I'm a personal assistant at a law firm.

I felt fortunate to work at a law firm, even as a personal assistant. It’s an office in the city: Marshal Law, specializing in sexual harassment cases, run by Sasha Marshal and her younger sister Kelly. They were brilliant lawyers, drop-dead gorgeous, and not at all afraid to remind everyone of these traits. I spent hours at work fantasizing about shedding their stuffy professional attire and revealing their flawless, snow-white skin, flicking back their long black hair and kissing their necks, seducing them into a threesome. Daydreaming like this would often result in admonishing lectures for creepy staring.

As for the rest of the employees, I was the only male, an outsider among a village of Amazons. The receptionist, Jaclyn Gautier was a chubby, bubbly, young woman, friendly and jolly, and very generous with giving out delicious candy! She was the friendliest of all the ladies at the firm. The only other workers were three associates. Vivian Chen was the more senior of the two, a bit bossy and aggressive. She left me alone for the most part since I have no hope of advancement here. Brianna Moore was much more timid and quiet, so much so that I often wondered if she had what it took to be here. The last was Chelsea Sweet, the classic air-head blonde, albeit with an uncanny ability for law, memory and detail.

As I parked the car, I checked my watch again and huffed while entering the building. Here we go…

“You are 93 minutes late Adam, where have you been?” Sasha was the first to spot me entering the office and practically dragged me into the dinette. As she shut the door and turned to me, I knew she was feeling extra-irritable this morning. “This is unacceptable, we even called you three times.”

“Ah, sorry about that. It won’t happen again” I replied while sheepishly meeting her gaze. “I’m not sure what happened, I was in some kind of… deep sleep?”

“Deep sleep?” She repeated warily, glaring at me, “How nice. Oh, and on one of most important days in our firm’s history! We have a meeting with a huge client today, but thankfully you’re well rested.”

“I’m really sorry-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it- you need to face disciplinary action for this.” Sasha announced, crossing her arms. “Take out your penis.”

I squinted at her in confusion, turning my ear towards her. “Say again?”

“I said, take out your cock!” She insisted harshly, “Unless you want to walk out that door and never come back, you will place your cock in my hand.” The attractive dark-haired sexual-harassment lawyer extended her arm and fingers, revealing her palm in an open invitation. The irony of the situation was not lost on me as I rapidly undid my belt and shoved my pants to the ground. I was flustered, but when a beautiful woman like Sasha tells you to give her your dick, you do it!

“Uh, okay, so now-“ I moaned in surprise, my sentence interrupted when Sasha quickly wrapped her hand around my cock and began giving me a brutally fast handjob. Her perfectly manicured fingers were a blur as the glided up and down my shaft. “Argh! S-slow down a bit, Jesus!” For a second, she actually stopped, but only to spit into her palm for make-shift lubricate before attacking my rigid cock again.

“I don’t want to hear another word Adam, you’ve already wasted 93 minutes being late.” She retorted angrily, her clenched fist was rocketing into my balls with every backswing, mixing pleasure with excruciating pain, “The next time you decide to have a grievous lapse in punctuality, my sister and I will drag you into our office and spend the entire day draining the contents of your testicles into every single one of our sopping, wet holes.” My lips curled downward in confusion; it sounded like this enticingly sexy lawyer just offered to fuck her and her sister’s brains out and yet… the threatening tone? Having this handjob and sex with her was punishment?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned, my tortured balls churning with fresh spunk despite the beating they received. In a flash, Sasha grabbed a steaming pot of coffee from the counter and placed it on the table in front of me, angling my twitching cockhead right for it.

“Do it, cum, now!” She whispered violently into my ear, causing my cock to spray a steady stream of gooey white semen into the freshly-brewed coffee. Sasha continued milking me for all I had and with every heavy spurt of thick man seed splashing into the pot, I saw the liquid turning a creamier white. With a condescending smirk, she released my spent member and began stirring the impregnated coffee with a spoon, sloshing the strings of sperm around until it mixed in. “We hold ourselves to a very high standard here at Marshal Law, Mr. Grant. The next time you show up late, it won’t just be a single handjob… this entire office will drink nothing but your cum for an entire week, straight from the tap.” She said, emphasizing her point by poking the head of my deflated cock and staring me dead in the eyes, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Uh, yes, of course ma’am.” I nodded, perplexed by her bizarrely sexual speech.

“Good, now serve everyone their morning coffee.”

“Uh… this coffee, here?” I pointed at the coffee pot filled with my load, “You want me to serve the girls this?”

“Of course, it’s your job isn’t it? I’ll be in my office.” Sasha scoffed, shaking her head as she opened the door and exited the dinette, leaving me alone with my bewilderment. If not for my pants pooled around my ankles, I could hardly believe this just happened. Staring at the light brown liquid slowly swirling around, I pursed my lips as I began pouring it into coffee mugs. Time to get to work?