CHAPTER ONE

 

Matthew Lattimore was a good-looking guy, good-looking, wealthy and respected. He was one of the best trial lawyers in Gotham. He was also secretly one of the crookedest, and one of the most sexually ambitious lawyers.

His secretary-to-be, pert Miss Williams, knew what he was, and she knew she would love him - if he was MEAN! - mean sexually.

Alice Williams had found a career when she was accepted for employment by Mr. Lattimore. Of course she had some typing skill and a curvy voluptuous body, but she also became Mr. Lattimore's servant, his sexual partner. That she would be Ms partner in bizarre sex was evident the day the raven-haired temptress first walked into his plush office.

She had seen the advertisement for legal secretary in the City Times, and the subway ride from her apartment in the West Side high-rise wasn't very long. She came out of the elevator, ass wiggling appealingly in her short skirt. It was Mr. Lattimore's office door that stared her right in the face. He rented the whole sixteenth floor.

Very rich, thought pouting Alice, rich and also successful, if what I read in the papers is correct. In the paper that morning had been the story of Mr. Lattimore winning the Zigo case. That case bad taken ten months to try and ended with acquittal for Mrs. Zigo,

accused of stealing her own diamond necklace to cash in on the insurance.

Would such a famous lawyer want a girl of nineteen, one with strange sexual ideas? Would the lawyer want one with a buxom figure and a round rump, to be his personal secretary?

Sure he would, thought Alice, pulling her neckline a little lower and standing more erect in her high heels as she opened the door. Her breasts were like mountains determined to rip open the skin-tight dress. Her tight white stomach under the flimsy material was so firm that you could punch it.

Of course the door did not open into Mr. Lattimore's office directly. How stupid of me, thought the sexy girl. A dowdy secretary, her notes scattered every which way, her intercom askew on the desk, looked up and grimaced.

"Yes?"

"I am here to apply for the job."

The spinster-type woman looked Alice up and down twice, frowned, and buzzed Mr. Lattimore. "A young woman here for the job."

Then Alice heard his voice for the first time, and she pouted her lips. It was the voice of command that spoke directly to her, ignoring the secretary: "COME IN!"

Alice's boobs were nearly popping from their low-cut neckline as she undulated like Mata Hari through the oak doors portal. She sat open-legged, spread wide for his long glances up her skirt.

It's hard to get a job; if a girl has assets she should use them. Typing is not enough anymore, fuck-jobs are better. Give a good fuck-job and you will probably get any position. That's what they had told her at secretarial school, where she had learned office skills and how to sit with her legs open when interviewed.

Mr. Lattimore's handsome rugged features bore down on her face, and he said, "A girl that dresses like you ought to be spanked."

Flames shot into her pussy. If only he would spank me, she thought, I would be so happy! Men don't understand that a lot of young women go in for discipline nowadays.

Matthew grunted, "You are appealing." He lit a thin cigar, the kind he always posed with in the City Times, the kind that was his trademark, the kind he puffed in the faces of juries.

"Thank you." She was winning, she knew that. Perhaps it was because she had on stockings with a shiny metal garter belt, and with no panties at all. Perhaps it was because, as she spread and slumped in the chair, her swollen pussy lips could be seen so clearly. She had removed her cunt hair.

She decided that for once she was going to be frank. She hinted obviously that she was available for sexual abuse. That's what she wanted and she asked for it: "I heard you say you would like to spank me. I think it is your right as my future employer to do what you wish!"

He got up and walked over and locked the door. Alice could see a stiffness inside his fly. He had a hard-on!

"Spank you? I think I will! What is your name?"

"Alice Williams," she said, red-faced. "Perhaps I have been a little too blunt, Mr. Lattimore."

"Nonsense. Come lay across my lap and I will spank you."

Her inflamed pussy lips engorged further as she lay across his lap and as he drew her skirt up to her waistline, revealing her bare ass.

"Good, no underwear! I don't think women should ever wear undies, do you, Alice?"

She started to my no, but he was already soundly thrashing her round full buttocks with his fast hands. It sent waves across her pained rippling flesh, pleasing her pussy.

"Can you type?" he asked. Alice could feel his dick against her crotch on the other side of her body from the spanking.

"A little," she gasped, her rump being chastised by his hand.

"You're hired!"

She smiled as he pounded her fat ass. Alice groaned in satisfaction. She had a job, a hard-on under her, and a good thrashing, all at the same time! She sighed, she cried, eventually she screamed. Her rump was red and raw, which became black and blue, when he finished.

"That's wonderful!" she gasped tearfully as she kissed the lawyer.

He smiled and called his old secretary on the intercom. "Miss Renquist, you are relieved of your duties!"

"Now," he said to Alice, "let's see if you can still wiggle your ass when you sit on my big hairy dork!"

Alice was in heaven. She had found a rich successful and handsome man that wanted to do to her the things most men are too timid to try. She stood, nearly drooling, removed her clothing and dropped them to the floor as he stared with his x-ray eyes. She blushed when he insisted that she leave on her gleaming metal garter belt and black stockings.

"You have shaved your pubis very nicely," he observed. "I like that!"

She needed no encouragement once ready for sex, to bend over and unzip him. She pulled his big, curved cock from his sweaty underpants as he sat there.

"Sit down on it at once, Miss Williams!" he demanded.

She knew that she must obey that voice. She knew it would be the voice that would command her completely for the next years of her life. She surrendered. She lowered her eyes as she wiggled down on his dork, letting the strong tip of the reddened dock head pierce between her pussy lips.

She moaned and he got purple-faced as she slid, as she let it slide deeper and deeper, inch by girl-moist inch into her quim, into her well of man's pleasure.

"I liked it when you kissed me, I liked it when you spanked me too," she whispered.

He slapped her across the face. "Only speak when commanded to speak, bitch!" The purple-faced man's dick twitched violently in her vaginal canal as she started to heave up and down, up and down on his sopping wet pussy-sunk dick.

She lowered her eyes, but her furious slamming up and down, up and down, increased in tempo. There is nothing in the world that turns on a woman like pain and humiliation, the lawyer knew that and Miss Williams knew that. She looked forward to the next step. What would it be?

She groaned and coughed and writhed and shook and came ahead of the handsome man. She was done and thought; he was, so she tried to stand, tried to pull away. The lawyer wouldn't let her. He forced her down, pressing on her shoulder blades until she was firmly welded around his twitching peter, and he ordered her to keep bouncing up and down.

"But I am tired."

He slapped her repeatedly, until she started banging up and down, up and down with her wet pussy around his sceptre. He finally ball-heaved a bucket of white, warm gravy into her womb.

And I didn't take my pill today, she thought.

He let her up, reluctantly, after he ordered her to wiggle like a motherfucker so that his dick would be entirely clear of all its ample come. All his baby-makers were now coursing around in her warm, wet body.

"Not bad, bitch. But you have stained the zipper area of my pants with your spurting girl-come. You will be punished for that!"

"Already? Again?"

He pushed her naked body, with her boobs bouncing. His limp dick was still hanging dripping from his fly. He slapped her as she tried to avoid him. He slapped her breasts!

"Stop!" she uttered. "My breasts hurt."

"Shut the fuck up, you horny bitch!" he whacked her on her fanny with his left fist as she turned to avoid any more blows to her sore nipples.

Then there was a pause. She peeked over her right shoulder as she stood near the wall, trembling, bare-assed, barefooted on the thick, warm carpet. He was slipping off his big brown belt.

"What are you doing?"

There was no stopping the red-faced lawyer. He was going to thrash his new secretary, he said, so that from that day forth she would wear his marks on her naked pale thighs! He pushed her to the floor and ordered her to open her legs wide.

"Wider, you scum-sucking bitch!"

She spread wider, watching his penis become like a flagpole as he stared up her sopping, bare pussy lips.

She wanted to be hit there and he knew it. She was afraid that he would hit her clit, that he would come too close to her hairless cunt with the strap, or even worse, with the metal buckle. But she wanted pain!

She had an idea just before he began thrashing the pale sensitive area of her inner thighs above her stocking tops, close to her sex. "How much do I get paid for being secretary?"

She knew he wouldn't want her to quit, but she knew that no matter how little the pay, she would remain his sex-slave. She needed rough treatment, she had ever since puberty. But he didn't know that. He would offer a high price, she hoped.

"Four hundred!" he snarled.

"A month? I don't think ... "

"A week!" he yelled, smashing the strap across her thigh on the right side a quarter inch from her wet prize. She writhed in pleasurable pain. Not since my father, she thought.

As he continued to satisfy the naked squirming figure on the carpet, the lawyer started spurting into the air with his jerking throbbing blue-veined dork.

He fell upon her wide-spread ample thighs and buried his dick again in its opulent splendour, shoving his cock head in between her red-streaked thighs, all the way to her womb.

She groaned in painful ecstasy. "I love you," she whispered.

"Fuck you, bitch! You are my slave!" He came again in her tickling, urgently squirming, heaving hips.

That's what she liked to hear from men as they came in her pussy. Alice liked to hear curses, abuse being hurled at her. She liked to be treated as a fucking machine, as a sexual object, as a man's property. Only then could she be truly happy. She needed domination, but she also liked to dish it out. She hoped, as the trial lawyer pounded his meat into her hairless source, that he liked to receive as well as give pain and humiliation.

He didn't disappoint her. He stripped when he finished. He skipped and he ordered her to take the strap and work him over. She marvelled at his well-exercised, tight body, at its rippling muscles, at its well-hung hairy pleasure rod, at his stone-like balls.

"I will hit you, you fuck!" She smiled, and her oozing pussy delighted every time she successfully slammed the belt across the chest or thighs of the kneeling man. If all secretaries were like me, she thought, there would be a lot more happy bosses! Men have to be punished for their sexual aggressions - if they aren't, they feel guilty.

She wanted to be sure that Mr. Lattimore didn't feel guilty.

"Stop cringing, you worm!" She paused to go over to put on her high heels. Now she wore heels, stockings and her gleaming garter belt, and he was naked.

"Now you spread wide!" she commanded.

Towering over the figure cringing on his knees, she decided to make him really fear her.

"Spread?" he said. "No, just ..."

"Shut the fuck up, worm!" she slapped him powerfully with her left hand, across his face. "You lay down and spread. I am going to do what you did to me!"

"But if you hit my... "

She kicked him with a high heel. Terrified at his new secretary's fury, the naked lawyer lay down on his back and spread so that his balls hung enticingly between his thighs.

"Wider! "

He nearly was in a split as she whipped his inner thighs rapidly, furiously as he cried out. The only thing that kept him there for the awful pain was her statement that if he tried to get up, she would belt whip his balls.

On the last vicious blow she did hit his balls and he doubled up like a stepped-on ant.

"Sorry, I guess I am not an accurate whipper. Something got in my eye," she lied.

"Bitch!" He bit her big left toe, tried to, but she had her shoe on. If she didn't he would have severed her toe.

She kicked him in the ribcage. "Worm! Filthy worm! You will suffer as much or more as you make me suffer!"

"Agreed!" he yelled.

I've done it, thought Alice. I have established an S & M relationship at last, after years of searching. I can get my sexual pleasure at last!

She fell upon him and kissed his naked body all over.

He did the same to hers, licking all her wounds, telling her sweet nothings.

Two S & M lovers entwined eventually start biting. Such was the case.