Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

Miss Collier gazed at the last picture and then tossed them on the desk. "So? What's your point?" I give her credit. Her voice was steely, no give in it.

I expected crying and whatnot, not this edged tone, sharp and assured as a fillet knife.

"Please sit down, Miss Collier. I will be happy to explain my point."

Now Miss Collier noticed me and she had the good grace to blush. She sat down, giving me the "Aqualung" look all over again, like she caught me eating a gob of snot off my little finger. Seemed a little disingenuous since she was the one in the picture with the cock stuffed down her throat...and elsewhere.

She sniffed at me.

I sniffed back, giving her my best salacious Aqualung look. She grimaced and looked away, acting like she was ignoring me.

"Miss Collier, Mr. Duncan has been good enough to supply us with these photos of you and Mr. Bickerstaff. For reasons you do not need to know, you will not be fucking Mr. Bickerstaff any longer. Mr. Bickerstaff is a married man. His wife would not approve of these pictures or any of the others we have obtained. What is more, you are utilizing company property for your trysts and that has a penalty with it."

"You going to fire me?" Miss Collier said, her little pixie voice made the question seem much more sweet than it was.

"Do you wish to quit? Or do you wish to keep your job?"

"Yes." Miss Collier said too quickly.

"Which?"

"I want to keep my job."

"So, then you will cease fucking Mr. Bickerstaff?"

"He is a partner. How can I keep my job if he insists?"

"If he insists, if he tries, you and I will sue him and throw him out of the firm. We, of course, prefer that that will not happen."

"You maybe. The man is a beast."

"We, Ellen. We prefer he not leave the firm for reasons that have little to do with you but then again, everything to do with you. May I remind you that you have already demonstrated that you are willing to fuck to keep a job? That will not change. Merely whom you fuck will change. You have made fucking part of your job description and we are loath to change that."

"What do I tell him? How can I prevent him from fucking me if that is what he wants? I am in no position to tell him no, you must know that."

Alissa nodded. "Mr. Bickerstaff is a shit. We do know that. That is why we are going to undermine his right to fuck you. I think we can raise your price to a point beyond his will to pay. Perhaps I should say the cost, the cost of accosting you? Yes, that is what I mean, it will cost him too much to fuck you any longer. In exchange you will fuck someone else. You, Miss Collier, will fuck Mr. Duncan, here. That way, when Mr. Bickerstaff attempts to insist that you fuck him, you can kindly refuse and cite your prior agreement to fuck, fuck Mr. Duncan here. If anyone fucks you, it will be Mr. Duncan." Alissa smiled, her red lips and white eyes in her dark face gave her a foreboding, rapacious look. "And you will fuck Mr. Duncan. I can assure you of that."

Now, Miss Collier turned to study me and the Aqualung look faded. "Not bad." She said. "But how is that going to help? Mr. Bickerstaff, why would he care if this kid is fucking me or not?"

Alissa smiled a chilly smile. "He will care because I will tell him to care. Trust me."

"Why should I trust you? Everyone says you fucked your way into the corner office. I am just an associate and fucking Bickerstaff is my best hope. I don't have fancy credentials. I work here because I am cheap and, as it turns out, easy."

"As you say, but I fucked neither Kline nor Bickerstaff nor Peppers for that matter. This corner office is mine because Mr. Duncan, here, secured it for me. I fucked him to get it. In fact, he is here to fuck me again, I believe. Would you care to stay and watch? Oh, that's right, you have lunch scheduled with Mr. Bickerstaff, the partner's apartment, he and Kline are sure I do not know about or the million and a half dollars they have spent on acquiring it. Partnership money, by the way, that is essentially stealing from Peppers and now me. This is a betrayal I am seeking that has consequences I am seeking to shield you from. But such a service is certainly going to cost you."

Alissa turned her gaze to me and all hint of the bitch attorney vanished. Her eyes softened, her voice turned to velvet. "I am yours, Sonny." She purred. "Care to take me with an audience or do you wish to send her on her merry way?"

My choice? My mind was numb. I thought I was here to shag Alissa and sign some papers, not do my duty to god and my country. Country? My mind caught on the sound of that word and I giggled, yes, giggled. I was thinking "Cuntry" and it struck me as hilarious. I was so nervous by this time I could not control myself.

As soon as I giggled, I saw the doubt in the Ellen's green eyes and she sniffed again, turning back to Alissa. "This must be some sort of joke, Mrs. Honeywell. This is just a kid. You expect me to believe..."

I cut her off. "Stand up, Alissa." I realized they needed me to be at my best in this perfect moment. My voice snapped like a whip. In point of fact the little bitch pissed me off a little. Mostly I don't care to make issues of slights but this just struck me wrong and suddenly I wanted to put a little cock fear in her. My voice reflected this mercurial change in my disposition.

Alissa stood immediately. I stood and went to the door and clicked the solid lock on it, securing our privacy. The room seemed warm and close. I turned to Alissa. "Take off the jacket." I muttered.

Alissa did so, hurrying so one sleeve caught on her hand and it came off inside out. She did not care but yanked if off her arm. She dropped it on the floor. Her breasts heaved under the white satin blouse, ghostly dark through the sheer material. A bunch of frilly lace under her neck hid her cleavage. I approached her. She chewed her lips, her full, black lip against her perfect white teeth in her serious, focused black face aroused me.

I moved to stand beside the desk, around the corner of it from her. I picked up her jacket and looked at Miss Collier. "Here, my dear, hold this, will you?" I tossed it to her. The little woman immediately righted the jacket, pulling the sleeve back into proper form. "Face the window." I said. Alissa did. I pulled the tails of the blouse out of the skirt and in doing so found the two zippers on either hip. I pulled both tabs down and the skirt waffled around her hips. I smoothed my hands down her hips, inside the skirt and it slid off their slopes and dropped down her legs.

"Oh my god, he's really going to fuck you." Miss Collier mumbled behind me.

Alissa wore garters and panties over them, full panties that covered her ass, not the little dainty things with a triangle and a string or a thong. She widened her legs and I pulled the panties down her hips, over the top of the garter straps that ringed each leg, six straps for each leg. The black hose sheathed her fine legs.

I gazed at her figure, shadowed against the glass. The day was so hazy and the clouds so low, no lucky bastard could have seen her against the glass of her office. Well, they might and the thought enthralled me, the picture of a woman pinned against a tall glass window in garters with her pussy bare and visible. I was considering my next move, considering having Alissa suck my cock but I was plenty hard. It occurred to me that Alissa needed me to make her subservient, to make her show this woman her willingness to submit to my merest whim.

"Are you wet, Mrs. Honeywell? If, if I enter you now, will you be comfortable? Will I slide right into your? Are you ready to be mounted?"

"Oh god, yes." Alissa sighed.

I nodded. I turned around, showing my tent to Miss Collier. I was on Sid's dime at the moment and I wanted him to get his money's worth. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and revealed my cock. Miss Collier's eyes fixed on my hard cock. She licked her lips.

"I am going to fuck her, now, Miss Collier. I am going to mount her. Do you want to see her tits? Or shall I just fuck her like she is? You know, from behind?"

"Bend her over the desk." The woman said, swallowing around the words.

I had expected her to be inarticulate but her immediate participation suggested more potential than the pliant employee Mr. Bickerstaff had been enjoying. I liked her willingness to engage this Zen moment and blend with it. I moved towards her and she sat back, craning her neck backwards as my cock approached her face. She looked past me at Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, if he fucks me, are you sure Mr. Bickerstaff won't fire me?"

"He can't, Ellen." Alissa said, her voice rounding her semi-nude body, bouncing off the glass so she sounded much more distant than she was.

Ellen Collier licked her lips. "Why should I believe you?" She asked, her eyes focused on the bobbing end of my hard cock.

"Because Mr. Duncan does not work for Mr. Bickerstaff. Now, neither do you. You work for me. Mr. Duncan owns me so, if my logic is correct, he owns you or at least, you work for him."

I stood still before the little woman. Her eyes clicked between the cock before her face and my eyes. She swallowed several times.

"You heard the woman, Mrs. Honeywell," I should have used her given name but no matter. I'd get to that point soon enough. I had a sudden vision of D. Debra Hamilton and her likely reaction this situation, to the places my cock has been and was likely to go if not entering her. I hesitated, thinking of the blond and her penchant for teasing me. Alissa moved behind me.

"Mr. Duncan, we have some business involving Miss Collier..." She trailed off, then resumed, "...that I think you should consider before you, er, before you..."

"Fuck me." The woman before me finished, finally letting her eyes meet mine and hold.

Alissa rustled behind me and I heard what I was sure her bending over her broad desk. "Yes," she grunted, "fuck me."

I nodded and turned away from Miss Collier. The meaning of the exchange clear and rather than do what the woman seemed to be suggesting, I moved behind Alissa who was laying on her desk. I smelled her arousal. The lurid aroma seemed to fill the room. As I positioned myself behind her, I noticed Miss Collier crinkling her nose.

I peeled Alissa open and touched my cock to her bulging pussy lips.

"Oh my god, finally." Alissa heaved, her voice thick with salubrious glee. I entered her and she hissed. I shoved deep and her body seized me and resisted. I pulled back and shafted back into her. She shuddered, her hands left the near edge of the desk and shot out over her head, questing but not reaching the far rim. I sank further into the black woman. Alissa groaned aloud. It felt like it was for effect and perhaps it was. I no longer cared. Her body was slick with fluid, soft and yielding. I sought a rhythm but the sluicing feel of her body made me go very slowly, stroking into her gently and carefully so that my cock would garner every sensation it could from being inside of her once more.

"Holy house plants!" Miss Collier whispered.

I almost laughed but Alissa rocked back on her heels, pressing her plush ass against me and I lost the urge. Instead my hands took firm hold of her hips, just below her waist and began to hammer into her. She rocked forward and back as I did, colliding with me so that I rammed deep into her as our bodies smacked together.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Alissa grunted as I fucked her. I looked down the black woman's back, sheathed in white satin, then at the white girl, watching us.

I had thought I would be in Alissa for a while since I had taken the edge off in my sister but I felt the distant roar of a coming erotic cataclysm. I had a flash of Georgia and Alissa, the contrast of Nova's full white body with Alissa's full black body and the knowledge that I likely had the full ability to put those two women in the same bed flushed through me. Then I roared into the present, pouring cum into Alissa's rocking body.

"Oh god, fill me up!" Alissa growled but she did not seem to be close to orgasm.

I regretted the brevity of the encounter but the regret was quickly overlaid by delight and the pleasure of my orgasm. I grunted and humped against the bent attorney, ramming at her from behind. She sighed when I stopped and moaned when I pulled free of her. She reached for tissues immediately and I wiped off my dripping, smeared cock. The room smelled of sex. For a moment I thought my eyes were going to start watering.

I shuffled back and pulled up my pants. The pixie on the couch watched my every movement.

Alissa had her skirt back in place and her blouse tucked in by the time I got my pants back into place. A moment later, Mrs. Honeywell was back in her seat. She sat for a moment, sniffed and turned around to open one of the windows behind her desk. The damp air flooded in, chilly but crisp. "Mr. Duncan, would you care to have a seat so I can outline what happens next?"

I did as she suggested, a foot in both the world of our master-slave relationship and consultant-client relationship.

"Miss Collier, if you have any doubt about this, I will bring in Clara. She will suck Mr. Duncan's cock if you wish, just to reassure you that Mr. Bickerstaff will be compliant with the instructions I am about to give you."

The girl looked at me, her eyes glistened with lust. Even I could see it. If I had asked her to fuck me, my ears would have popped with the speed of her compliance. "No. I don't think that is necessary. If, if this gets me out from under Mr. Bickerstaff and I can keep my job, I'll fuck the kid, er Mr. Duncan all week long and twice on Sunday." She gave me the smallest smile possible, tentative and a bit frightened.

"You have an assignation scheduled with Mr. Bickerstaff today, if I am not mistaken?" Alissa asked.

Miss Collier looked suitably shocked. "Yes. Yes, I am supposed to meet him about three."

"Not lunch then? So we have time. You usually go earlier, though, don't you? Usually about an hour?"

Ellen nodded. "I like to be alone there for a while. Just to prepare, to get into the mood."

"You get off a time or two, before you let him in the door."

I wondered where Alissa was going with this.

Ellen nodded, blushing up into her hair.

"Not today. I want your keys. To the apartment." Alissa spoke steadily.

Ellen stared at her for a moment but then waved behind her. "They, they are in my desk."

"Get them." Alissa responded.

The little woman left the office, unlocking the door to open it and returned a minute later. I sat silently, floating along on the current of these events over which I had no control. My cock, however, had the sure conviction I was soon going to experience this little woman, mounting her and fucking her and there was no little eagerness in the pit of my stomach. Ellen returned, closed and locked the door and dropped the keys on Alissa's desk.

Alissa picked them up and sorted through them to match one to a little impression she held in one hand. She nodded. "Do you need these other keys?"

The woman shook her head. "They are for the rest of the apartment, the security door, the bar, the balcony, the mail box. It is a complete set."

Alissa nodded. "You won't need them any longer. Today is the last time, the last time you will ever be at his beck and call. From now on, you work for me. Understand, you will fuck to keep your job. You are a woman who fucks to get ahead, you are a prostitute, not an attorney and after today, you will be my prostitute, not Bickerstaff's. If you have an objection, go now. Get out and don't come back because I assure you, he is done protecting you. Do you understand me?"

I listened to Alissa and to tell you the truth, the bitch scared me and she was not even talking to me. I expected little Miss Ellen to fold up like a paper doll but she stood there looking between Alissa and me and then she smiled.

"So? You will use me, as your hooker?" Ellen asked, her face a smug smirk.

Alissa does not blush but I could tell watching her, the changes in her eyes, the set of her chin as it lifted up a bit, the line of her full lips as they thinned with the tension in her...I knew she was angry. "You are the one fucking to keep your job, Miss Collier." Alissa said.

I knew that was the wrong thing to say even before the last word rattled past my ears like a crossbow bolt.

"Oh really? And how are you keeping your job, Mrs. Honeywell? Fucking, I say. You have managed to get someone between your legs and it has gotten you a bigger office." Ellen glanced at me. She sniffed but not at me this time. "This is the one? The one who fucks you when he likes so you can be a partner and order the rest of us around?"

Alissa leaned across the wide desk and with a great sweep of her strong arm, slapped the little woman across the face. Hard.

Ellen bucked under the blow and then smiled. "You are just like him. Brutal and unwilling to face the truth. We are all whores, all on our knees with a cock jammed past our teeth. The difference between you and me is that I don't care and you like to act like you won't fuck to get what you want!"

Alissa hit her again.

I have to admit I sort of liked this confrontation. Alissa Honeywell was furious. She was about to backhand the woman which would surely have left an ugly mark, one no one could miss so I stepped behind Ellen, slipping an arm around her slender waist and pulled her out of harm's way. Alissa stopped her blow and glared at the woman. Her eyes shifted to me and as suddenly as the anger had blown up in her, it vanished.

Ellen was panting. Her body was tense against me, her slim hips pressed back against me and the motion in her body, grinding her ass up at my crotch aroused me so in a moment, she felt my cock harden against her ass and the small of her lean back. She groaned and tipped back against me.

"I think you owe Mrs. Honeywell an apology." I said softly.

Ellen shivered. "Why? Because I spoke truth to power?"

"Why is not your concern. Do you want Bickerstaff mounting you for the rest of your professional career here? Or at least till he tires of you and leaves you on your own?"

A silence followed then, "I apologize." The woman pressed against my cock whispered. She adjusted fast.

"No. I don't mean words. Mrs. Honeywell, please remove your skirt and panties. I think Ellen here would like to eat you to a very nice orgasm." I felt lightheaded, knowing I was playing in a whole different neighborhood, far beyond a covey of MILF's lusting for young gun cock. This demand was an obtrusive gamble.

For a moment, Alissa stared at me but then she seemed to become aware of the situation. Ellen had described it perfectly. Slowly, deliberately, the black woman unzipped her skirt and shimmied it off her hips and down her legs. Her panties followed. "Where." She asked, her voice raspy and low.

"The desk." I said. "Ellen, dear, have you eaten a woman to orgasm before?"

She twisted against my restraining arm to look at me, succeeding in turning to look me in the eye. "Of course." She had the good grace to blush then. She twisted back to face Alissa who had hitched her rump onto the desk and was laying back onto it. The black woman's legs parted and she was still waiting. I released Ellen.

"Make her come." I said.

Ellen did not move. "Or what?" She asked, without turning to face me.

"Or I won't ever fuck you." I said, intoxicated by the power of this moment, the control I had over this woman because I controlled Alissa. "I'll be you and Bickerstaff till..." I stalled. I had a fleeting flash of D. Debra and understood that I could try to gain that control of her but had the curious thought that I liked her remoteness, her distance and our relationship just as it was. Using her, I could discover so much about how women like Laura and Alissa and, apparently, this little pixie Ellen liked to be used.