Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 11:49:52 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 9

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 09
By
Tappy McWidestance

The rest of the day at the office was normal. Normal, except for the fact
that I was completely on edge waiting for someone who knew what I did at
the party to make a comment. Or worse. But I got through it. Tuesday was
uneventful as well. Wednesday was normal too, at least until noon. I had
been busy in my office working on a new case and keeping to myself when Liz
walked in. She was dressed professionally, not provocatively, wearing a
tight skirt, blouse and heels.  I looked up at my desk wondering why she
was here, although I knew the reason must be related to Master James. I had
not talked to either of them since our three-way on Monday.

I watched as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She then
sat down on the office couch and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing
panties and her pussy was swollen. "The bastard has been teasing me ever
since he fucked you. He just had me pump my pussy in the ladies room. Get
over here and get me off."

I must have had a confused look on my face. "Which words didn't you
understand?" she said. I began to stand up. "No, crawl to me," she
commanded while holding her palm up to me in a stop position and then
pointing to the floor.

This woman was beneath me, professionally at least, but I still felt
compelled to drop to my knees and begin to crawl around my desk, then
across the office and finally between her legs. It felt very natural to
stick my tongue out and begin to probe her soaking wet pussy. I wasn't sure
what she meant by pumping her pussy, but I liked the results. Apparently
she liked the results of my efforts as well. She didn't grab my head this
time. She preferred to just lay back and let me service her. I can't say
that I minded being treated a bit more gently now that it was just the two
of us. I mean, I loved the rough treatment that Master James and my
superheroes had given me, but just taking my time and not being "forced"
was nice too.

I admit my oral skills in pleasing a woman were amateurish, but everyone
has to start somewhere and Liz wasn't complaining. If I had been teased for
two days like she had I probably would have cum much quicker, but she was
content to have me lap her pussy and mew like a contented kitten. It
probably took me 15-20 minutes to get her off, but I was rewarded with even
a tastier treat than when I ate her in Dean's office. My own pussy was
boiling by this point, but she was not interesting in returning the favor.

"Sit on your desk and get yourself off," she told me. I knew she was trying
to assert her dominance over me, but I was too horny to care. I carefully
moved the paperwork I was working on, removed my own skirt and hopped up on
the desk.

"Watch me as you finger yourself, slut," she told me. I locked eyes with
her as I began to rub my pussy. It was liberating, in a way, to have her
watch me. Normally I would be scared to death to masturbate in my office
during business hours. Actually doing it anytime was a worry, but doing it
for her made it feel all right. It felt wonderful actually and soon my mind
was reeling and I was starting to feel dizzy from arousal. This would
normally be the point where I would expect Master James to tell me to stop
or where he would do something to kick the experience into high gear. Liz
wasn't quite so devious. Perhaps it was because she had been teased as well
and I had given her relief. She did stand up and walk toward my desk
holding her cell phone.

"Master will want to see you cum," she told me. That sent a quiver through
my body. She then made a point to sniff the air. "Damn girl," she
said. "You really do give off a strong smell when you get excited. The
chatter about the party must be true."

Why did that phrase trigger my orgasm? Obviously my worst fear about the
office talking about my sexual predications was true. I pictured my
coworkers standing outside my office door listening to me moan, even though
I was trying to be quiet. I even imagined Liz showing the pictures she took
of me with my hands in my pussy and my face contorting as my orgasm ripped
through me to the other admins or junior attorneys. Those would all be good
reasons for a normal woman to stop what she was doing and compose herself.
But they were also reasons why I couldn't stop rubbing my clit. One orgasm
wasn't going to be enough. I'm sure Liz knew that as she never moved after
my first climax started. In fact she called Master James and then started a
video chat so he could watch the second. He tried to tell me to hold back
until I had permission to cum, but I couldn't. Liz laughed at that knowing
I had just earned a punishment. I knew that too and wondered if she would
be involved.

I was panting and spent when Master James said his goodbyes and Liz
retrieved both of our skirts. She gave me a very passionate kiss after
pulling her skirt back on and then left my office ready to be the perfect
admin for the afternoon. I needed more time to compose myself. I did manage
to move back to my desk chair, as it was more comfortable than sitting on
my desk. But I didn't put on my skirt. At least not right away. I leaned my
head back onto my chair and tried to assess my situation and how I had
arrived at this point. I knew I had screwed up my career, but as my pussy
continued to throb, it was clear my body didn't care. If I was true to
myself, I was pretty confident I didn't care either.