THE LAWYER
BY NJBLKLOVE
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I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes attorneys seem like assholes to most people, but the fact is that the first thing an attorney learns is to take care of "number one"--because no one else will. Nice guys win only in the movies. In real life, it's selfish fuckers like me that get the fame, the money and the best pussy that's out there just for the asking--as long as you don't let your conscience stand in your way.
This is a standard non-support case--low life husband in a nearby town, remarried, not paying support for his kids--no money, no assets--in other words, no chance to collect. But you are determined to make him suffer, and your money is as good as the next person's, so we spent an unsuccessful morning in court, then drove back to my office. We are discussing my fees, which you obviously don't have, and it seems to me that for payment. you are hinting at working out other payment arrangements.
I study you as we talk. You are 42, black medium length hair and sexy, flirty brown eyes that crinkled at the edges when you smile, which is often. I like that. I've found that women who smile easily spread their legs easily. You have huge, firm looking tits, a nice round, full ass and your legs are slender with shapely calves which are highlighted by your dark stockings and black high heels. Your full mouth is encircled with bright red lipstick, and you keep your lips glossy and inviting by running your tongue over them frequently. You are dressed in a cheap but stylish black full skirt and white jacket, ala K-Mart, with a semi see through white polyester blouse.
I'm in my 30's and have always had the
hots for older women, especially those like you, whose eroticism is
ill-concealed behind an exaggerated air of respectability. You repeated often,
as though assuring yourself, that you were a hard working, respectable mother of
two teens, and only wanted what was coming to you. I certainly knew what I
thought you had coming to you, and I promised myself to do my damndest to give
it to you before you left the office.
I get up and walk around and sit on the edge of my desk, not even bothering to hide the growing bulge in the front of my pants. Heredity was good to me, so the big bulge is not inconsequential, nor did you miss it. I tell you that I am open to suggestions regarding my fee, where, with a playful smile up at me, you slide your chair forward, wordlessly, and with a practiced hand, whip down my zipper, take my swollen balls in your right hand, and plunge my throbbing dickhead into the hot, delicious confines of your milking mouth without even the slightest hesitation. Your right forefinger finds the sensitive little spot right behind my balls, and the scraping of your long red fingernail almost causes me to lose my load spontaneously. I can barely control my voice when, with my spasming dick is making its acquaintance with your tonsils, I flick on the intercom and tell my secretary to hold all of my calls. I also flick the switch that activates the video camera and microphone hidden behind the full length mirror next to my desk. I stiffen up and take several deep breaths, finally regaining control just as my prostate gives a hard twitch and forces out part of my cum. Feeling the twitch, you pull away as the glob of cum oozes from the tip of my dick, then just as it is about to run down the underside of my long rock hard black shaft, you plunge it back into your mouth and suck as hard as you can, drawing the cum up from deep inside of me.
Though my head is swimming, I manage a smile. Ever the attorney, I realize that you have said nothing about what you want in return for your oral favors. We have no contract. If I want to be dirty--and right at the moment, it feels good thinking about letting you suck me for nothing--I can set whatever terms I want to and be within my legal rights. After all, the law is the law. But practically speaking, I'd have to come up with something to appease you. I think quickly. I was going to charge you $200.00. I mentally upped the bill to $300.00, and give you a $100.00 discount. That way, you would be happy, I'd get my money, and I'd get the physical and psychological pleasure of being a double winner in this deal with this living personification of my fantasies.
You are sucking my dick like a milking
machine now and the technique is unlike any I'd ever experienced. You fill your
mouth with saliva and with a slight in and out movement of your head coupled
with tremendous suction you are noisily surging the saliva back and forth around
my ultra sensitive dickhead. My wife hasn't been taking care of me, and the
tremendous load I'd built up, coupled with the unique sensations put me on the
verge, and you knew it. I stare at you in fascination. You are not just giving
me head--you are a professional dicksucker--a craftswoman without peer. And the
surprising thing is that you seem to be genuinely enjoying what you are
doing--you seem to be getting off as I approach orgasm.
As I watch your face with fascination,
watching my huge black dick slide between those red lips, you look up at me, and
as a thrill of guilt runs through me, you knowingly wink at me, pull me out of
your mouth and ask if you are doing it right. My hips involuntarily jerk
forward, trying to get it back in your mouth as I give you what I'm sure is a
strained smile and tell you, you are doing great. The stimulation of watching my
dick disappear into your smile as I compliment you. As the feeling rises from
deep between my legs, I order you to pull up your skirt so I can see your legs,
and you do it, without even missing a suck. A thrill lances through my loins
when I see that you are wearing tightly gartered nylons instead of pantyhose.
Nylons had been my secret fetish since I was a kid, and the fact that so few
women wore them anymore added to the thrill of seeing them on you. The thought
that you planned this whole episode from the beginning, right down to the nylons
excites me almost to cumming. With my left hand I reach down and grab a handful
of tit, and my right hand goes to the back of your head. I not going to let you
pull away at the last minute like my wife does--but somehow I sense that I dont
have to worry.
As my prostate begins to swell and the feeling begins climbing up toward the top of my swollen dick head, you grip my balls in a gentle but firm grip that seems to slow down the approaching orgasm. Your oral ministrations are extremely stimulating, but that strong but gentle hand has a calming effect and the two opposing feelings make the orgasm seem to take minutes to arrive. My heart rate seems to slow down and my heart thuds loudly in my chest as each suck moves me closer to cumming. Then suddenly I can't stand it anymore. I feel like the king of the world. Looking down at you from my desk, squeezing the monstrous titty in my left hand, I wind my hand in your hair and jerk your head back and forth, each time forcing more of my dick into your mouth until you are almost choking, but you never pull back. When you reach between your legs and begin playing with your pussy as I roughly jerk your head onto my dick, I can't believe what I am seeing. You are getting off on the rough treatment. I would like to experiment more, but the tremendous mental and physical stimulation pushes me over the top, and with almost painful spurts, I shoot a thick load of cum right down your throat, my dick unbelievably huge and swollen, the orgasm without a doubt the best I'd ever experienced in a woman's mouth. And as I ride the crest of the orgasm, you rub your clit vigorously and you reach an intense orgasm, moaning and groaning around my squirting dick, making it feel even better.
I collapse backward onto my elbows, basking in the after glow, my dick still twitching in your hand as you lick your lips and swallow the remains of my wad. Then, squeezing up the length of my dick, you force up a final drop of cum, and look at me, you tell me that this is the best, because it is the freshest, and you want to be sure and taste it. Then, squeezing the huge drip onto your tongue, you let me watch you spread it around your mouth and slowly and with a sensuous grin, swallow the entire thing. Then, as though not yet satisfied, you suck my dick clean of every last drop of cum, kiss my balls tenderly and sit back in your chair with a smile, rearranging your skirt, giving me a shot of your unpantied pussy before you drop the skirt primly into place.
I let my head drop back onto the desk, eyes closed, trying to regain my strength. I'd never had a blow job like that. You are a vampire-- you positively love cum. I glance at the clock and with shock realize that you sucked me for almost 20 minutes, and that we are almost through the lunch hour. Quickly, I refigure your bill. I'd need to get paid for that extra hour now, and--what the hell--you just had your lunch on me! I tack $50.00 dollars onto your bill. That will make it $350.00. But then I realize that you would probably bargain with me, so I throw on another $100.00 to give me something to work with, for a total of $450.00 less your discount. I'd just gotten paid $150.00 for shooting my wad down your throat! As I watch you fix your lipstick, I think about the glimpse of your hairy pussy I got as you pull your skirt down. I am still excited and the thought of fucking this 'respectable' mother of three makes my dick start to rise up again. I didn't bother to put it away. Well, Mrs. Jackson, that was great--you certainly have talent--but now there's the matter of your bill."
Well, of course, you expected that the entire bill would be forgiven based on your performance, but I give you a lecture on overhead, travel fees, etc., then make my pitch for the discount. But before I do it, a perverse streak causes me to quote you $550.00 as my bill to see what you will say. You seem highly pissed, but I point out that I'd done a lot of research before we'd gone to court. I gently explain to you that just because you assumed that I'd dismiss the whole bill didn't constitute a contract because we'd had no discussion beforehand. Then I ask you what you thought your services had been worth. Just as I thought, you undervalue them--obviously low self esteem--and you quote $100.00. I could have backed you down, but I have another plan in mind. I accept your offer, and generously knock off another $50.00 to show good faith. That term always gets them, even though it means nothing in this case. Now we are down to $400.00.
You cheer up a lot now. I then offer you a chance to knock the bill down another $50.00 if I can fuck you--and I say it just like that. You act as though the very words turn you on. But, believe it or not, you are getting bolder, and come back with sure I will for $100.00. We finally settle on $75.00. I am on a roll, and I could get you down to $50.00--but, what the hell--I'm not totally without a conscience! You are great. Sopping wet and as tight as a teenage girl, my hat is off to the doctor who took the stitches. And 15 minutes later, with you on your back on my desk, me standing on the floor and hammering my dick straight up into your pussy, your nylon covered legs draped over my shoulders so I can get maximum penetration--I like my money's worth--with my huge black dick being swallowed whole by your hairy, milking pussy, my wife calls on my office phone.
Without missing a stroke in your sweet juicy pussy, I tell my wife I'd be home early, and that she should get ready so we could go out for an early dinner--that I am starved. When she asked if I was having a good day, I almost laughed. I had just gotten The best blowjob of my life, fucking my fantasy--an older woman--on my office desk, and having her pay me an extra $125.00 for the privilege--I guess you could call that the perfect day, if there is such a thing. And it became even more perfect when I hung up the phone, as I am pumping more an more cum deep down inside your uterus, as you shriek in orgasmic pleasure and clench your nylon covered legs behind my back, doing your best to impale yourself on my spurting dick, And when I pull it out and make you lick it clean, you do it without a word of complaint--in fact, you try to suck me off again, and I have to push you away. Hell, I was done giving discounts for the day!!