Confessions of a Litigation God

Mac and her pure, white lace.

Fucking hot!

As she stepped around my desk, she murmured provocatively. “I’m getting ready to make all your fantasies come true. ”

I turned my chair to the right and looked up at her br**sts, gripping onto the armrests of my chair tightly to resist the urge to cup them in my hands. “What do you mean?”

She leaned over me and whispered. “I’m getting ready to give you a five-star bl*w j*b. ”

Oh, f**k! I leaned my head back against my chair and closed my eyes, telling my c**k to stay down.

But it was too late… that bad boy had leapt to attention the minute it realized Mac was going to wrap her lips around it.

“I don’t need that,” I said lamely, but God, did I f**king want it.

Her voice was soft with laughter as she dropped to her knees in front of me. “Baby… I’ve never seen anyone in more need of a b**w j*b than you right now. ” She took my belt off and slowly unzipped my pants, dragging her knuckles over my erection as she moved down.

“Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. “You’re killing me here. ”

She pulled my pants and boxers down, and my h*ps raised up to help her out with her task. She took me in her warm hand and just squeezed me as she ran her thumb around the head of my cock.

A groan ripped out of my throat and my h*ps jerked.

“Shhh,” she whispered with a smirk and as a warning for me to be quiet, even as her hand started stroking me. She knew damn well it was going to be next to impossible for me to keep my mouth shut with her jerking me off like that. My h*ps surged up, forcing my dick through the friction of her hold.

Trying to remember Bill’s admonishment that we keep this shit out of the office, I asked, “What if someone calls me?”

“Answer the phone,” she said as if it were the simplest answer in the world. Yes, I could just see me answering the phone with my c**k down her throat. No telling what I’d say to the person on the other line.

Mac leaned forward and with that amazingly wet and pink tongue, licked the underside of my c**k from the base to the tip, causing me to grunt. It’s how she always got started on me, and I knew better stuff was still to come.

No pun intended, of course.

She licked me again, and I could barely get the words out. “What if someone knocks on the door?”

“Tell them to go away. ” Then she took me all the way in, straight to the back of her throat, where I swear I bumped her tonsils. She gave an appreciative moan, moving her tongue side to side against the underside of my cock, and I started to tremble.

“What if—?” I started to say, but she pulled her mouth away from me and that got my attention fast.

“Baby… shut up and enjoy this,” she said in exasperation as she glared up at me. She was beyond glorious, her eyes sexy and her lips shiny, my wet c**k standing at attention in front of her face.

I grinned down at her and just let my head fall back against my chair, closing my eyes. She took me back in her mouth and then I was just lost as she moved up and down my length.

I think I’ve said it before… Mac gives a f**king stellar bl*w j*b. I’d still rather be balls deep inside of her pu**y any day of the week, but damn… having her go down on me in the middle of the day, in my office? I just hoped I didn’t shout the roof down when I came.

My hands ended up tangled in her hair, and though I tried to let her keep full control, I couldn’t help gripping on to her tight and trying to f**k her mouth just a little as my h*ps moved on their own accord. She hummed approval in the back of her throat, which reverberated all the way through to my balls.

She put her hand in on the action so every time her mouth moved up, she’d suck hard on the tip, and squeeze and rotate her hand at the base, and God… it felt f**king marvelous.

At one point, she had me muttering incoherently because I was so lost in the storm of carnal craving.

When I came, it was so hard that my h*ps jerked deep into her mouth and I blew hot and straight down her throat. She kept at me until I was completely empty, absolutely sated, and again marveling that I had found the perfect woman.

After tucking me back in, zipping me up, and giving me a light kiss with her swollen lips, we got down to business and tried to figure out how we could win my appeal.

“Hey, baby,” Mac purrs in my ear as she wiggles on my lap, jerking me back to the present and straight out of my  p**n  memory of her bl*w j*b. “I’d like another Slippery Nipple. ”

I grab ahold of her waist to stop her movements, which if she keeps it up, will guarantee a boner before too long. “No more Slippery Nipples for you. You’re going to be hating life tomorrow as it is. ”

Mac looks down at her watch, squinting just a bit to see the numbers. Her brow furrows, and there’s no telling what is going on inside that magnificent, albeit drunk mind of hers.

She sits up straight on my lap suddenly with a look of supreme confidence and looks over at her bestie. “Hey Macy. . . I just used the word ‘plethora’ in my mind. ”

Macy takes a sip of her vodka tonic and shoots me a grin, before turning back to Mac. “That’s great, Mac. But so what?” She turns back to me and gives me a wink, thoroughly enjoying Mac’s drunken rant.

“W-e-e-e-e-ll,” Mac says slowly, as if she’s talking to a first grader. “I’m obviously not that drunk if I can use big words in my head. Thus, I deserve another Slippery Nipple. ”

I start laughing, because f**k, she’s entertaining when she’s drunk. I mean, she’s pretty funny when she’s sober but that’s because she’s got the sharpest of wits. It says something that she can still bring it even while inebriated.