The Seduction

Julia was still sitting on the floor in her dark room when she realized she couldn’t handle this on her own anymore. The videos were everywhere. The press was tearing her apart. The board was furious. And Claudia was gaining more and more ground.

She needed help.

Professional help.

She reached for her cell phone and called her lawyer—Peter. He had been the family’s lawyer for years and had already handled several tricky situations for the family. Julia trusted him.

Peter arrived within forty minutes. He was a man in his mid-forties, slim, with short dark hair and a calm, professional demeanor. When Julia opened the door for him, she was wearing only a short, silky robe that barely covered anything.

She led him into her room and closed the door behind them.

“Peter, I need your help,” she said bluntly. “Claudia is behind all this crap. The app glitch wasn’t a coincidence. She hired someone to take me down. I want you to investigate this. I want proof. And I want her to pay for it.”

Peter looked at her seriously and slowly shook his head.

“Julia… I can’t help you with this.”

She stared at him.

“Why not?”

He rubbed his temple.

“Because I’m also your stepmother’s lawyer—Claudia. I’ve been representing her for years in various matters. That would be a massive conflict of interest. I’m not allowed to take sides in a case like this. It would be highly problematic from a professional standpoint.”

Julia fell silent. She hadn’t expected that.

She remembered Matthias. How she’d threatened him. How that had backfired. Threats clearly didn’t work. Not on people who had something to lose. So she tried a different approach.

She slowly stood up and stepped closer to Peter. Her robe opened slightly, revealing her naked body beneath. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Peter…,” she said softly, placing a hand on his chest. “There has to be some way. You know the family better than anyone else. You know what Claudia’s like.”

Peter didn’t pull away, but he was visibly uneasy.

“Julia, this isn’t right. I can’t—”

She cut him off by pressing herself even closer to him. Her hand slowly slid downward, over his stomach, until she felt the bulge in his pants. She rubbed it gently.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you on my side. I’ll do anything you want.”

Peter swallowed. His voice sounded hoarser now.

“Julia… this isn’t a good idea.”

But he didn’t stop her.

Julia knelt down in front of him. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants with calm but determined movements. His cock sprang out, half-erect. She took it in her hand and stroked it slowly while looking up at him.

“Let me help you, Peter,” she said softly. “And you’ll help me.”

Julia knelt in front of Peter on the soft carpet of her room. Her robe was wide open and hung loosely over her shoulders. Her naked body was dimly lit by the bedside lamp. She looked up at him as she wrapped both hands around his semi-erect cock.

It felt thick and heavy in her hands. The skin was warm and slightly pulsing. As she slowly stroked it from the base to the tip, she felt it grow harder beneath her fingers. A small, clear drop emerged from the glans and glistened in the light.

Julia leaned forward. She smelled him—a light, masculine, slightly salty scent, mixed with the scent of his skin. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the tip once. The taste was slightly bitter-sweet, intense, and direct. She tasted it immediately on her tongue.

Peter moaned softly.

She opened her mouth wider and took the glans between her lips. The warmth and velvety firmness felt intense. She sucked gently while her tongue circled the underside of the glans. Saliva quickly gathered in her mouth and ran down his shaft in thick strands. She heard the wet, smacking sound as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Smack… gulp… smack…

She took him as deep as she could. The head pressed against her palate and further down her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, but she persevered. His scent grew more intense the deeper she took him. She felt her own saliva running down her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts.

Peter placed a hand in her hair—not pressing down, but holding it firmly. His fingers clenched slightly as she slid back and forth rhythmically. Every time she took him deep into her throat, that wet, perverse gulp-gulp sound echoed. She felt her throat contract around him and her saliva grow thicker and slipperier.

After a while, she sat up a little straighter. She took his cock out of her mouth and let the wet, glistening shaft slide between her full breasts. She pressed her tits tightly together from both sides and began to jerk him off with them.

The combination of her warm, soft flesh and the wet saliva on his cock felt intense. She moved her upper body up and down, slowly and in a controlled manner. Every time the head of his cock emerged from between her breasts at the top, she bent her head down and licked or sucked on it.

She could see it clearly: how her saliva was making his shaft slippery. How the head of his cock slid out of her cleavage with every upward thrust, red and swollen. How her hard nipples brushed lightly against his shaft with every movement. She felt the warmth of his cock between her breasts and how it pulsed with every thrust.

Peter was breathing heavier now. His hand gripped her hair more tightly.

Julia felt something getting wet between her own legs. Not heavily, but noticeably. She wasn’t really aroused by Peter himself—it was the mix of power, desperation, and the perverse situation. She was naked on her knees, letting her own lawyer fuck her in the mouth and between her tits, just to get him on her side.

She looked up at him again as she moved his cock back and forth between her breasts while taking the head deep into her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. The sounds were loud and dirty: the wet smacking of her mouth, the soft rubbing of her wet breasts against his shaft, and Peter’s stifled moans.

She sucked harder, took him deeper into her throat, and pressed her breasts even tighter around him. Her tongue worked tirelessly on the underside of his cock as she fucked him with her tits.

Peter’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. His hand was firmly clenched in Julia’s hair as she continued to move his cock back and forth between her wet breasts while simultaneously taking the head deep into her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue circling the sensitive underside nonstop.

“Fuck… Julia…,” he groaned hoarsely.

His hips twitched uncontrollably. Julia felt it immediately—how his cock suddenly grew even harder in her mouth and between her tits and began to throb.

She took him deep into her throat once more as he came.

The first spurt hit her right in the mouth. Hot, thick, and salty. She tasted it immediately—intense, bittersweet, and strong. Before she could swallow, Peter pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it upward.

The second and third spurts hit her right in the face.

Hot, thick cum spurted over her cheek, her nose, and right over her open mouth. A thick, white stream landed on her upper lip and slowly ran down. Another shot hit her right above her left eye and trickled viscously down her cheek to her chin.

Julia briefly squinted as the next shot went over her forehead and into her hair. She felt the warm, sticky semen running down her skin—heavy, warm, and disgustingly intense.

Peter kept holding his cock in his hand and jerked off over her breasts. Several powerful spurts landed directly on her tits. The semen splattered onto her soft skin, ran between her breasts, and slowly dripped over her hard nipples. A thick, white glob clung directly to her right nipple and ran down it in a viscous stream.

Julia opened her eyes again. She looked up at Peter while her face and breasts were covered in his cum. It ran down her cheeks in thick strands, dripped from her chin onto her tits, and pooled in the cleft between her breasts. Some of it had been squirted directly into her open mouth—she could taste it strongly on her tongue and felt it slowly trickling down her throat.

The smell was intense. Masculine, pungent, and unmistakable. She could smell it with every breath.

Peter stood before her, breathing heavily, his cock still half-erect and glistening with saliva and cum. Julia knelt before him, her face and breasts splattered with cum, her robe completely open. Thick, white semen slowly ran down her skin, dripped from her nipples, and pooled in her cleavage.

She slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the cum off her upper lip. The taste was strong and salty. She swallowed audibly.

Peter looked down at her—at her splattered face, her wet, gleaming breasts, and the semen slowly trickling down her skin. He said nothing. He seemed shocked by his own actions.

Julia wiped some semen from her cheek with two fingers and popped it into her mouth. She slowly sucked it off her fingers without breaking eye contact with him.

Then she spoke softly, her voice hoarse:

“So… are you going to help me now, Peter?”

She remained kneeling in front of him, her face and breasts covered in his cum, and waited for his answer.