Allie didn’t know why she was like this. At first
she had tried to tell herself what she’d been
taught in Sex Ed: that masturbation was OK and
that everyone did it, that it was natural to explore
your own body, but deep down she knew her
appetite for pleasure was unnaturally voracious.
By twenty-four, you’d think she’d have discovered
all there was to find on her trim runner’s
physique and gotten bored, having explored every
curve of her silken skin for almost a decade, but
Allie had the wanderlust of a Columbus—always
seeking new and more pleasurable horizons.
Unfortunately, her desire to touch from sea to
shining sea was so overwhelming that it had led
to some pretty embarrassing situations, which in
turn led to her being plagued by guilt. She was
miserable and frustrated on the best of days. She
hated herself on the worst, her mind spinning with
the cruel taunts she’d endured in high school
after she had been caught masturbating in the
locker room. Her college roommate’s horrified
screams when she had caught her borrowing her
vibrator still rang in Allie’s ears when she closed
her eyes. She had tried psychotherapy only to be
turned away by her analyst after one of his
missing Cross pens fell from between her legs
when she uncrossed them.
Transference, he had said. Or something like that.
When she closed her eyes at night, there was still
only one thing she wanted to do. It wasn’t sleep.
But even in the privacy of her own apartment,
behind a bedroom door that had no need of being
locked, in a place where she was free to pleasure
herself, she could no longer enjoy it. And
whenever she was with a man—which wasn’t as
often as it could’ve been with looks like hers—
well… she’d discovered that most men her age
were still boys. Those who weren’t of the “wham
bam thank you ma’am” variety made her too
nervous with their constant need for reassurance.
If she had a dime for every time her last boyfriend
had ruined the moment by asking “did you come
yet?” she wouldn’t have needed to take a job.
She was glad for her work at the firm, though.
Not only did it pay well for part-time, I’m-still-
finishing-my-Bachelor’s-Degree-type labor, but
the law office of Williams, Williams and Lowe was
always busy. The work kept her mind occupied
and her hands too busy during the day to become
idle and seek to “do the Devil’s work.”
The file could’ve waited until tomorrow. She could
have left it on his desk, gone home, watched
whatever reality TV show was on, and then
frantically and fruitlessly masturbated to fantasies
of her office crush as she had done practically
every night since she first saw him. Instead, she
pulled up to the curb in front of Mr. Lowe’s
stately Tudor home, put her aging Civic in park,
Even the Devil himself would’ve given up on
making her come by now, and she knew she was
tempting her demons by making this delivery in
person. John Lowe, Jr., the youngest partner at
the firm, was a very beguiling devil indeed, one
who sparked her wicked urges with the slightest
glance of his piercing green eyes. The office
rumors about him didn’t make things any easier.
Word around the water cooler was that he was
into some pretty strange stuff.
One thing Allie thought was strange was the fact
that he made a six-figure salary and didn’t hire
someone to mow his lawn for him. There he was,
this curiosity of a man, bare-chested and
sweating with grass clippings clinging to his
ankles. His green eyes flashed in the August
sunlight when they caught sight of her coming up
his driveway and a dazzling smile came to his full
lips. As the mower died, the sounds of cicadas
wound up to match the growing thrum in her
“Good afternoon, Allison,” he said in his soft
baritone, an almost imperceptible twang revealing
the Mississippi roots he’d left behind in favor of
an ocean breeze. “You didn’t have to come all
the way out here. Did those assholes not give you
my personal fax number? The Donalds get a kick
out of being cruel to new hires.”
Allison chirped a little laugh. “No, sir, I mean they
gave me your fax number, sir, but I know how
important this case is.” Allie blushed as she held
the thick manila envelope out to him. She prayed
that he’d think it was simply the heat bringing
the color to her face. “I knew I wouldn’t be able
to sleep tonight unless I put this in your hand
“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” John said. His
fingers brushed against hers as he took the
envelope. “With how hard we work you and your
classes, I’m amazed you’re still on your feet. How
many hours you taking this semester?”
Allison thumbed the moisture on her finger. His
sweat , she thought. She began to feel moist
elsewhere at the thought of rubbing that sweat in
someplace other than on her thumb.
“Eighteen,” she said. “But they’re pretty easy.”
“Maybe pretty easy for a girl like you,” John
replied with a smile which was more than just a
touch on the wolfish side. He wiped sweat from
his brow with his free hand. “Sure is hot out
Oh yeah, she thought. He’s totally flirting with
me. That much of the rumor is true. I wonder
about the rest…
“You thirsty?” He asked.
Allison hadn’t been, but her mouth suddenly went
dry. “A bit.”
“My housekeeper makes the best lemonade,” John
said. “It would be a crime to let you leave without
having a glass on such a hot day.”
She couldn’t let this happen. This was a good
job. Might even turn into a career once school
was over. She shook her head. “I’ve got some
studying to do for my Legal Ethics class tonight.”
“At the U?” John cocked his head. “You enjoying
Allison frowned. “It’s kinda dull.”
John smirked. “You know I helped write the
curriculum for it, right?”
Allison’s eyes widened. “Err… no.”
“Don’t worry. I wrote the fun parts,” John said.
He chuckled. “I promise I was just as bored
writing it as you are learning it. You wanna know
everything you really need to know? The one
practical thing Dr. Harding will never tell you
about legal ethics?”
“In order to be able to sleep at night, a lawyer’s
ethics must be flexible. ”
“How about yours ?” Allison chuckled, then
realized what she had said. “I mean… would you
ever tell a class that?”
John’s smile widened. “Tell you what. Why don’t
you come inside? Have a glass of ice cold
lemonade, and I’ll teach you all you need to
OK, Allison, she thought. Sure he’s a notorious
flirt and GOD is he hot, but can you seriously turn
down an offer to be tutored by a man who made
partner at thirty?
“Well, I suppose that’d be OK,” she said.
“Great,” John said. “I was hoping you’d opt to
come into the air-conditioning. This heat is about
to kill me.”
Allison followed him to his front door. He opened
it and held it for her. When the refrigerated air hit
his glistening chest, John’s nipples jumped to
attention. He sighed.
“Ah… air-conditioning. The pinnacle achievement
of Western civilization,” John said as he strolled
through the house toward the kitchen. “This
Allison followed, surprised at her own lack of
hesitance. When they reached the kitchen, John
pointed to a cupboard. “Glasses are up there.
Lemonade’s in the fridge. I’d get it for you myself,
but as you can see…” He raised his hands,
showing their filthy state. “Pour us each a glass.
I’m gonna hop in the shower and get some of this
dirt and grass off of me.”
Allison nodded and John disappeared from the
room. She was thirsty, so she helped herself to
the lemonade. John wasn’t lying. It was indeed
the best she’d ever had. She poured herself
another glass, poured one for John, and walked
back to the living room. She sat on his sofa, the
brown leather cool against her tan legs.
She surveyed the room, which was pretty much
exactly what she thought a lawyer’s living room
would look like: giant flat screen TV, shelves of
old books and golfing trophies, and leather. Lots
and lots of leather. She was running her palm
across the couch, wondering how much it cost
when she heard the shower cut on.
The thought of John, naked and steaming from a
hot shower, immediately changed her thoughts
about the sofa from how much it cost to how the
leather would feel against her nipples if John bent
her over and fucked her on it. Before she even
realized she was doing it, Allison had placed her
hand between her legs and had begun to
What the fuck are you doing, Allison? She
thought. This can’t happen. You NEED this job!
You can’t be here when he gets out of the
shower. Get up. Go. Now!
Allison practically vaulted from the couch. She
turned to leave, but then how would it look if she
was just gone when John came back? She’d have
to let him know she was going. It would be rude
to just leave. Summoning all her willpower, she
headed down the hall toward the sound of running
“Mr. Lowe?” she shouted. “I forgot I’m meeting a
friend for dinner tonight. I have to go. Thanks for
the lemonade. It was delicious!”
She could barely hear John’s response. “What? I
can’t hear you. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Allison ventured closer. She turned the corner and
saw that the bathroom door stood open. John
stood behind a frosted glass shower door
lathering his body with soap, his back turned
toward her. Even obscured by the glass, the sight
of his trim, well-muscled figure was more than
she could take. Allison pressed herself against the
wall and squeezed her eyes shut.
Don’t do this, Allison!
She opened her eyes and leaned forward, peering
around the doorjamb. She couldn’t take it
anymore. Lifting her skirt with her left hand, she
placed her right between her thighs and found her
panties were already soaked. She gently pulled
them aside and then rubbed her clitoris, making
slow, tingling circles.
John chuckled, which made Allison jump. She
quickly smoothed her skirt down.
“I said I have to go I’m meeting someone for
dinner,” Allison blurted and began to turn.
“I thought only guys liked to watch,” John said
and then turned off the water.
Allison stopped, frozen in her tracks. Her heart
pounded in her chest. She turned back around.
“Most voyeurs are men.” John wrapped a towel
around his waist, opened the shower door and
stepped out. “So unless that’s a cock you were
playing with, you come from a different mold.”
Fuck! Allison thought. Well, I guess that’s that.
So long potential career.
She lowered her eyes, ashamed. “I’m sorry, sir.
Please don’t fire me.”
“Fire you?” John laughed. “Do you think you’re
the first temp I’ve made wet? Honey, you’ve got a
lot to learn about the way the world works.”
She looked up at him. “You’re not going to fire
“Well, that depends,” John said, the subtle twang
returning to his voice. “You come?”
Allison blushed. “No.”
“Then you’re fired,” John said and then smirked.
He dropped his towel. “Unless you think you can
manage to do it in the next five minutes. I’m a
Allison looked at his manhood which was already
beginning to swell and her body flooded with
warmth again. She reached for the hem of her
skirt but then stopped and shook her head. “I
“I was kidding about firing you,” John said. He
dropped his eyes and picked up his towel. “Sorry
“No, sir. It’s not you. It’s me. Something’s… I…”
She began to tear up. “I’m broken.”
John began to dry himself off. “No, you’re not.”
“You’ve come before, right?” John wrapped the
towel around his waist and then fixed her with an
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I just can’t anymore. It
doesn’t work. I get close, but…”
“But something always happens. You feel wrong.
You feel guilty,” John said. “You feel dirty.”
Allison closed her eyes and nodded.
“And no matter what anyone tells you, you still
know that it’s wrong.” John continued to stare at
her as he moved closer. “Even if that someone is
John stopped right in front of her. “Do you trust
“Sure,” she said, cocking her head to one side
John shook his head. “Do you really trust me? I
want to try something and it won’t work if you
John smiled gently. He stroked her face.
“Everything will be alright. I promise.”
Allison looked into his deep green eyes. There
wasn’t a trace of malice behind them. If anything,
he looked concerned. Maybe even a little afraid.
“OK,” Allison said.
It was like flicking a switch. John’s smile didn’t
fade. It simply flashed off. “So you actually think
you know more than me, huh?”
“That when I tell you that I know you can come,
you still think I’m wrong. How arrogant,” John
said through clenched teeth. “You think you know
everything, don’t you?”
She couldn’t meet his gaze. “No.”
He grabbed her hair in his left hand and pulled
her head back. “Arrogant and disrespectful.”
Allison drew a sharp breath. “I don’t mean any-”
“Then when you answer me, you say ‘yes, sir,'”
John said, his breath hot on her cheek.
Allison shuddered. It was as if saying those two
simple words made everything OK. She was
amazed at how easily they came out, at how
much she wanted them to come out. Her
breathing became heavy as he gently stroked her
cheek. His hand slithered down her neck to her
breast and he began to thumb her erect nipple
through her blouse.
“It’s time you admitted something to yourself,
Allie,” John said. “Something you’ve been
ashamed of your entire life. Something you’ve
been told was wrong… Look at me.”
She glanced up at him, but couldn’t hold his
gaze. He jerked her hair hard. Allison yelped and
then opened her eyes, gazing into those green
orbs of his.
“Allison Sherrard,” John said, “you are a dirty…
She sighed and closed her eyes. John jerked her
hair again. “Say it!”
“I’m… I’m a dirty whore,” she said, and then
something unexpected happened. She smiled.
“You left out the part about what whores do,” he
said. “They fuck . Say ‘I’m a dirty fucking whore.”
“I’m a dirty fucking whore,” she said, then quickly
“Very, very good,” John said. Her roughly hiked
her skirt up and cupped her swollen crotch. “See?
You’re so wet you’re about to drip on my nice
clean floor. Open your mouth.”
Allison let her eyes close as he gently inserted
two moist fingers into her mouth. Instinctively,
she began to suck, tasting herself on his fingers.
“Good?” John smiled. Allison responded by
sucking harder. She grabbed his hand and tried to
thrust the fingers further into her mouth. She felt
John let go of her hair.
Allison yelped. She could already feel the color
creeping into her skin where John had struck her
“Do you think you’re in charge here or
something?” John asked, returning his fist to her
hair. “If so, you are dead wrong. When you’re in
charge, you fuck things up. You can’t even
manage to make yourself come! You do what I
say, when I say… and nothing more.
“On your knees, whore,” John said and forced her
to the ground. Taking his towel in one hand and
the blonde hair of his prize in the other, he began
to walk. Allison crawled obediently beside him
into the living room. When they reached the
leather couch, he sat down and sank into it. She
began to crawl into his lap and was immediately
rewarded with a sharp slap across her buttocks.
“Do you think I want that wet whore cunt on my
Italian leather sofa?” John pushed her back to her
knees and then forced her face to the floor. “That
wasn’t a rhetorical question.”
“No,” Allison said, her lip beginning to quiver.
John smacked her buttocks again. “What?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“You’re quite the insolent one. It’s time someone
taught you some manners,” John said. He stood
behind her, reached down, unzipped her skirt and
pulled it and her panties down around her knees.
“Yes, sir,” Allison said breathlessly.
As John left the room, Allison kicked off her skirt
and panties then immediately began to rub her
clit, hard and fast.
My God! She thought. This is what I’ve needed. I
am sooooo close. Please let me come!
Though she rubbed furiously, she was unable to
bring herself to climax. She was still trying when
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” John
Allison looked up. Her lips moved but no words
would come out. “I- I-”
“You think you’re the boss again, don’t you?”
John said as he loomed over her. He let his belt
unfurl from his hand and waved it in front of
Allison’s wide eyes. “It’s time you learned who
the boss really is. Get your face back on that
Allison complied, trembling with both fear and
“Grab your ankles, sweetie,” John said, almost
A puzzled look crossed Allison’s face, but when
the first blow landed, she understood. She was
going to have to hang on to something to make it
John swung the belt and it slapped against her
buttocks with a startlingly loud report. Allison
cried out, her voice sounding like the chirp of a
strange bird. He swung again and again, raining
down blows on her backside until it felt like she
was on fire. Just when she thought she couldn’t
take anymore, he stopped.
“Learned your lesson?”
Tears streamed down Allison’s face. “I’ve learned,
sir! I’ve learned!”
“Good,” he said as he knelt beside her. “Do you
like my belt, Allison?”
“No, sir,” she said and meant it.
“It can be painful, yes,” he said, “but it can bring
Draping the belt between Allison’s legs, John
grabbed it at both ends and pulled it tight across
her crotch. “Go ahead,” he said. “You’ve earned a
The feel of the leather strap tight across her
pussy was unbelievable. She squeezed her eyes
shut in ecstasy and rocked her hips up and down,
feeling the belt rub against her clitoris, becoming
hotter than she’d ever felt before. Just as she
was about to come, John snatched the belt away.
Allison mewled like a wounded animal.
“Poor thing,” John said as he gently lifted her
head from the floor and brought her back into a
kneeling position. He flopped onto the couch
beside where she knelt. “You’ve been very good,
but you haven’t quite earned it yet.”
When Allison opened her eyes, she saw that
John’s towel had slipped to the floor. His cock
was fully engorged, bright red, and throbbing with
“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re
wanting,” John said. “I don’t do condoms and I
sincerely doubt you’re on the pill. Are you?”
When she began to shake her head no, John took
her face between both palms and stopped her.
“I thought not, but that’s OK. You couldn’t have
known, so I’m not going to punish you,” he said,
then began guiding her face toward his massive
erection. “You seemed to want to suck on things
earlier. Now would be the time for that.”
Allison didn’t have to be told twice. She eagerly
leaned forward and took his throbbing cock into
her mouth, the salty taste of his sweat and pre-
ejaculate making her shiver. She took his cock as
far as she could into the back of her throat,
making herself gag a little, then using her saliva
as lubricant, she grabbed his cock with her left
hand and began to gently twist as she sucked.
“Oh my GOD!” John shuddered. “You’re very good
at that, Allie.”
Allison, remembering her manners, stopped long
enough to thank him—”Thank you, sir”—and then
plunged her mouth back over his cock. Continuing
to suck and stroke him with her left hand, she
moved her right to her clitoris. John was so busy
enjoying her handiwork that he didn’t even seem
to notice when Allison began to moan, too, but
try as she may, she could not bring herself to
come, even when he exploded into her mouth.
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