Butt Plug Fetish Phone Sex – Bend Over For A Promotion – Part II

 

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“You’ve trained her well,” I gulped.

“Like I said before, I know how to read women. I hired Kimmie because she’s a great secretary, and because I know her true potential.”

“Are you fucking her?” I ask.

In all my years doing legal work — as an intern, paralegal, then lawyer — I’ve never discussed sex with a superior. Only with friends once we’re outside of the building. This kind of talk could lead to problems in today’s climate. But after everything I’ve seen, the question feels appropriate.

“Sometimes,” he replies. “Sometimes the other Partners have a turn. Often the clients.”

My jaw hangs. “Everyone is fucking her?”

“Not the associate lawyers,” he grins. “They haven’t earned the rights to Kimmie’s bottom.”

“The female lawyers and paralegals. When they go with the male lawyers to solicit past clients…”

I leave the sentence incomplete because I know Richard will understand. It’s such a lewd question. It feels like slander against the women I’m becoming friends with.

“Welcome to the big leagues,” he says.

“You want major clients? You have to put in the work.”

I want to scream at him. I’m close, but I refrain. Richard sees that I’m about to go ballistic and he gives me space to do so. Again, I refrain. I control my temper and take deep breaths to calm myself.

“Aren’t there hookers in this city?” I say as calmly as possible.

“Nothing beats a sexy lawyer. It’s a power play.”

“All the women that work here… the lawyers… they go around giving head and ass? Just like that?”

“Correct,” he says.

I clench my fists. “And me? The lunch meeting today? Was I expected to give someone head in the bathroom? I mean, what the fuck?”

“This gift is for you,” he says, gesturing to the box on the table. “Feel free to give anyone head, but if you want to become Partner, these plugs go inside your ass.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I like you, Holly, that’s why I hired you. Your brains, those legs. We need a female Partner and I’ve selected you.”

“You expect me to let some client fuck me in the ass?”

“If you’re not ready, bring the secretary,” he says. “Either way, it has to get done.”

“I can’t. I can’t. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“That’s fine, I’ll send Kimmie with you. All I ask is that you watch and learn. Talk business, do your thing, then learn. Okay?”

It’s more than a question. It’s a demand. A promotion is dangling in front of my face and Richard knows I want it. Do I want to become a Partner of this firm enough to give up my ass? I honestly don’t have the answer.

This changes the mood at lunch because I know what the clients expect. All of us meet at a French restaurant a few blocks away. It’s me, a law Partner (not Richard, someone else) and another lawyer. Kimmie also comes along.

As expected, the men laugh and make jokes.

I do my best to talk about what our firm can do for them, but in the back of my mind, all I can think about is sex. That’s what they’re interested in.

Our firm pays for lunch after desserts and a client excuses himself to use the bathroom. Kimmie follows, saying she needs to use the bathroom as well. There’s a feeling of humor amongst the men, as if they all know the secret. They talk about the meal and other things, instead of what’s really on their minds.

For me it’s a slow torture. I feel protective of Kimmie because I’m older than her. Eventually I have enough. As the men talk, I toss my table napkin onto my bowl of finished chocolate mousse, not caring that it looks rude.

Then I get up and look for them. It had already been five minutes since they left. Walking through the crowded restaurant, I feel my heart pound, curious about what I may find. Getting head? Sex? Ass fucking? Or maybe they’re having an innocent conversation?

The women’s bathroom has two women in the stalls. No sign of Kimmie. I barge into the men’s room and see a guy taking a piss. He’s shocked to see me, but I ignore him. I hear the sounds of ruffling and short grunts. I walk towards the stalls.

Kimmie’s heels are pointed towards the toilet inside the stall.

The client is behind her, pants down. I can only see their shoes as they’re having sex. The sound of my heels make clicking noises on the tile floor, but they don’t stop. They continue their muffled and suppressed sexual activities.

I peek through the slim opening of the stall door and see the client’s bare butt as he fucks the secretary. This arouses me, although the power imbalance between them is disturbing. Kimmie is a young woman who’s shy and impressionable. The client is a powerful older businessman.

This doesn’t feel right. It’s my first time seeing a woman sodomized. I don’t actually see the penetration, but I can hear it. It sounds different than vaginal sex. I can hear the lubrication.

I can hear the squishing sound.

Faster they move. Louder are the muffles. I know the client is having an orgasm based on the grunts he makes. I wonder if he’s using a condom, or if he’s filling that tiny anus and I wonder if Kimmie will clean herself, or put the butt plug back inside with the mess. Eventually they stop.

They’re done fucking and I can hear the cock plop out of her asshole.

Instead of confronting them, I leave. Will I be able to wear a large plug all day and get ass fucked on a whim? Part of me is repulsed that me being a partner would be based on that. And to my surprise, I am turned on to wear a plug all day and have a cocks sliding deep into my tight hole. This is absurd but I think will try the smallest plug when I get home tonight.

The rest of the day was business as usual, although I did find myself analyzing all the women in the office to see if I could tell who had a plug in. Once at home I felt rushed to try the smallest butt plug. I brought the box to my bed pulled it out with the lube, covered it generously and bent over. The cool metal against my puckered hole was uncomfortable at first.

I pushed against my puckered back end and felt myself stretching over the plug.

At first, I was not enjoying the sensation but once I got a bit inside it turned to pure pleasure. It was a luxurious feeling of pleasure and I could feel my pussy starting to tingle then my juices were dripping. I was so aroused that I couldn’t help myself I needed to get off! I grabbed my dildo from the table beside my bed and l got on my hands and knees with my plugged ass up in the air.

My fingers rubbed my clit while I rubbed the dildo along my slit getting it nice and lubed with my own juices.

Then I pushed it inside. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have both my holes filled at the same time. The dildo rubbed against the thin skin against the plug and a moan burst out of my mouth. Instantly I thrust the dildo in and out, I felt like an animal in heat needing to be fucked hard and fast. I went harder and faster the pleasure was euphoric as my climax was building.  With a huge explosion I orgasmed all over the dildo. I squirted all over the bed between my shaking legs. After I recouped from the intense waves flowing through my whole body the thought entered my head ‘maybe its not such a mad thing after all.

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