Author's Disclaimer: I don't own Perry, Della, Paul or anything associated with the Perry Mason Universe, I do however wish I did. Thanks to ESG for creating them though.
Author's Note: This is pretty much porn without a plot. This got in my head, and I just could not get it out, so here it is. If you don't like adults doing adult things, this is not for you. If it seems a little out of character, it's all explained in the end.
**** MR. MASON ****
"Yes, Mr. Mason." She said as she took the papers from his hands, allowing her pinky to lightly stroke him. She felt him tense the minute she said the words. Right there in the room, Lt. Tragg and Paul were oblivious to what had just transpired between Mr. Mason and his secretary, but Mr. Mason was certainly aware. Those two words, Mr. Mason, let him know he was in for a delightful after-hours Friday afternoon.
A half hour later both Tragg and Paul walked into her office, with a polite farewell from each, they exited into the main reception room and out the front office door. She followed them, since everyone else has gone home for the evening and locked the main office door behind the two men as they left.
Going back into her office, she leaned against her desk, not bothering to sit back down. She knew she wouldn't be in there long.
Pushing the button on his intercom "Ms. Street, my office, now." He spoke in a demanding tone.
Standing up from her desk with a smirk on her face, she straightens out her skirt. While she had no intention of playing their little game while picking her outfit this morning, she is certainly happy with it now. The pencil, knee length black skirt, hugged all the right places and she paired it with her feminine, button-down white dress shirt. Walking into his office she closes the door behind her.
"Lock it." He says, his head not looking up from the book it is buried in. Doing as she's told; she starts to walk over towards his desk.
"And the other one." His head remains face down in the book. His right-hand scribbling on the notepad next to him.
"Yes, Mr. Mason." Walking to the back-office door, that leads to the hallway she turns the lock.
"Ms. Street, I need you to take a letter."
Walking over to his desk, she leans over him, her breast rubbing against his shoulder as she grabs the notepad from under his hand and takes the pen he is holding.
Della walks to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Ms. Street, this chair." Pulling the chair behind his desk, closer to his own.
She doesn't rise at first, knowing they both enjoy it when she doesn't give in right away.
"Ms. Street, I said I want you here." Pointing to the chair on his left. "Do not make me tell you a third time."
She rises, notepad and pen in hand and joins him behind the desk. Sitting in the seat and crossing her legs, her skirt rises above her knee, giving him an eyeful of her silken, stocking covered legs.
"I'm ready Mr. Mason."
Placing his hand on her knee, he starts "To Attorney Decker."
"Mr. Mason!" Feigning shock. She rises up and walks over to the conference room table, sitting in a chair after turning it to face his desk.
Rising from his desk, he walks towards her "Come now, Ms. Street. We're both adults here." Stopping when he stands in front of her. He leans down putting a hand on each arm of the chair, leaning slightly over her, trapping her from moving anywhere.
"Mr. Mason, this is not appropriate behavior for the workplace or any place. You are my boss." He can hear her breathing deepen.
"Is that so." Standing straight up she notices he takes his courtroom stance when he has someone on the witness stand. "If you truly believe that this behavior is inappropriate then why do you rub up against me at every given opportunity?"
Swallowing, she lowers her gaze to not stare him in the face. "I don't, Mr. Mason." She looks up only to see that he has walked away and is now standing behind her.
"Oh, you do Ms. Street." His hands gripping her shoulders, he starts to gently massage them. "You walk around here all day, swaying those hips." Moving his hands slower, he joins them at the front of her shirt and begins undoing the buttons. "Brushing your hands, fingers and breasts against me at any chance you get."
She doesn't speak as he continues to work on the buttons, until he is able to pull the shirt down off her shoulders, exposing her lace covered nipples.
"You're not even going to defend yourself." He's leaning over her right left shoulder, his lips right next to her ear as his hands cup her breasts through the lacy fabric. "That's because I'm right." Squeezing her now tight buds. He hears her sigh. "You, a strong, independent woman." Pushing the rest of her shirt off and placing it on the table next to them. He slides her bra straps off her shoulders. She sits motionless, straight up in the chair but he can hear her heavy breathing and feel as she arches herself when he undoes her bra and uses it hands to replace the support that is no longer there. "You, Ms. Street, you single handily run this office, me included but now what you sit here and sigh as I play with your nipples. You don't always want to be in charge, do you." She lets out a moan as he tugs on her hardened buds.
Feeling his hands move off of her, she gives a soft whine at the loss of his touch.
She sees him out of the side of her eye, as he walks to stand in front of her. She watches as he loosens his tie, removing it and throwing it on the table. Her eyes travel with his hands until they hit his belt buckle. Undoing his buckle, he reaches for the button of his pants and zipper. "Ms. Street, you sit there, pupils dilated, your nipples are stiffened peaks." Leaning over her, he uses a knuckle under her chin to bring her face up to meet his. "I'm going to kiss you and we both know you won't push me away " Bringing his lips down to hers, she parts them immediately. She knows there is no use in fighting when her body aches for her to give in to him. Their tongues meet and he invades her with a fury. His hand on the back of her neck, pulling her forward. As her hands reach out to grasp his hips, her nails pressing into him right above his hip bones.
Pulling back, he towers over her again. "Your breathing is heavy."
She chuckles, thinking to herself, I wonder why.
He reaches out and massages her breasts and she presses into his hands. Straightening up again he runs his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. "You want what's under here, don't you? Although that's not really a question, since we both know you want me to take you. The only question is where? Should I take you here, bent over the conference table? Or maybe move to the sofa, a little more comfortable. Or maybe I should bend you over my desk, push your skirt up and take you from behind, a true office fuck."
At his use of language, her eyes widen, and he hears the breath she inhaled and then pants out.
"You like that don't you?" Placing a hand on each of her shoulders he helps her stand. "You, Ms. Street, the most proper lady to grace a courtroom or any room, don't always want to be proper, do you?"
Turning them around to face the side of his desk, he turns her so she now has her back to him. He brings his one hand to her stomach, pressing her against him, she presses back further feeling his hardened member. His other hand brushing against each nipple. Taking his hands off her, he moves his head forward in order to whisper into her ear. "Do you want me to fuck you Ms. Street?"
Her only response is a moan.
"I'm sorry, you need to vocalize your answer." He says as he drops his loosened pants and boxers down to around his ankles. "What do you want?" He asks.
Hearing her swallow. She leans her head back "I want your cock." Those words are almost his undoing, but he regains control.
"Undo your garter clips, raise your skirt up around your waist, pull down your panties, bend over my desk and grip each side."
He stands there, allowing her to follow through with his orders. Watching her finish and bend over his desk causes him to stroke himself. Taking a second to admire how willingly she gives herself; he brings his hand around and touches her finally in the place she wants his touch the most.
"You look fantastic, amazing and" Rubbing against her clit, his fingers are coated in her need. "you're so ready for me. You really are so wanton" He practically growls out.
Positioning himself, he grips her hips and slides right into her. They both let out a moan at the immediate connection. He knows this won't take long. Perry thrusts hard into her a few times, bringing his hands up to massage her hanging breasts, her hands gripping his desk tightly.
"Please." She whispers out.
His one hand travels down her stomach, rubbing her clit, she starts pushing back on him. He pushes back into her and rubs faster.
"Perry." She pants out as she explodes around him.
Feeling her tense around him is all he needs, and his own release follows. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her back against him as much as he can until both of their spasms subside.
They hold their pose for a few minutes, letting the sensations wash over them until he slips out and she straightens up.
She excuses herself to the restroom, grabbing her clothes on the way as he pulls up his pants and puts his belt back in place.
A few minutes later she comes back, redressed, looking as if nothing happened.
Walking over to him, he extends his arm in an open invitation to embrace. She cuddles into his arms and their lips meet in a soft kiss.
"Della, I know you love to play the office wolf game sometimes but seriously calling me Mr. Mason when Tragg and Paul were here. I couldn't focus on anything they said after that."
Wrapping her arms around him tighter. "I'm sorry but it's been a while and honestly, I couldn't wait. Seeing you in court this morning, well anytime you're in court makes me remember how you could easily get anything you want from anyone and how take charge you really are."
Stepping away from him, he asks "Dinner out or in tonight?"
"I think I would prefer in. It's been a while since we could just relax if that's good with you."
Grabbing his tie off of the table. "Sounds wonderful." Closing his briefcase they walk towards her office to collect her things "Could you imagine if I actually was like that, an office wolf."
Stopping, she turns towards him. "Well if you were, I wouldn't have stayed longer than a day." Turning off the lights. "But it sure is fun to pretend."
The End
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