Fast Track For Misty, Part II
The honey blond attorney sat at her mirrored dresser in her delicately decorated bedroom with the huge four poster bed with the damask canopy. She looked at her familiar face and donned the long black wig she had taken a fancy to in the past year. The fact that it made her feel adventurous and a little naughty was not an unpleasant feeling at all.
Misty thought back to her interview with the senior partner, Mr. Weinstein in his office suite on the top floor of the firm’s upscale office building. She always felt comfortable in the company of older men so she was not in the least bit nervous even when the older man looked at her with his x-ray eyes that most certainly removed every stitch of clothing from her defenseless body. In fact, it sort of set her pussy lips to trembling with anticipation and her inside juices were already filling up her super tight vaginal walls with plenty of lubrication at the thought of appearing fully naked in front of still attractive older man.
“So, my dear, you have taken my Anthony under your wing I have been informed.”
Misty Weston-Jones smiled at the thought of the handsome young rapscallion probably back in bed in her downstairs bedroom. Her cavalier treatment of his manly apparatus was not quite proper to be sure but the memory of forceful spurts of male juices into her milking hand was very satisfying. In retrospect, she believed it was the control she enforced over the young man’s sexual trigger that made her feel so very confident of her ability to keep him in line.
“Yes, sir, I have made arrangements for your son to take refuge in my town house until the police matter is well in hand.”
The older man smiled knowingly at his junior associate.
“I also understand you have some degree of talent in taking things in hand!”
Misty reddened in embarrassment. Her activities at the police station to get her client out of their clutches were shockingly unladylike but the results were most effective.
“Quite true, Mr. Weinstein, but I still have to plead a “nolo contendere” on the pills and get your son’s residence out of police control and back into his hands.”
“Has my Anthony wormed his way into your bed as yet, young lady?”
Misty laughed and giggled a bit at the older man’s bluntness.
“Not yet, sir, he really isn’t my type. I tend to prefer older men for sexual release.”
“I kind of suspected that to be more the case. Let’s get you over here and see how talented your tongue is. Did I tell you I knew your father and that our mutual friend the Colonel has given me some very informative descriptions of your capabilities?”
The senior partner opened up his flies and pulled out a cock that was actually a bit larger than his troublesome offspring. It was still a bit flaccid but started to perk up when Misty moved in front of Mr. Weinstein and fell to her knees between his legs.
“May I start by kissing it all over, sir? I do so adore getting acquainted first.”
The elder Weinstein locked his hands in Misty’s wig. She hoped it was secure enough to remain in place. He pushed her head down lower and she opened her mouth to engulf the rapidly hardening cock.
Her boss leaned forward and pulled up her loose skirt in the back. All she had on underneath was the Brazilian thong given to her by one of her schoolmate’s fathers as a reward for a quick fumble in the front seat of his Jaguar. She couldn’t remember the details of the experience very well but the motorcar was absolutely smashing.
The very sly Mr. Weinstein insinuated his fingers under the thong to test the tightness of Misty’s tiny pucker hole. It was such a dirty move that she accelerated her enthusiastic slurping of the older gentleman’s huge cock in a rhythm directly correlated to the depth of penetration of her sensitive brown eye by his relentless digit. She felt him starting to spurt deep inside her throat just as his finger reached the maximum penetration possible in her 28 year old rectum.
Misty knew she was squirting her juices onto Mr. Weinstein’s nice white carpet as she was struggling to swallow his entire load without spilling a single drop onto his clothing or the expensive leather chair.
He patted the top of her head and told her,
“A very good girl indeed, Miss Weston-Jones. I want you to continue to cultivate my son’s attentions and make bloody good sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble for the next several weeks. You have my promise of a “Fast Track” to junior partnership before the end of the fiscal year.”
Misty wiped her lips with Mr. Weinstein’s hanky and brought his naughty finger up to her lips to clean it off with flicking tip of her very pink tongue. It was deliciously naughty but she always got that way with older gentlemen. It was so satisfying to see how much they appreciated it.
“One last thing, Miss Weston-Jones, are you receptive to any exercises in discipline administered to your lovely posterior?”
Misty giggled and was certain she was blushing at the directness of the question.
“Well, sir, I have taken hand spanking, paddling, and even the belt quite well. I must say though that the thought of taking the cane is very distasteful to me after a bad experience with festering stripes in boarding school. I also have a shameful liking for taking a bit of pussy spanking with a nice riding crop as long as it is followed immediately by copulation. I have to defer on any type of punishment to my nipples or breasts as they are far too sensitive to such treatment.”
“Good girl! Perhaps we can arrange a private lunch together right here in my office from time to time without raising any suspicions of our activities. How do you feel about that, girl?”
Misty was intrigued that such a powerful man like the senior partner would be interested in her for such special kinky favors. It was so naughty that all she could do was bob her head up and down like a good little girl and exited before she could reveal how excited the proposition had actually made her.
She dropped off the filing of the no contest to the possession of narcotic substances knowing that all Anthony would get would be a “slap on the wrist” for using a friend’s medications. It was more a formality than an admission of guilt.
The front door was slightly ajar when she arrived home and she immediately suspected the worse had happened. When she called out to Tony, he answered right away and told her that he was trying to coax the cat back in the house after an afternoon of freedom running and scampering on the sidewalk and the stoops.
Scotty slunk into the house right between her legs distaining even to look at the male interloper in his domain.
Before Tony could query her on the newest developments, she brought him up to date on his situation.
“You got a 50 pound fine on the medications, your house will be turned over in exactly 72 hours in its original condition according to the watch commander and your semen contribution will require 9 more days for analysis. I made certain it will not be used for any paternity issues from a non-related case and they are on warning to treat the evidence as confidential.”
Tony breathed a sigh of relief.
“My father, what did he say?”
Misty was ashamed to mention anything about her taking his father’s cock down her throat or the fact that the older man had explored the secret recesses of her seldom entered brown eye with his inquisitive greedy finger.
“He told me to tell you to keep a stiff upper lip and to follow my every instruction”
That was not exactly what the elder Mr. Weinstein had said but Misty figured it would be good to give her some more authority to control the fun-loving young man’s actions.
“Of course, Miss Weston Jones, I mean Misty. Might I ask you to “take me in hand” like you did before and relieve the pressure in my private parts? I only ask because I have followed your instruction to not leave the house and now my little fellow is overflowing with the nasty sticky stuff.”
It was obvious that young Mr. Weinstein was just as direct as his father.
Misty led Tony upstairs to her bedroom and told him to strip off for a full service milking. She could not restrain herself from peeking at him down on all fours on the top of her bed with his business hanging down like an impressive tool to be reckoned with in matters of insertions and penetrations and the whole nasty business of sustained copulation.
She removed all of her out garments keeping only her Brazilian thong and her expensive French bra in place. They were not matched but she felt certain young Tony Weinstein was not one to complain about such matters.
Tony watched the young female attorney approach him from the rear wearing only her undies. His impressive cock jumped to attention like a soldier called to an unexpected inspection. She took the opportunity to run her hands and finger all over the handsome young playboy’s buttocks and even touched the untouchable button of his manly posterior. He jumped a bit just like a skittish colt at the touch of a saddle.
Her well-muscled arm slid between his legs and she grasped his cock firmly pulling it to the rear and making it emerge like an angry red snake just below the opening of his quivering brown eye. Tony was moaning softly and watched Misty very carefully in the full wall mirror at the side of the bed.
She spit on her hand and started to rub the tip of Tony’s cock. His head went down on the pillow and his ass raised up higher into the air. Misty reached up and inserted her long middle finger right into Tony’s trembling anus. He cried out and begged her to “go easy” but she just shoved her finger in deeper and deeper just like his father had done to her earlier that afternoon.
Before long, he was coming very close to the magic moment of his release. She tried to point his cock away from her linens because it was such a bore washing the large items. The very first spurt of creamy cum rose in a magnificent arc almost touching the hundred year old damask tapestry and shot all the way over to the dresser hitting Misty’s angled magnifying mirror knocking it backward into her photograph of her with her mother and father at the country estate. The sticky semen dangled from the mirror in passive splendor dripping right onto her beloved father’s face.
“I say, so sorry, love. Might I ask you to remove your finger from my bum? Frightfully exciting but not really my thing.”
To make up for her overly enthusiastic use of poor Tony’s battered bum, Misty leaned forward and planted her lips right in his reddened crease and used her tongue to soothe his quivering opening. He watched her in the mirror and felt his remaining load seep down into her waiting palm. She wiped her slick hand on her aroused breasts and nipples pushing her face up hard into his muscular bottom.
The touch of Misty’s lips and tongue on his nether regions confused Tony. It was the first time that he felt he was the one being fucked. It was very strange to him but the very novelty was enough to make his pulse race and create a sense of release that made his knees quake and his cock jerk wildly about in a dance of submissive desire.
Misty took Tony into her private bathroom and washed him all over and gave him her special pink bathrobe to wear down for an omelet in the kitchen.
She told him that he had to stay in his own bedroom just in case her parents might make an unannounced visit and catch them in bed together. Misty knew Tony desperately wanted to get into her pants, but she was wise enough to know that “you don’t buy a cow that’s already giving you the milk for free”.
There was plenty of time to discover just how good a lover Tony really was.
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