Fantasy Machine

As spent as she was, the thought that someone else, some complete stranger might find her and the things he might do, started arousing her anew. Suddenly, she found herself disoriented, as white coated technicians fussed about her, removing electrodes and measuring blood pressure. It still all felt so real. Real enough that she needed someone to help her as they moved her from the chair and to another room, her legs shaky and weak.

Chapter 4

Lisa found herself sitting behind a large desk inside of an even larger office. It was bright and tastefully decorated. The black, high-backed chair that she sat in swiveled and when she turned herself completely around, the view out of the high-rise building was stunning. The city spread itself out below, like a dog begging for scraps at her feet. There was a sudden and panic laden confusion. What city was this? Where am I? Then it was gone, as the intercom on her desk buzzed.

"Ah, Miss Platt? Your two o'clock, Mr. Jacobs is here. Shall I tell him to come in?"

Mr. Jacobs? She had no idea who this was, no recollection of making an appointment with him. A warmth between her legs brought her attention to her sex, almost brought her hand there, as a wave of arousal caught her off guard. The fleeting thought of making this man wait while she satisfied herself almost made her postpone whoever this was, but then, she thought, "I wonder if he's cute." Allowing her hand to move upwards instead, she cupped one of her full breasts, enjoying the warm on her sensitive skin, even pinched and pulled on a nipple, causing it to harden, poking visibly through the thin fabric of her blouse, before pressing down on the intercom button. "Send him in."

The door to her office opened and he stood in the doorway, hesitant to enter. About six foot one, with wavy brown hair and soft, brown eyes that were balanced by severe cheek bones and an angular jaw, he nervously entered a step. "A bit young for my tastes." she thought, taking in his lean frame in a patterned, collared shirt, sweater vest and pressed blue jeans. He held a beaten attache case in both hands, like a high-school suitor, nervously holding a bouquet of hand picked daisies.

"Miss Platt? May I come in?" His voice cracked, just a touch, at the end of his sentence, as he appeared ready to bolt if she answered the wrong way.

"I trust you heard me through the intercom? I don't like my time wasted. Take a seat and wow me." Had she meant to be such a bitch? There was just something about how vulnerable he seemed that made her want to pounce, as she devoured him with her eyes. Her full, red lips curved into a mischievous smile as he quickly sat at one of the chairs in front of her desk.

After sitting, he fumbled with the leather attaché, quickly pulling out some papers and placing them on her desk. "On, on top there, you'll see my resume. I have references from three of my professors under that and my transcripts, in case you want them." The words came spilling out, almost too fast to be understood, and once he got them out a dead silence followed as he looked at her like a puppy hoping for a treat. She looked at him for a heartbeat, letting the smile slide off her face, a deadpan stare remaining that caused him to perspire.

Moving the papers closer to her, without breaking her stare, she finally looked down and perused the top page. "Josh, huh?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Josh." She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, condescending smirk on her face. "Why are you here? How is this not a waste of my time?"

"Well, you see, Ma'am," Licking his lips nervously, voice wavering ever so slightly, he placed his hands flat on her desk, sweat leaving imprints on the glossy wood. "If you give me a chance, I know I can become a great asset for your company. I've followed your rise from the Olander case to your current position, heading up what is considered the top law firm in the city. I'm your biggest fan and I promise, if you hire me, I'll work non-stop to help you continue your success." It all came out in one long breath, leaving him nearly gasping at the end.

There was a heavy moment of silence and then Lisa looked away, pushing Josh's papers away, scattering them on the desktop. "I always enjoy getting my ass kissed from sweet little boys like yourself, Josh, but this firm doesn't need hero worship. I need a man who will get the job done, so, thanks for your time. I think you know the way out."

"Wait, wait!" Josh leaned forward in his chair, leaning on the desk and jutting his face forward. "Please, give me a chance. I really need this job. Please, I'll do anything!"

For some reason, that phrase instantly made Lisa wet and she squeezed her legs together, enjoying the tingle it sent through her. An eyebrow raised, as she repeated, "Anything?" She looked him over. Leered might be a more accurate term, but from Lisa, there was a quality of hunger to it that made Josh sweat, heartbeat rising.

"Stand up."

"Excuse me?" Josh gulped and cast a quick glance at the door.

"Get up. I want to look at you."

"Does this have to do with the job?"

"Given that I'm the boss, this has to do with you shutting the fuck up and doing what I tell you. Now get the fuck up and do a little spin for me."

Unsure as to his best course of action, but still clinging to the faint hope of procuring a job with such a prestigious firm, he obeyed. He turned slowly, more like a broken mechanism than a model on display. Once done, he looked at her uncertainly. She had slid down in her chair, allowing her legs to spread wide and her skirt to ride up to mid thigh, hands resting on her abdomen. An evil smile and lustful eyes stared at him. One part of his mind knew exactly what she wanted, but was stifled by the larger, disbelieving part.

"Take your shirt off."

His hands fumbled with the buttons, while thoughts raced through his mind. Heart beating like a drum, he slowly removed his shirt, laying it over a nearby chair. His nipples grew hard, though from the cool air in the room or from the eroticism of the situation, he wasn't sure. Despite the humiliating and stressful situation, he realized an erection was forming, fabric stretched tight at the front of his pants. Never had he been on display like this and a crimson blush spread from cheeks to chest. Lisa thought that his visible embarrassment made him look boyish, vulnerable, and she felt her own clit swell with desire as she longed to lick the broad expanse of his muscular chest, to play with the hard nubs on his pecs.

"So far, so good. We may have a place for you here." She smiled playfully, biting her lower lip and twirling her hair around an exquisitely manicured finger.

"Really?" His naivety turned her on and she could feel the heat rising between her legs, inner thighs wet with arousal.

"I said maybe. We need to ascertain a few things first, to see if you have the right qualities we're looking for."

"Yeah, sure. As I said, I'll do anything." Pleading had entered his voice, and he temporarily forgot about his embarrassment.

"You seem to take instructions pretty well, but I may need you to do some things that could test your claims of 'anything'."

"You're the boss. Test away." He put on his best service industry smile.

"Lose the pants." Lisa's eyes dropped to the bulge at Josh's crotch. She was not subtle.

Josh gulped, but he was not surprised. His chagrin returned at the prospect of exposing himself further, but he was also relieved. His straining hard-on was becoming uncomfortable and he was happy to free his rock hard member. Unbuckling his burnished brass buckle, undoing the button and zipper of his pants, he allowed them to fall free, dropping to a pile around his feet. He was wearing blue, silk boxers, but his stiff penis thrust itself proudly out of the front opening. Lisa's heart actually skipped a beat, staring at the 8 inch, veiny slab of meat, deeply breathing in the musk that wafted from it.

"Fuck it. Lose the boxers, too."

Josh couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited. He stood naked in an opulent office, being ordered about by a beautiful, older woman who had the power to determine his future. His shame and his excitement mixed in equal measure and he unconsciously stroked his cock.

"Stop that! I didn't tell you to touch yourself. You will find, if you are to continue here, that obedience is rewarded, but willfulness will be severely punished. You are about to find out what that punishment is like. Come here."

Uncertain as to what she meant, he knew better than to defy her. Nervously, he walked closer, standing by the side of her desk, his hard shaft just inches away from her face, as she gazed hungrily at the angry, red head and the drop of precum that had oozed from the tip. Suddenly she looked up, locking his eyes. "Hands flat on my desk. Widen that stance and bend over."

Again, he obeyed, his heavy scrotum hanging vulnerably between his legs, his butt cheeks tensing in anticipation. He was so hard now it was almost painful. Lisa rose from her seat and stood behind him. She stood, unmoving, enjoying the view of his lily white, firm ass, as well as the anxiety that she knew she was causing, a sexually charged Sword of Damocles poised at his most tender areas. He nearly flinched as she softly laid a hand on his upper back, thrilling at the warm, smoothness of his skin.

Then her touch turned hard and she pushed, bending him further over her desk. A second later, the sound of her small hand smacking his hard bum rang throughout the spacious office. Every muscle in his tall frame tensed, in shock more than pain, though her tiny palm left a stinging imprint that he could imagine turning red. After the slap, she allowed her hand to linger, marveling at the marble feel of his ass. She squeezed, an appraising grip enjoying the taut muscles underneath his skin.

Another smack came soon after, and another, and another, a steady, percussive rhythm that seemed to travel throughout his body. Josh watched himself in the reflective gloss of the desktop, confused about the turn his interview had taken, as well as his intense response to it. The spanking was not painful at first, but the continual abuse his poor bum was taking was making his stinging flesh became highly sensitive, each strike burning more than the last. He resisted crying out, though there were tears welling up in his eyes by the time she stopped.

Now her hand caressed the curves of his ass, long nails dragging seductively over his delicate feeling flesh. Occasionally, she would allow her fingers to trace down his inner thigh, to scrape over the rugated skin of his scrotum, causing his cock to twitch. "Stay where you are. We're not done yet." Lisa sat back in her chair, looking up at Josh, enjoying the nervousness and desire that wrestled with his facial features.

"The last thing we need in this office is some tight ass. Are you a tight ass, Josh?"

"Um, ah, no. I'm naked and getting spanked. I think I'm pretty open and flexible." He looked at her hopefully, wondering if there was a correct answer to her question.

"You seem awfully confident in your ability to stay loose. You don't mind if I check, do you?"

"Uh, no?" His voice was small, a lost child asking for directions that he didn't understand, but she was already opening a drawer in her desk, pulling out a bottle that he immediately recognized as lube. She stood and walked behind him again. He first felt one of her hands grabbing an ass cheek and pulling it to the side, spreading him open, exposing the tan rosebud of his sphincter. Next came a cold slickness, as her fingers spread the lube around the sensitive ring that guarded his virgin anus, causing it to contract and twitch. Small circles and gradually increasing pressure relaxed the tight muscles of his butt hole, sending tingles that travelled down his legs and out to his shaft. His scrotum contracted involuntarily, making it swing like a pendulum. This did not go unnoticed and Lisa cupped his balls, slippery lube coating his sack as she playfully squeezed and tugged. Josh's entire body tensed as he fought back an orgasm, fearful of the penalty for spraying his white, sticky cream all over the legal documents that lay on her desk.

The pain as she first pressed a sharp nail firmly into his sphincter helped stem the eruption that he felt building in his swollen balls. The pain continued as she forced an index finger into his butt, up to the first knuckle. She left it there, allowing him to get used to the new sensation, to slowly stretch to accommodate the intruding digit. Once she felt a modicum of relaxation in his legs and ass, she began to slowly rotate her finger, pressing on the edges of his muscular ring, generating a satisfying intake of breath from the young man. Slowly removing her finger just enough to place another dollop of lube over, she plunged it in again, driving it firmly up to the second knuckle and, again, rotating it to further stretch his slowly loosening sphincter. Lisa smiled to herself when she felt it spastically tighten around her finger as his cock twitched, making a meaty, slapping sound on her desktop.

"If you cum on my desk, I'll have you lick it clean! After I've paddled you red." She thrust her finger the rest of the way inside him to drive home her point.

"Y, yes, Ma'am." he gasped breathlessly.

The pain of her finger invading his previously virgin ass was subsiding and a strange, tingling pleasure replaced it, as she probed the walls of his anus. Suddenly, she found the firm, olive shaped mass of his prostate, gently tapping on it, causing Josh to gasp in pleasure. She leaned in close, allowing her breasts to rub against his back, hard nipples separated from his naked skin by the thin fabric of her blouse. Her other hand reached around, the cool palm cupping his ball sack and squeezing it playfully, Resting her chin on his bare shoulder, she whispered into his ear.

"Look at how hard you are? Hmm, that cock looks good enough to eat. Are you excited about someone finally busting your ass cherry? Don't you dare cum." Cruelly, she raked her nails along his scrotum, while sliding her finger in an out of him at a quicker and quicker pace. There was so much lube that it moved easily, even though it kept being periodically gripped as his asshole winked in excitement. The rest of his body also tensed, teeth gritted and hands balled into fists, as he fought to resist the orgasm building steadily in his balls.

Lisa, amused by his plight, felt a stirring in her own panties, the moisture leaking out of her making her thighs sticky. She pressed herself hard against Josh's body, reveling in the warm, solid feel of his body. Releasing his scrotum, she moved her hand to grasp the thick shaft of his hardness. It was hot and pulsing, so huge and virile that her hands felt barely able to contain it. Simultaneously humping her hips forward and pushing her finger into him from behind, she fucked him slowly, bringing him to the brink of release, then stopping and squeezing his dick painfully hard to back him away from the edge. After the third time, the game ceased to amuse her and she stepped away from him, extracting her finger, wiping the excess lube on his back.

Sitting back down in her chair, she smiled up at him, enjoying the flushing of his pale skin, the glassy eyed look on the young man's face, panting with his mouth half open. His arousal was contagious and she shimmied her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties to the side, idly caressing her pussy with one hand. "Okay, get on your knees. Let's see how you do with the pussy eating part of the interview."

His obedience was immediate, kneeling between her spread thighs and bowing his head to taste her pink, puffy flesh, inhaling her feminine scent and lapping eagerly. The power she held over Josh, the desperation that compelled him to jump at her whim, had worked Lisa up to a fever pitch and she felt an orgasm quickly build inside her. She twined her fingers into his thick, dark hair and ground his face into her cunt, her juices covering his face. The heat that flared up between her legs was unbelievable and a series of tremors shot through her, causing her legs to shake and her back to arch up. Just minutes after he began sucking on her clit, she moaned in pleasure as the horniness that had been building all day was unleashed and she clamped her legs tight around his head. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, shaking her entire body so that she had to grip onto the chair for support.

Slowly, she came back down to Earth, though Josh continued languid, circular movements with his tongue, triggering smaller orgasms that prolonged the floating feeling she was enjoying. Finally, she pushed him away. "Enough, enough. Whew, I needed that. Okay, things are looking good so far. You follow commands, your tongue seems adequate, now let's see if you're willing to take on the tough jobs here at the firm."

Josh started to get up and retrieve his clothes. "Stop!" Lisa shouted, anger cutting through some of her bliss. "I didn't tell you to get dressed. Sit. No, on the floor. And listen." Josh sat like a scolded puppy. She looked him over, licking her lips when she saw that he was still very much erect. "This is a rough job. Cut throat. You know of us because of all of our wins, but you can't win'em all, isn't that right?"

Lisa was still sitting back in her chair, legs open and panties still shifted to the side, allowing for an unobstructed view of her wet slit. Josh was staring at her glistening hole until her next statement. "Sometimes you get fucked in the ass! Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Josh? Have you?"

"Uh" There was a pause and a gulp, his face showing uncertainty. "No?"

The smile that spread across her face was pure evil and Josh felt his cock deflate a little. A manicured finger pressed the intercom. "Jane? Please have Mr. Edwards come into my office please."

"Right away, Miss Platt." crackled over the speaker.

She looked back at the naked, young man sitting on her floor. "It doesn't take many ass fuckings to teach you that you should always be prepared for an ass fucking. Let me show you how prepared I am." Rising from her chair, Lisa slid both her skirt and panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Josh watched her as if hypnotized, fearful of where this discussion was heading, but unable to take his sight off of her long, smooth legs and perfect breasts. Turning, bending slightly at the waist, she presented him with an amazing round ass and, grabbing each of her round cheeks in her hands, spread them wide apart. There was a small blue gem where her asshole should be. "This is my gem butt plug. Adorable, don't you think?"

He could only stare up, slack jawed, and nod his agreement. Suddenly, there was a knock, shaking him out of his daze. "Come in." Lisa turned to greet the new arrival, while Josh, as if just now realizing he was naked, leapt up and tried to cover himself with his hand. A giant of a man stood in the doorway. A shaved block of a head sat squarely on broad, muscular shoulders, a thin, grey tee shirt stretched tight over his bulging chest. Tight, blue slacks clearly showed his solid thighs and the outline of an impressive dick declared itself, and it seemed to swell as he entered the room.

"Mr. Edwards! Excellent, I'm so glad you could join us. This is Josh. He's looking for a ... position here at the firm." Mr. Edwards turned his head towards Josh and gave him an expressionless nod, before closing the door behind him. "Josh, Mr. Edwards here is very much an underling of mine, but I am a firm believer of the corporate hierarchy. In this case, since I'm considering you an employee, on a trial basis, of course, he is your superior. In a number of different ways, as you will soon see. I would appreciate it if you would show him the appropriate measure of respect."