Monday morning Mary was back in Beck’s office. He rose from behind his desk as she was ushered in by the smirking Amber. Thankfully, he waved the smug little bitch back out the door as he motioned Mary to come stand before him. He grinned in satisfaction as he scanned her up and down, nodding in approval at her attire.
Today she was dressed in a black skirt and conservative black jacket. Her hair was pulled back severely into a tight little bun. Low heels and barely any make-up completed the picture she had been instructed to paint: a prim and proper librarian type. On Friday, after he’d fucked her silly on top of his desk, Beck had issued specific instructions on her costume for today, handing her what looked like a surveillance photo of a similarly dressed woman who looked to be in her mid-40’s leading a young man out of a department store.
Now he motioned for her to show him the rest of her outfit.
Mary’s face flushed slightly as she lifted her skirt to show him her sexy white garter belt holding up the nude-colored stockings she had been ordered to wear. No panties, of course.
"Good, good, " Beck murmured as he circled her slowly. Coming back to the front, he queried, "And the blouse? "
Mary smoothed her skirt back down and unbuttoned her blazer. She held it open for him to see the sheer white blouse underneath. As instructed, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts showed through the thin material.
"Excellent, " Beck exclaimed, nodding for her to button back up and take a seat in front of his desk. He passed her the same photo he’d shown her on Friday, along with several others, all showing the same woman and young man. The woman looked very stern and the young man–boy, really–looked sheepish and shy, eyes always lowered to the ground. Mary looked up at Beck questioningly after leafing through them.
"The frigid bitch is Myriam Wentworth, widow of Chadwick Wentworth the third, " he snorted the name derisively. "The kid is Chadwick the fourth. You’re gonna fuck him today. "
He laughed at Mary’s stunned expression. "Wentworth owned Wentworth Enterprises, a company I’ve had my eye on for years, but old Chadwick would never sell, claiming some shit about his granddaddy founding the business. A couple of years ago he kicked the bucket, and the ice queen there took over. Bitch wouldn’t even take my calls, " he fumed. After a moment of distracted silence, he looked down at Mary and continued, "But as of last week, young Chadwick the fourth there is in control. He just turned 21 and came into his inheritance. You are going to get him to sell. "
"Y-you want me to get him to sell by… by having sex with him? " Mary stammered. Beck merely stared at her, as if daring her to put up a protest. Chilled by the cold look and the memory of the power that the ruthless man held over her family, Mary quickly amended, "I-I mean, why am I dressed like his mother? "
Beck visibly relaxed, moving back behind the desk and sitting in his chair before answering. "Isn’t it obvious? The kid’s a mama’s boy. Follows her around like a lap dog, does whatever she tells him. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was still sucking at the tit. Probably can’t even wipe his own ass. "
Mary still didn’t get it, and Beck could see it in her face.
"Come on! " he exclaimed. "The kid’s obviously never had any pussy: Mother wouldn’t approve. But I happen to know that Mother went out of town, to a ’women’s retreat’–what she’s really doing is getting a face lift–and left poor Chadwick home alone. Well, today you are going to be his Mommy. Get him in here, talk all stern, order him around, treat him like his mama does, with a little prick teasing thrown in. A kid like that, you can bet your ass he secretly wants to fuck Mommy, even if he doesn’t realize it. You’re going to make that dream come true. And when his little head is spinning so fast he doesn’t know which way is up, you’re going to make him sign this contract. " He held up a thick file folder.
"What if he doesn’t sign? " Mary asked.
Beck stared hard at her, chilling her with the fire flickering in his eyes. "Let’s just say, I would not be happy, " he growled. "Now, here’s how it’s going to go… "
And he proceeded to tell her exactly how to act, what to say, and when to do what.
An hour later, Beck was enthusiastically pumping young Chadwick’s hand. "Thanks for coming in, Chad, " he enthused, laying on his considerable charm. "I was a friend of your father. And your lovely mother is well I hope? "
"Yes, sir, " the shy young man answered.
"Good, good. I was sorry she couldn’t be here. It would have been good to get to see her again, " he lied. "May I introduce my assistant, Mrs. Robinson? "
Mary felt her face flush. She hadn’t realized Beck was going to give her a false name, and the name he picked was an obvious reference to the old movie where the young man was seduced by an older woman. She managed to keep her expression cool and aloof as she reached out to shake Chadwick’s hand however. Chadwick, on the other hand, blushed profusely as he took in her appearance and quickly dropped his gaze to the floor as he mumbled a greeting and timidly shook her hand.
"Now Chad, " Beck said, "I realize you said you weren’t interested in selling. But a good business man never says never, am I right? " he laughed, slapping the young man on the back convivially. "So I appreciate you stopping by to look at my proposal. Unfortunately, I just got a call that there’s a problem out at one of my plants, so I’m going to have to go take care of it. You know how it is, being the boss man, don’t you? You want something done right, you have to do it yourself. "
Poor young Chadwick, Mary thought, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. With his blond curls and fair skin, and dressed in a suit, he looked like a schoolboy sent to the principal’s office. Beck wasn’t giving him a chance to get a word in edgewise.
"So, " Beck continued, "I’m going to leave you in Mrs. Robinson’s capable hands. I’m sure she can give you everyting you need. Thanks again for hearing me out, and I’ll see you later. "
And then he was gone, leaving Mary and Chadwick alone in the sudden silence.
"Well, Chadwick,–May I call you Chadwick? " Mary asked. At his shy nod, she continued. "Would you care to have a seat? " She motioned to the sitting area.
"Thank you, " he mumbled. Mary was struck by how young he actually did seem. Although she knew he was 21, his shy demeanor and boyish features made him seem much younger. He could easily pass for one of Susan’s classmates, or even John’s. She led him over to one of the plush leather couches in the corner, laid the folder on the coffee table and turned back to him. "Let me take your jacket so you’ll be more comfortable. " Without giving him a chance to decline, she unbuttoned his suit coat and spun him around to slip it off his shoulders. "Now, isn’t that better? Sit right here. "
Chadwick complied, and Mary seated herself next to him on the couch. She retrieved the folder and laid it in his lap. "Here is an outline of Mr. Beck’s proposal, " she said, leaning against him and opening the folder. She spent the next few minutes pointing out the highlights of the outline, all according to the script Beck had laid out for her. Chadwick kept his eyes on the paper, although his body language told her that her nearness was definitely affecting him.
"And this is the bank draft, payable to you, should you choose to accept Mr. Beck’s offer. I think you’ll agree, it is quite generous. " Mary was pleased to see Chadwick’s eyes widen at the size of the sum. She paused to let the number sink in before continuing. "Now, may I get you a drink while you look this over? "
"Um, a Coke? " he asked.
"Coke? Nonsense, that is not good for you. " Mary tsked at him, giving a disapproving frown. "No, you’ll have a nice cup of tea. Much more suitable for a boy your age. "
"Yes, ma’am, " he murmured sheepishly.
Mary nodded approvingly and moved to the bar. As she began preparing the tea, she called over her shoulder to him. "You know, I have a son just about your age, " she lied. John was only 15. "His name is John. You remind me of him–so polite. Your mother is to be commended for raising such a good boy. And such a handsome one, too. " As she stole a glance at him, she saw him blush profusely. She smiled to herself. This was actually quite fun, and more than a little bit of a turn-on, considering what she was instructed to do to him.
Now Beck’s script called for a bit of acting on her part. "Oh shoot! " she exclaimed as she fumbled with a cup. "I’ve spilled tea on my jacket. " She unbuttoned her blazer and pulled it off, pretending not to notice when his eyes went wide at the sight of her see-through blouse. She could feel his eyes on her as she purposely jiggled her boobs scrubbing at the non-existent spill with a napkin.
"I’d better go rinse this out so it doesn’t stain. Will you excuse me for a moment? "
He politely rose to his feet as she left the room, and she thought she might just be able to see the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. Once she was in the connected restroom, she turned on the water and hung the jacket on a hanger. She spent a few moments staring at herself in the mirror, realizing with a little thrill just how see-through her shirt actually was; her erect nipples were plainly visible.
When she emerged from the restroom, Chadwick’s impeccable manners once again forced him to stand. This time she was pleased to see him holding the file folder in front of himself, subtly trying to hide whatever was happening down below.
"Now where were we? " she asked rhetorically, crossing over to the bar once again, walking briskly to purposefully make her boobs bounce. Picking up the tea tray, she came back over to the couch.
"You may be seated, Chadwick, " she instructed in the best imitation of the stuck-up, snooty snob his mother was purported to be. She bent over in front of him to set the tray on the coffee table, letting her breasts sway with her movements. She could sense his eyes upon her. Moving around the table, she again bent down, much lower than need be, her ass directly in front of his face, to pour two cups of tea from the pot. She knew that from where he was sitting he must be seeing up her skirt, at least to the tops of her stockings.
"How do you like it? "
"H-huh? B-beg your pardon? " Chadwick stammered.
"Your tea? " Mary amended, turning to look at him past her ass as she remained bent at the waist. She could see he was sweating and his eyes kept involuntarily darting back to her ass. "How do you like it? Milk? Sugar? "
“A sweet tooth, hmm? Just like my John.” Turning back to the tray, she added sugar to his cup and stirred it in, then “accidentally” dropped the spoon. "Oh dear, I am all thumbs today. "
Bending lower to pick it up from the floor, she was pleased to hear an audible gasp from behind her. She knew exactly what he was seeing, because, as per Beck’s explicit instructions, she had worn a skirt short enough that if she bent over all the way, it rode up just high enough to expose her vagina. She had even tested it in the mirror at home.
She lingered in that position, making a show of dabbing at the carpet with a napkin where the wet spoon had landed, until she was sure he had gotten a good long look at her pantie-less crotch.
“There now…OH!” As she stood back up she took a step back, tripping over Chadwick’s foot and falling right into his lap. He grunted as she landed on him, instinctively catching her in his arms.
With a quick, deft move, Mary caught his hands as they came around her and subtly guided them straight to her tits. She clamped her hands atop his, holding them there lest he do the polite thing and withdraw them immediately.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, and then, pretending to just notice where his hands were, “Oh, Chadwick!”
She leaned back into him, playing the part of a repressed prude overcome with passion at his touch. At least part of that was true: she was extremely turned on. Moaning softly, she massaged her pliant breast meat with his hands, pleased to feel a raging hard-on pressing against her bottom. But when she ground her ass into it he suddenly stiffened, stifling a groan, then his entire body convulsed. After a hard, involuntary squeeze of her tender tit flesh, he pulled his hands away.
Mary was momentarily confused as to what had just happened, until she felt a seeping wetness against her bottom. Uh oh, she thought, we just went off script.
She turned to look at his face. “Chadwick, did you have an accident in your pants?”
Shamefaced, he avoided her gaze.
“Chadwick! I expect an answer,” she said sternly.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Chadwick mumbled, hanging his head in embarrassment. He looked like he might burst into tears at any second.
“Oh, you poor dear!” She hugged his head to her bosom. “I am sorry I was so clumsy. But don’t you worry, I know these things can happen to a boy. It is nothing to be ashamed of. I have seen it all before. Don’t forget, I have a son, too.”
Some of the tension went out of him at her placating words as she pressed his face into her breasts and stroked his hair soothingly. She remained there on his lap, calming him even as her own anxiety was beginning to build. Beck’s carefully thought out plan was out the window. If she didn’t get him to sign the contracts… She shuddered as she contemplated the consequences. Time for a little improvisation.
“Now then, let’s get this taken care of so we can get back to business.” She rose briskly and held out her hand to the stunned Chadwick.
“Uhhh…” he began, but took her hand timidly. He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, but balked as she led him towards the bathroom. “I, uh, I can handle it.”
“Nonsense! You are a guest of Beck Industries and it is my job to take care of you. Besides, this was my fault in the first place.” Brooking no argument, she pulled him into the bathroom. Once inside, she turned and reached for his belt.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, shying away from her touch.
“I am going to rinse your trousers. I cannot very well let you go out looking like that.” She indicated the large wet spot on the front of his pants. “What would your poor mother think of me?”
Chadwick looked down at himself with a sickly look on his face, flinching away once again as she made another move toward him.
“Chadwick!” she admonished, causing him to jump at her sharp tone. This time he stood passively as she began unbuckling his belt. “Don’t worry, Chadwick, we will have you fixed up in a jiff. I will rinse these out and hang them up next to my jacket to dry. Why, I had to do this very thing for my John just the other day when he spilled a hot chocolate on himself. Burned his thigh, the poor boy. Mothers have to take care of these things for their boys. I am sure your mother takes good care of you, now doesn’t she? I know she would expect me to take good care of you, just as I would expect her to take care of my John if the positions were reversed. How do you address your mother, Chadwick? What do you call her?” She was babbling now, saying whatever popped in to her head to keep him distracted as she bent down to remove his shoes and then got him to step out of the pants.
“M-mother,” he answered absently as he watched her squat down to untie his shoes.
“That’s good. A boy should say Mother, not Mom or Momma, don’t you think? It shows a bit of respect, a good upbringing. It is a mother’s duty to instill good manners in a boy.”
She continued talking as she yanked his underwear down in one quick motion and pulled them over his feet, not giving him an opening to protest. She rose and turned to the sink, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort as she turned on the water and began to rinse out the soiled garments.
“You so remind me of my John. You could be brothers. In fact, from now on I’m going to think of you as my Chadwick. How about that? And you just think of me as your second mother. Will you do that, Chadwick?”
He nodded mutely as she caught his eye in the mirror. Mary gave him a pleased smile as she hung his pants and underwear to dry.
“Oh dear, your shirt is soiled, also,” she pointed out the stain on his shirt tail. She then picked up a white towel and brought it to the nervous young man. “Here, you can cover up with this while your things dry.” With that she began to undo his buttons while he hurried to wrap the towel around himself before he lost the last bit of cloth hiding his genitals.
After rinsing the shirt and adding it to the hanging wardrobe, Mary wet and soaped a washcloth.
“Open your towel, Chadwick,” she ordered.
Taken aback, Chadwick eyed her like she’d ordered him to jump off a cliff. “W-what…?”
“I am going to wash you, silly. We can not have you walking around all sticky. You could get a rash.” At his obvious reluctance, she rolled her eyes and said in an exasperated tone, “Now quit being silly, Chadwick. You do not have anything I have not seen before. Like I told you, I just did this for my John a few days ago.”
When he still didn’t comply, she shook her head in exaggerated impatience and reached for it herself. He jumped, but allowed her to open the front of the towel, exposing a good-sized flaccid cock and balls, surrounded by a sand colored thatch of pubic hair, matted with cum. With a tingling little thrill running through her body, Mary began washing him.
Chadwick stood stiffly, almost holding his breath as she ran the soapy cloth over his lower belly, down to his upper and inner thighs, then onto his penis itself, which immediately began to react. Mary took her time, sensuously massaging his growing cock before taking it in her free hand and lifting it so she could wash his hanging balls. Chadwick inhaled sharply and almost shied away when she touched it, but she kept him in place with a firm grip, holding him there as she rolled his heavy testicles in the soapy cloth. She could barely contain herself as the hot cock grew fully erect in her hand. Then, instead of merely letting go, she allowed herself the luxury of sliding her hand up and over the bulbous head to release him.
“Do not move,” she ordered throatily as she reluctantly turned back to the sink to wet a second washcloth. She looked at him in the mirror, standing there dressed only in socks, holding his towel open. He was very pale all over, as if he never got out in the sun. His body looked soft, not lean and muscular like her own son’s athletic build, almost feminine if not for the big stiff cock standing at attention.
And what a nice cock it was! Better than average in length, good thickness, standing nice and straight… Her pussy was already creaming in anticipation. She went back to him and began wiping away the soap with the clean cloth. He shuddered when the cloth ran over his straining hardon.
“There is no need to be embarrassed, Chadwick,” she said softly, looking into his extremely blushing face. “Boys get erections. It is perfectly natural. My John got an erection when I helped him.” She took the towel from his hands and dried him, looking down at his cock. “Yes, he got a big, beautiful erection. So lovely…” she whispered, as if losing herself in the memory. “I so longed to fellate it…”
Of course nothing of the sort had ever happened, nor had she ever thought of her own son in that way. She was merely trying to follow Beck’s instructions and make Chadwick relate herself to his mother. Still, just saying such things gave her a queer feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She turned away, vacantly staring, taking his towel with her, leaving him no cover. Stopping at the sink, she absentmindedly laid the towel aside and unzipped her skirt. Pushing it down, she stepped out of it, pretending not to hear Chadwick’s sharp intake of breath as her garter-framed ass came into view. She continued to act as if she had forgotten his presence as she rinsed the cum stain out of the rear of the skirt, then picked up the washcloth she had used on him and rubbed it over the exposed white cheek of her ass where the semen had soaked through to her skin. Only when she picked up the towel to dry her ass did she look up to catch his eye in the mirror.
"Chadwick, " Mary said, turning slowly. "Would you call me Mother? "
Chadwick was breathing hard, standing in the center of the room in only his socks staring at her body, trying unsuccessfully to hide his massive boner with his hands. He nodded mutely.
"Say it. "
"Mother, " he rasped.
Mary smiled. As she wordlessly stared into his eyes, she folded the towel in half, in half again, and again. Then she slowly crouched, laid the folded towel on the tile floor, and knelt, using it as a cushion beneath her knees.
“Come here, Chadwick.”
He slowly stepped forward, looking ready to bolt at any moment. When he finally was within reach, she gently took his hands and pulled them away from his crotch. She held his hands out with hers and looked up at him.
"Put your penis in my mouth. " He only stared down at her, eyes wide with apprehension. "Do as Mother says, Chadwick, " she said sternly and opened her mouth in waiting.
The timid young man did as instructed, inching forward and maneuvering the throbbing head of his rigid pole toward her mouth. Mary didn’t move, forcing him to come to her. Chadwick guided the head of his cock into her waiting mouth. Mary held his gaze as she closed her lips around the shaft. He moaned low in his throat. She smiled around his cock, and only then began to move her head forward and back, sucking his cock slowly, never taking her eyes from his.
Chadwick’s face was beet red, sweat beaded his brow, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He looked as if he might swoon any second. After a few long minutes of sensuous cocksucking, Mary finally released his hands and pulled his rigid cock out of her mouth. Keeping a firm grip on the straining rod, she stood.
"Give Mother a kiss, Chadwick. "
Breathing heavily, Chadwick leaned down and puckered his lips. With her free hand, Mary grabbed him behind the neck and smothered his mouth with hers, snaking her tongue inside. Hesitatingly, Chadwick returned the favor, testing her mouth with his own tongue, and was soon kissing her back with equal passion. Finally, Mary broke away, breathing heavily herself now.
"Come with me, " she commanded. She turned toward the door, pulling him along by the cock. Chadwick hurried to keep up, waddling awkwardly as she breezed through the bathroom door. Mary almost giggled at the sight they must have made: her in her garter and stockings leading the pale young man, naked but for his own black socks, pulling him by the cock like he was her own little red wagon. Almost, except for the burning need that was eminating from her creaming pussy. She led him over to Beck’s large desk, turned and leaned her ass on the edge.
Finally releasing her hold on his cock, she unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide from her shoulders. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to her for another deep, passionate kiss, then forced his head down to her breasts. She guided his mouth to her achingly erect nipple, which he immediately began to suck and lick.
Mary moaned with pleasure. "Ooh, Chadwick! Suck Mother’s breasts! Mmmm…bite it! Bite Mother’s nipple! Harder! Oh yes, you are such a good boy! Do you like Mother’s breasts Chadwick? "
"Yes Mother, " Chadwick gasped as she pulled him to her other breast.
After he had given it an equal amount of attention, Mary began to push his head lower. He dutifully kissed his way down her belly, over her garter belt and into the well-manicured garden of her pubes. Chadwich moaned as he nuzzled into the short-cropped wiry triangle. Mary gave him a few seconds to breathe in her heady musk, then pulled his head back to look up at her.
"Do you want to taste Mother, Chadwick? " At his eager nod, she demanded, "Ask nicely. "
"Mother, may I please taste you? " Chadwick begged.
"Tell Mother you love her. "
"I love you, Mother, " Chadwick fairly whimpered.
"Mother loves you, too, " Mary smiled down at him. She brought her fingers to her pussy. His gaze followed her movement as she spread apart her lust-swollen lips and pulled him to her. "Taste me, Chadwick. Taste Mother’s sex. Mmm, yes, that is wonderful! Keep doing that, Chadwick darling! You are making Mother feel so good! "
And it did feel good. Mary was getting hotter and hotter as Chadwick’s inexperienced tongue swabbed her wet pussy. What he lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm as he lapped at her lips and clit like a thirsty hound. Her pussy quivered in response, leaking more nectar for him to lick up. Finally she could take no more. She grabbed him by the hair again and pulled him to his feet, kissing him passionately.
"Chadwick, " she whispered breathlessly, "Mother needs intercourse… " She grabbed his throbbing hardon and stroked it as she looked into his wide, lust-filled eyes. "Mother wants your beautiful cock inside her! Would you like that, Chadwick? Would you like to fuck your Mother? "
Poor Chadwick was about to explode. He panted heavily, and she thought he might actually faint when she said the word ’fuck’ but even as an intense blush reddened his face, he nodded quickly. "Yes, Mother! Please may I…fuck you? "
"Come, " she commanded, suppressing the urge to smile triumphantly. She had to remain in character: this was the most crucial moment. Once again she led him by the cock, this time back to the couch where they had begun. She pushed him so he sat down in his original spot, then climbed atop him, knees on either side of him as she straddled his lap. She reached down and steadied his jutting hardon, positioning herself above it, then lowered herself slowly, looking into his eyes as he entered her.
Chadwick’s jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over as his cock was engulfed by a hot slippery tightness. He moaned unconsciously as Mary settled onto his lap. She was suddenly glad that he had inadvertently blown a load into his pants earlier, certain that he would have just ejaculated had that not happened. Now they were back on Beck’s script. Let him get his dick wet, then hit him with it, Beck had crudely instructed.
"Oh my God, Chadwick! " she gasped. "You have made me completely forget about the contract! "
"H-huh? " he mumbled, eyes still refusing to focus.
She grabbed him under the chin and forced him to look at her. "The contract, Chadwick. If Mr. Beck comes back and we have not come to an agreement, I will be fired. You don’t want me to be fired, do you, Chadwick? " While she was speaking, she moved his hands to her breasts as another distraction to his senses.
"N-no… " Chadwick stammered.
"If you sign the contract, you will be a very rich boy, Chadwick. Then you can take care of your poor Mother for the rest of her life. You do want to take care of Mother, don’t you, darling? Mother loves you! Don’t you love Mother? Won’t you take care of Mother? "
Mary was really pouring it on now, not giving Chadwick a moment to think. And all the time she was talking, she was working her kegel like crazy, squeezing and milking his twitching bone with her pelvic muscles. Randy, her former massage therapist/lover, had taught her that trick, and she’d gotten so good at it that she could make him cum without even moving. Plus, it kept her pussy nice and tight, and made her own orgasms so much more powerful.
Poor Chadwick was overwhelmed, alternately shaking and nodding his head dumbly in response to her questions. Her vaginal massage was so distracting, she could tell he didn’t know if he was coming or going, if his own mother or Mrs. Robinson was speaking to him. He looked like a little lost boy. Mary felt sorry for him then, sorry that she had to do this to him, but a deeper, secret part of her revelled in the power she held over him. The power of pussy!
Now was the time. She reached back and picked up the contract and the pen. She put the pen in Chadwick’s hand, then turned to the last page of the contract and laid it against her chest.
"Sign here, Chadwick. Do it for Mother. Be Mother’s good boy and take care of her. Mother loves you, Chadwick. Mother loves her good boy so much! "
Chadwick signed his name. Very carefully, Mary took the pen and the contract and laid them aside, all the while cooing and praising, squeezing and milking.
"Now, Chadwick, " she said, reverting to her stern demeanor. "Lay Mother down and fuck her like a man! That’s right, put Mother on her back. Now fuck, Chadwick! Fuck Mother hard! "
Once he had rolled on top of her, awakened from his stunned state, Chadwick began thrusting wildly, frantically. His cock slipped out, Mary guided it back in. His face was so red she feared he was going to stroke out, but before she could slow him down or even begin to think about her own pleasure, he went rigid, gasping and moaning as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her, wheezing and sweating.
Mary cursed inwardly, frustrated, but her job was not finished. Her last task was to separate him and the contract before he could change his mind. She was to get it to Amber who was to rush it down to Feinberg in Legal. She held Chadwick with her arms and legs until he had calmed somewhat, his breathing becoming more normal.
"Withdraw your penis, Chadwick, " she instructed, reverting to her former cold and formal tone. He shuddered as he complied, pulling his softening cock from her clasping vagina. "Now get up, go into the washroom and get cleaned up. Go on now, I will be in momentarily to help you. "
He climbed wearily to his feet, avoiding her eyes. As the sheepish young man disappeared through the washroom door, Mary rose and snatched up the contract. After a quick look around for something to cover up with, all her clothes being in the bathroom, she muttered a curse under her breath. She went to the office door and eased it open, hiding behind it and peeking out.
"Psst! " she hissed at Amber-the-little-bitch-secretary. When the girl looked up, Mary held the contract out to her, waving it impatiently. Amber merely smiled smugly and pointed to her in-box. Damn it! Fucking little bitch!
Glaring, Mary slipped out the door, clad only in her garter belt and stockings with Chadwick’s cum leaking out of her vagina. She crossed quickly to the desk and slapped the contract down angrily. As she turned to retreat back into the office, she saw three men standing near the elevator, conversation interrupted as they stared at her with lecherous grins. None of them seemed particularly surprised. With a flush of embarrassment, she realized the whole company probably knew about Roderick Beck’s personal whore by now.
Standing up straight, she flipped the onlookers a middle-finger salute, stuck her nose in the air, and marched back into the office.