GITJ Post 384: After the Lawyers

“Thank you ladies,” Melissa called, just as the last of the girls - Lakshmi, Randi and Josie - were stepping out of the room. The rest of the staff had filtered out a few minutes earlier, Sheryl’s team of attorneys a little while before that. That left Melissa and I alone here in her office. It was almost 1pm. “Close the door behind you, will you?” she asked them, from where she sat.

The door shut, pulled closed by Lakshmi. Melissa pressed a button under her desk and, with a <click>, a lock slid into place.

For some reason I shivered.

I was looking down, at a thin yellow paper trapped underneath Melissa’s foot under her desk. I was weirded out, confused, made to feel pretty helpless. What had just happened? I’d been doing pretty okay, I thought, during the photoshoot earlier. But then, this whole thing with those guys, the lawyers? What had they tried to do? Take me into their custody? They had all these accusations about human rights violations, zoning violations, illegal use of dangerous substances. They were even trying to call us out on “domestic terrorism” charges and had all sorts of warrants and writs.  But, yeah, what freaked me out the most about them is that these attorneys and their toadie of a police officer seemed prepared to take me away, ‘for my own protection’. Why was everyone trying to ‘protect’ me??

But did I..need it? Protection from…what was happening? Should I have..?

Again, I was confused. What was happening? Were they right? Maybe I…I…maybe I was in danger. I mean, so much weird stuff was happening, all around me…and to me. Was there something happening that I didn’t realize or understand, that these guys did? If it hadn't been for Sheryl’s squad of blonde attorneys swooping in, I may have had to go with those guys. Would that have been better? Especially since the women seemed to know about the emails from that ‘Anderson’ guy.

The paper under Melissa’s foot: it was left behind, from the stack of one of the male attorneys. When the men all dropped their papers, shocked by Melissa’s appearance, they’d been commanded to  ‘leave them’. How had Melissa done that? And what was up with her voice, changing like that, being so…powerful? It had shook something deep inside me - inside every man in the room at the time. It had been so easy to just…listen. Later, the papers were gathered up by Sheryl’s attorneys who’d told us that they’d: “sort through these, see who else downtown allowed this to happen, who signed all these things.”

But they missed one. It had slid under the desk, a single sheet, and was now pinned under Melissa’s massively high heel shoe.

From where she sat, she looked up at me. She cocked her head, and I could tell from her expression that she was worried about me, concerned. But there was something else. “What are you looking at, sweetie?” she asked.

“There’s a, uh, paper, one of the ones the guys dropped, under your desk,” I muttered in reply.

She paused, pondering for a moment while she considered something, shifted her legs under her desk. “Can you get it for me?” Melissa asked.

“S-sure,” I complied. I stooped down to get it, needing to scoot under her desk on her left, on my hands and knees and finding myself in sudden close space, up close and personal with her legs. She was wearing tight gray slacks, and had her right leg crossed over her left at the thigh. The thin material was riding up her right lower leg a bit, exposing her pretty ankle and highlighting her tendons and the musculature of her calf. I gulped, suddenly struck by the size of her foot. It was only inches from my face, and it was huge! Her black designer pump dangled a bit casually from her toes, and the paper was trapped under her left high heeled foot, which was planted on the floor.

Sheryl’s team was, yes, a hundred times more prepared and had all sorts of information. They’d come with documents of consent for the missing construction workers, copies of very recently changed zoning regulations, and all the rubber stamped approvals necessary for hazardous chemicals. But these guys had seemed to have pretty official-looking stuff, too.

“Can you, uh, move your foot?”

She didn’t, at first, instead asking a question:

“Sweetie,” she said, from where she sat above me, as I knelt at her feet, “Do you promise me you won’t talk to that man again?”

I looked at her foot, her huge foot in her huge high heel. She was lazily rolling it, at the ankle.

“I, uh, yes, sure,” I answered, becoming mesmerized by it. “But, like I told the lawyers, he’s sent me emails, but I never responded to h-”

“Just don’t read them,” she said, her giant leg, ankle, foot tensing under the table with me, as if swelling with strength, “I don’t want you to read them, and I want you to tell me if you get any more.” Fuck her leg looked strong, and she was letting me admire it, them…her legs and feet.

“o-of course…” I stammered.

Satisfied, Melissa lifted her left foot just enough for me to slide the paper out from under it. I saw it was some court paper, a yellow duplicate. Several signatures were scribbled across the bottom, dated today. I slid the paper towards myself, across the elegant hardwood of her office floor, and gathered it to my chest. Backwards I scuttled, away from her legs, and stood once I was out from under her desk.

I handed the paper, half-crinkled, to Melissa.

“Thank you sweetie,” she smiled, placing it to the side, on her desk. Then she looked back at me, now with honest concern. She cocked her head again, studied my expression. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I told her, “I’m just…still a little freaked out.” I paused. “I guess I’m a little afraid of lawyers.” I meant it as a lame joke, but for a moment the spectre of Sheryl hovered above us, in the room.

“Awww, I’m sorry baby,” she purred with a pout, “I’m sorry you’re frightened.” Melissa’s hands came up to rest on my shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, and I began to get lost in their greens, their hazels, their browns.  Flecks of gold glittered in her eyes, maybe more than I’d ever noticed before. She graced me with her warmest smile, dimples carving her cheeks. “You still look very handsome.”

“Th-thank you,” I replied, seeing a reflection of myself in her dark pupils. She’d removed my suit jacket from me earlier, taken off my tie. With her strong hands she now began to rub my shoulders.

“You’re tense,” she told me.

My eyes fluttered. That feels good. “I, um…yeah…”

She rubbed my shoulders some more, watched me close my eyes, draw in a deep breath of her perfume. After a few moments, she spoke again.

“Did you like watching me today, with the little lawyers?” she asked me, “Did you like seeing me take charge like that?”

I spoke before thinking. “Oh my god yes.”

I heard her make a little noise, maybe a chuckle.

“You like when I’m bossy, huh?”

Despite myself, I groaned behind my closed eyes. The feel of her hands, rubbing my shoulders, was mesmerizing, relaxing.

“It’s okay. Men really listen to me when I talk like that, they do,” she continued, “it’s like my big-mom voice haha. I can just tell the boys what to do, how to behave. I’ve been practicing, downstairs.”

“Haha yeah…” I agreed - though at the time I didn’t put together what she was talking about. All I knew was that her fingers felt great, working at my tense upper arms. “Yeah…” I opened my eyes, a slit, and found myself staring at her tits. They were huge, swelling inside her crisp gray blouse. Perfectly massive, round, stretching the fabric taut and buttons near to bursting. In fact, I think she’d undone one for me...

“You like that?” she asked, “You like seeing how big my ‘powers of persuasion’ are getting?”

“Uh…uh huh…” I nodded. Was she still talking about her voice? I felt wobbly on my feet, but she was holding me up.

“You like how they give me so much power over men?”

“y-yeah…”

“That’s good, sweetie,” she said, and thought for a moment. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? Boss you around too, hm?”

“Y-yeah, please.”

Melissa giggled, amused. “Oh my god you’re too adorable,” she gushed. The golden sparkle in her eyes had grown brighter; she was just so beautiful. “Okay we’ll let’s start like this. It´ll be easier for me to give you a massage if you´re sitting on my lap.”

With that, she pushed herself away from her desk, uncrossed her legs and patted her big, strong thighs. “Okay little man, up,” she directed.

‘Little man’? Yes, she’d called me ‘little man’, but with the change in timbre of her voice - a subtle deepening - it didn’t bother me at all. She was telling me what to do, and I liked it. Without hesitation I turned and - with the help of her strong hands under my arms - boosted myself up onto her lap. Facing away from her, I sank just a bit into the cushioning flesh of her hugely muscular thighs, ready for my massage.

She steadied me with hands on my shoulders. “Ok, let´s get you comfortable,” she said with a soft, sensuous tone behind my right ear as her hands slid across my chest to the first button of my shirt. One-by-one she began to undo them, exposing my thin chest. “Now, you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” she began, tenderly, as she continued to unbutton my shirt, “You’ll do what I tell you?”

“y-yeah, sure…” I answered, “I will.”

“I don’t need to use my perfumes on you? Or talk to you in my super-voice? You’ll just do what I say, because you’re a good boyfriend?” She’d reached the last of my buttons, and my shirt had fallen open.

“Uh huh…yes,” I said, maybe a little confused but focused more on the warmth of her big legs, the promise of my bared skin and her gentle hands than what she was actually saying. Sunlight crossed her office in long beams.

“I can be bossy with you, because you like being bossed around, don’t you?” she continued, now peeling my shirt back, pulling it down off my right shoulder. “You like being bossed around by ladies, by dominant women, hm?”

“I…I do…” I admitted, god help me. I pulled my right arm from out of my shirt, with her help.

“And I am the dominant one here, aren’t I? In our relationship? In the office…” she pressed, helping me now remove my left arm from my shirt, “…in your life?” There was a latent excitement in her voice, I could hear it under its calm, placid surface; she was getting as turned on by this as I was. “I’m the alpha, the alpha woman. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you. I have more money, more potential. I’m being given all the authority. Everyone’s beginning to listen to me, now, even you.” She paused. “Especially you.”

“y-yeah, yes,” I agreed, as I pulled my left arm finally out of my shirt, “Y-you’re the alpha, Melissa.” I was saying, I knew what to say, everything she wanted to hear. It was her dream, her fantasy, to succeed, to be the boss. And I was more than happy to be her simp, her underling here. But we were just playing, right?

Carefully, she folded my little-boy dress shirt and put it on the desk beside us, to our right.

“Tell me that again, Jay,” she breathed into my right ear, as from behind her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulders.

“Y-y-you’re the b-boss,” I repeated, my voice shaking in my now crippling arousal, “you’re the boss, Melissa.”

“Mmmm that’s right,” she purred, “I like hearing you say my name. I like you knowing your place.” With that she began, gently, to rub my shoulders again. “Okay, dear, now I´ll try to be gentle,” she started, “just let me know if I get too carried away, okay?”

“o-okay,” I agreed, shocked at how big her hands felt on my bare shoulders - they covered them like little apples - but the difference in our sizes didn’t bother me at the moment. I was already lost in the luxury of her attention, her lap. Though the office air was cool on my naked upper torso, her warmth kept me from being uncomfortable. Still, I had to resist the urge to nuzzle, to bury myself back into her warm, soft chest. I felt her begin to massage me, gently, and speak down to me.

“You´re so tense, hm?” she purred, slowly starting to work on the knots that lived in my upper back, “You’re worried, hm, aren’t you? All the time?”

It felt as if something had caught in my throat, but her comforting hands and tender voice were opening me up, already. I am worried. I’m worried all the time. “y-yeah, kinda…”

“Aww I’m sorry. Is it because of work?” she asked, though not expecting an answer. She could read me like a book, by this point, and knew my worries went way beyond the day-to-day of the office. Her hands, firmly, were taking control of my gathered stress, of all the tension in my shoulders and back. “Don't fret,” she continued, “everything's fine, I´ve got you. You shouldn't worry about anything.”

“Mmmmm….” I hummed, like a satisfied sigh. I was beginning to relax, for sure, allowing myself to enjoy the massage. My eyes were closed but I could picture it all. Her hands were so big, they had everything under control. She knew I was stressed, and was concerned about my state of mind. But you also know how to get me to relax.

“That’s right, sweetie, relax, just relax,” she assured me, “Work´s fine. The world’s fine. You’re fine. And I´m here to help you out. Cooking, cleaning, protecting you. Managing everything. You´re not alone, don’t worry…”

I sighed again, and let myself enjoy the warm strength of her hands, which now came over my shoulders and were slowly rubbing my chest. I listened to her tender cooing as her hands kept massaging me, slowly inching downwards, towards my-

I suddenly shook, eyes shooting open when fingers brushed my belly.

“Haha wow,” she giggled, “You just got so tense again! Was it something I said?” She growled a little purr, and continued to dance her painted fingertips across my abdomen. Her giggles came again as I fought back from outright moaning. I’m sure she saw it, the boner that ran down my right pant leg and how it was surging, now, desperately eager for her touch. It threatened to tear itself loose up out of my slacks as her fingers grew closer, teasing it. “It’s hard to relax with that, hm?”

“unnngh…yeah…” I groaned. Electricity ran through my spine as Melissa’s hands, now both fully stroking my belly, made me quiver.

“That erection is so big,” she purred, both our eyes now focused on the thick, linear bulge that reached nearly to my knee. “And you just woke up a little while ago. You haven’t had any relief today yet, have you?”

“n-n-no…” I answered, barely able to speak as the brush of her fingertips kept my insides in knots.

“Are we gonna have to put you on a schedule soon? Hm?” she asked, mischief in her voice, “So you don’t have to deal with this…you poor thing.”

“uuuhh…” wh-what? What was she implying?

“Well, I can help fix, can’t I?” she said, fingers now moving down to take the buckle of my belt, “Will you let me do that?”

“y-y-y-y…” I couldn’t even get the word out, and dissolved into a moan as I let my eyes close.

“There we go, that´s right, you need it don't you?” she cooed, as she undid my belt, my button, and went deftly for my fly, “You just lay back and let Melissa take care of you. Clear your mind, close your eyes and enjoy.”

I was too big, nine inches and thick as a squash, for her to just pull me up and out of my boxers. I needed to raise my hips, let her pull my pants down. They slid down my knees, pooled at my pale ankles. I was naked now, in full, cock standing out of my body like a flagpole. I sat on her lap like a child.

Behind me, she was unbuttoning her blouse.

“Now, sweetie, let’s begin,” she began, as her right hand slid back down my body and grasped my shaft. She giggled as I fought myself back from outright groaning and thrusting and trying to keep myself from bucking up into her hand. “Shhhhh, relax. I want you focused only on your breathing as my big lady hand rubs allllll your thoughts and worries away.”

Slowly, I let myself go. I closed my eyes, and felt Melissa’s other hand now come to rest on my chest. She was pulling me back, gently, into her. My head touched her boobs, and she pulled me in closer. Her chest began to mold itself around my head, the slick silk of her bra sliding over my hair, scalp. I was pulled in to my ears and then - her touch leaving my chest and coming to rest on my forehead - using just two fingers she pushed me completely in between her two big, huge boobs. I was surrounded and my world was suddenly one thing, her breasts. Melissa’s big, big breasts.

She giggled, and was looking down at me. “I can barely see you in there, now,” she laughed, “Just the top of your little head!” Her two digits had left my forehead and now stroked the top of my scalp, playing with my hair. “My cleavage just swallowed you right up.”

To that, I groaned, and bucked my hips into her right hand.

“Ooooo! You like that, hm?” she laughed, “You like the idea of my chest just - nom nom nom! - eating you up?” She pressed her breasts together with her arms, consuming me in further, her boobs bulging up over the crown of my head.

I felt the pressure of her breasts, one on each side of my face, squeezing me as she pressed her bosoms together. Again I bucked into her hand and - best I could - turned my face right, left, and right again, my mouth open, trying to get lips to skin.

“So squirmy!!” she laughed, holding me only tighter and then, suddenly, releasing my cock from her right hand. “Here, let’s do this, so you can’t get away…”

The next thing I felt, and kind of saw, was Melissa pulling the edges of her blouse back together. Stretching, tugging, struggling to get it to work but she did. She was able to pull her blouse closed, in front of my face and over her massive bosom. My body stiffened, straightened and tensed, but already I was trapped. One button, then two, she was-

“There you go…” she huffed, beginning to work on a third, “there you go..!”

Oh my god. I thrashed, but she held me tight.

She was buttoning me into her blouse.

“There you go!!” she finally laughed, satisfied that she had three buttons done, pinning me in, wrapping me bound completely into the space between her breasts. I was in there with her, in her shirt, her chest surrounding me and sharing the space with my head. It was warm, yes of course, warm and pillowy soft and it smelled like her. And now it was darker, what light I got was filtered through the gray fabric of her blouse. If I pulled forward some of it stretched across my nose, lips, chin, but she pushed me in deeper so all I felt was boob and bra. I saw how the buttons strained, stretched, how little windows of light were opened between their gaps. I had been struggling before but now I settled, resigning myself to my warm, pillowy prison. I was not going to escape.

“There you go…” she repeated one last time, now cooing to me, “there you go…” The right hand that had held me to her across my ribcage slowly left, while the other remained over her chest. I could see the shadows of her big fingers across the span of her button-gaps. “All snug you are, in there with me,” she purred, “Just like a big in a rug.”

I moaned, and breathed in the warm air from her skin. Sweat, perfume, sweetness in the dim light. Woman. I could feel my cock growing even harder, bobbing and weaving in the air and…nnnngh!!

I was in her hand again.

“Do you feel safe now, sweetie?” she asked me, as she slowly began to stroke.

‘Safe’? I felt surrounded, trapped, enveloped, nearly absorbed. I felt like a symbiote, a small thing latched into a larger creature. But, yes, I felt safe. “Y-yes,” I answered, from deep within her tits.

“Good,” she replied, voice muffled by her boobs but rumbling around my ears, “I’m going to keep you safe. Outsiders, men like those lawyers, men like the one that sent you those emails…Melissa’s going to protect you from them.”

I was silent, listening, slowly moving my hips now up into her hand, in the rhythm she was setting.

“But she wants to make sure her little man doesn't start being a bad boy,” she continued, her voice hypnotically seeping into my midbrain, “she wants you to stay her sweet, innocent boyfriend. Can you do that? Will you stay a good boy for Melissa?”

“y-y-yes,” I shuddered.

“Okay. So, from now on I don't want you talking to anyone from outside. No one else. Just me, and the girls, unless I give you permission. Okay?”

“o-okay…”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Her stroking had become slick, slick with my precum as she worked me in the palm of her hand.

“Good boy,” she cooed, dreamily now, “You are such a good boy.” Up and down, up and down, slowly still.

I was surrounded by pillowy softness and it was warm, so warm. Trapped in her top the scent of her breasts engulfed me, her skin wrapped around my face. I heard her giggle

“So, how is it in there, little man?” she purred, “You like being in between my big boobs? Inside my top with me?”

I could only groan in response.

“Sounds like you want to just move in and live in there,” she giggled, squeezing my playfully, “Maybe that can be arranged haha.”

oh god yes.

“Mmmmmm….” she purred, she cooed, she encouraged. She loved this, she loved enveloping me like this. She loved being bigger, she loved me being small. She wanted to be my whole world. “Am I wearing too much perfume, sweetie?”

Mmmm…no. You smell amazing, I marveled, bearing my nose up against her soft flesh and purposefully breathing her in. It made me shudder; I trembled in her hand. It felt so good. Please give me more?

“Oh, of course, sweetie.”

I shuddered again as, with my next breath, I was assaulted with an intense wave of her pheromonal scent. Her stroking gained sudden momentum; it now became faster.

“There you go,” she purred, now bringing me right towards my climax as my head - sandwiched between her tits, trapped within her crisp blouse  - swam in her delirium, “You like that? You see what I can do for you? Anything you want…”

Her hand sped up, I began grunting in rhythm with my every feeble thrust.

“Why would you need anyone else anyway, talk to anyone else, when you’ve got me?” she said, “You’ve got me, you’ve got the girls. You’re protected, you’re surrounded. Surrounded by women that love you...”

Faster, faster.

“…surrounded by me.”

“oh god, oh god..!” I belched.

“That’s right, sweetie, that’s right,” she urged, drawing me even deeper into her chest, “Just sink in. Just let it go and sink in. I’ve got you…”

“Oh god..!”

“Let it go…”

“NnnnnnnggghhhhHHHHHHhhhhh…!!!”

My hips bucked, my loins exploded. I felt my balls - huge, swollen things - tense and then release, release, release. My shaft, in her strong grip, surged and erupted, sending what must have been an epic load soaring into the air. I felt it, in fact, splash down onto my naked hip, and then again onto my right thigh. I bucked, I lurched, I saw stars and lightning. I came and I came and I came, all under the command of her powerful hand.

“That’s right, that’s right baby,” she purred to me, in the throes of my orgasm, “let it all out.”

I was in the dark, of course, in the cave between my girlfriend’s enormous tits, but I knew her hand was urging from me the pent-up fluid that would - nnngh! nnngh! nnngh! - be making a huge, briny mess. I didn’t care, at first, but as my climax began to wane, I pictured what the scene must look like.

"That’s right, look at you. All bundled up in your girlfriend’s blouse, all wilted up on her lap,” she purred, “Now tell me. Tell me Jay. Who did this to you?" she asked. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"uughh…Melissa…" I croaked, “Melissa did this to me.”.

"That's right…that's right…keep saying my name."

“M-Melissa…Melissa…Melissa…”

Oh my god, I worried, as I felt the bliss leaving me, starting to feed all the women around me, in the building, in the office, making them all stronger, so much stronger compared to me, I’m so pathetic.

“Shhhh…shhh honey,” she assured me, “You’re fine, you’re exactly what we want…”

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thanks to Joshua67, ElephantPorn and especially RiF for ideas and guidance