The Legal Assistant, Part 2 [MF] [Office] [CFNM]

Please see part 1 in my profile.

After returning from cleaning up my semen in the men’s room, I was at least able to buckle down and finish the pleading that was due in time to have it couriered to the court by the next morning. As for Nastya, it was surprisingly not awkward. Perhaps it was the realization that we actually did have some important work to finish that night, or what. I don’t know. By 11:00 PM, Nastya and I said our good nights and headed home without another word about our encounter.

On the subway home, my thoughts and feelings were mixed. If I had wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her before tonight, now I was obsessively intrigued. I wanted and needed more. On the other hand, she was part of my staff. I didn’t think there was a lawyer alive that didn’t worry about a harassment claim. We also had an age gap of about 10 years (she 23, me 33). Not an outrageous gap as if I was old enough to be her father or uncle, but one nevertheless. Speaking of her age, what the hell? How did a 23 year-old become such a seemingly adept dom?

As I thought about her dom tendencies, I wondered how far they went. Was she into BDSM for example? Just bondage or into real pain and humiliation? I’m didn’t think I’d mind the bondage and control part, but pain? Between the military and contact sports, I had had enough of that. I was absolutely a sucker for the teasing and control part though. And I think I would have died, if she had slipped into controlling me by speaking Russian (not sure the Russian I learned in college covered the types of words she’d be using though!). Except for German (which I also had studied) would there have been a better language for a dom to use?

The next few weeks went by uneventfully. Nastya remained her usual pleasant and mildly flirtatious self. I was more curious and wondering around her than awkward or fearful. On the outside, I assumed nothing was amiss. Marnie, the other secretary, however picked up on something. Marnie couldn’t say exactly what had changed, but her female intuition told her something had. She would come into my office interrogating me about what was going on with me and Nastya. I denied anything was, played stupid and dodged her enquires. I was thankful at that point that I was an experienced litigator used to preparing witnesses to avoid divulging what we didn’t want divulged. I supposed that Nastya was also able to fend off Marnie’s inquisition. I hoped so at least.

As happens in a litigation practice, it wasn’t long before another short deadline approached that required staying late at the office. I was the senior associate, which as usual meant that it was up to me to pull everything together while the partners and everyone went home. I didn’t need anyone else this time and expected to have the office to myself for the evening. Given Marnie’s suspicions, I certainly wasn’t about to ask Nastya to stay!

I made good progress as the night wore on. I figured I would have something for Marnie or Nastya to type up the next day in time for the noon deadline. There was still more to do however and my nose was to the grind stone, hoping I could at least get home by midnight. Later the front door to the office suite opened. Since the cleaners had already made their rounds taking out the trash and making things loud with their vacuums, I was both a bit surprised and scared. Who was coming in?

Nastya materialized around the door of my office. She was as stunning and compelling as ever in her trademark pumps, blue knee-length skirt and white blouse. As it was warm out, her legs were bare without any stocking. They looked incredibly soft. Nastya seeming a bit tipsy said hello and admitted that she had been down the street having drinks with her fellow 1Ls. She said she felt like she should check on me before grabbing the train home.

“Have you abused yourself today,” she asked.
“No.”
“Good. Stand up. Unzip your pants and pull your dick out.” I did as commanded. My dick hung there for a bit all tiny (I’m definitely a grower), flaccid and wrinkled. It didn’t take long for it to get hard and fill out to its usual 7 inches.

“I bet you want me to touch it. To lick and suck it. To put it inside all my warm holes. Right?” I nodded.
“You’ve probably been going crazy beating off thinking about me since the other night. Frustrated that you haven’t got what you want.” I kept nodding. “Turn around and put your hands on the window above your head.” I complied, feeling like I was about to be frisked and arrested.

Nastya came up behind me. She moved in close, so her boobs were just on my back. The fire in my groin smoldered hotter. Nastya slowly slid her hands down either side of my torso, then hips, finally stopping at my upper thighs. Her hands were so close to my erection, I was dying to be touched. Cock aching, balls burning. Instead of giving me the reach around, Nastya used her purchase on my thighs to shift my legs and hips back, so more of my weight rested on the glass in front of me. A knee shoved one of my legs aside, widening my stance. Once again she had me trapped.

Nastya pushed in closer behind me, now feeling more of the weight of her body on me. How my loins ached. I looked down at my dick. It was so hard, it felt and looked like it was twice its normal size, ready to burst. Nastya put her face by my neck near my shoulder. Her warm breath tickled my skin as her face moved up toward my ear. There she whispered, “Last time you told me what you imagined doing to me. Maybe some day I will tell you what I want to do to you.” Yes, please, I thought.

Keeping her face in the area of my neck and ear where she would allow her lips to graze my skin and earlobe occasionally, Nastya began undoing my tie, removing it from under my collar. Was she going to go full on arrest-mode and tie my hands behind my back, I wondered. Instead, still reaching from behind me, she encircled my cock with it very lightly. Pulling on either end, Nastya caused it to spin gently around my shaft. She moved it up and down my cock as she did. The feeling was intense. My natural reaction was almost to pull away from the intensity, so I squirmed my hips back against her. Purring a “no” into my ear, Nastya pulled her own hips away.

She nevertheless kept up her ministrations on my cock, and I kept up squirming in pleasure. I could see glistening start to develop on my tip. My whole lower body was now aflame. Nastya then removed the tie, probably also seeing how turned on I was becoming. She surprised me by wrapping it now around my head like a blindfold. She tied it really tight, verging on discomfort. It was tight enough to enclose me in darkness. I noticed the portion over my nose was moist. Nastya must have gotten some of my pre-cum on it. Had she realized this and intentionally placed that part on my face? I bet she did.

To my relief, Nastya finally brought her hands into direct contact with my erection. Her touches were soft and light. Using her thumb and forefinger at first, she ran her nails from the base at the underside my cock up either side of my urethra to my frenulum. Once there, she lightly stroked my frenulum with her right forefinger. Her left forefinger went to my tip, smearing around my dripping pre-cum on my cock head. Nastya’s right finger picked up its stroking of my frenulum as the lube made its way down. I shuddered from the feeling. Nastya continued on in this vein for a time, adding in intermittent stroking of my entire shaft with just two of her fingers, before stopping suddenly.

Due to the blindfold, I couldn’t see what was happening, but felt her warm body remove itself from behind me. After a bit of shuffling, I felt what I assumed was her body pass between my legs. What I felt next was exquisite- a tongue licking along the underside of my cock from base to tip, stopping every so often to give some extra love to my frenulum and glans. After the fingering, I was more than ready to burst. I grunted and groaned in response, trying to hold it back. Nastya took this as a cue and stopped.

I pleaded, “Please make me cum. Please let me cum.” I got silence in response. Nastya instead stood up in front of me, placed her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back gently from the window. “Keep your hands at your side, if you want me to make you cum,”she commanded. I heard a little rustling, before a felt her ass back into my dick. I could feel her panties against my shaft, so figured she had hiked up her skirts. And she felt as if she was bent over holding on to the glass. At first, she slowly gave me an assjob, rubbing her satin bum up and down. It was a great feel, especially since I was desperate to orgasm, but definitely not what I wanted. I started to reach out toward her, but she pulled away. “Do you want to do this yourself? If you do, then go ahead and touch me. Otherwise, put your hands back!” I did as she ordered.

Nastya now reached around and guided my cock between her parted thighs. I could feel the extra warmth radiating from her crotch and thought I detected more than a little extra dewiness between her legs. I imagined her pussy lips as being ten times softer than the satin, enfolding me with wet and warmth. She teased me a bit, rubbing my cock against her satin-covered pussy. My mind, cut off from sight stimulus by the blindfold, was racing with images of what was happening and what I wanted to happen. I heard her purring and groaning in response, which brought me back close to blowing my load. Before I could however, Nastya clamped her thighs together capturing my dick and began fucking me with the soft inside of her thighs, pushing her hips back and forth into my hips. I began to grunt and groan again. I must have been getting increasingly louder as I neared completion. Whatever the case, Nastya seemed to know exactly when to stop stroking my cock and stood up slightly, still holding my cock hostage. My brain and body were on fire and I was frustrated! Are we really stopping again? I was about to say this out loud, when in a heartbeat my cum came spurting out. Physically, the sense of relief was enormous. Once again though, I was frustrated. I had had a sexual a experience with Nastya without once seeing her body naked or even touching her. And, as it turned out, my frustration would continue.

I heard Nastya turn around, cloth shuffling as she pulled her skirt down. A finger touched the tip of my deflating penis and I heard what sounded like Nastya tasting her finger with a little kissing sound,mas if she we testing a sauce on the stove “You’ve been a good boy. I’ll leave you to clean up. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And she left.

I untied my tie from my head. My skull throbbed from where it had been. The light assaulted my eyes. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that I spewed my seed all over the office window. After shoving my junk away, I knew I had to go figure out a way to clean that up before someone saw it tomorrow. I took a moment however to collapse into my office chair, needing to collect myself and make sense of what had just happened. I had never been so turned on, so satisfied and so unbelievably frustrated all at the same time. I sighed.

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