What are Friends For? Pt. 03

The apprehension was wearing me down. We were very near to closing out the settlement on the patent infringement case I had been working. The owner of the company my firm represented, however, seemed unwilling to accept the latest offer from the defendants. The offer was a good one, a very good one. Everyone was well aware that my client did not need the money. She was a world famous tennis star after all. She took her athletic killer instinct from the court into the business world as well. She did not want to simply win this case by a generous settlement, she wanted to publicly destroy and humiliate the defendants. I pleaded with her personal attorney to try and reason with her.

While a court room victory would be very likely, the resources necessary would detract from a pay out, and a pay out that may be less than what was currently on the table. My managing partner would crucify me if I let this case devolve into an ego massage for our client at the expense of losing dollars, if not the case. While our client may not need the money, our law firm could only exist because of our winning large settlements and judgements. Hourly fees keep the lights on, but winning large settlements is what made the job worthwhile. As I discussed these realities for the hundredth time with her personal attorney, he paused our conversation as he had a call to take. Moments later he was back on the line with me and said, "Seven p. m. tomorrow, here. She wants us to discuss all this over dinner."

"Ok Brad, I'll be there. Could I ask for a dress code this time?" I replied.

"Shit, you sound like my wife. She is pretty low key when at home. I'll say business casual," Brad responded. "But don't be surprised if you feel overdressed," he added.

"Thanks. See you then," I said, while resisting the reflex to ask if I should bring anything. The cliché of bringing coal to New Castle swept through my consciousness.

Bobby, Anne, and I got together for a night of bowling. Jessica floated in and out of our "group" over the past few months. Personality wise she was not a perfect fit for us. She was however, extremely attractive, sexually adventurous, and insatiable. So we tended to overlook her personality and intellectual short-comings. What was certain to me though, was that she was not "the one" for me.

Jess showed up after our first game. Per her routine she gave each of us a hug and a kiss on the lips for a greeting. She lingered extra long as she kissed Anne. I told them all about my "work meeting" the next evening as I wanted to see if Jess would respond as Anne had. Between frames Jess brought up some YouTube videos of Tamara playing tennis, and just smiled and said under her breath, "I would so fuck her."

Since it was a weeknight we did not stay too long at Anne and Bobby's. We did stay long enough though to get naked. Jess was seriously hot for Anne, more so than usual. Within minutes Jess had Anne flat on her back with her head between Anne's thighs. She was licking and sucking Anne's clit while she worked finger after finger inside her. Eventually Jess immersed her entire slender hand inside Anne. Anne grabbed Jess's forearm and started fucking herself with Jess's arm while she screamed and cussed. Bobby and I enjoyed the show up to a point. We were both rigid and dripping precum. I got behind Jess's tight little ass and filled her soaking wet pussy with my cock as she fisted Anne to a screaming orgasm.

Bobby fed his wife to his cock. Anne deep throated him to the point of tears running down her cheeks. Anne grabbed his balls and squeezed him just right to send him over the edge. Bobby then shot wave after wave of his load down Anne's throat. I slid my thumb in Jess's ass while I continued to pound her from behind. Like magic, that sent her over the edge and I could feel her spasm and gush fluid around my cock. I was last, but not least. I pulled out of Jess and traded my thumb for my cock in her ass. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I showed her no mercy and went balls deep and filled her with my load. She kept moving her body to milk every last drop out of me with her sweet behind. Bobby spoke first after the series of orgasms subsided saying, "Ok kids, it's a school night. Time to clean up and head home before your parents get worried."

I spent part of the next day rehearsing my pitch to Tamara, so I could convince her to agree to the current settlement offer that expired in 48 hours. Her personal attorney was a smart guy, and smart enough to know which side his bread was buttered. He was more than willing to let me piss Tamara off with the facts. I had not seen Tamara in person since our first lunch meeting three months prior. There had been a few Zoom calls where I saw her in various stages of make up, clothing, and hair styles. She could look like a completely different person depending on her degree of preparation. With her hair down and some make up though, she was unquestionably hot. I found myself jerking off at night imagining her sitting on my face or riding my cock.

I went with the Polo shirt and khaki look this time so as to try and not be "overdressed". I don't know why, but I bought a bouquet of flowers to bring. The chef preparing the meal that evening opened the door for me. I walked into a foyer that had a large circular marble table upon which a massive vase held probably 300 gladiolas of various colors. My little bouquet suddenly no longer looked charming, but quite pathetic. Before I could hide or dispose of my flowers Brad and Tamara entered the foyer from the other direction. Tamara immediately saw the flowers I was holding and said, "Oh Greg, that is so sweet of you."

She kissed my cheek and grasped the daisy bouquet as I said something stupid like, "They are actually for Brad."

She then spun and handed the flowers to Brad and said, "I think you should put your flowers in a vase Brad." She then looked at the vase of tall long gladiolas filling the vase and said, "You look like a Gladiola guy much more so than a daisy guy," and then I swear she glanced at my crotch.

The dinner was wonderful and consisted of fresh salads and a white flaky cod cooked to perfection. Fresh cherries that had been pitted were served with a white chocolate sauce for dessert. I gave my very matter-of-fact pitch to Tamara concerning the resources and more importantly time she would need to invest if we took this to trial. I explained that she could get her "win" in the public's eye with some cautious releasing of information that did not violate the privacy of the settlement agreement. I felt as though I had made headway with her. She then asked Brad to leave and that she would call him tomorrow. She then said, "I promised you a tour last time. Let's go." She rapidly stood up and I followed her to the kitchen where she thanked the chef and bid her good night.

"Well, now you've seen the kitchen," she said with a laugh. Let me show you downstairs. We wound down a spiral staircase and the motion detector lights illuminated a home gym. It was impressive. It was no accident how defined her muscles were. We walked around and she commented on each machine and how each one influenced a particular aspect of her game. Her phone rang and she pulled it from her back pocket and said, "Excuse me, but I need to take this call."

I think I heard her mention her mother. I continued looking at the impressive equipment. There was door ajar at the far end. I strolled over to see if it were a water closet because I needed to pee. I stepped in and needed to find a light switch as there were no motion activated lights for this room. It smelled of leather. I flipped the light on when I found the switch. I simply stood there in amazement forgetting my full bladder. "So you found where I like to play," her voice softly spoke as she startled me.

"I am so sorry. I was looking for a bathroom and walked in here thinking...." I stammered like an idiot.

"Greg, attorney-client privilege. Right? Not a word to anybody," she said coolly as she turned and walked toward the opposite wall.

"Of course, Tamara, I would never..." I stammered out again before suddenly hearing a loud crack as the whip snapped just inches from my groin.

"Greg, in this room you will not refer to me by any name other than 'My Dear Mistress'. Understood?" she commanded more than asked as the whip cracked again almost touching my left nipple.

"Yes, My Dear Mistress!" I blurted out.

"Now that we have that understanding I want you to forward the settlement to me in the morning for my signature. It would be unethical for me to keep you here tonight as you are my company's attorney. When this case is settled however, you will no longer be my company's attorney and I will show you what all my 'toys' are for. I have wanted you and what I am sure is your very nice cock since we met. Our meeting tonight rekindled those desires. Hence, I want this legal matter resolved. And when it is, I want your ass back here to please me as I command," she confidently stated as she walked up to me with her lips just an inch from mine before reaching down and grabbing my junk. "Oh I was right. You do have a nice cock. I will make it mine."

"Yes, My Dear Mistress," I whispered as she continued to squeeze harder and I felt her breath against my face. She began to moan and closed her eyes as my cock engorged rapidly. She reached with her other hand and began pleasing herself by sliding her hand into her panties. I could hear her wetness as she finger fucked herself right in front of me while still holding my cock. Soon I could smell her scent of arousal. She began shaking and shuddering as she climaxed. My cock started twitching and throbbing as I unleashed my load into my boxers while she pumped my cock.

"Bad boy," she said and then slapped me across the face. "that's for cumming without my permission."

"But Tam..." I started, but then another slap across my face. "Yes, My Dear Mistress. I apologize."

"Good. You are a quick learner, but maybe not quick enough. Get those papers to me tomorrow. You may leave soon Gregory. You do know the way out," she stated with now a warm friendly smile. "But first, please clean my fingers," she ordered as she put her hand back down inside her panties and pulled out glistening stringy girl cum between her fingers. I savored every moment of tasting her juice on her fingers before being told to leave. The whip cracked behind me as I exited My Dear Mistress's dungeon. I was hard again before getting to my car.

The next day in the office, the managing partner was thrilled to hear about our client approving the settlement offer. "Hell, Greg, what did you say to her? I was worried this case was about to go sideways," Allen rhetorically asked as he swirled the last of his latte and swallowed it down with a satisfied look.

"I simply told her the nuts and bolts of a trial. She was by no means scared. She simply wanted to avoid the inconvenience," I replied.

"Whatever, as long as you did not have to promise her a first born child or anything," Allen concluded with a chuckle, thinking he was a comedian.

His comment made me choke on my coffee, that I tried to transition into polite laughter. "No promises from me," I said. Though I knew I was lying. I had been constantly aroused emotionally with the thought of being Tamara's slave. Though I never promised anything out loud, I had already committed myself to becoming her plaything. My mind constantly wandered as I fantasized how she would use me for her pleasure. But for there to be any chance of these fantasies coming to fruition, I needed to close this deal. I focused intensely on the legal tasks at hand. By the afternoon, I had the executed agreement before a judge for approval.

It was not until the next day that the courthouse faxed confirmation of judicial approval. The wire transfer of funds then proceeded thereafter.

I called Brad, Tamara's personal attorney, to inform him that the case was settled and finalized. He was as happy as me. I asked him to tell Tamara. He said he would when her plan landed in Zurich. She was going to be overseas for the next ten days. "So will she be back here after that?" I asked.

"Depends on what you mean by 'here' for her," he replied. "She should be stateside, but where specifically yet, I never know until the day before."

"Ok, thank you," I said hiding my disappointment, "I would like to close the loop with her and make sure she was satisfied with our firm and had no questions."

"I'll be sure to let her know when I speak with her. I will make sure she has your cell number," Brad concluded.

Bobby and Anne were visiting Bobby's parents for a few days. I thought about reaching out to Jess, but I had never been with only her before. Plus, I think her real interest was Anne. I did not want to put her in awkward situation of wanting to turn me down. I had so much nervous energy (i. e I was horny as hell!) that I decided to go by the gym and get a good work out in. Brutalizing myself on the rowing machine helped. After a solid 30 minutes I opted for a light weight lifting routine, a shower, and then home.

During the drive home I heard my cell phone ping with alerts of some text messages. I was a dutifully good driver and waited until home to check the messages. As I pulled up a stool and sat down at the island in my kitchen and looked at my cell phone I was so proud that I had calmed down the heat in my loins. "Fuck!" I yelled aloud as I looked at my phone. There was a crystal clear photo of a tanned smooth pussy with two fingers spreading the labia apart to reveal the moist almost fluorescent pink entrance. The comment below read, 'Good job slave, I heard the case closed. Now send me a photo of your beautiful cock.'

I headed immediately to the bedroom with my cock stiffening. My phone pinged again, 'Where's my photo slave?' I quickly replied that I would send one soon. The phone pinged again, 'I want to see precum oozing from your cock.' I replied immediately that I would comply. In a minute I had was naked, lying on my bed, and stroking my shaft to a glorious erection. I kept looking at her photo and in only another minute I could feel my orgasm building. The requested precum was already soaking the head of my cock. I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo. I sent it immediately. I continued to stroke my cock awaiting a reply when my phone rang. I answered and heard her voice, "MMMM, very nice Gregory. I'm sorry I am not there to suck your beautiful knob. I want you to cum for me now, because I am going to cum for you. Don't hang up."

"Yes, My Dear Mistress, I will cum for you," I replied as I began wildly stroking my shaft and squeezing my balls that were trying to retract all the way to my throat. I heard her breathing quicken and she began moaning and then screaming my name. I could hear her fingers fucking her sweet wet pussy violently. I likewise began moaning and calling out for my mistress as I shot my wad all over my chest and abdomen.

"Good boy, Gregory. Now send me a photo of your spent load, and then taste yourself as you clean up. I am drinking my delicious juices from my fingers and dildo wishing you were here to help," she calmly stated. "I look forward to using this dildo on you when I return. I'll make you like it."

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I was able to say between heavy breaths.

"I'll be back on the 10th. Please plan for dinner that evening with me. And Gregory, do make sure your balls are extra full, so do not have any further sex with others or yourself beforehand," she plainly stated and hung up before I could reply.

"The 10th!" I said aloud. That was six days away. How could I possibly spend anytime with my two best friends beforehand. I decided to ignore Tamara's request. Little did I know what the outcome of that decision would be.

The seventh was a Friday, and per our usual we started off at Bobby and Anne's place. Jess did not show up which was ok by me, though I sensed a little disappointment on Anne's part. Anne really enjoyed the girl on girl. She also had become a complete fisting slut with Jess, begging for Jess to, "fuck me with your entire sexy forearm!"

We stayed in for the evening. I did not share my interactions with Tamara with either Bobby or Anne. I simply let them know the case was settled and my firm has happy with the outcome. I knew if I started talking with a few drinks in me I would tell everything. We were watching an old Harrison Ford and Jody Foster movie, "Witness". Anne exclaimed how she would have killed herself if raised by an Amish family. "I don't want to spend my time raising barns! I want to spend my time erecting cocks!" she exclaimed. She was seated between us on the couch and began rubbing our crotches with each hand. "So who wants to get the first blow job tonight?" she asked with an impish grin looking straight at the TV.

"Without question, the man of the house receives first dibs," I said as I stood went to get another beer. When I returned, Anne was on her knees between Bobby's knees as he sat reclined on the couch naked from the waist down. Her little butt was covered in just her panties and her bra dangled around one shoulder. She was holding his shaft with her right hand while her mouth worked the head of his cock. Bobby was lovingly stroking her hair and telling her how beautiful she was. They were truly in love and devoted to each other. I was so lucky that I was part of their world. I could see how her panties were already stained by her juices. I stripped naked and got behind her and began rubbing my cock between her cheeks while I played with her breasts.

"Fuck me, Greg. Fuck me," she pleaded as she came up for air. I stripped her panties off her tight little body and guided my stiff member into her wet vagina. I teased her by only giving her the head. She started pushing back wanting to feel my full length impale her, but I moved back with her. "Damn you Gregory! Give me your fucking cock!" she commanded. I guess I had teased her enough. I slid my full length inside her, abandoned her breasts and began rubbing her clit with one hand while sliding my thumb in her ass with the other. I could tell Anne was about to be the recipient of the first orgasm of the evening as her breathing quickened and her moans with a mouthful of cock became louder. As always I felt her anus start twitching around my thumb before her pussy started to spasm and her juices started soaking my hand and cock. She stopped sucking Bobby and just arched her back with her eyes rolling as she climaxed. I continued to now pound her. I leaned forward upon her back, kissed her neck, cheek, then lips before taking Bobby's cock in my hand away from her. I started sucking every drop of sweet precum I could. She whispered in my ear, "I love what a cock-sucking slut you are." I took his cock to the back of my throat. With practice I could deep throat him and no longer gag. As usual, the situation of being deep inside one of the sexiest women i have ever known and sucking her husband's glorious cock quickly brought me to the brink.

For a brief moment I thought about Tamara's instructions. While I was not going to obey her tonight, it gave me pause enough. I pulled Bobby out of my throat and slid my cock out of Anne. They both let out sighs of exasperation. "What the..." they both said simultaneously.

"Anne turn around and sit on Bobby's cock, reverse cowgirl," I commanded.

"Yes sir," she quickly replied with a gleam in her eye.

"I'll just stay here," said Bobby with a chuckle.

"I've noticed how much you like being stretched by Jess," I said with a grin as she lowered herself onto Bobby's rigid cock that had just been down my throat.

"Oh my gawd, yes," Anne said, "But there is nothing like a cock."

"Well, if there is nothing like a cock, then what would yu think about two cocks stretching your delicious little pussy," I rhetorically asked as I pushe her back so she was no lying on Bobby's chest with his cock inside her.

I then stood between the couple's spread legs and began rubbing my cock on Bobby's cock and Anne's clit. I then slowly started working my swollen head along the underside of Bobby's cock and under Anne's engorged clit. She let out her signature little yelp as my cock joined Bobby's inside her vagina. After an awkward moment or two, Bobby and I began exchanging slow buy forceful thrusts so that neither one of us slid out. We kept Anne's pussy full and stretched to its limits. She fixed her gaze on me while Bobby kissed her neck and ear, and stretched her nipples to the point of pain. Anne started mumbling, "Oh my gawd, I have two cocks in my pussy, I have two cocks in my pussy. This is amazing. Please don't stop. Please don't stop."

The sensation was equally amazing for me as well as Bobby. Having part of my shaft surrounded by an extra tight pussy with the other part being rubbed by stiff wet cock was heavenly. I cannot really say who started cumming first. All I know is that Anne started screaming and I felt Bobby's pace quicken. Anne looked at me like she was about to be thrown off a cliff. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced. That was all I needed. My cock began to throb and start shooting my semen into her stretched pussy and all over Bobby's cock. Bobby returned the favor and began injecting his seed and covering my cock as well. Anne's entire body was shaking and shuddering like never before.

As Bobby and I softened and slid out of Anne, she kissed us both and said, "I don't think I'll miss Jess's hand anymore. I also don't know if I can walk though." We all chuckled.

"I'll carry you anywhere Babe," said Bobby.

I went home that night feeling incredibly satiated, but suddenly a little guilty when I looked at my phone. There was a text from Tamara and a photo of a caged cock that was sent about an hour after her message asking, "you are keeping it in your pants this weekend? Correct?"

"Oh shit," I said to myself. I reassured myself that I had three days to build up a large load for My Dear Mistress. She would never know.