Satisfy

Without another word, Sonja slipped off the desk. She quietly unstrapped the leather restraints, freeing Mr. Stone, and let them drop to the foot of each leg of his desk. No more words were necessary. Her actions of the last hour spoke for themselves. She slipped her dress over her head. She left the moist thong on his desk as a memento. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, walked across the room, and unlocked the door. As she opened it she felt the confidence of a lawyer giving an unbeatable closing argument to a jury. She walked through the door and closed it behind her. She whispered to herself, "Case closed."

Chapter Three – Court is Reconvened

Carl Stone slowly got dressed. He was exhausted from the Sonja's impressive interview. Dehydrated and tired, he ordered take out to be delivered immediately from the familiar sports bar downstairs.

Images of Sonja from the last hour rushed through his mind and stirred his body. She was relentless and competitive. She took initiative. He was convinced there really was nothing she would not do, with or without permission.

He also felt glad for the respite of an hour lunch break and two hour preliminary legal exam of Natasha. The next three hours will be helpful to regain his strength and readiness for the final hour of Natasha's "willing dedication" interview. He knew Natasha would have a slight advantage in her knowledge of law and legal procedures over Sonja. While the difference was small, Sonja more than made up through the use of every asset at her disposal. She never liked to lose and would do whatever it takes to win. He had just experienced that personally. He knew this competition would be decided in the final hour of Natasha's interview.

Natasha had never prepared for a case the way she used the last several hours to prepare for this interview. She was excited for the competition and nervous for what was at stake. All evening she thought back to conversations she overhead Mr. Stone have with other male lawyers describing what he most enjoyed from women in his sexual exploits. While Mr. Stone was always careful what he said in mixed company, she couldn't help hearing when a conversation took place just a few feet away in a courthouse hallway or at the office coffee lounge. She had learned there was nothing lawyers liked to talk more about than their conquests, whatever the form. Her attention always piqued when she heard him talk about what turned him on. His honed gift of storytelling always aroused her and stimulated her imagination. She had enjoyed multiple orgasms over recent years by fantasizing herself in his stories, twice as she stood hidden around the corner while he spoke. She never imagined how useful the information might be.

Natasha maximized her morning hours finalizing her preparations. She tried not to think about the unrestricted, all out assault Sonja was capable of in the privacy of Mr. Stone's office. Natasha poured herself a large glass of Merlot and gave herself a toast. She emptied it down her parched throat, counting on it to heighten her courage and lower her inhibitions. It was time. She was ready.

Mr. Stone ate his lunch, contemplating the significance of these interviews as he enjoyed the view of the city. He felt strength and energy returning to his body. The hour passed quickly and was marked by a knock at his door. Mr. Stone slowly spun back around in his chair to face his desk. He pulled his tie firm around his neck and straightened the papers in front of him. He also was ready.

Natasha stood nervously on the other side. She recognized she just knocked on the door of a new day. Walking through it would change her life, one way or the other. Everything she had worked for was at stake. Her performance the next three hours would determine the rest of her career and livelihood. She was glad to feel the Merlot taking its warming effect throughout her body.

"Come in."

Mr. Stone's voice sounded strong and assertive through the solid wooden door. She turned the knob and walked in. His eyes widened and face lit up as he took in the vision of Natasha's beauty. She was always an attractive asset to the office, but he had never seen her so stunning.

She stood just inside the door wearing a lightly-starched almost sheer white sleeveless button blouse with an open collar. The top button on the blouse was positioned at the base of her cleavage and was left undone. Only the button below it was fastened, allowing the bottom of the blouse to open slightly to show off her dark firm stomach and belly button. Beneath the sheer white material of her blouse, Natasha wore a lacy underwire shelf bra that completely exposed her dark full breasts. Her thick black nipples stood erect from her excitement and boldly pressed through the tightly fitting blouse. Natasha was used to her large round ebony tits mesmerizing any man with an ounce of testosterone. She normally enjoyed leaving them covered just enough to kindle their imagination. Today was different. The generous open cleavage and sheer material of the blouse put them on full display for Mr. Stone.

Natasha's white blouse was contrasted by a short red professional-looking leather skirt that stopped much higher than Natasha normally wore. The skirt appeared painted on and Mr. Stone began to wonder with lust what her tight ass looked like on the other side. Natasha's bare long, firm mocha legs descended from the skirt into a pair of red sexy two inch heels that matched her skirt. Her legs glistened from the half bottle of baby oil she rubbed into them before arriving. She knew from her listening research that Mr. Stone had a preference for oiled bare legs. Natasha's topped it off by painting her large full lips a matching red and wore a classy string of white pearls around her neck. She held a small red and white basket purse in her hand.

Natasha smiled knowing she had made a good first impression. She enjoyed the moment watching his eyes and imagination study the length and beauty of her form. "Good afternoon Natasha."

"It is a good afternoon, Mr. Stone" she replied confidently with a bright smile. "And it just got better."

"Please lock the door and have a seat.

She turned to close and lock the door behind her. Mr. Stone gasped from across the room. Her firm muscular ass in that tight red skirt stirred his loins. She turned around and walked toward the leather chair across from his desk where everything started the day before. His eyes were riveted on her. Natasha's firm unencumbered breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. They demanded his attention. The closer she got, the more beautiful she became. Natasha noticed the lingering aroma of the morning's sex in the room and four leather straps lying on the floor at each corner of his desk. They confirmed what would be expected of her.

She placed her small basket on the end table next to the chair. She took her seat, allowing the soft leather to embrace her ebony body. She crossed her long shiny legs and smiled at her rugged masculine boss across the desk. "I'm all yours."

Before we begin, I need you to sign this please." Mr. Stone slid the single piece of paper across his desk. "It is a simple waiver indicating your willing participation without coercion or being under duress as a mutually consenting adult. It applies to our interview today and beyond."

Natasha scanned the legalese and smiled. "I really am all yours." She signed it and passed it back.

"Thank you," Mr. Stone said accepting her consent. "Let's begin with your legal competency." Mr. Stone drilled Natasha with the same intensity as he had Sonja on matters of relevant law. Natasha answered the questions flawlessly. Her responses were also calm and confident, despite beads of sweat that formed on her face and chest. Mr. Stone couldn't remember when his ability to focus was challenged more than the vision of Natasha's moist body in his leather chair. At the end of the two hours, her damp tight blouse adhered to her firm round dark breasts.

Mr. Stone's cock had been hard for more than an hour and ached for relief behind his desk. He picked up the papers in front of him, opened the side drawer to his desk and placed them inside. "Very impressive Natasha," Mr. Stone complemented with a broad smile. "You clearly know your stuff."

"Thank you Mr. Stone." She looked up at the clock. It was five minutes to three.

"All that is left is the opportunity for you to demonstrate the scope of your willing dedication." He dropped his gaze to her moist sexy cleavage, down the length of her body, then back to her eyes. His dick remained rock hard behind the cover of his large desk. Natasha felt butterflies from nervousness and excitement. She could only imagine what Sonja had been capable of that morning. She felt her resolve grow.

"Well, Mr. Stone," she said adjusting her posture by sitting up taller in the chair and recrossing her long shiny legs. "Exactly how can I demonstrate that to you? As I told you yesterday, the scope of my willingness is bounded only by the limits of your imagination and desires."

"As you know Natasha, initiative is important here. I have no doubt now you will gladly do anything I ask." Natasha felt a small victory in his words. "However, I need more than that. I need you to demonstrate how far you will go on your own initiative to please me."

"You want me to take control," she quickly deduced.

"Yes," he affirmed.

"For the next hour, you are completely in charge of what happens in this room." The wheels of Natasha's mind began to spin. She had another fleeting thought about how Sonja would have responded to an invitation like this. She pushed the thought away and focused on her preparations for this moment. "The only way I will discover the limitations of your willing dedication, if any, is if you are in charge" he continued. "The time is yours. The room is yours. I am yours. You have one hour to convince me."

Cold chills covered Natasha's body. Mr. Stone's invitation exceeded every previous fantasy she had of him. Natasha stood up. "Well then," she said seductively, "let's get this party started. Why don't you get up from behind that big desk of yours and join me over here." Mr. Stone stood up. His long hard erect cock strained the material of his tight Italian slacks. "Very nice," she said impressed by the size of his bulge. "Leave your coat there and join me. I have something for you."

She opened the small red and white basket as Mr. Stone walked around his desk toward her. She pulled out a small plate with eight strawberries covered in white and dark chocolate and set it on the small table.

"My favorite," he whispered.

"I know," she said seductively. "You also like whipped cream," she added as she pulled a small can out of her purse.

"How do you know?" he asked surprised and impressed.

"Because I listen," she said looking into his bright blue eyes. "Since working here I have listened carefully to your whispers of what you like and don't like; what you find irresistible and turns you on." She picked up a strawberry by its stem, turned and pressed her body into his as she raised it to his mouth. She pushed one of her legs in between his and felt the firmness of his dick against her abdomen. He reached around to hold Natasha tight against him. She felt her body melt at the touch of his hand in the center of her damp lower back. "Open up," she said seductively.

Mr. Stone took the large dark chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. He imagined it was one of her engorged black nipples that had tormented him for the last two hours. The strawberry exploded its juice in his mouth as he bit down. Natasha reached up with her other hand to catch the sweet drops escaping from the corners of his mouth with her finger. She coyly licked it clean with a pass of her tongue.

"You're good," he said impressed.

Natasha smiled knowing there was a difference between fucking him and making love to him. She counted on doing both before the hour was up.

She gave him a small kiss and enjoyed the taste of strawberry on his lips. "You know what else I know about you?" she asked.

"What's that?" he said with renewed curiosity.

"I know you are ready to explode out of desire to fuck my tits for all they're worth."

"How did you know?" he again asked with surprise.

"I listen," she said with complete control. "I believe a dedicated employee needs to know what her boss wants, even before he asks. Don't you?"

His knees buckled at her seductive tone and confidence.

"For every strawberry, I want a piece of your clothes," she said continuing her plan of seduction. Mr. Stone quickly removed his tie and threw it on his desk. "Good boy," she said. She picked up a white coated berry and rubbed it around his lips before placing it against his open mouth.

"Your shirts now," she said, picking up another berry. Mr. Stone pulled both shirts over his head in one smooth motion. He turned to her with a smile. His hand reached up to take one of her large firm tits in his hand. "Not yet, Mr. Stone." She took his hand in hers. "Let's get you undressed first." She giggled as she teased him with the next strawberry, touching the tip of his nose with it, before dropping it into his mouth. The berry melted with flavor and juices in his mouth.

"Now your shoes and socks, Mr. Stone." He quickly obliged and consumed the next berry. "Now the moment I have been waiting for." She reached up and began to unbuckle the belt of his pants. She unfastened his pants and guided the zipper down. She pushed both hands into the front of his pants to aggressively massage his eight inch pulsating cock and balls. Mr. Stone legs began to buckle again. His pants and boxers dropped to his ankles.

"Oh gawd, you're going to make me cum." His body began to shake with immanent orgasm. "Oh, gawd!"

She quickly pulled her hands away and reached over to pick up another strawberry. "Good boy," she said again, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"Oh gawd, don't stop Natasha. Please don't stop!" His raging dick throbbed enough to beat against his abdomen above it.

"Here," she said in her calm controlled seductive voice. "I owe you a strawberry." His mouth was open from the agony of her torture. She placed it in his mouth. He enjoyed the feel of its texture and the taste of its sweet juices in his dry mouth.

"Now my turn," she said. "Suddenly I am feeling way over dressed."

Mr. Stone needed no further permission. He released the only button securing her blouse. He slipped it off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. He couldn't remember anything more beautiful than her full dark breasts standing out toward him, supported by the feminine white lacy shelf bra. He reached up to take them in each hand.

"Ah, ah," she said raising one hand. "In due time." Her teasing was tormenting him. He wanted to consume her entire body. She turned to expose her bare back and the small zipper in the back of her skirt. He moved close to take hold of the zipper. As he did, Natasha stepped back and pushed her ass against his still hard cock. She reached behind to take hold of his backside with both hands. She pulled him close to force his dick against her leather-covered ass. He moaned as she slowly grinded her ass against his throbbing cock. His large hands took hold of her tiny waist. Her ass danced against his lap.

"Oh gawd, here it is!" he cried. "I'm going to cum." She again pulled away. His body rocked in greater agony. "Don't stop," he begged.

"I won't," she promised. "First things first, my zipper please."

He took the small zipper between his fingers and lowered it until it stopped. He wasted no time pealing the paint of her skirt off of her. It slid down the length of her long legs and into a clump around her ankles. He reached down and massaged both cheeks of her beautiful black ass in his hands. She unclasped her lacy shelf bra tossed it on his desk. Finishing her striptease, she kept her legs straight as she bent over at the waist in front of throbbing cock. She slowly lowered her matching white thong down the length of her long black legs and stepped out of them. She playfully tossed it next to her bra on his desk.

Natasha slowly turned around and stepped up onto the leather chair. She sat at the top of the chair with her feet on its seat. Her knees were elevated from the high heels on the seat. She smiled invitingly and spread her knees wide before him.

"I have another strawberry for you." She picked up a monstrous juicy white chocolate covered strawberry from the plate. "I saved this one, just for this." She used the fingers of her other hand to spread the lips of her pussy, as she lowered the strawberry to her pink flesh. Natasha stroked the length of her love box with the point of the swollen berry, giving extra attention to her enlarged clit. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while stimulating herself to near orgasm with the fruit in her hand. The chocolate of the berry coated her love box as the heat of her pussy melted it off. Natasha's body began to shake. Her nipples stood a full inch in reaction to her pussy's arousal. Natasha let out a moan as she suddenly pushed the entire large berry deep into her pussy.

"Eat me," Natasha ordered and half-begged. "Eat me like I am the last woman on earth. When I cum, the berry will be yours. You've never had strawberry and cream like this." Mr. Stone kneeled on the seat of the soft leather chair between Natasha's legs. He buried his face into her cunt, with ravenous hunger. His tongue circled her clit before massaging it to submission. Natasha's back arched. She involuntarily pushed her love box harder into his face. Mr. Stone masterfully sucked her clit in and out of his mouth, while his tongue laid siege on her swollen button. Natasha squealed with delight.

"Oh Shhhhiiiiitttt!" she screamed as her hips began to buck wildly. "Harder! Faster!" Mr. Stone pulled her closer. Natasha's juices poured from her berry-filled pussy like she hadn't given in weeks. Natasha reached up and took Mr. Stone's head in her hands. She pulled his face against her. His lips were sealed against her pussy lips. She squeezed from within her body, forcing the love-coated berry to be delivered into his mouth. "Aaauuugh!" she said.

"Mmmmmmm" he said. "I've never tasted better."

Natasha lost no time and quickly recomposed herself. She pulled his face up to hers and gave him a long wet kiss. She enjoyed the taste of her own love juices on his lips. She whispered into his ear. "That dick of yours has an appointment with my tits." Mr. Stone smiled at the thought.

Natasha reached over and picked up the small can of whipped cream. She shook it, pulled the top off, and handed it to him. "I believe whipped cream is another specialty of yours."

He stopped asking how she knew these things. She just did.

"Cover my breasts the way you like it," she said.

He turned the can upside down and circled her left breast with whipped cream. Natasha smiled. He raised the can again and continued to circle around her breast moving toward her erect nipple until the entire surface of her massive firm mound was covered. "Very nice," she complemented. "What can you do with the other one?" she asked.

Mr. Stone repeated the pattern, completely covering her right tit with the sweat cream.

"Dessert is served," she said. She took the can from him and placed it back on table. Natasha lowered herself into the seat of the leather chair in front of his hard cock. His cock waved in front of her, begging for attention from the torment. She took his massive piece of meat into her hands and began to massage her cream-coated tits with it. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against her chest. Natasha cupped each of her breasts in her small hands, unable to hold them all. She pressed them together, enclosing his long hard shaft in her snow-covered moguls.