The Legal Assistant (s) Part 3 [MFF] [Light Bondage] [Office] [Oral]

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I did what I could to clean up after my latest adventure with Nastya, but it was a challenge. Since cleaning was the responsibility of the building management, we generally didn’t keep cleaning products in our office. And all the cleaners had gone home well before, so there wasn’t anyway to borrow some. I planned to sneak in something from home the next day to make sure all evidence was gone, since I tended to be the earliest into the office each morning.

I arrived the next morning and was surprised that Marnie was already there. After saying good morning, I gave her the old “you’re-in-early” thing. She said she figured she needed to get any early start to help meet the deadline that kept me there last night. Right, I hadn’t thought about that, I said in my head, as I calculated what the risks were that I still had some clean up to do. Figuring I was sort of stuck for the time-being, I went to my office and got down to work. In the daylight, it was clear I hadn’t done as good a job cleaning my load off the window like I thought. But I knew where to look, so I hoped it wasn’t immediately noticeable to someone that didn’t know what to look for.

Ah, Marnie. I haven’t had much of a chance to say much about her so far, except to say she’s the type that fits in well with a group of guys- snarky, able to banter as well as the next guy. I always figured she was that girl in high school who was part of everyone’s guy group, the one that was easy to hang around with, good-looking but not the beauty queen cheerleader, but one who we all fantasized was wild in the sack but never tried anything with because she was a buddy (this was long before FWB culture became more frequent). Marnie was a married mother of 2. She was super slim and it was hard to discern any figure, especially since unlike Nastya she wore almost nothing to accentuate what was there. Nevertheless, I suspected that she probably looked pretty good naked with a flat tummy, cute ass where her cheeks were just a round handful each, and perky tits. I admit that there had always been something about her that made me wish I could find out.

Marnie came into my office not long after I settled to ask me to decipher a scrawl in my handwritten draft. This was typical and I was constantly getting crap for it from her. My handwriting was terrible, and Marnie was too experienced to be bothered to sit there trying to decipher it on her own. As I tried to re-read the draft and make out what I had written (sometimes was hard for me too), Marnie had time to let her eyes wander around my office.

Suddenly, I heard her say, “Those cleaners are terrible. Look at that window! What is that?” As Marnie was saying this, she was walking over to the window behind my desk. Crap, I thought, trying to ignore her. “Did you toss your nasty gym stuff at the window?” I glanced over my shoulder at her and immediately regretted it. What I saw was Marnie fingering the mess on the window curiously. Holy shit, I screamed in my head, Marnie is dragging her finger through my dried semen!! I gulped, then gulped again when she wiped it on her jeans pretty close to her crotch. “I’ll leave the cleaners a note tonight to make sure that gets taken care of.” I nodded, handing her back my draft with my corrections written a little more legibly this time. Oh, boy.

A month went by without any reason to work late, so no more encounters with Nastya took place for awhile. As the trial date approached for one of our cases, the late nights started up again. At first nothing could happen, because both partners and Marnie were also working late. One night however, one partner had some swanky fundraiser to go to (didn’t matter, he was the courtroom face of the firm, but entirely irrelevant when it came to trial prep). The other partner had a sick kid at home and a pissed off wife because of it, so home he went at a sane time. This left me with Nastya and Marnie.

I wasn’t expecting any play with Nastya that night, which was a shame since she was wearing a one piece, knit dress that hugged every curve of her body and really highlighted her ass and bosoms. I thought nothing of it when she asked me to walk with her to the store for coffee. If anything, I was happy for some time to admire her and her dress. Gullible me, I assumed she meant it. Instead of pushing the elevator button when we got to the elevator lobby, Nastya kept right on walking. Since she was headed in the direction of the lady’s room, I said I’d wait for her. Nastya stopped, turned around with hands on hips and said, “Follow me.” “Ok?,” I replied tentatively. I couldn’t believe she was going to try something in the lady’s room. What if Marnie came in? Or some other woman from one of the other firms on the floor?

Nastya marched right past the lady’s room toward a janitor’s closet, the door of which she confidently shoved open. Having never been down this end of the floor (the men’s room is on the other side), I wasn’t sure what to expect from the room other than a few shelves, cleaning products and one of those carts the cleaners push around the office. That was only part of the truth. Inside, there was a little break area with a chair and loveseat where they must hide when needing to rest. It seemed as if Nastya knew what to expect somehow.

As I closed the door behind me, Nastya commanded me into the loveseat, specifically asking me to sit in the middle of it but to sit on the edge for now. I was conditioned by this point to obey. She then directed me to cross my arms over my chest, so my hands and wrists disappeared under the opposite arm. While I did this, Nastya approached me with a piece of twine from the shelf. Raising my arms, she tied one end around one wrist, strung it behind my back and tied the other end to the other wrist. It wasn’t very tight or painful, but it was an effective straight jacket. She followed this with another blindfold; this time using a rag from the shelf.

“Fuck, really?!,” I protested. “Can’t I at least enjoy a view this time?”
“Stop whining and you’ll be duly rewarded,” she replied. So, I shrugged my shoulders in resignation as she tied the blindfold, not as tight as last time. Then I was pushed back in the seat.

I listened intently trying to figure out what was happening next. It sounded as if Nastya had taken a seat in the easy chair. Prior to that there was a rustling of clothes. I soon figured out that Nastya was probably sitting there getting herself off. I heard rhythmic rubbing against cloth, as if she had her hand down her panties, followed by heavier breathing. The aroma of her femininity began to fill the room. My erection grew in my pants until I needed to shift every so often to relieve the pressure.

I tried to plead for my freedom. “I can help with that,” I said. “Shut up. Others pay you to speak. I don’t need to hear it.” I was getting a bit pissed off now. During our other sessions, I still had ways to enjoy it. Now I was just an inert and blind mass with an aching, trapped dick. This was going to really suck.

The door to the closet suddenly opened. Yikes, had the cleaners not gone home?! Nastya however didn’t react, as if she was expecting this. No words were spoken. More rustling of clothes. I heard Nastya resume her self-pleasuring, then felt someone else sit down on the loveseat beside me. Now another set of lungs was breathing heavy, more essence of horny female in the air. The throbbing in my pants increased.

Neither Nastya nor the other female (?) seemed to climax before the heavy breathing subsided and there sounded like a repositioning of bodies, which included the person next to me getting up. There was movement and rustling again for a short time, and I almost imagined they were making out. More rustling followed by hands undoing my belt, unbuttoning my pants and lowering my zipper. When the hands reached my waist band, I instinctively raised my hips so my pants along with my underwear could be lowered to my ankles. This was a massive improvement. Not only was my wood free, but maybe something good was about to happen.

I was correct. A hand soon encircled the base of my cock, while a warm mouth began to kiss and lick up and down it. I moaned my approval and relaxed. When the mouth reached the head of my penis, it sucked it in. The head of my dick popped in and out. I moaned approval louder and added small hip thrusts in rhythm with the sucking. Things evolved as the sucking took me deeper and deeper into the mouth. After a few deep swallows, the mouth withdrew, and the hand began stroking me. Kissing, licking and sucking began again, this time in a different pattern and suction. All I could think was that this was awesome. If only I could see, I thought, since the visual stimulus of a blowjob is so much a part of the experience.

As lips were running up the side of my cock, they were suddenly joined by another set of lips running up and down the other side. My head exploded at the thought that I was getting a double BJ. My hips took on a life of their own in response to the dual licking and sucking. Who was the other person? This might not ever happen again in my life and I wanted a visual memory. My wish came seemed about come true when one mouth disengaged and hands began untying the rag blindfold. The room was dark though, the light having been shut off. I couldn’t see who was still servicing my cock. The double blowjob resumed. It was a beautiful pace, slowly building my excitement and the pressure within. Then it stopped.

I felt someone straddle my hips and lower their bare pussy down toward my cock. Glimpses of breasts and hips in relief against the light sneaking under the door. Whoever it was sandwiched my cock between my stomach and their pussy lips and began grinding. Everything was slick and the friction was just right. I was moaning and panting. They were moaning and panting. Someone’s hand cupped and caressed my balls. Whoever this was on me finally shifted, raising herself above me and directed my penis upward. Man, I’m about to fuck this person! Nope, instead she used my penis like some vibrator, flicking the tip of it back and forth over her clit. It was a great sensation, but as before I was hoping for more. Her panting, moaning and squeals got louder and more frequent and It wasn’t long before she had a quaking orgasm. I could feel the loveseat shaking in response as her legs quivered on either side of me. Without warning, she dropped herself down and granted me one deep journey into her pussy. Although shocked by the suddenness, the sensation was electric. But then it was over.

The second woman took her place and also began to use my cock as a tool on her clit to get herself off. She came a lot quicker, but with the same force. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me the benefit of a quick plunge into her depths, but climbed off instead.

I hoped at this point that I wasn’t going to be left hard and frustrated. I had learned my lesson the last time, so I pleaded, “Please, madam, make me come.” My wish was granted when both women’s mouths descended on my dick. With the lips and tongues of each running up and down either side of my shaft in a sandwich blowjob, I soon erupted. Though I couldn’t see, I imagined my cum blast falling onto their faces and cheeks.

I was left bound as there was more rustling, until one of the women opened the closet door and left. The silhouette made by the light suggested that was Nastya, shimmying into her dress. I figured whoever was left would finally free me and I would see who the mystery woman was. The light came on in a blaze. Out of the light came Marnie, completely naked. Her body was as I imagined- lithe, a bit muscled in a runner sort of way, tits perky and fuller than I guessed, dark brown bush that seemed a bit groomed. She licked up some of my cum that was on her cheek and lips and laughed. “The look on your face that day when I ran my finger through your mess on the window,” she said with a wink and chuckle. At that moment, I knew that Nastya had been keeping her apprised of what went on between us. Interesting. “Back to the ground stone,” she added, as she got dressed. My final image of her naked was a perfect, but tiny, heart shaped bum that disappeared into her jeans. Marnie then took out a little pen knife from her pocket and freed my arms.

As she walked out, I was left sitting there again wondering what had just happened. Eventually, I stood up, pulled up my pants and went back to work.

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