The Legal Assistant [MF] [Femdom] [Tease] [Masturbation] [Office]

Our firm needed a new legal assistant. Though the job was mostly secretarial which included filling in at the receptions desk, the senior partner hoped we could find a pre-law or law student that could also help with some research and writing.

Another partner and I got shackled with the task of interviewing, though the senior partner declared he would have the final say in the decision. It wasn’t so bad as it turned out. All the candidates were about the same: smart, inexperienced in law, some secretarial experience, eager. We weren’t expecting much different from the last candidate, a first year law student. That is, until she walked through the door of the conference room.

In came this absolute goddess of a woman. Natasha (Nastya, she liked to be called), had been born in Russia though raised mostly in the US. She was (and still is) one of the most stunningly beautiful women I’ve ever met in real life. She had a dark-complexion- brunette with long and very deep, dark hair, olive skin and hazel eyes, an unbelievably beautiful face with little cheek dimples to boot. Nastya was also pretty tall, about 5’6” maybe, looking even taller in very stylish high heels which she always liked to wear. That day she had on a tight black skirt, blue blouse and blazer. Nastya was slim, but her outfit made us immediately aware that she was not lacking curves in all the right places. Her breasts looked especially stunning. The neckline of the blouse was low, but appropriate for an interview, modest enough to tastefully display her décolletage without giving any hint of cleavage. The blouse was also tight around her chest, but fit her well with no straining against the buttons. You could tell however that there wasn’t a millimeter of fabric to spare.

I could tell that Tony, the partner I was working with, was gawking and making same lewd assessment of her that I was. We eventually collected ourselves enough to get on with the interview. I don’t recall how it went, but it really must have been pretty matter-of-fact. I was certain Tony had made the same decision I had. Nastya was as qualified as any of the other candidates, so we might as well hire the one that was easy on the eyes too. Since we knew that the senior partner was even more of a love (or lust?)-smitten puppy around beautiful women than we were, we ignored his request to have the final say and hired Nastya pretty much on the spot. The senior partner was angry when he found out. Without explaining why, we told him that once he met Nastya he’d have no objections. He was not sure how to take our response, but suffice to say he never made a stink about our decision thereafter. Marnie, our full-time Secretary, was one of those women that could easily give and take with the boys like the best of them. Her reaction was pretty predictable. She had taken one look at Natstya, knew immediately why we did what we did, looked at Tony and me and just shook her head in disbelief.

Nastya ended up being fine as an assistant, though a bit forgetful and sloppy in her work. Every day that Nastya worked however I was happy: happy to see her walk by my office, walk into my office, or just sitting at a desk. Her wardrobe continued to be stunning, stylish and professional, but always also complimented her beautiful body. She only wore skirts and heels, never a pants or a pant suit. On top, Nastya would rotate between silky, sheer blouses or tight turtleneck sweaters. The size and roundness of her breasts were never hidden. Of course I fantasized as to whether Nastya could be nasty in sexual way as her name seemed to imply. Though it was clear she knew how to use her words, expressions and appearance to be flirtatious and create a little sexual tension, Nastya never really seemed “that type.”

One night, Nastya and I worked late to finish a pleading that needed to be submitted the following morning. I hadn’t really needed her to stay and told her so, but she insisted saying that maybe she’d get to help a little more with the writing and research if she stayed as opposed to the more mundane secretarial stuff she usually did. Fine, I thought, and we got down to work. As the night wore on, we got more tired and were a bit more casual in our interaction. Nothing specific or clearly unprofessional mind you, but enough that my tired brain started to perceive things that made me more and more horny. Had Nastya come a little more close that last time she came to my office? Was she joking and teasing more because she was tired too or because she liked me? Eventually, I was able to focus on little more than what Nastya would look like naked and what I would do with her sexually if I had the chance.

At one point, I saw her walk by my office door and out the front entrance. Probably heading to the lady’s room, I guessed. I was in need of jacking off to release the tension I was feeling and get back to work. I should have gotten up to go to the men’s room for this or at least shut my office door, but judgement being impaired by tiredness and laziness, I let my dick out in my office instead and started stroking furiously, hoping to be done by the time Nastya came back. Otherwise, I was in trouble. Nastya had to walk by my door to get back to her desk.

It didn’t take long at all before I was close. I slouched down a bit and lolled my head back on my desk chair, closed my eyes, and tried to envision doing something to Nastya that I knew would get me over the finish line of my masturbation session. I settled on imagining straddling Nastya and pistoning my cock between her two, bare breasts before creaming on her tits.

Just as I was close to cumming on Nastya’s boobs (in my fantasy at least), I heard a noise in my office and froze. I stopped stroking myself, but didn’t let go of my dick or open my eyes hoping the sound was nothing. I was about to finish the job when I heard something again and opened my eyes. Nastya was standing beside my desk where she couldn’t miss seeing everything I was doing, arms crossed under her chest and legs slightly apart in a disapproving teacher sort of pose. This time I let go of my hard on, sat up and immediately grabbed the arm rests with both hands anxiously. What I didn’t do in my shock was put my wood away. My dick remained upright and proud, bouncing slightly up and down with each heartbeat. I knew from how it just felt in my hand that the head had to be glistening noticeably with pre-cum. I had been less than second at that point from spurting.

“So, what’s all this,” Nastya said, looking up and down me as I sat in the chair. “Do you do this often when you work at night?” I mumbled some sort of “no” in response. “Why now then?” Before I could stammer an answer, Nastya asked, “Is it about me? Were you just thinking of me when you were doing that?” I nodded. There was something about how Nastya asked her questions that made me wonder whether she was angry or teasing. She did appear angry enough however. And somehow, being sternly interrogated by her turned me, enough so that my erection remained as hard as it had been and I started getting the strong desire to grab hold of my cock again. I didn’t at first because I had no idea where this was headed. Whether it was ok, amusing or disgusting to her.

Nastya came around the desk and stood between me and it. She clamped her hands down over my wrists, pinning my arms to the arm rests. “You want to grab your dick, don’t you? You’re desperate to come right now, aren’t you?” I nodded. “I can see how bad it is for you. Look at that dick twitch.” She was right of course. My hard on ached and the pressure in my balls was growing.

She knelt down in front of me. My mind immediately willed her to take me in her mouth. Nastya however never loosened her stern grip on my arms, which were still pinned. She didn’t take me in her mouth, but instead she brought her face close. First positioning her head so my cock was just by her left cheek as she looked up at me. Nastya seemed to know right where to place herself so I could feel the warmth of her cheek on my rod and almost imagine that it would graze against her as it throbbed. After a moment of staring at me, she switched her head to the other side, letting her warm breath flow slightly over the bottom of my dick as she did so. I shifted a bit in the chair out of frustration.

“This must be tough for you, Mr. Big-shot lawyer. You’re not in charge now are you?” I nodded my head. “Maybe you’re not much of a big shot after all. Instead of having the guts to hit on me, you just decided to be weak and pleasure yourself.” She had a point, I thought.

Still controlling my hands, Nastya got down to torturing me. She ran her face up and down each side of my shaft, making sure I felt her breath on it as she did but no contact. Then she opened her mouth slightly over the tip. I imagined entering her mouth, but she instead just puffed some breath on it the way you see people do when polishing shoes or silverware. Nastya kept all this up for some time. I was dying, squirming in my seat, trying at times to position myself so my dick would touch her face or lips. It never worked though.

Instead, the aching and throbbing grew along with the pressure to come. Pre-cum would pearl up every so often, wetting my cockhead. Eventually, I tried to free my right arm, so I could relieve myself. Nastya wouldn’t let it go. She stared at me for a few seconds, then said, “Ok, I want you to take your tie off. I’m going to let go of your arms. I’m not promising anything, but you’ll lose any chance of seeing me naked if you try to touch yourself. Understood?” I whimpered a “yes.”

Ignoring the terrible urge to grab myself, I took my tie off. Nastya took it from me. “I noticed you jerk off with your right hand, correct?” As I nodded, she tied my right arm to the chair and went back to holding my left down. Nastya then began breathing lightly on my cock again before this time allowing it to gently touch her cheeks and graze her lips occasionally. I was back to squirming. “Honey, what’s the matter? Having some discomfort?”Now that Nastya didn’t need to control my right hand, she used her free hand to add in some strokes on your shaft amid the breaths. Nothing firm and never her whole hand. It might just be the back of a finger, a graze of a long finger nail or simple upward stroke of my tip with her five fingers.

All the while, Nastya would ask me questions about what I had fantasized about before she caught me. I told her how envisioned her right where she was, on her knees behind my desk blowing me and how I would be fondling her boobs and nipples as she did. I explained I then imagined lifting her skirt, pulling down her tights and fucking her from behind over my desk. She pressed me to say more. Finally I shared how I would end everything by blowing my load on her tits and chests, hopefully after fucking her tits for a bit.

I was so turned on. So hard. So weeping with pre-cum. Nastya finally let go of my left hand, and untucked her turtleneck, rolling it up above her rack. Her bra was as expected, black and lacy, filled to the brim with overflowing softness. Then she took my dick and slid it under the bottom of her bra, so that it was captured by it and her cleavage. There was enough pre-cum at first to give a decent lube as she squeezed her tits together and started stroking me. I groaned. “Something like this,” she asked. She kept going. It wasn’t going to be long before I released.

Nastya stopped abruptly, freed my cock, got up and restored order to her clothes. After untying my right hand, she said, “You can get back to work now, or whatever it is you want to do.” She turned and walked out.
Stunned, I sat staring at the now empty doorway. My physical urgency suddenly intervened, and I reached to stroke my cock. Two pumps and I shot cum so hard, I had to duck my head as it shot up my torso and over my shoulder. My dress shirt was a mess. I slinked out of my office to go get cleaned up, and heard Nastya chuckled deviously as I did.

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