The Paralegals

If that wasn't bad enough, to make matters worse, the itching between my legs had become so powerful that I really had to fight to take my eyes off of his penis.

Grinning, Marty demanded, "Satisfied?"

"Not even!" I blurted out without thinking and then tried to cover-up my blunder by looking back at the list. Then added, "But, for the sake of argument, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

In the mean time, the voices in my head were still talking.

'Stop drooling! You act as if you never seen one before.' It was Horny Me.

Like a kid with her hands in the cookie jaw, Professional Me replied, 'I'm not drooling! Am I?'

'No but you might as well be. Now stop distracting me. I'm trying to think here.' Horny Me insisted.

"Where was I? Oh yes! I remember now. I'll ask you again…" I said as I threw the clipboard onto the floor and climbed onto the bed next to him. But, I didn't stop there; instead, I continued climbing until I was on top of him and my hips were straddling his. Then, I lowered my weight slowly downward until our sexes meet each other.

The contact was electric.

"Do you really think that having a naked woman rubbing herself on you isn't enough to get you aroused?" I asked.

Stubbornly, he replied, "That's right."

'Does he really think we're that stupid?' The two voices chorused.

"Really? Then I guess you won't mind proving it to me. Will you?" I didn't give him a chance to answer. Instead, I began moving my hips to and fro. And each time my sex rubbed the full length of his hardening penis my clit tingled.

Within seconds, as if coming to life, his manhood began growing harder beneath me.

'Now are you convinced that he likes us? Do you still want to go down the list?' demanded Horny Me.

'What list? Who cares about the list? I want to play a little.'

I pushed myself up into a kneeling position and the itching became stronger.

"So, this isn't doing anything for you huh?" I said as I continued massaging his manhood with my sex. And thought to myself, 'Then why are you resisting so much?'

There was a look of utter disbelief on his face.

When he didn't respond, I quickened the pace of my movements. I'm sure he didn't know it at the time, but I probably would have no matter how he had responded.

My conscious mind I knew I was enjoying the friction his cock was creating way too much; but, my loins were on fire and I couldn't seem to stop myself. With each movement I made, his love muscle became harder and harder. It wasn't long before it was fully erect.

Confused, Professional me said, 'I don't know what to do now. I really didn't think it would get this far. Do you have any ideas?'

'Why don't you just keep going down the list and see what happens?' Horny Me suggested.

So that's what I did.

"You said, 'how do you explain the fact that he didn't just buck her off of him as soon as she climbed on top of him?" I asked through quickening breaths. "We'll I'm on top of you; go ahead, get me off!"

I looked down at him for his reaction. He just stared back up at me.

All the while I was rubbing myself against him I was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

'You know we're getting close to the point of no return, don't you?' Horny Me asked.

But Professional Me was silent. She was having too much fun.

"Well, what are you waiting for? What's stopping you? Try to get me off!" I insisted and then added tauntingly, "Or can't you do it?"

Grinning, Marty said proudly, "Oh, I can get you off alright! But be careful what you ask for; you might just get it!"

"Then do it! Get me off!"

Without saying another word, he started bucking his hips up and down forcefully. He had a lot of strength in his legs and several times I was thrown upwards so hard that I almost did get tossed off of both him and the bed. Several times during his attempts, I actually felt the head of his cock go past my inner labia and almost into the opening of my vagina.

'Hey, that was close. If you want to stop, you better do it now while you can.' Horny Me cautioned.

Marty paused giving me time to think as he asked, "Rachael, how much of that stuff did you drink. I've never seen you this way. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

'We do; don't we? Damn that stuff we swallowed is good! Just that little bit of rubbing on him has got us so worked up if the wind blew we'd have an orgasm. Yeah, that was really close too. He almost ended up inside of us. I wonder if he's trying to tell us he wants to stop now? What if we end up doing something we both regret later? Still, we can't take much more of this. Maybe we better slow down and think this over. Sure, we'll play it safe.' The voices in my head were now speaking as one.

So, in my sex drunk mind, I decided to lock my ankles under his legs for leverage before I totally lost control of the situation. The idea was to trap Marty's manhood safely between us and 'out of harm's way.

He was still waiting for my answer.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Of course I know what I'm doing!"

I didn't plan on what happened next!

At the very moment that I slid my ankles under his knees, Marty must have used all his strength to try and shove me off of him. The force of his action sent me quickly up and forward in the direction of the headboard. In desperation, I tighten my leg muscles as hard I could so I wouldn't be thrown off of him. When I felt Marty's pelvis retreat to the bed, pushing hard against the headboard with my arms, I threw my weight back onto him.

"Ahhh!" I screamed out when, in one swift motion, I impaled myself onto the fullness of his manhood. Well, I think I screamed. Maybe I just said roared! I can't remember. But that's probably because as soon as my kitty sat on his snake, I was sent right into the clutches of a powerful orgasm.

It was so strong that all I could do was sit there, gasp and writhe euphorically for several seconds while my vaginal walls contracted uncontrollably around his hard, hot, pulsating, pleasure pole.

'You did that on purpose!" The voices inside my head said to each other accusingly.

Marty laughed, and then said, "Still want me to get you off?"

Wait a minute, that wasn't the voices inside my head! I said that out loud!

I was still cumming.

Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'My God, is his cock actually twitching inside of me? It is! And, it's hitting my g-spot! How the hell is he doing that? Fuck that feels so good! As long as he keeps that up, my orgasm will never end.'

When it didn't stop, I realized that it really was. Marty was making his cock twitch inside of me!

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like thirty seconds, of his cock bobbing inside me I thought I was going to pass out.

Finally, when my body couldn't take any more of it, I fell forward on top of him causing half of his man-meat to slip out of me. Luckily for me I caught myself with my arms.

The twitching stopped.

It was just the break I needed. My head cleared a little and I remembered then that he'd said something to me.

"What did you say?" I asked sheepishly.

Still grinning, he replied, "I said," Marty began speaking and started twitching his cock again. "Do you still want me to get you off?"

Only this time, because of my new position, every time the head of his cock moved gravity caused it to land directly on my g-spot. I still couldn't think straight.

What thoughts I did have went like this… 'I can't move! I'm stuck again and I can't move. Wait, yes I can. I don't want to, but I can! Did he just ask me a question?'

I didn't know what to say or, for that matter, to do. One thing I did know, time was against me. The longer I allowed his manhood to throb inside me, the less likely I was to let it go. It felt so good when the head of his manhood had driven past my inner labia, entered my well lubricated womanhood and sent me instantly into an orgasm. And, I did want so badly to be fucked. But, I just didn't know if the Spanish-fly was making me feel that way or whether it was what I really wanted. Was my body in control or my mind? No matter what it was that was driving me, it was finally time for me to make a decision.

As before, he was looking up at me expectantly and I knew that I had to say something.

When after a few moments I didn't saying anything, his cock stopped pulsing. That's when I decided.

Chapter Five – Interrogatories

Didn't I tell you that Rachael is smarter than I am? She set up that ambush and executed it with military precision. And the way she mastered those knots in such a short time is nothing but genius.

Let me tell you, when the lights came on and I saw it was Rachael, I was impressed.

Okay, call me stupid; but, when she brought in the cameras I had no idea what she was doing. In my own defense, after the ease at which she'd managed to tie me to the bed I was still in shock.

After Rachael told me what she was up to, I began to wonder just how far she was willing to go. However, when she broke out the clipboard and started going through the checklist, I decided she was going to stop before things got intimate.

Since I was tied to the bed unable to go anywhere, there wasn't much else I could do but play along with her. But I would have any way. And yes, I was pretending to be stubborn. Rachael had me convinced she was right about what happened to Vince from the moment I woke up tied to the bed. I just didn't tell her that.

That Spanish-fly trick was a good one. However, Rachael was wrong about it. The stuff doesn't really do much to a man… or at least to me. In fact, all it did was to make my heart race a little. On the other hand, from what I saw, it definitely did affect her. I've never seen a woman go from cold to burning hot so fast in my life!

She told me later that once the stuff kicked in, she just about couldn't stop herself.

When Rachael went for my "better not leave any on my lips; it'll show up on camera" line and ended up kissing me, I knew she was having as good a time as I was. So, while she played her little game, I played mine.

And another thing, it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from getting a raging hard-on when I saw how she was dressed.

Boy shorts and a sports bra? Can you get any sexier? Hell, I could see everything delicious on her from camel toe to pert, pointy, nipples.

I thought of everything from names in the phone book, to, holidays on the calendar, trying to keep from growing wood. I might even have been successful had she not stripped naked and climbed on top of me. But it was over the second she started sliding the wet entrance of her pleasure portal along the length of my awakening shaft.

Score: Me Zero, Cock One and Rachael One. Game over! Rachael wins by a boner!

You know, when Rachael told me to 'get her off', as she so appropriately put it, and I almost succeeded throwing her off me. I began to think that she might have been wrong about Vince's ability to keep Gloria from fucking him.

I changed my mind when Rachael locked her ankles under me and it resulted in her sitting on my dick.

I wish you could have seen the expression on her face when she started cumming. It was a mixture of both astonishment and ecstasy at the same time and one I will never forget.

When I saw her like that, any thoughts I had about what we were doing begin case related completely disappeared.

So, there we were. One minute Rachael was sitting on top of me with my manhood completely inside her; and, the next she was leaning forward writhing as my cock did the 'love thump' on her g-spot.

Up until that moment, it could all have been written off as a very unconventional demonstration. At best what we were doing was questionably professional, at worst pornographic!

But, she'd made her point. Now what was she going to do?

So I asked her, for the second time, "Do you still want me to get you off?"

I wanted to make sure that this time there would be no doubt about what I meant.

As I looked up at her expectantly, I still wasn't absolutely sure what her answer would be. It could have been an accident her impaling herself on me. Like I believed that!

But, when she pushed herself backwards and sat up taking me all the way inside her again, I had my answer.

Now before I tell you what happened next, I want to make a few things clear.

Most people would think that once a person has been tied to a bed (or anything else for that matter) and their partner is on top of them. The person on the bottom is pretty much just a prop and all they can do is lie there and get fucked. Nothing, however, is further from the truth. In fact, if the person on the bottom knows what they are doing, they can pretty much control the whole situation, sexually that is. And yes, I know that logic dictates that they just can't get up and walk away. But, before you make up your mind that what I am saying is outrageous, consider this… it's all about using what you have to push the right physical and psychological buttons.

The reason I'm telling you this is so you will understand me when I say that, bound though I was, I was the one controlling what happened. And here is how I did it…

Every time Rachael started to lower her hips, the moment she was half way down my shaft, I raised my hips and pushed myself back up inside her. When I did, I made sure that the top of my joystick rubbed her g-spot. Every time I did that, it made her jerk erotically and gasp for air.

This went on for several minutes. All the while, I kept constantly massaging her g-spot with the head of my cock. At the same time, I never allowed more than half of me to leave her.

Don't think it wasn't having any effect on me. The friction her velvety insides were generating around my cock had it tingling from base to tip.

But the effect on her was much stronger and it wasn't long before she was begging me to stop moving my hips. She said, "Please! It's too intense, I need a break!"

So I pulled out all the way and drove the head of my cock right onto her clit.

Rachael jumped suddenly, leaning backwards as she did.

It wasn't much of a break because, before she had a chance to recover, I plunged myself hilt deep inside her.

The difference was that this time when I entered her, the entire length of my manhood rode her g-spot like a rocket on a slid.

"OH FUCKKK!" Rachael cried out and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Seeing her reaction turned me on even more; and, I quickened my pace of our love making even more.

A few stokes later her breathing became very rapid and I could tell Rachael was on the verge of orgasm. I started fucking her as fast as I could. Seconds later, she held her breath and froze completely. In response, I went even faster.

"EEEIAHHH!" Rachael screamed suddenly and started gyrating uncontrollably around my cock in another orgasm.

Wanting it to last as long as possible for her, I continued the pace of my fucking until she collapsed on top of me again. She was still quivering so I started giving her the 'love thump' again in hopes of prolonging her ecstasy.

"Stop jerking your cock like that for a second. I need to catch my breath." She begged.

So I did as she'd asked and I stopped 'thumping' her g-spot.

She smiled when I did. But then I started moving inside her with slow, short and deliberate strokes and the smile was replaced with surprised.

"Want me to stop?" I said.

Rachael's response was to begin rocking herself onto me.

I took it as a no.

When she tried to lift herself back up into a sitting position, I pulled out all the way and 'tapped' her clit again. It caught her by surprise; and, she jerked upwards and fell forward again.

I was back inside her and fucking before Rachael knew what had happened.

"Please." She begged weakly.

Toying with her, I said, "Please what? Don't do this?"

And then I pulled out just long enough to 'tap' her clit again. "Or this?"

I pushed my head towards her right breast and took her nipple into my mouth. When I did, her knees gave sending her hips went backward as they did. My cock was waiting there for her and I drove it back inside her before she could move.

"AHHH! It was like music to my ears.

I wanted to hear it again so I continued sucking and fucking her like that for several minutes more until I decided that her left nipple looked as delectable as the right one.

I moved my mouth to her left breast and took it into my mouth. Only this time, as I sucked her breast, I doubled the speed of my cock.

And with every stroke I made into her, got closer and closer to my own orgasm.

"FUCKKK!" Rachael said erotically when I withdrew again and drove every inch of my cock over her clit and then reentered her.

With a wanton look in her eyes, Rachael pulled her breast from me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her tongue danced with mine as our sexes devoured each other. It was getting closer now, my orgasm, for each new touch of our bodies became more sensual than the last.

I looked at her and could tell that, Rachael was as close to nirvana as I was. Hoping to feast my eyes on her rapture before I came, I fucked her wildly.

"UMMPH!" We screamed erotically into each other mouths as the first thunderous wave of mutual orgasmic bliss struck us. Rachael began thrusting herself onto me savagely as the volcano inside me erupted sending my seed inside her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the tide receded from us leaving us to lie there in naked, fulfilled union together. And, as all good things must, so too did our love making come to an end.

But what a glorious ending it was, for when the climax was upon us, our bodies move in unison as we savored each fleeting but beautiful moment of our lovemaking.

When the last of it was gone, exhausted, Rachael collapsed on top of me and fell instantly asleep.

She still had my sex inside of her.

I had worn her out; but then, she had done as much for because I followed her into the peaceful land of Nod not long afterwards.

Chapter Six – Oral Arguments

About two hours later, I wakened when I felt something cool and wet rubbing around my manhood. It was Rachael. She was sitting on the edge of the bed next to my chest. In her left hand Rachael held a washcloth. She was using it to clean my manhood. Her other hand she was running gently through the hairs on my chest.

She hadn't untied me yet and I wondered why.

"Good morning." Rachael said seductively.

I responded, "Good morning to you. So what's next?"

"More case work." Replied Rachael as she threw the washcloth in her hand on top of a laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

Confused, I asked, "You've already convinced me, what's left?"

She reached behind her and produced a large squeeze tube of some green looking jelly like substance. I looked at it. The label read: 'Green Apple Lover's Jelly.' She opened the bottle and squeezed a generous portion all over my manhood as she said to me…

I asked her, "Where did you get that?"

"It was in bath room there." She said pointing to the adjoining master bath. Then she added, "Now that we finished 'Interrogatories', it's time we move onto 'Oral Arguments'."

Confused, I said, "Huh?"

"You'll see!" Rachael replied as she rolled over on top of me. She ended up lying on her stomach facing away from me. Carefully, she moved backwards until she felt her pussy touch my chin. Then she said to me…

"Let's see who the better orator is."

We were in the classic sixty-nine position.

The only reason she won that one was because my hand were tied at the time. If they hadn't been, she'd never have been able to get pull herself from me every time I had her close to orgasm.

When she untied me, I made up for it by tying her ankles to the headboard and her wrists to the bed rails. Oh, Rachael was still on top of me just like she had been the first time. The difference was that bound as she was and with my hands around her waist, she wasn't getting away from me.