Becky’s Repairs, Part 3
A charming lass with auburn hair wearing a plaid coat knocked on the plain panel door as she entered. “Hello. Are you Ms. Bath?”
“No, I was hoping you were. Did you receive a message concerning your courses too?”
“Yes. It was a bit vague about some problem that needed remedied.
“How strange! Maybe the counselor double booked our appointment times?”
Confusion between the two young ladies persisted in the dim fluorescent light as they made small talk in the small windowless conference room within the campus library. A few minutes passed before the door swung open and closed quickly. The mysterious Ms. Bath appeared, drawing a loud gasp from the young lady with the bobbed blond hair.
“It’s you! Ma’am, I…”
The senior woman put up a hand indicating silence as she stood with her back to the door, preventing escape. Ms. Bath, or Becky to everyone else, was quite done up with her strawberry-blond hair in curls and her lips blood red. She was wearing matte black calf-high stiletto boots and a figure-hugging black pencil dress with yellow edging which made her look daring and commanding.
The auburn-haired girl questioned, “Have… Have we met before?”
Becky answered, “Only in passing I’m afraid. The last time I saw you, you were on your knees with my husband’s cock down your throat.” Rebecca’s mouth hung open as the blood drained from her face. Becky said very dryly, “Do close that dear, lest his prick find its way back in again.” The girl complied as she practically fell into her chair.
“W-What do you want?” Vera asked breathlessly.
Becky raised an eyebrow as she looked at the two frightened girls. “What do I want?” A dangerous smile spread across her face. “In wifehood I will use my instrument as freely as my Maker has it sent.” The two young ladies exchanged puzzled looks. “The question is, what do you want?” Another pause ensued while the girls pondered. “I know what my pig of a husband demands from the likes of you for good marks. I also know your families are up against it so you can attend and attain your dreams. To reject him is to fail outright, correct?” Both girls slowly nodded, seeming to understand that they were not in imminent danger. Becky’s voice was stern but encouraging, “I cannot change the past or make the present any better. But I can give you a shot at a future… retribution. A reckoning you will craft with me. We’ll map every step. I will be your confidant, your confessor, your secret-keeper.” She stopped to look both in the eye, “My promise is to bring hell upon our mutual unhappiness.” A silence fell as the girls considered each other and also Becky. Her eyes narrowed critically as she leaned forward, looming over the end of the table. “Well then, what would you say to trapping a fat, sweaty, greasy pig, stuffing an apple in his mouth and making him squeal?”
Rebecca stood and stamped her foot. “Aye! I’m for it if that horrid old git gets what’s due!”
“He’s… he’s a monster!” Vera began to cry, “Oh, I’m sorry Ma’am. I didn’t want to! He, he said I needed to, to…”
Becky strode to a whiteboard on the wall. “Dry those tears deary. We’ve a bit of business to attend to. Any love I had for him, he stamped well out long ago.” She uncapped a marker to make notes on the board. “We’ll begin by meeting once a term. You will tell no one what is discussed, what we’re doing, what we’re planning, or when…” Their first meeting progressed another fifty minutes, the trio commencing to draw out ideas. Becky kept certain particulars to herself however, to provide cover to her new pupils. One at a time they left the room with Becky being the last, wiping the notes from the whiteboard before she exited.
The sky was darkening, passing into twilight. With a copy of Reginald’s office key in hand, Becky stalked down the deserted halls while dialing a number on her cell phone. “Hello. Justin? I have some rather discrete work for you at the university…”
***
Four years later... In the interim, Becky had referred Justin to her friends around the cul-de-sac for earnest work and “special projects”, each of their own accord at their own time. The story resumes at present day.
Linda had a bright smile as she pulled the record from its jacket. Her fingertips brushed the ridges and groves as she carefully mounted it on the spindle.
“You’re sure this is what you want? I couldn’t do… anything else?!”
Linda pouted, “Now now, you know how bereaved I’ve been.” The knob gave a satisfying snap as the platen began to rotate.
Justin desperately wanted to back out as he talked around the corner of the walk-in closet. He spied her body in a black satin nighty, hair straightened at shoulder length. “I will say, you’ve taken your husband’s passing rather well.” He wanted to ask more but refrained lest it spoil her designs. The arm lifted from its rest and descended onto the track. A small pop and fuzz-like sound emitted from the speakers.
“The time to be sad was during the funeral,” Linda meekly smiled as she splayed herself on the bed, up on an elbow like Cleopatra on a chaise. Linda’s husband, John, had unexpectedly died of a heart attack almost a month and a half before, consoling her with a very generous life insurance policy. He never did find the time to take her on the couples retreat he’d promised ages ago. “Time for what I want now.” His work had finally taken its toll as physical inactivity, long hours, and poor diet culminated in a clogged ventricle while away again on business. Linda was shocked, angry, sad, and everything else a young widow would be given her husband’s passing at the time. Though, in a manner, she was more relieved than anything to be free of his indifference. She would mourn him in her own way.
‘Ah!’… Dah Duh, Dah Duh, Dah Dun.
Justin gave a simper of inevitability. He rounded out of the closet as Linda gave a gleeful squeal. Her eyes squinted delightedly, her wide smile showing her bright teeth.
‘Now I don't hardly know her…’ Dah Duh, Dah Duh, Dah Dun.
Holding a three-foot long construction level, Justin was the epitome of shame as he slowly and self-consciously began gyrating to the strains of the music coming from the record player. His muscled body was well oiled from head to toe as he pranced out in a pair of tan work boots and bunched-down white crew socks. He sported a leather tool-belt with condoms, a silicone egg-shaped vibe with a long tail, and bottles of oil and lube in the pockets, a pink dildo was slung through a tool loop on one hip while a short leather paddle swung from the other. Skin-tight shiny gold boy-shorts showed off his naughty bits. A white cotton tank-top clung to his chest. His ensemble was finished off with a yellow hardhat perched on his head.
‘But I think I could love her… Crimson and clover.’
Justin gave his best attempt at a striptease, strutting around as he flexed his brawn. His face was three shades of red with embarrassment, hesitant to even look at Linda. But when he did chance a glance, and saw how happy she was, he began to drop his inhibitions a bit.
‘Ah!’ Dah Duh, Dah Duh, Dah Dun. ‘When she comes walking over… Now I've been waitin' to show her…’
He straddled the level in his crotch, grinding it as he rocked his hips back and forth. Linda loudly giggled like a sorority girl peeping into a boys locker room. Her eyes were large as his package slid up and down the long metal tool. He smiled at her reaction as he thought to himself, “Well, you only live once.” Justin let himself go and embraced the rhythm, throwing up one hand and mimicking slowly riding a mechanical bull to her continued delight.
‘Crimson and clover… Over and over!’ Justin dramatically ripped the a-frame shirt off at the neckline, splitting it with a satisfying tear down his torso as Linda gave a shriek of hilarity. He put his thumbs inside the belt and did a two-step, twirling around to shake his derrière. Pulling the paddle from its holster, he teasingly licked it before he gave himself a few smart swats to the beat as her mirth began anew. ‘Yeah! My, my such a sweet thing…” He gave a swaggering strut as he walked away, paddle over one shoulder. “I wanna do everything…” Justin suddenly halted, dramatically looking over his shoulder. “What a beautiful feeling!’ He wheeled around and went into a bodybuilder pose, biceps curled, abs crunched, while thighs flexed as he bopped to the music. Linda was near hysterics, her private show more than she could have imagined.
She continued to laugh and sigh as Justin continued dancing until the music began to fade. He truly gave her a good, if not goofy, performance. He slid by her as she reclined back. The next song on the record began as he moved to take off the hardhat and toolbelt before Linda stopped him and smiled, “No, leave those on.” There was no guilt as she kissed him. His hands moved beneath her lingerie, the heat continuing to build. Her skin felt like silk as he kissed down her neck and chest. She felt his throbbing cock erect and harden as his toughened fingers brushed her shorn pubic hair. They continued to make out as she touched his arms and chest, even daring to grab his buttock. He nibbled at her neck, moving a finger inside. Her breathing became heavy with lust as she moved on to stroking his rigid cock under the body-hugging underwear. His package felt defined and tight, confined in the stretchy shorts. His fingering quickened, rubbing against her clitoris in time. Linda became very wet as her moans became louder with pleasure. She pulled at his waistline, struggling to get the shorts tugged down. He stopped her, getting up on his knees and slowly pulling the underwear away, down his thighs. Justin’s cock swung forward, engorged and bobbing. Linda moved to grasp it as she swung her body around to begin sucking on his head. He gave a small smile as she watched him. His moans were pleasing to her ears as she dallied with the head, her fist tight around his rod.
After a few moments he stopped her, “Here, let me take over.” Rolling Linda onto her back, he hiked her nighty up slightly, bending down to kiss her nether region. He reached into the toolbelt for the egg-shaped vibe and quickly lubed it. It passed between her lips as she gasped before it seated. Her body tensed at once when Justin touched the power button in the tail. The waves emanating within made her all the hornier. He moved both hands under her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders as he began to lap at her clit. She squealed as her fingers clenched the bed covers. Justin had to adjust his angle as the hardhat made this task a bit more difficult. Hitting all the right spots, her hands dragged through the comforter, urging him deeper as her legs tightened around his neck.
“Oh! Oh oh! Oh God I’m gunna cum!” She held her breath before crying out, a gratifying orgasm crashing over her. “Oooh! Ugn! Ugn!” Her eyes were blazing as Justin came up to his knees again, quickly putting a condom on and moving between her thighs. He left the vibe in as he had his cock in hand. “Oh! Oh! Is it going to fit?! OOooHHH!” He pushed his head past her lips, sliding over the vibe’s tail. His cock felt immense and long as the body of the vibe moved deep into Linda. “OH, MY GOD! UGGNN! Oh fuck! Fuck me! OOOOH!” Justin obliged over the haughty wails from Linda’s lips. He throttled into her as she bucked her hips in rhythm. He looked rather campy, thrusting into her with the construction hat and toolbelt on, the dildo and paddle violently swinging from their holsters. The vibe had a uniquely pleasing effect upon Justin’s cock. It was as if Linda’s entire pussy quivered and contracted to the stimulus and his raging member. Linda rode out the prolonged orgasm, her eyes rolling back as he bellowed. His thrusts quickened and she began to feel faint for eruption of physical bliss. Her hands clawed his ass with the final thrust as his load exploded into the rubber and his strength finally faded before he withdrew. Linda spasmed as Justin slowly pulled the toy from her quim, soaked with her essence before he turned it off. Linda attempted to catch her breath, speaking haltingly, “Oh! Holy fuck! That was… holy fuck!”
Almost an hour later, Linda was seeing Justin out on the front stoop, hardhat in hand and his tool belt now filled with actual tools. “Would you be able to do the same project next week?”
“Sure,” he winked, “only maybe without music?”
“Oh, but I love it! It made watching you work so much fun!”
Justin flushed, “Anything for a beautiful client.”
Just then, a sudden screeching came from across the cul-de-sac, catching their attention. “You tell that knob-headed goat scrotum he’ll get nothing! You hear me! NOT A BLOODY THING!” A shower of papers Becky had thrown at a young man in a suit fell like leaves out of a tree, littering her yard and steps.
The young man said nothing but turned and hurried into an ugly, older model Fiat before circling away. Becky flopped cross legged in yoga pants and a robe with a disgusted look, the papers lazily drifting around her.
Justin turned to Linda, “You better go see what this is about. I’ll call tomorrow.”
Linda agreed, “Yes, certainly.” She pulled her robe tighter as she found some loafers. Justin’s truck pulled away as Linda started across the asphalt. She quickly gathered papers as Becky remained stationary with a deadpan expression.
“He’s hired an attorney… He’s demanding a divorce.”
Still gathering the papers, Linda dithered. “Now, now dear. Maybe it’s for the best. You can move one with your life now too. I’m sure…”
Becky interjected without acknowledging her, eyes still gazing blankly. “A grad student of his has fallen for him. She’s young. Her family’s rich. She wants to marry.”
Linda paused and huddled next to her. “I’m sure she’s empty-headed as well. And… I know you’ll meet a man who’ll…”
“He’s also gotten a forensic accountant.”
Linda didn’t know what to make of this last detail but knew it didn’t sound good. “Oh,” was all she could muster. Her mind turned as she felt awkward but determined to be helpful in some respect. “Maybe you should meet with Jenny and Lloyd. She’s got her law license now. They’ll help you, I know it. Here, I’ll dial them up and see if they’re free today.”
Becky finally looked at her friend with a small smile and welling eyes. “Yes, that’s a good idea, love.” Linda helped her to her feet and handed over the stack of papers. In truth, Becky did plan on seeking council from her married lawyer friends. She had been counting on this day to arrive, the plans being plotted for years with her two willing birds. The one thing she hadn’t counted on was for her sod of a husband to have someone look into their financial arrangements, and where the money was going. Her dramatics in front of Linda were to build a narrative, if needed, at the eventual inquest. “Oy, I could use a holiday.”
***
Later at teatime, Becky was seated in Jenny’s dining room. She sipped from a fine China cup as Jenny sat opposite, slowly and methodically reading through the stack of documents that Becky had been served that morning. The grandmother clock on the wall ticking off the only sound besides the occasional rustling of paper.
Finally, Jenny stated, “Well, this looks fairly standard except for the forensic accountant. Is there anything you want to disclose to me? Keep in mind, I am your lawyer first, and friend a very close second.”
“Well… You’re sure?”
“Yes, you’re quite safe. Attorney-client privilege prevents anything you disclose to me from being used against you lest I be suspended, fined, lose my license, and possibly imprisoned. Anything you tell me is sacrosanct under the law.” Jenny leaned back in her chair across from Becky, readying herself as she put her pen down and crossed her fingers.
“Well, you know why we’d separated. I caught him cheating on me years ago, and he’s been up to it ever since. He’s been having students in his office.”
Jenny parried, “Small wonder you took it out on your house back then. Go on, how many?”
“Oh, too many to count I suppose. I have evidence.”
Jenny became further intrigued, “What kind of evidence?”
“Photos. I took some steps to…” Just then footsteps near the door drew both women’s attention before it opened.
“Oh! Hello Becky. Nice to see you.” Lloyd was surprised to see her and set his briefcase on the end of the table. He gave Jenny a peck on the cheek, “I got home a bit early, love, and heard voices.” He was dressed in a suit having come from their law offices as he perused the table. “You two discussing a case?” He looked to his wife, standing near her, as he picked up the pile of documents, scanning them quickly with a practiced eye.
Becky answered, “Yes. Reginald has filed for divorce.”
“We’ll give him what for. Never did like him. His eyes always seemed to wander onto Jenny”, as he leafed through the pages. “What’s this about a forensic accountant?”
“Well, I have been taking…” Becky began before Jenny gave her a warning look that made her stop.
There was a long pause as Lloyd zeroed in on the accountant detail. A small smile came to Jenny’s lips. “Lloyd? Perhaps you should focus on your other clients.”
He continued to read as he responded, “All my cases are at a lull right now. I’d be glad to help our friend out here…”
Jenny cut across him, “There is our mutual client that you should be very concerned with.” Her smile, while still subtle, broadened.
Lloyd stopped and looked down at her with a confused expression, “…mutual client?”
“Yes, our client who just got released from his little, confining jail after six weeks? He is still on parole, you know. I think you would be quite vexed if he were to be, reincarcerated for an even longer term. I do believe he’s been enjoying his… privileges on the outside of late?”
Lloyd gave a stunned expression as the papers in his hand lilted. Becky quietly observed as he finally put the papers down in front of his wife. “I see. Yes, indeed. I’ll leave you to it”, said with a knowing smile. He grabbed his briefcase and headed toward the door before he paused, looking over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye at his wife. “Perhaps… Perhaps a parole board hearing could be convened? I would hate for our client to get into trouble without some sort of… intervention. I like to think we’re both invested in our mutual client and his privileges?”
Jenny couldn’t hide her smile any longer. “Well, I think the probation officer could be made available. But, the outcome is uncertain. What if the hearing doesn’t go well and the recommendation is confinement?”
“Well, our client would have no choice but to abide by the decision.” Lloyd too was smiling as Becky was oblivious to their back and forth but noted the playfulness in their tone. “He would be throwing himself at her mercy.”
Lloyd left the room. Jenny looked to Becky with what could only be described as a hungry look. She took a moment as she produced a large stack of documents from a file. Talking hurriedly, “Please excuse me while I help Lloyd with our mutual client. Look over this contract for representation. Initial in the small blanks and sign and date in the long ones. Take your time, read line by line, and help yourself to the Hobnobs. I’ll be right back to answer any questions.”, as she pushed a plate of biscuits toward her. As soon as Jenny was out the door, Becky mused over the paperwork as she took a nibble, the clock ticking away the only sound again.
Jenny’s mind worked quickly as she grabbed a legal brief for another client from her desk and proceeded down to the basement. The couple had Justin spare no expense in turning the space into their own private dungeon. Their use of it had rekindled their lust, almost as if they were newlyweds again. The lighting was sparse, and it contained the usual complement of BDSM furnishings and toys over the foam-padded tile floor. The walls, ceiling and floor were a slate gray color except for one corner section which was red, the repository for an antique ball and claw foot tub which was either used for her viewing pleasure as she took in a hot soak, or to provide aftercare to Lloyd if things went a bit far. Her desires had tempered somewhat since she became a lawyer in her own right and began working alongside her husband. They even switched roles from time to time, though her husband very much enjoyed her devious attentions.
Lloyd was already pulling at his tie as Jenny proceeded down the stairs in her business suit and skirt. It was going to be her first time at toying with him in her work attire. His eyes were transfixed as she roughly grasped his collar, giving him a hard kiss before she slapped his face. “You have ten seconds to get undressed and get in the dock,” she pointed authoritatively, her other hand on her hip. Lloyd frantically complied, nearly tripping over himself getting his trousers off over his socks. The “dock” was in fact a cock pillory mounted on a small platform with ankle cuffs attached with short chains at its base. “Well, get yourself sorted. Now!”
“Yes Mistress.” Lloyd cuffed and locked his feet to the rod on the platform before he straightened up with some minor difficulty. His cock was stiff as he clamped the ring at the top of the rod snuggly around his balls and shaft. Once this too was locked, he was practically immobile as his member bobbed in its confine.
Meanwhile Jenny had procured a thick metal collar with a D-ring, a pair of thick leather bondage mitts, and a pair of metal wrist cuffs connected with a heavy one-foot chain. These she placed atop a padded table which was used for spanking, milking, and general restraint, rolling it before him in profile. “Since our mutual client wished for a hearing, I want to make sure it’s worth my while.” She locked the collar, mitts, and chain on him before she placed the brief she brought with her on the table in front of him. “I want a six-minute summary highlighting three key factors when I get back.” Lloyd looked deflated as he stared at the stack of papers two feet in front of his reach. Smack! She gave his ass a hard open hand spank. “Our client’s freedom, and any privileges, depend on how convincing I find your arguments.”
Lloyd weakly held up the mitts on his hands, pondering as Jenny turned out all but the light directly over him. She turned and took a few steps up the stairs. “But, Mistress…?”
Turning back with a severe look, “I said, get to work! Who knows when I’ll be back. And if you’re not ready… Well, a long term of confinement will be the least of our client’s worries.” A sudden thought came to her, “In fact…” She quickly descended and bent at the waist in front of him, removing her white cotton panties from over her high heels. “Since you interrupted my meeting, open.” Lloyd hesitantly complied and Jenny’s moist underwear were shoved in beyond his lips. She grabbed a roll of duct tape and wound it around his head as he whimpered. “There, that should remind you not to intrude on my business,” as she gave the tip of his hardened cock a smarting flick with her finger.
She ascended the stairs again with a wicked smile on her face as Lloyd watched her petite figure go, his mitts feeling the weight of the chain in front of him. When the door closed and bolted, he looked down at the stack of papers with dismay. Their distance from him as he bent to reach the first page was going to make this task difficult. It put a strain on his back, and the pillory pulled at his genitals with every effort to reach. The metal ankle cuffs bit into him as he leaned, the short heavy chain made manipulating the pages all the more difficult. The bondage mitts alone made picking them up a chore to say the least. Minutes later, Lloyd despaired at his wife’s ingenious Sisyphean plot while his cock sagged in the dock. He looked up at the door again with a worried expression, and longing on his mind.
“Ah, sorry that took so long. Sometimes Lloyd needs a little motivation when it comes to our mutual client.” She sat down again, crossing her legs under the table.
“Oh, no worries love. Here, I’ve signed and initialed everything,” as she placed the documents in front of Jenny.
“Now, you were saying you have photos?”
“Yes, dozens of girls. Years ago, I had Jus…”
Jenny threw up her hand, “One moment. While anything you tell me is safe, there are certain caveats that I cannot be a party to.” Becky gave a confused look. “As your lawyer, I cannot advise you to actively break the law.” Jenny continued, “Let’s say… Let’s say I have a friend, just like you, who is in a very similar situation. She too had been cheated on and was so angry she took it out on her own home and later managed to get photos of him with other girls. I would assume my friend, if she was so angry as to break up her home, and vengeful as to secure photos, may have other schemes involving other associates in the works?”
Becky was amazed but got the gist to keep her cards close to her vest. “It sounds like you know your friend quite well.”
“I would have to caution my friend that the photos may not be admissible in court. First, they would need to be authenticated via witness testimony, perhaps by someone too close to my friend that their involvement would jeopardize her case. Next, the context of said photos would require the persons in them to attest to their relevance and reliability, which would be problematic for the unknowing and innocent in those pictures to be publicly identified. If said unknowing and innocent persons in these photos were not identified to the court by means of blurring or digitally altering their faces, the photos could then be dismissed as physical hearsay evidence and sink her case while bringing undue attention to my friend’s means and methods.”
Becky was astonished. Jenny had disarmed the cudgel she intended to use against Reginald in under a minute. “Well, what… what should your friend do?”, she asked desperately.
“As a good lawyer and very close friend, I would tell her that there are other avenues these photos could be utilized without endangering herself, witnesses, or associates.” She paused for a moment before looking at the plate of biscuits, “Hmmm, almost out of Hobnobs. I’d pop down to the market for more, but I always get stuck in the checkout longer than I mean to. It’s those bloody tacky tabloids. Once I see something salacious on the cover, I simply must page through it until I’ve seen everything.” Her eyebrow went up as she looked across the table.
Becky was crystal clear on what needed doing. “And, what if your friend had a final… ploy involving something truly salacious? Something involving a pair of birds that want to peck her husband’s eyes out?”
Jenny thought hard. “I would tell my friend that, as much fun as being a party to that may be, they should be well far off.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. I daresay so far off, they would be in another country, with an airtight alibi, when it happens.”
“Hmm, pity. And what of the birds? She wouldn’t want them to be caged.”
“My friend, having carefully managed this, will need to trust her birds to fly off at the right moment.”
Becky calmly finished her tea. “Your friend is very fortunate to have a lawyer such as yourself.”
Jenny smiled, “Well, I think I have everything I need for now.” She stood to walk Becky out, “Be sure to let me know if my friend gets into any trouble.”
“Oh. Oh yes, I will. But I think your friend will be quite careful.”
They hugged over the threshold before Becky headed home. Jenny turned and smirked at the bolted basement door. There was a swagger in her step as she headed for the home office with Becky’s paperwork. She left him in the dungeon for another two hours as she worked before packing up for the day. Jenny stretched as she thought about Lloyd trapped, helpless, doing her bidding under duress, and directly under her feet. All for the desire of her perversions. She got wet just thinking about it. “Well, time to check about our client.”
Lloyd’s head jerked when he heard the bolt open. His face showed his exasperation with sweat on his brow and arms shaking with fatigue. Papers haphazardly littered the floor as a semblance of a pile was hay-stacked upon the table. She spoke as she slowly descended the stairs in her heels with a bottle of water in hand, “I hope you had enough time. You’ve made quite the mess though. I have high expectations for our client.”
Lloyd’s cock rehardened immediately as he watched her delicate legs descending, trying to peek under her skirt as she was bare of panties. She exuded naked lust even without her latex alter ego. Jenny examined his bobbing dick as she teased, “He seems quite eager to remain out of jail,” throwing a look to Lloyd’s cock cage on a nearby shelf. She tossed her suit jacket and blouse on the floor, pushing the table slightly back to stand right in front of him. She ran a finger down his chest as his cheeks puffed against the duct tape, frustration and craving in his eyes. “One moment while I get ready to hear my summary.” Jenny removed the heavy chain then forced his arms behind him, clipping the wrist cuffs together. Jenny ripped the tape off his mouth as he spat her undergarment at her feet. Giving him a sip from the bottle, “There now. All ready. Our client’s freedom depends on your persuasiveness.”
“Yes Mistress! Thank you!”
She looked at her wristwatch, “You have six minutes to fill starting… now.”
Lloyd cleared his throat, “The defendant has exhibited extreme deference to the court in light of… Oh, Ooooh! God, Mmm!” His Mistress had dropped to her knees and took his cock in her dainty mouth to break his train of thought. She began bobbing on its length as she reached behind him to grab his clenched buttocks. “Oh fuck! Yes, Yes Mistress! Th-Thank you Mistress!”
Jenny stopped to give an exaggerated look at her watch. Saying reprovingly, “You have five and a half minutes left, I haven’t heard one key aspect, and I’m rather unconvinced so far.” She put his head back between her lips.
Lloyd stammered as she resumed sucking his cock with gusto, going so far as to gag on it in the back of her throat. “M-Mistress! I, I can’t… Oh God! I can’t concentrate! Ooooh!”
She briefly stopped again, “Well, it’s not looking too good for our client then.” She grasped his ass all the tighter as she rammed Lloyd’s cock down, drool streaming from her lower lip.
Lloyd mustered all the powers of concentration he could manage as he picked up where he left off, “…extreme d-deference in light of the ci-circumst-stances, Fuck! …surrounding the witness’s all… Oh! alleged, alleged relationship w-with, God yes! the accuser…” He continued as best as he hurriedly could, practically whimpering at some points and yelling at others, all while interspersing with gratifications of Jenny’s distractions upon his cock. It was all he could do not to blow his load in her mouth, and damn if she didn’t try either. Jenny knew if she could make him ejaculate, Lloyd would be in for a very long, rough scene, not to mention at least three months lock-down in his cock cage.
However, his resiliency impressed her, even as she went over the allotted time. He elucidated several aspects she hadn’t considered arguing before. Finally, out of breath, she stopped. Lloyd was shaking from head to foot, his slobber coated rod a brilliant shade of puce. Jenny panted, “Well! Fortunate for you, your delivery was restrained, though a bit hard to take all at once,” her entendre about his cock, not his summary. “But, I will take your summary under advisement.”
“W-What do you mean Mistress?”
Jenny attached an oscillating fuck machine onto the end of the table in front of Lloyd. “While I do appreciate a good, stiff, thorough summary,” she slowly full-throated the attached dildo, “you did leave my papers in quite a state.” With a sweep of her arm, she scattered the pile left on the table. “Perhaps a little stimulation will aid me toward a conclusion about our client.”
The dildo was just as big as Lloyd, but it still made him feel self-conscious, and Jenny knew it. “I will consider. But if you interrupt… Well, you know what they say about a rush to judgement.” She hiked up her mini skirt and climbed into a doggystyle position on the table with the remote in hand. Working the black veiny cock into her ready quim, she started it on a slow speed. “Ohhh!” Her body rocked with the shaft that drove it into her. Lloyd’s manhood flagged a bit as Jenny gave a smoldering stare at him. “Oh! Is our little client jealous? Ughn!” She increased the speed as her juices coated the dildo. “Uh, Uh, Ughn! Yeah! Our client can’t give it to me like this! Huh! Ugh! Fuck! You’d like him to try though, wouldn’t you? Ughn!”
Lloyd was sweating as his cock began to lift again. His lips were tight as Jenny bounced against the force of the machine fucking her from behind. Her strains were a bit exaggerated, but her acting impeccable. “Yeah! Ooh! You like seeing your Mistress fucked hard? Yeah!” She increased the speed to maximum. Lloyd’s cock lifted even higher as she went down on her elbows, back fully arched. The curve of her rear was driving him wild. “Oh God! Yeah! This is how I take it! Fuck! Fuck! OOohh!” Her juices dribbled on the leather padding as the machine gave her a fast, regulated, hard insertion. The rigorous vibrations edged her, but she didn’t want to go beyond. She thought perhaps her husband did deserve a little something.
Continuing to seduce and frustrate their mutual client, she kept up her overtures for a while longer, giving out mocking asides. Lloyd was shaking again, his face purple and teeth gritted, straining against the restraints as his cock pulsed in the dock. Jenny finally pouted as she slowed the machine to a gradual halt. Her husband was fit to burst but wouldn’t break. Her chest heaved as she dismounted. “Very persuasive, I guess. But I think I, and our client, need some more time.” Lloyd was near tears upon hearing this, his cock hard as ever and balls blued. She pushed her panty back in his mouth and retaped it, picked up her clothes, and called out, “Have fun,” as her heels clacked up the stairs. Once the door bolted, a muted wail of desperation could be heard.
After dinner and a hot shower, Jenny was in bed with a glass of wine watching ‘Queen of Outer Space’, feeding her wonk fixation for awful old sci-fi movies. While she enjoyed the show, the female antagonist feeding her fetish and building her desire, something nagged at her. The over-the-top misogyny in the film made her think about her life before she became a lawyer, and how much she now enjoyed working with her man. Her femdom desires had moderated ever since she and Lloyd became legal partners, and the fact that she no longer worked under lecherous solicitors out to cop a feel. Watching the climactic scene where the heroine saved the day, she finally came to her own conclusion about her mutual client’s fate. She was tickling her clit with a small vibe when she said, “Well, bugger.”
Fully nude, she pulled the straps of the underbed restraints out from under their mattress. Jenny tiptoed down the stairs, silently undid the bolt on the basement door, and sculked into the dungeon like a shadow. Lloyd’s eyes were closed and head listed to one side as he lightly swayed in the cock pillory. His prick was still half rigid. Jenny grinned as she grabbed a small black sack with a drawstring. “Mmoom!” She’d surprised him, slipping it over his head, quick as lightning and tightening it around his neck. Lloyd was in a panic as he violently pulled and twisted. Jenny waited until he stopped, his chest moved rapidly as he hyperventilated. Finally, she clipped a leash to his collar. “Mmffmmf?” She released the ankle restraints and then his manhood. Jenny pulled gently on the leash prompting him to follow. Lloyd was puzzled as his feet haltingly felt up the wooden stairs. He heard a door close and bolt before he was led up the next series of carpeted stairs. The leash went slack, and he stopped, unsure what was to come next. The cord on the sack over his head loosened and lifted just enough to remove the tape from over his mouth. He felt gentle fingers near his lips, though nothing was said, and he slowly opened, depositing his Mistress’s panties into a waiting hand. A moment went by before a soft supple kiss came upon his lips, then a second passion filled one followed. The sack was pulled back down and secured again. He felt the cuffs removed behind him though the mitts remained on. He was then guided onto a bed on his back, his limbs drawn away from him and pulled out tightly with straps.
Lloyd felt a set of warm lips and an agile tongue work his rod back into a steel-hard erection. He was still unsure and tried to keep himself from being carried away. After a long, pleasurable dalliance the lips and tongue ceased. He heard words spoken, “I have decided about our mutual client.” He felt a tight grip around his cock and a wet, warm pussy push over it. Jenny had straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position and pushed the small vibe against her clit as she bounced up and down on his cock. “Ugn! I’ve decided! Oh! To grant his release! OOohh!” Lloyd grinned from ear to ear as he rocked up and down, Jenny squeezing his rod in her quim. The vibe went to high and sent her into orgasm, “Ooh! God! Yes! Give it to me! Give me your cum!” She shifted the vibe onto Lloyds balls, the sensation driving him over the edge. He roared, pulling at the restraints as Jenny repositioned it to rub up and down his shaft and back to his balls. “Fuck! Fuck me! Yes! YES!” Jenny grabbed her nipple, her mouth in a large, strained O, riding Lloyd for all he was worth when she felt him explode inside of her. The testicle-emptying eruption seeped over his cock and outside her lips as she continued to ride up and down on him. “YESSSS! Huh! Ohh! Ugn!” Her own climax held Lloyd’s member firmly inside. The pleasure of release and warmth that ran over her was immensely satisfying. She continued bouncing at a gradually slowing pace until she finally rolled off, exhausted and out of breath.
“Mmmm. I’m very pleased with our client,” she whispered as she cuddled up against her man, his wilted cock in hand. She drifted off to sleep, leaving Lloyd chuffed at being left blinded and tied spread eagle before he fell asleep as well.
To be continued…