Naked Legal - Accessories

NAKED LEGAL - ACCESSORIES -- A NAKED LEGAL EPISODE

This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories. It is recommended that you at least read the original story, NAKED LEGAL, before reading this story to understand the origin of the office relationships and the main characters.

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"Hey, Grace."

I looked up from the brief I was writing to find Jake filling the doorway of my glass office. I glanced out the glass wall to find a very quiet and darkened office area. I was surprised it had become so late. I pulled my attention from the keyboard and monitor, letting my body fall back into the chair with a long sigh escaping my mouth.

"I didn't realize it had become so late ..." My eyes traveled back to the monitor, though. And, he saw it.

He chuckled and as I looked up I saw the glint in his eyes that I had come to recognize as his teasing of me. "You know, if you didn't screw around so much during the day, you might not have to spend this time at night doing your work."

I leaned my elbows on the desktop and pointed at him. "You mean ... if I wasn't screwed so much during the day, mister ... sir." For a moment I held onto an appearance of defiance, then I cracked a smile and we both chuckled. The truth was, they all knew I was as eager to be fucked or asked for a suck during the day as they were to enjoy the use of my body. I was fucked almost anywhere in the office area by the three men and one woman, Marjorie, when she felt like using the strap-on she kept in her desk for those occasions. Other times, I might be found under one of their desks delivering a blowjob or eating pussy while they managed to carry on a phone call or take care of some paperwork. He was right, though, to the extent that the sexual activity in the office did require me to spend more long nights either in the office or in my apartment after work.

I wasn't about to complain, though. After being disbarred when a video of one of my gangbangs found its way to the Board, I thought I might never be able to practice law, again. Mr. Franklin, the owner, and attorney of the firm found a combination of responsibilities for me to take advantage of all my creative talents, both in the law and sex. He allowed me to practice law in every way like an attorney except in name. He allowed me to do the inside work and he presented it in court. He gave me an "in the office" title of Naked Legal, which also established me as the office sexual toy. I got fucked enough by the four members of our small firm to keep my desires in some sort of check. Of course, the office wasn't the only time I got to spend quality time with them as I spent time with each outside the office as well, including with Marjorie and her lesbian partner.

"I have a little bit more, then I want to proof it before sending it to Mr. Franklin." I tried to use 'sir' for all the men and 'ma'am' for Marjorie, but I NEVER used Mr. Franklin's first name. He was my primary dominant in the office and I held that sacred in the relationship. He saw through the disguise I had shown the world to become successful. He saw the woman who struggled not to show the submissive nature that was my true being. In doing so, he gave me a little world where I could be who I truly was while continuing to use the legal mind he considered brilliant.

I stood up and walked around the desk, my breasts jiggling with each slightly exaggerated step in my 4-inch heels. He watched me unabashed as he always did. Mark, our computer researcher, and Mr. Franklin snuck their appraising gazes of my body, but not Jake. Jake was bold and completely open in his gaze and appraisal. And, typical of my workday, I wasn't hiding much from his or anyone else's gaze. Besides my heels, I was wearing sheer black thigh-highs with lace elastic tops, a necklace that hung between my breasts, and earrings. Besides fucking me, they like me this way ... hence the "naked" part of Naked Legal.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands went for my bare back and slid down to my ass. He pulled me into him and I felt his large cock through his slacks and, for a moment, I wondered if I was going to be bent over my desk in the next moment or two.

I looked him in the eyes, partly to see if something was going to happen. When it didn't, I gave him another quick kiss.

"Thank you for digging up that information. It strengthened the brief. I think Mr. Franklin will be able to close out another case in our favor with his usual flare that will have the opposing attorney shaking his head."

He grinned. "You two make a good team ... even if you might wish to be able to be doing that yourself."

I stepped back a few steps and leaned my butt against the desk edge, my palms flat on the desktop, crossing my ankles. "Yeah, well ... there was a time I relished dissecting the opposition and watching him or her squirming, but ... Mr. Franklin is right. I almost destroyed my life by trying to live that alternate personality." I swung my right arm out toward the office beyond my glass wall. "As perverse as it sounds, this is right for me."

He was quiet for a moment but unmoving so I knew there was another reason for his stopping. Then, "Doing anything Saturday?" I shook my head, no. "We all got together and agreed we like when you change your look sometimes. Not that seeing in only stocking and heels isn't amazing! But, you're right, sometimes a negligee or other outrageous outfit adds some spice. I thought I would take you out shopping for some accessories to use around here."

"Accessories?"

"Yeah, not jewelry, though a body chain might work. We'll see what we like. Whatever it is, it will definitely be sheer and exposing." I laughed.

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Jake picked me up at 2:30 PM on Saturday. He instructed me to wear a very short full skirt and buttoned semi-sheer blouse with a white lace demi-bra. No panties or stockings. Of course, he wanted me in heels. They all wanted me in heels as much as possible. They insisted they made my calves pop out.

He told me he got names of a couple shops from friends but the first couple didn't satisfy him. They were nice shops with very sexy outfits, but they were for clubbing, not for what we were doing in the office. For our office purposes, they were far too overdressed, which looking at them might be hard to believe.

The third shop he was more confident about and he led me into it with his hand on my elbow with a mischievous smile on his face like a boy who knew he was entering his favorite toy store. Upon entering, it looked very much like the previous ones, but he walked directly to a salesperson who looked around his imposing body at me and smiled while nodding. He motioned to me and I followed them into a separate part of the store and I saw why he had been so confident.

While Jake talked to the woman, I checked out a couple of the racks. Everything was fine lace or completely sheer. The bras might provide some support but they were definitely intended to expose the nipple underneath. The panties, whether pantie or thong, were the same. Everything I saw seemed to have the express intent of exposure above function.

The woman was suddenly moving about the area selecting a variety of items and with an armful, led the way to the fitting rooms. Jake interrupted her, however, to explain that there was no reason for a fitting room. I would try everything on here in the shop. The woman gaped at him. This area of the shop was more secluded but was not private. She looked at me and I gave her a wry smile. Although I didn't anticipate it, I wasn't surprised by it, either. Jake, more than any of the others, loves to expose me whether it is on the dance floor, in the car, or somewhere else in public. He is a physically imposing man and it somehow feels safe with him so I have always gone with it and found it very arousing, which has led to some amazing sexual activity later.

Jake pressed the woman and she relented while emphasizing that she could not give us privacy and others may end up watching. Jake was fine with that. I was nervous and it showed, but I relented to Jake as long as it wouldn't get any of us in trouble. I looked around and saw we were far enough removed from the entrance that I wouldn't be visible from the outside windows, but other shoppers wandering further into the shop would find us easily.

Jake suggested I leave the heels on and remove everything else so the trials could begin. I unbuttoned the blouse, which the woman took from me, and laid on a rack of clothes she apparently didn't feel appropriate for our purposes. I unclipped my bra and she smiled as my breast came into full view and jiggled slightly with the new freedom. When I removed the small skirt, she smiled bigger at finding no panties. She looked at Jake and appraised him for a moment, no doubt trying to understand the relationship of this large black man and a white woman who yielded to his wishes so comfortably.

She arranged several matching bra and pantie sets. Though the office wasn't keen on me being covered very much, Jake saw the titillation of my starting some days out in just bra and panties, especially if they were enticing enough. He especially favored panties and thongs that could be pulled to the side to allow access to my pussy and when he demonstrated that by having me bend over, the woman assisting us not only understood the situational relationship better but became visibly aroused, too. She handed me a set that was very pretty. Both bra and bikini pantie were a highly sheer material with lace flower appliques placed on the top edges of the pantie and scattered over the pantie while avoiding where they might cover the puss or butt crack. The bra was similarly decorated while keeping the nipples exposed. I loved them and Jake did even more. He ended up selecting them in flesh, white, and reddish tones. He said the reddish even captured the reddish tones in my hair.

Another of his favorites was a gown that was fixed at the throat with almost a collar look. The sheer material was attached at the front in a tight clutch that draped down and around my body. The gown ended inches below my pussy and exposed the bottom of my butt cheeks. The back was almost non-existent as it draped from the front to the back. The material was black sheer with sequin threads and fine beaded strings draped from the collar to the sides and scooping to the bottom in front. It hung in such a way that while moving it tended to gather between my breasts, which had quite an erotic effect. It was a lovely gown that I wondered where it could be worn except as an elaborate sexy bedroom gown to tease a lover. Jake was right, though, it was a perfect teaser for the office.

Another outfit he loved was almost a bustier except it wasn't firm or completely around my body. It had sheer covering in front over the breasts and stomach while ending above my pussy with a lacy garter belt around my hips. The back was thin black straps holding everything together. It was intended to be worn with black seamed stocking, though he also selected several pairs of fishnet to go with them. He selected this outfit in both black and white.

Some truly playful items were a body chain the clipped around my neck, clipped to my nipples and clitoris hood, then draped around my body. It covered nothing but gave an interesting appearance of coverage. The light chains in front came together at a ring just above my belly button. Jake found that pulling on that chair applied tension to all three clips simultaneously, which was an instant, pinching arousal for me.

The woman gasped, "My God ... it looks like she might cum!"

When Jake also saw my arousal at the application of the little clips, he inquired about other clamps and was shown some heavy-duty clips on chains that would connect to my nipples. Again, pulling on the chain applied tension on both nipples and sent a shiver through my body. I gasped and bit my lower lip as he slowly increased the tension on my nipples. I looked down as the tension increased to find my flattened nipples being pulled out, my breasts rising slightly as he pulled up on the chain. He maintained tension on the chain and watched my face and naked body as my eyes squeezed tight against the delicious pain in my nipples that sent shock waves through my body that were shivering as an orgasm rose as his free hand stroked down my front to my pussy. I separated my legs, no longer caring that a woman was standing just to the side of me as Jake encouraged me with whispers and touches.

While this was happening and I was nearing an orgasm inside the store, I hadn't noticed a small audience forming discretely apart from us. Jake did, though, and when my eyes fluttered open I glimpsed him looking behind me to the side and that was when I realized I was putting on a show to a small group.

"Oooooooo ... Jake ... sir ... not ... not in front ... oooooooooooo ... yessssssssssss ..." I was embarrassed and aroused at the same time that my impending orgasm if it was allowed to continue, would be in front of strangers in a public place. "I ... Godddddddd ... do we ... mmmmmmm ... want to do this ... here ... now?"

My eyes managed to focus on his, which were smiling. In the next instant, two things happened: he said yes; and, he pulled hard on the chain as a finger drove into my pussy. My reaction was instantaneous. My body shook, my head fell back, and I cried out as the orgasm finally broke over me. Jake's arm wrapped around me and held me tightly to him as my knees weakened and my body shook in response.

I blushed deeply when I heard light clapping from behind me. I found six women of mixed ages and a lone man who was in his 40's, his arm around a similarly aged woman. I buried my face into Jake's shoulder and sighed as the last of the orgasm flowed out of my embarrassed body.

I wanted to get dressed but Jake was indicating to the saleswoman all the items he wanted to purchase. As he did, to my further embarrassment, a middle-aged woman and younger woman approached and stood five feet away. I finally worked up the courage to look directly at them as it was apparent they weren't intending to leave. I gave them a weak smile and could feel a new blush rushing over my face, neck, and upper chest.

"That was amazing, dear." The older of the two was looking from me to the saleswoman, "That is a very creative way to get customers interested in the eroticism of these items."

The saleswoman heard and stepped up, "I'm sorry, that was not intended to be witnessed, I am sure. These are customers, too."

The older woman apologized, but looked at the younger woman who was her daughter, then back to me, now ignoring the saleswoman, "In that case ... would you mind trying on a gown for my daughter so she can see what it will look like? It's for her wedding night. A gift from me to get her marriage started off right." The younger woman was blushing as much as I was. The other people were still gathered, apparently recognizing that something more was about to happen.

Jake turned around and caught everyone by surprise by taking the conversation over, "Of course, she'd be delighted." He caught my eye as his next words came out and I blushed deeper. "I don't think we should have her try on the panties, though." Everyone's eyes dropped to my glistening pussy and inner thighs.

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"Are you mad?" he asked. I had been quiet since dressing and leaving the store, both of us carrying several bags of newly acquired "accessories" for the office.

I glanced at him. For some reason, I was much more aware of my state of dress than I had been before. The exposure and exhibition in the shop, not to mention the public orgasm, still had my arousal at a high point. The short skirt allowed my entire thighs to be exposed as I sat in the car with the seatbelt cinched around my waist.

I finally turned to him and smiled, "No, sir. I'm ... just trying to figure out why that experience seemed so powerful. I have been naked for all of you daily, but this was ... I don't know ... so different. What you did should have only aroused me through my embarrassment. Instead, I exploded. It was amazing."

He smiled and chuckled, "Remember those times on the dance floor? Twirling you around so your skirt swung up and exposed your bare ass and pussy? When I had you remove your bra and unbutton your blouse so your magnificent breasts could dance themselves? You almost came on the dance floor." He studied me as I weighed his comments. "You get off on exhibitionism, Grace ... among a lot of other things."

I blushed, again. I was beginning to think he and Mr. Franklin understood my body and its responses better than I did. I was also glad for the pattern on the skirt. The wetness seeping from my pussy might not be quite as noticeable when I stood up.

It was already getting dark. We had spent hours in the shop, more than a little while modeling various negligees for the bride-to-be. She ended up buying two and Jake purchased a similar baby-doll in black for me.

"How are you feeling?" We were stopped at a red light but I could see he was trying to decide if the day was over or not.

"Horny. God, that made me hot!"

He laughed. "I meant, how are you feeling about what should happen? Should I take you home or decide on our next course of action?"

I thought for a moment, then twisted in the seat, raising my left knee to allow it. I knew the action hiked my skirt higher and opened my thighs. That was confirmed when he glanced at me but his attention immediately dropped down to my legs and likely exposed pussy.

"Were you wanting this evening to be just us, or ...." He chuckled and told me to elaborate on the 'or'. "Or ... I've been wanting to thank Tim and Blake for their handling of those attorneys. Maybe it could be a group night?"

He smiled. Jake was perfectly capable of satisfying me, but he also enjoyed seeing me ravaged and his friends had certainly proven adept at doing that. "You want to thank them for beating up those guys?"

"I hope you know I wouldn't ever ask for something like that to happen, but ... well ... it reflected how they felt about me and what those guys did to me. You know what I mean?"

He nodded and pulled his cell phone out, pushed up his contacts, and found Blake. He handed the phone to me. "Tell him to get Tim and meet us at The Club." When I took the phone from him, his hand dropped to my bent knee and slid up my thigh. As I relayed the message to Blake, Jake's fingers were sliding along my wet pussy lips. I leaned against the door and opened my right leg.

I looked at Jake as his finger entered me while driving with his left hand, "You two better hurry or Jake is going to have me exhausted." I knew they would be at The Club in record time.

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The Club was a favorite of these guys. It was a civilized place with good, live music, and a comfortable atmosphere. Being here with them was always an experience for me, especially when Jake had dictated my outfit for an occasion like tonight. We had settled into a booth for a drink while Jake relayed to Tim and Blake the outfits we purchased. If they managed to control the drool in their mouths, their eyes reflected it instead. And, it turned me on. I might have occasionally acted like a slut before with my gangbangs, but now it was just me being easily aroused and comfortable with allowing it to show on my body. That's what happens when you are a sex object, and loving it, at the office every day.

The band was getting ready to start the first sessions. I was leaning into Tim as he quizzed me about one of the outfits, getting me to describe it in detail, especially in the description of how my body wasn't covered. I was aware of Jake's hand and fingers stroking my back but didn't think anything of it, just enjoying the feel of his hand on me. He wasn't the only one, either. As I leaned into Tim, he moved his hand to my thigh and lightly stroked his fingers on the inside, not yet moving too high. I separated my knees a little more but his fingers remained close to my knees. They were both just warming me up and I knew it and that turned me on. These guys had become friends, with benefits, yes, but friends nonetheless. They might hope for or anticipate more intimacy later, but there would be nothing crude or rough leading up to it.