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The Case of the Superlative Secretary
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THE CASE OF THE SUPERLATIVE SECRETARY
by the bashful pervert
Perry Mason paced the length of the hotel room, hands clasped
behind his back, brow furrowed in thought. The rest of the world might as well
not have existed for him, for his attention was entirely turned inwards.
"Don't burn yourself out, Chief," said Della Street, lying on top of the
covers of the big double bed. "You need to relax, recharge yourself somewhat."
"What? Hang it, Della, I need to figure out what Ambrose is up to! I need
that more than I need relaxation. Ambrose and Jerome think they have us in a
trap. Well, I have to figure out how to spring the trap, grab the bait, and be
off whistling while they're still scratching their heads," Perry said.
"Otherwise, our client is in a hell of a jam."
Della sighed and lay back, putting a pillow under her head. "I know how you
love your work, Chief. And don't get me wrong, I feel bad for our client, too.
She's a good scout, and if anyone can get her off the spot, it's you."
Mason stopped in the middle of his pacing, and looked at Della. "Thanks,
Della. I need that vote of confidence. Hamilton Burger always thinks I have
something up my sleeve, and even Lieutenant Tragg isn't too sure that I'm not
cutting corners on this one."
"But Perry," Della said, taking his hand, "right now you can't do anything.
We can't leave the room without tipping off Ambrose, not until the morning.
You can't even call Paul Drake. I wish you would let me do more to help. I
can't keep up with the plans you're thinking of, but I can relax you so that
you can think more efficiently."
Mason grinned. "Hang it, Della! You know me too well. I
suppose I do need some relaxation. And you knew the exact way to convince me:
it's to the ultimate good of the client." He climbed onto the bed. "Well,
now, Della, what do you have in mind for this relaxation?"
Della smiled coyly and put a finger tipped with a pink nail to
her mouth. "Why don't you start by taking off that suit jacket? And that
vest. And that shirt?" Perry did as she suggested, smiling all the time.
"Mmmmm," said Della, running her hands through the thick curls
that covered the lawyer's chest. She placed her thumb on his nipple and made a
circular motion. "Lie down, Chief. No, face down. That's it." Hiking up her
skirt above her hose, she straddled Mason's legs, and placed her delicate hands
on his back.
She began kneading and massaging Perry's back, squeezing and
releasing folds of muscle. "Does that feel good, Chief?"
"Hm-mm!" Mason replied, sounding almost drowsy with pleasure.
"You're a life-saver, Della."
Della unbuttoned her blouse, and shrugged it off. Underneath the blouse, she
wore a black lace bra. Taking both hands away from her employer's back, she
took a moment to unsnap the back closure of the bra, and slip it off. She let
her pert, soft breasts brush against the areas she was massaging as she
continued her back-rub.
"Hmm!" Mason said. "What are you doing, Della? I can't quite
figure it out."
"You may find out," Della said. She leaned down over Perry's
back, letting her nipples rub against his skin, and gave him a demure little
kiss on the back of his neck. Enraptured by the fact that she at last had him
between her legs, even if it went no further than a backrub, she reached down,
lifted her skirt and stroked her swelling clitoris.
"Della," Mason said abruptly, "something is up."
"What do you mean, Chief?" Della asked, surprised at his apparent reading of
her mind. Then she wondered if perhaps he was referring to his own condition.
"I mean," Mason said, "something more than just a backrub is
afoot. I can smell it in the air."
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Chief, I --"
Mason abruptly rolled over, using his arms to lift himself up and turn in
place, still straddled by the fork of Della's thighs. "Don't be sorry, Della!
There's no need to be sorry." His grey eyes roved over her form, taking in her
shapely bared breasts, and the demure knee-length skirt that she had hiked up
to just an inch below her pubic triangle. As she looked into his grey eyes,
she swore that she saw them soften and smolder, and he spoke in a voice husky
with emotion. "You know, Della, you're the best damn secretary any man ever
had. But you know that you're more than a secretary to me, don't you?"
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"Oh, Perry," Della breathed.
"Della," he whispered, romantically. "I wish we'd done this so much sooner."
And so saying, he slid down the bed, cupping Della's bottom-cheeks in his hands
and pulling her pelvis down to his face.
Della, breathing heavily, hastily unbuttoned her skirt and tossed it aside, to
watch Perry's face between her legs, his mouth pressing to the mound that she
kept bare of pubic hair. She felt his tongue probing upwards, licking at her
juices. "Oh, Perry," she moaned, squeezing her left breast. "Oh, Perry,
that's so good." Perry made a sound that could have been agreement, but it was
too muffled for her to tell.
The lawyer continued his cunnilingus for some time, to his
secretary's delight. His lips plucked at her soft petals, causing her to sigh
and gasp in ecstatic delight. The forefinger of one hand dipped into, and out
of, and then into her private depths, and then came out again to slowly circle
her erect clitoris. Della arched her back and moaned. She took both breasts
in her hands and squeezed, throwing her head back and moaning. In her aroused
state, her mind's eye showed her licentious fantasies, naughty whorish
fantasies of servicing and being serviced not only by Perry, but by his
detective Paul Drake, Hamilton Burger the district attorney, Alexander Redfield
the ballistics expert, Jackson the law clerk of Perry's office....She was
trying to banish the mental image of fellating Lieutenant Tragg's handsome
nightstick when Perry slowed his ministrations.
"Oh, Perry," she crooned. "Oh, that was so good."
Perry grinned up at her. "You taste very good, Della."
Della grinned wickedly back at him. "Shall we see how you do in a
taste-test?" She turned around, ready to unzip him, to find that while he'd
been licking and fingering her, he'd also undone his pants and pushed them and
his boxers down, and had been pumping his shaft. "Gosh, Perry," she said, eyes
widening, "that's a big one!"
She put her lips to the tip of the lawyer's shaft and began
moving her head up and down on it lovingly. Meanwhile, Perry was spreading the
rounded cheeks of her bottom, admiring her feminine treasures, and lifted his
face up to lick and kiss her there again. Della cupped his heavy testicular
sac in her hands, and massaged his testicles gently up his shaft. Meanwhile,
her eager tongue was running in circles around the swollen head of Perry's
penis, until she heard him groan with pleasure, and felt his body spasm and
stiffen under her. She dipped her head far down, taking his penis just as far
into her mouth as it would go, and applying heavy suction as she pulled back up
again.
"Della," Perry groaned, "Della. Let me have you. All of you. I need you,
Della."
Della gave one last tongue-flicking to his purpled glans, and
then she rolled off of him, and lay beside him on the bed, spreading her thighs
to show him her engorged labia, to show him the juices that were glistening on
the edges of her cleft to lubricate his entrance. He quickly pulled off his
pants and boxers fully, and knelt between her thighs. She looked at him in
that moment to capture in her memory the full beauty of him -- stockily built
body, strong arms, strong,
well-muscled thighs, and the long, hard erection poised between her petals.
And with a gasp she took his hardness fully into her soft inner warmth.
"Oh, yes, Perry! Yes! Gosh!" she cried in the heat of passion. His pelvis
was pumping furiously, slewing his penis in and out of her. "Gosh! Perry! Do
me!"
"Talk dirty to me, Della," he breathed, bringing his hard
erection deep into her and out again. "Talk dirty!"
Della flushed, and closed her eyes. "Oh...Perry -- uhm...
oh!" She started to turn her head from side to side, feeling the orgasm
building within her. "Oh, God, I'm going to...to...come! Oh!
Unh...yes, baby...yes, that's it...I want you to h-h-HUMP me with your big..."
She gasped as the waves of pleasure surged within her. She brought her legs
up, wrapping them around Perry's waist. "Tool! Oh, yes...h-hump me with your
enormous TOOL....Oh, yes! Yes! Tits! Suck my tits! Hold my ass, Perry,
fondle my ass while you...p-p-prong me!" She arched her back, bringing her
erect nipples up for Perry to suck on. He captured one between his lips and
sucked hard while he pressed his penis deep into Della's tight tunnel and came,
ejaculating a warm flood inside her.
The sudden explosion of warmth and the almost painful pleasure of Perry's
sucking brought Della to orgasm at the same time. She mewled and tossed her
head from side to side, her legs jerked and impaled her deeper onto Perry's
shaft, her toes straightened by themselves and every inch of her body seemed to
be alive with pleasure. Perry was locked in his own orgasm, his hard erection
throbbing within her depths, still spurting jets of warm liquid deep in his
lover.
Finally, they lay there intertwined, still joined, holding each other through
the afterglow. Della whispered in the warmth of Perry's arms, enjoying the way
his chest hairs tickled her lips. "Gosh, Perry. I didn't even know I knew
some of those words."
Perry chuckled. "Della, you were incredible."
She hugged her head a little closer to his chest. "You mean
that, Chief?"
"Honest," Perry said. They lapsed into silence again.
As he lay there with Della's naked form beside him, it suddenly occurred to
him how he could get out from the hotel room without Ambrose or Jerome being
tipped off. But, being a man of sensitivity, he waited a decent half-hour
before mentioning it.
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