about to push me over the edge. My breathing became heavier and my face was flushed. My body moved independently from my mind, thrusting my pussy towards him, looking to finish me.

"My, my, Lizzie, so eager," he said, chuckling.

I could barely hear him, though; I was in heat, whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was so close. It had been so long since I had had any intimacy, even with my ex, it had probably been a year before we had broken up. I was getting so close, closer, closer, I could feel it...

He pulled his hand away. "Nuh-uh, Lizzie, that's a special reward that you haven't earned yet," he chuckled again.

I could feel my body moving on its own, desperate for the climax that was so close. As my body fought desperately for the climax, my mind came back in control. "Okay, you've had your fun... Now, delete the files and we can forget any of this happened," I said, still flushed.

"We haven't even scratched the surface of what I have planned for you, Lizzie."

I shivered at the thought of any more humiliation at his hands.

He unzipped his pants and let his semi-erect cock out. "Kneel and suck it," he ordered.

"No way in hell am I putting that anywhere near my mouth."

"How many more times must I remind you of the position you're in, literally and metaphorically." He slapped my breasts with both of his hands, reminding me of the revealing position I was in-- my hands behind my head, my chest thrust out, me completely nude. "You're going to get on your knees because we both know you care too much about this career of yours to risk it. Now get down and suck."

I slowly got down on my knees, and inched my head towards his then-fully erect cock. That thing had to be at least eight inches; it was nearly twice as large as my ex's. I wasn't experienced with giving head, but I knew I was good at it, the few times I did it for my ex he had cum quickly. I inched close and closer, wondering if I was actually going to debase myself like this. I felt Jared's hands grab my hair and pulled me right next to his cock before slapping me in the face with it.

"If I feel any bit of teeth, you're done," he said, before shoving it in my mouth.

I wasn't ready and gagged really hard, but he didn't let up. Controlling me with my hair, he bobbed my head up and down his massive shaft while, I was fighting for air. Never before had I had something so large in my mouth. I was trying my best to make sure I didn't accidentally grit any teeth, but with the fight for air mixed with my inexperience, it was a struggle.

He finally pulled my head off and I gasped for air. When I looked up at him, he was smiling down at me. I was already plotting how to get out of this and take revenge on this bastard, but all I could do for the time being was comply. After catching my breath, I went back down on his cock; I figured if I had to do it, I would make him cum as quickly as possible, and not let this drag out.

I took it in my mouth and began bobbing my face down his lengthy shaft in an attempt to make him cum as quickly as possible. Maybe once he was exhausted and satisfied, I could find a way to convince him to let this go. Truth be told, I hated giving head, whenever my ex had asked, I almost always refused, but I was always able to get him off quickly so I figured Jared wouldn't be any challenge.

I bobbed up and down, up and down; I brought my hands around his cock, I swirled my tongue around his tip; I tried everything to make him cum, but nothing was working and my jaw was beginning to hurt.

Jared grabbed my hair and pushed me down against his cock, it was so much bigger than I was used to. After a few seconds, I was desperate for air, I began slamming my hand into Jared's waist in a plea to let go. Finally, he did, but kept a strong grip on my hair. I shot my head back gasping for air as saliva and drool dropped onto my breasts.

"Elizabeth Rutter is sucking my cock. Holy fuck!" he yelled, as he directed my head back towards his other head and I resumed this torturous task.

I, once again, did everything I knew how to do that worked so well before. I kept going and going, but it wasn't doing it. Then he began breathing heavier, and I knew I was almost done with this. I swirled my tongue faster, bobbed faster, and circled my hands as quickly as possible along his shaft. I felt his cock begin to pulsate and I was going to quickly aim it on the floor, then try to negotiate a way out of this.

Instead, Jared, using both hands, pinned my head to his cock as he shot his load. It must've been a baker's dozen shots, as my cheeks ballooned and I was once again pounding at his waist, pleading for air.

"Once I let you go, you're going to swallow all of that. Any drop lands on the ground, and you're done," he said, before pulling my head off his dick.

I glared at him before swallowing his cum, and then sticking my tongue out to prove to him that I did. I was hoping he would be tired and spent, but to my shock, his cock was back up instantly.

"All right," he then ordered, "get up and lie on your desk."

I got up and lay down on my desk. I had only ever had sex with one other man before; that number was about to double today-- and it was going to be this high school senior. He got in front of me and I saw his shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

"Spread your legs, Lizzie."

I spread my legs as ordered, and watched as he rubbed my own juices before slapping it with his cock a few times. It took everything I had to not bite his dick when it had been in my mouth; it would take even more to lie here and get fucked by him.

He pushed his cock into me and I let out a gasp. His cock was so much bigger than I've ever had. He began thrusting into me over and over; I was trying my best to hold back any pleasure this could bring; as much as I hated him, his cock was still massive and ramming my twat.

"I can't believe it, after all this time, I'm finally fucking Elizabeth Rutter," he boasted, while continuing to thrust into me. "Ever since I've gotten here, you treating me and the rest of the associates like dirt, now look at you!"

While he continued thrusting and ramming me, he yanked my ankles behind his head and eventually my body betrayed me.

I couldn't help it, I began letting out soft moans.

"Yeah, I knew you would like it. Moan for me, Lizzie," he said, as he continued ramming me.