6 comments/ 27129 views/ 11 favorites A Hot Lawyer - Oral Arguments By: EnCarta Ben's wife was not amused by his sexual antics the night of her birthday. After two nights on the couch Ben was allowed to return to the bedroom but the climate there was definitely chilly and that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. In the office the day to day routine went on as usual. There was no reference by Ms. Jackson or Roxanne to the little warm up event they had treated him to before they sent him home to celebrate with Clare. This suited Ben perfectly because he was finding it hard enough to make any brownie points at home without the distraction of his sexy colleagues waylaying him at work. It was about two weeks after the 'birthday' that Roxanne told Ben that Ms. Jackson wanted him in conference room L-4 at 5:00 o'clock and that he should expect to be tied up for an hour or so, maybe a little more. There was nothing unusual about the circumstances so Ben appeared on time at L-4 as requested. When he entered the room he was a little surprised by the setting. L-4 was one of the more casual meeting rooms. There were two or three small tables that would seat groups of four or six people as well as a couple of comfortable couches and chairs. Ms. Jackson was sitting at one end of one of these couches. On the other end sat an attractive young lady. He would soon be introduced and find out that she was Mrs. Sarah Goldstein. Sarah looked to be in her late twenties / early thirties and was wearing dark framed glasses. Her hair was black and turned into an elaborate coil on the back of her head. She was wearing a grey cashmere sweater, pearls, a dark pleated skirt and medium heels. Her hands were folded on her knees. Although she was sitting very primly in her seat there was an air of barely contained excitement about her. She was a pretty woman but Ben was more interested in the array of technology that was set up in front of her. There were two video cameras on tri-pods set back about twelve feet from the couch and directed at Sarah diagonally from her left and her right. There was a sound boom overhead and two or three of those umbrella light reflectors you saw in photo studios. There were also tele-prompters standing beside the cameras and behind the couch. A significant bundle of cables ran across the floor and over to a nearby table. There, Roxanne was fiddling with a control board and a couple of monitors. Ben wondered if Sarah might be there to be interviewed about her 'soon to be released' children's book or something. "Ben. You're right on time..." Ms. Jackson said, without getting up. "This is Sarah Goldstein, a client of ours. She's been looking forward to meeting you. Sarah, this is Ben Clark." "Hello Ben." "Hello Mrs. Goldstein." "Oh please Ben. You must call me Sarah." "Sure...Fine...Sarah." Ms. Jackson continued with her introduction. "Ben. Sarah recently was granted a divorce from Mr. Goldstein and we were able to obtain what, I think it would be fair to say, is a fairly handsome settlement." "You're being very modest Vickie. I swear that Ben left that court room with a tear in his eye. Oh sorry Ben..." Sarah said turning her smile towards Ms. Jackson's assistant. "Coincidentally my husband, ex-husband's, name is Ben too. That's part of the reason I was so interested in meeting you. Ben just stood there with a polite smile on his face, wondering where this was all going. Ms. Jackson continued... "Sarah has been through a very trying time but we have finally reached a reasonable conclusion to the legal end of matters. But, as is often the case in a messy divorce, there are still emotional issues to come to terms with. That's why I asked you to come up Ben. I think you can help. I'll let Sarah explain." Sarah took a deep breath and then turned her full attention to Ben "Thank you Victoria. Mr. Clark, let me give you just a little history. My husband Ben is considerably older than I am, older and very wealthy. We were married seven years ago and for the first five years everything went along just fine. We had a little girl and a very good relationship, including a satisfying sex life. Nothing fancy but still good." "Then, about two years ago, the trouble started. All of a sudden Ben got this fixation about oral sex. He wanted me to give him a blow job. Nothing else would do. He wanted me to go down on him and he wouldn't stop. We had been perfectly happy up until them. I don't know what got into him." "Every day, day after day, he told me he wanted me to get down on my knees and do him. Now I had made it very clear from day one that I wasn't that kind of girl. I was perfectly willing to go to bed with him, to make love like two normal, healthy people but that I wasn't going to do oral sex with him." To Ben this was beginning to sound unnervingly like his own marriage. "He tried bullying me and harassing me and painting me out to be some kind of ice queen. But it wasn't like that. I thought he was being completely selfish but he didn't want to hear anything like that from me." "After about six months of constant battling it all stopped. I mean no more demands for oral sex, no more sex, period. I thought he had come to his senses and that soon we would get back to the normal routine we had had before." "I guess I was a little naïve at that point. I soon found out that things weren't ever going to be the same again. It turns out that Ben had started seeing one on my gym buddies, Mitzi Roth. Mitzi had gone through her own divorce about a year prior to this. The first thing she did when she got her settlement was go out and get a new pair of boobs. Then she went on a manhunt. It was common knowledge around the gym that she had snagged a hot one. But I had no idea at first that it was my Ben." "But it wasn't long until I found out. He didn't make the least effort to be discreet about it. The next thing I know I'm hearing that Mitzi is on his arm at the charity events that we used to go to. And I guess that's because she wasn't as squeamish as I was about getting on her knees for him." "So I confronted him and he didn't even bother to try and deny it. He told me he was going to move in with her because 'she understood what a man needs'. And his lawyer is telling him he can get a divorce from me on the grounds of 'mental cruelty' and he won't have to pay me a cent." "So that's when I came to see Victoria. When I told her what Ben had done and how he had threatened me, she said that he was sadly mistaken if he thought her could trade me in for a new model just like that. He could walk away if he wanted to but it was going to cost him." "And she was right of course. I don't think Ben had any idea how much it was going to cost him. But now he knows and I'm happy for that. Now I don't want you to think I'm some kind of a vindictive bitch. But my husband, ex-husband, is a very wealthy man, as I said before. In fact he can easily afford to support two families. Oh he'll moan about what he has to pay for a while but then he'll just go on doing what he wants to do, completely oblivious to all the pain and humiliation he has caused me." "So there's something else that I'd like. I'd like to hurt him just a little bit, the way that I've been hurt. I talked about all this with Victoria and she came up with what I think is a wonderful idea. I would like my Ben to see me giving the blow-job he always wanted, but not to him of course. I'd like to send him a picture of me going down on someone, just to let him know what he might have had if he'd been a little more compassionate, a little more understanding." "I know it's kind of strange but Victoria said you were a very principled young man and that you might be just the person to help me. I want you to let me give you a blow job Ben. It's something I've never done before. But Vickie showed me a couple of videos and she said she can walk me through it." " I know it's an unusual request and I would be perfectly happy to pay you. Not like you are some kind of male hooker or something. I don't mean anything like that. It's just I know a lawyer's time is expensive and I'm not trying to get something for nothing. Oh God!... This is very awkward... I hope you understand..." Sarah said with a faltering voice, the blood suffusing her cheeks with an embarrassed glow. Ben just stood there not sure he had heard this young woman right. She wanted to give him a blow job!? He didn't even know her...and she didn't know him. Things like this just didn't happen. Certainly not to him. And there was the whole issue of the fact that he was married... to Clare. Why did he keep getting put in such compromising situations. If Sarah wanted a video of the occasion then how could he be sure that Clare wouldn't someday find out about it or worse, even see it. "Ms. Jackson...Could I speak to you for a minute?..." Ben asked sheepishly. "Certainly..." Vickie got up and led Ben over to the far side of the conference room. Before Ben could say anything she said... "I know it's kind of unusual Ben but Sarah's husband really has been a proper bastard. If doing this will give the poor woman some closure to the matter then I don't think it's so very much to ask." "It may not seem like much to you Ms. Jackson but you know that I'm trying to stay faithful to my wife. And we're going through kind of a rough patch right now. I just get the feeling that she somehow knows whenever I do something that crosses the line. Can you understand?" "Listen Ben. Stop being such a candy ass! Mrs. Goldstein is a very important client. She's not asking you to commit any crime and neither am I. When you joined this office I thought you understood that you were here to be a team player. So I need you to get on board with this. Otherwise..." and here Victoria's little hand darted into Ben's crotch and closed compellingly on his balls... "Otherwise I can make things very..." she said, tightening her clenched fist... "very..." she purred, deliberately grinding his tender spheres together..." uncomfortable for you around here. Do you understand me?.." A cold sweat erupted on Bens brow as his boss mashed his nuts together. A blinding nausea was sweeping through his groin and it didn't look like Ms. Jackson was going to let up on him until she got the answer she wanted. "Ahhhh!...O. K.!...O. K.!...Please!...Let gooo!...I'll do it!..." Ben whispered, rocking back and forth on unsteady legs. He thought he was going to pass out. "Is everything all right?...Ben will you help me?..." It was Sarah asking with a concerned look on her face. "Smile and nod Ben!...Smile and nod!...Do It!..." Victoria hissed, giving his nuts a vicious twist to hasten his response. Ben turned his head towards Sarah and gave her a feeble grin. Then Vickie released his cringing testicles. "Oh yesss!..." he hissed and Sarah gave him a pleased smile in return. Ms. Jackson too gave him an encouraging smile. "That's fine Ben. I knew you would do the right thing in the end. Now why don't you step over by the cameras and wait there for a minute. You can start thinking happy thoughts while we finish getting things set up. I'll let you know when we're ready for you." And with that Vickie reached up and caressed Ben's face with her cool palm before she went back and resumed her position on the couch opposite Sarah. Ben then realized that she was sitting just out of the cameras' view. Vickie put on one of those headsets with a microphone. She explained to Sarah as she did so... "This is a sound isolator. It will make it possible for Roxie to remove my voice from the sound track of the recording. She'll also add some mood music to enhance the finished product. You can do that can't you Rox?..." "Piece of cake..." said the tall blonde, still adjusting her controls. "We've taken the liberty of writing some dialogue for you both that will appear on the tele-prompters. Sarah's lines are in red and Ben's are in blue." "Now Sarah, this is your message to you ex-husband so feel free to say anything you want to him. But if you get stuck you can take a quick look at the prompters for ideas." "You too Ben. You should both be spontaneous but we don't want too much dead air. I'll be making suggestions of my own as well. But Sarah, I won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise. Now remember both of you, eyes open and smile. You're having fun!" "So Roxie...If you're ready?..." "Just a second..." Ben noticed the room lighting dim a little while the light focused on the couch grew just a little brighter. A small red light on top of each camera blinked on. "O.K. Let's do it..." Roxie said. Victoria nodded toward Sarah and the dark haired woman turned her eyes toward the tele-prompter next to the camera to her right. Smiling warmly she began... "Hello Ben. I imagine you're a little surprised to be hearing from me like this. But now that our divorce is final there are one or two things I want you to know." "First, it was never about the money. I think you should know that. I would have happily settled for much less. It's unfortunate you didn't want to discuss the matter with me before you went running to your up-town lawyer. But there it is." "Next, I want to say that I forgive you for running off with that skanky tramp Mitzi Roth. I hope you'll be very happy with her and her fake tits for as long as she'll put up with you. But, just a friendly warning dear, I wouldn't be surprised if you come home to clean sheets every time you return from one of your business trips. You might want to keep an eye out for that." "And there's just one more thing. It's about that blow job you always wanted. If you had been a little more loving, a little more patient, I would have done it for you. I may have even grown to like it. Well, in fact, I'll be honest. Since you left me I've become a different person Ben. Different in so many ways. One way, which I think you'll find interesting, is that I have developed a certain talent for giving head." "I realize you might find that a little hard to believe. So I've asked a friend of mine to stop by so I can show you my new skill. I think you'll be impressed. His name is Ben by the way. The same as yours. Isn't that ironic?..." Sarah said with a girlish giggle. Ben was amazed at how totally at ease this young woman seemed in this very clinical setting. "And here he is now. Right on time. Hi Ben. It's good to see you." Ben hesitated and Victoria said..." Take your mark Ben. In front of Sarah." Ben looked down and saw a piece of duct tape on the floor immediately in front of Sarah's knees. He took a deep breath and walked over to his position. He glanced at the monitor behind the couch and started to read... "Hi Sarah. Of course I'm on time. You know how much I love it when you go down on me..." 'Oh God...' he thought, hardly able to believe he could say such a thing to a total stranger. "Well aren't you sweet. Now I know you told Clare you'd be home early. Are you sure she's not going to suspect something if you're a little late?" Ben was aghast when he heard Sarah mention his wife. But there it was printed plainly on the tele-prompter. This had to be Ms. Jackson's doing. He didn't know what to say so he just continued reading. "Well. She was a little upset. It is her birthday after all. But when you called me this morning and said you needed a partner for this recording, and that it was going to involve some serious oral sex, well... you had me when you said 'oral'. I haven't been able to think about anything else all day." "Oh my Ben. You'll make me blush. I hope I can live up to your expectations. Well let's get started so you can get home to your lovely bride. Why don't you loose those pants and shorts. Hang them up somewhere so they don't get all wrinkled. Wives notice that kind of thing." As Ben started to awkwardly undo his pants, Sarah went to take off her glasses but Victoria stopped her..."Don't...Leave the glasses on. And use this...". She held out a bottle of lip sheen. Sarah reached over outside the field of view of the camera and took it from her. She pulled out the applicator and started to apply a thick layer of the brilliant red gloss. Ben watched her and was amazed that this simple make-up adjustment seemed to transform Sarah from a modest librarian to an alluring temptress. Ben folded his pants as he had been told and put them on a stool behind him. The he stepped back to his line Sarah handed the lip gloss back to Vickie while staring with great interest at Ben's fully exposed organ. His cock was completely flaccid and hung loosely at his loins. She glanced toward the camera and then back at Ben's crotch as if inviting her husband to enjoy the view with her. "You have such a gorgeous cock Ben. I love to feel it getting hard in my mouth. I want to do you every way you can think of. Why don't you let me suck your balls to start." Ben had absolutely no idea what to do. "Put one foot up on the couch beside her..." Vickie instructed. Ben did what she had said. "Umm Hmm!....That's it!...A little closer..." Sarah purred looking up at Ben with an encouraging smile. Ben shuffled his feet to move a little closer. "Pinch his knob with your thumb and forefinger, lift it up and get in there and lick his balls..." Victoria instructed. And that's what Sarah did. Holding his cock up, Sarah leaned way forward and started washing Ben's balls with the flat of her tongue like she was eating an ice cream cone. "Ohhhh..." Ben groaned quietly. The blood started to rush into his prick at the feel of Sarah's lewd ministrations. "Now turn your head and suck his lower ball into your mouth. And keep at him with your tongue..." Vickie prompted. Sarah did. She must have been quite limber to get her head turned up under him like that. She slurped half of his hairy nut bag into her mouth with an audible ...'Shluckk!'. "Ohh Goddd!..." Ben moaned again as the moist heat of her mouth bathed his responsive flesh. "Beautiful. You're getting to him now. Now open up and get both his balls in your mouth. You don't have to suck them. Just close your mouth on him and use your tongue on them..." "Umm Hmm!...Ummm!..." This time it was Sarah who was doing the moaning. She seemed to be enjoying herself. And why not. Ben's cock was almost standing up by itself now as he responded to her skilful teasing. "Now hum something..." Sarah cut her eyes questioningly towards Vickie. "Anything...I don't know...'The Star Spangled Banner'!..." And so Sarah started with a husky..."Mm mm mm mmm mmm mmm!... Mm mm mm mmm mmm mmm!...Mm mm mmm mm mm mmmm!...etc." Ben stiffened up all over when she did that. The throaty vibration of Sarah's humming sent electric shock waves of excitement crashing through his loins. Glancing at the monitor he gasped... "Oh God Sarah!... You...you do that so well!...Umm!... Nobody sucks my balls as good as that!...Only you!...Ahhh!...Yess!..." Sarah kept at it for a few long moments more and then she backed off her task long enough to look over at her monitor and ask..."Am I as good as your wife?...As Clare?..." Ben was shocked to hear himself reading..."Don't stop!...Clare would never do that for me Sarah...She hardly ever goes down on me..." in fact she never went down on him... "and when she does she isn't nearly as good as you!...She couldn't be!... Nobody gives head like you do!...Oh please baby!...Go back and do it some more!..." Sarah seemed poised to do just that but Vickie said..."Don't!...Look up at him...Smile... Now slowly...reach in with your right hand and close it around the base of his shaft... Pull him down a little...Yes!...Hold it to your lips like it's a microphone...That's it!... Perfect!...Read your lines...Smile...Eyes up...Ben put your foot back on the floor..." A Hot Lawyer - Oral Arguments "I think it's time we got on with main event don't you Ben? It may be your wife's birthday but it looks like you have a present for me don't you? Have you got something for me if I suck it real good baby? Something hot and wet! You know I love the taste of your come! Let me suck on the head a little and we'll see what happens." And saying that Sarah slipped her lips around Ben's knob, siphoning his crimson helmet into her mouth." "Ahhhh!...Goddd yesss!..." Ben moaned as the heat of Sarah's leeching suck surrounded him. "Use your tongue on him but gently, easy, we don't want him to come too quick." So Sarah contented herself with applying a soft suction to Ben's rigid tool. He closed his eyes with excitement but Victoria snapped..."Open your eyes Ben...Read your lines..." "Oh God Sarah...That's so sweet!...You're making me start to leak...Can you taste it?... Your mouth feels so good...Keep doing that and I'll give you a present!... Something you'll really like!..." "Mmm Hmm!..." Sarah responded hoarsely. "Now Sarah...Take his hips and pull him into your mouth...only as far as you're comfortable... then ease him out...get a rhythm going...keep your mouth loose on him and your tongue sliding along the underside of his prick...Don't try and swallow all the juices...Let them ooze out onto your chin. It'll look great on tape and guys love a really sloppy blow job..." Sarah did as she was told. She started bobbing her head back and forth and, incredibly, was able to take about three quarters of his length without any problem. But if Sarah wasn't having any problem, the same could not be said for Ben. He wasn't lying when he said earlier that his wife wouldn't go down on him. And the sensation of Sarah's mouth sliding up and down his tumescent length was making his come churn for release. He tightened up his butt in an effort to try and hold it back. Glancing towards the monitor he read... "Ahhh!... Sarah!...Oh Goddd!...How can you do that!...So goodd!...You look like a... Nahhh!.. an angel but you suck cock like a two bit whore...Oh Yesss!...Do ittt!...Just like that!...Yesss!..." But Vickie interrupted... "Alright Sarah stop!...Back off him...Look up!...Smile!...Bring your hands up and fold them together behind your head...Lean a little closer...Lines you two..." "Clare won't let you fuck her mouth will she Ben?...But you can fuck my mouth...I want you to!...Fuck my mouth like it was my pussy Ben!...Fuck it until you can't hold it any more!...Fuck my mouth and come down my throat!..." "Oh Godd Sarah!...Clare never says anything when we're making love....When you talk dirty to me like that I feel like I might loose it before I even get it back in your mouth!..." "You like that?...You want me to be your dirty girl Ben?...Tell you how much I love to suck your dick?...You like it when I ask you to fuck my mouth?...I want you to come in my mouth baby and when you do, don't even think about taking it out!...I'm gonna' swallow every drop!..." "Oh sweeet Jesus!..." Ben moaned "I can talk like that all night long if that's what you want Ben?... Whatever you want!... I'm going to suck you until there's nothing left for that little wife of yours!...I promise you that!.. Happy birthday Clare!...You can blow out the candles and I'll blow your husband!..." Sarah purred with a lecherous grin. Then she parted her scarlet lips into a lewdly tempting 'O'. The tip of her tongue traced her upper lip invitingly. "Go on Ben..." Vickie instructed. Ben reached out with his hands towards Sarah's shoulders. "Don't Ben!...You're hands will be in the way of the shot...Put them behind your back... Or give me one. I'll steady you...Now, don't force her to take any more that she has already. But you can go as fast you want." Ben wasn't going to argue. Taking Vickie's extended hand for balance, he reached down with his free hand and bent his cock down far enough that he could slip the head between Sarah's parted lips. Then he leaned over a little at the waist and hunched his hips forward. His eager tool disappeared into the suckling warmth of her mouth. "Mmmff!..." Sarah moaned gutturally. "Ahh Yesss!..." Ben gasped. He pulled it out but then quickly thrust it back in. "Mmmm!..." Sarah moaned again. There was something about the way she was posed with her hands clasped behind her head. It made her look kind of helpless and that somehow made it even more exciting for Ben to jam himself in and out of her upturned face. So that's what he did. "Mmm!...Mmm!...Mmm!..." was the sound that Sarah uttered as Ben started fucking her mouth with real enthusiasm. She kept her mouth loose on him like Vickie had suggested so there was pretty much a continuous stream of goo dripping down her chin. Ben was going faster all the time. He couldn't help himself. And he was having trouble not driving himself into Sarah's throat. His balls were excruciatingly taut and the buzzing excitement at the root of his shaft was almost unbearable. "Talk to her Ben! Tell her how it feels. If you're getting close you should tell her. Look at your lines!" "Oh Godd Sarah!...I can't take much more!...You're mouth feels like butter around my cock!...Nahh!...So goodd!...You're gonna' make me do it!...It's!...It's!...I'm... soon... I...I'm..." Ben gasped. And then Sarah surprised everyone. She undid her hands from behind her head, reached out for Ben's hips and stopped his eager thrusting. She tilted her face up towards him so that her eyes were focussed directly on his. Then she eased her mouth down his shaft. She went way down on him. Down until his cock head nudged the entrance to her throat. She leaned towards him even more, pushing his knob into the narrow opening of her aesophagus. "Nahhh!...Oh shittt!..." Ben gasped as Sarah's nose nuzzled gently into his pubic hairs. Then a droning, gargling noise issued from her slightly parted lips. "Aughhhhhhhhh!..." She was humming on Ben again but in a much throatier tone now that his engorged knob was nudging the entrance to her throat To Ben it felt like his cock crown had been hooked up to a car battery. The way Sarah's throat was vibrating around the most sensitive part of his tool was electrifying. His whole body went rigid, including his balls, which felt like they had pulled up into his stomach. After a very long moment Sarah had to yank her head off his quivering pole. Her eyes burned up into Ben's as she panted... "You like that Ben?....Does that feel good?...Want me to make you come like that?..." "Oh Godd!...Yess!...Don't stop!..." Ben pleaded. "My Godd!...Better take a deep breath while you can Sarah!...I've never seen a cock look so ready!...It looks like you could cut glass with it!..." Vickie hissed from off camera. Ben glanced over to see his boss's eyes riveted to his gleaming erection But his eyes snapped back down into his groin as Sarah went back down on him, taking him all the way and starting to hum on him again. Ben tried to hold it back. He really did. But there was no way he could withstand Sarah's determined oral attentions. "Nahhh!...Ahh!...Shittt!...It'sss...I'mmm...Ahhh!...Cominggg!..." he cried, literally bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet as the tension in his loins became unbearable. And then his balls kicked and a fiery jet of come exploded down Sarah's encouraging throat. She was so far down him that she didn't even taste that first bolt of sperm. But she could tell he was coming. He started shaking and shuddering uncontrollably. She immediately pulled off him enough to control her gag reflex while still keeping his spewing dick in her mouth. "Look up at him Sarah!...Big eyes!...He comes so much!..You're surprised by how much there is!...Surprised and pleased!...Let him see it in your eyes!..." "Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." Sarah enthused, gently jogging her little fist at the base of Ben's cock to encourage his release. His come didn't taste bad at all. Almost like a Chai Latte from Starbucks. She was surprised. "Ahhh Goddd!...Sarah!...You are...Ahhh!...so!...Unnn!...amazing!..." Ben groaned, half reading and half gasping what he really felt. The come was rushing out of him in what felt like a molten rush. "Alright Sarah!...Squeeze him off!...Take him out!...Like we talked about before!..." Ben was so caught up in his orgasm he didn't really notice what Vickie had said. But he sure as hell noticed it when Sarah gripped the base of his cock in a vice like clasp, choking off his flow in mid-stream. "Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Sarah!...What are you?...Nooo!...Don't!...Please!...Let me come!..." Ben gasped, looking down at the lovely dark haired woman in disbelief. He went to reach down with his free hand to get her to let him go. "Don't!..." Vickie hissed, turning his wrist over and bending it back sharply. This unexpected move made Ben catch his breath and stopped him from interfering with Sarah's wicked ministrations. The seated young divorcee had taken her mouth off him and was looking up at Ben over his hugely distended organ. A sly smile curled her lips. She looked incredibly sexy with her flushed cheeks, her lipsticked smeared mouth and a thick coating of frothy goo dripping down her chin. "Look at your lines! Both of you!..." Vickie directed. "Who's a better cock sucker Ben?...Me or your wife?..." "You are Sarah!...You're an incredible cock sucker!...Your husband was a fool to walk out on you...from that mouth of yours...Oh Goddd!..." Ben gasped in growing desperation. "Please Sarah!...You've got to let me come...It's starting to hurt!..." "In a second baby!...It'll be even better if I make you wait for it, I promise!... I want you to come on my face Ben!...Will you do that for me?...Shoot it all over my face!... It'll be so hot!...You'll see!!..." "Yess!...Goddd!...Please!...Whatever!..." Ben cried as his balls churned sickeningly in his groin. "You're doing great Sarah!...Look into his eyes...Smile...Keep your eyes open...Now let him go!..." "Oh good!... "Sarah enthused as if Vickie hadn't said anything. "Look at me Ben!...Watch me while you come all over me!..." she purred, letting go of the fierce grip she had on the root of his cock. There was a moment when nothing happened. Ben groaned anxiously, fearful that Sarah's aggressive squeeze had been too effective and that he had lost the ability to come. But then his balls gave an excruciating lurch once more. A pearly rope of sperm splattered over Sarah's cheek, across her glasses and up into her raven black hair. This first jet was followed by another and another, all of which Sarah directed into her smiling face. "Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Goddd!..." Ben cried as his jism exploded from his tool in a fiery torrent. Sarah looked incredible as she urged him to plaster her face with thick ribbons of his creamy sperm. "Now finish him off in your mouth!...Jack him off with short strokes while you suck it out of him!..." Sarah slipped his knob back between her ovalled lips and began to nurse on him. "Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Ohhh!.." Ben groaned as Sarah followed Ms. Jackson's instructions with enthusiasm. "Mmm!...Mmm!...Mmm!..." Sarah moaned happily. Her avid suck and her determined masturbation coaxed a seemingly endless stream of come from Ben's balls. "Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Easy!...Easy!..Sarah!...Goddd!..." Ben gasped as the seated beauty continued to assault his inflamed tool. She sucked his knob so slavishly that her cheeks inverted and you could see the outline of his knob pulsing through them. Then she yanked her pursed lips off him with a gasping..."Mwahh!.." She'd jack the root of his tool, go back down on him and repeat the process..." Mwah!... Mwah!... Mwah!..." "Nahhh!...Sarah!...Stopp!...Enough!...Please!..." Ben finally groaned as her tireless cock sucking made his empty balls twitch painfully. Sarah stopped bobbing her head on him, took her mouth off him and gave him a radiant smile. "More Ben! I want it all!..." she enthused as she darted her lips back around his crimson cock crown. She inhaled his twitching knob back into her mouth, inhaling every drop of come she could squeeze out of him. "Nahh!...Ahhhh!...Ahhh!..." Ben whimpered as Sarah coaxed the last dregs of sperm up from his aching testicles. "Sarah!... Vickie said. "Don't swallow it all yet. Ease your mouth off him. Keep your lips parted. Let a little leak out of the corner of your mouth...That's it... Now lick that up with your tongue... Hold his cock next to your face....That's it!...Let your ex see you holding it as you finish up..." Vickie said. Ben watched in awe as Sarah's come smeared tongue darted playfully around the corner of her mouth. Vickie continued... "Now look right at the camera. Close your lips, raise your head a little and swallow... slowly....Oh that's good...Now smile and a big wink at the camera...Very nice!...Now your lines...And keep looking at the camera..." "Did you like that baby? Am I a good little come slut?" "Jesus Sarah! You're too much! You've ruined me now! Whenever Clare takes me in her mouth I'll be thinking about you!! I've never come so hard in my life! ..." Ben read from the tele-prompter but meaning every word of it. "Aren't you sweet Ben. But I must look a mess with your come all over my face. My God I'm really covered in it!..." Sarah said with a coy smile as she gracefully swiped her fingers across her cheeks and then licked the dollops of cream off her fingers. "You look totally awesome Sarah! Incredibly sexy! I'll always remember the way you look right now!..." Ben said. "Does Mitzi blow you like that Ben? Is she as good as me? Does she swallow it and ask for more? I hope so. You've paid an awful lot for the privilege." "Anyway. That's all I really want to say Ben. I hope you enjoyed seeing the blow job you always wanted. It could have been yours but.... Just think, if you'd been a better man you could have had me down on my knees whenever you wanted. Instead I guess you'll just have to picture me like this..." And with that Sarah brought the tip of Ben's cock to her lips and planted a long, sloppy kiss on it, her eyes dancing wickedly into the camera the whole time. Everyone seemed to be frozen in that position for a long time and then Roxie said... "That's great! I've got it all. Good job everyone." Sarah visibly relaxed on the couch and gently released Ben's cock without looking at him. Roxie came over with two face towels and handed them over to Sarah. Vickie scooted over on the couch and put her arm around the lovely divorcee. Sarah was now staring off distractedly into space as she wiped her mouth with one of the towels "Roxie can have the disc produced in three or four days. We'll look at it together just to be sure it's what you want and what you want to do. Personally I think your ex-Ben is getting exactly what he deserves. Once he's sees this he'll realize how stupid he's been and what a mistake he made treating you so badly. Believe me Sarah, there's nothing wrong with getting even." Sarah looked at Vickie with a forced smile. "I hope you're right Victoria. It's probably best to sleep on it for a couple of days anyways." Nobody was paying the least bit of attention to Ben. And he wasn't feeling all that comfortable standing around, naked from the waist down, with all the excess come getting crusty in his pubes. "Well if there's nothing else I can do I guess I'll get out of here..." he said awkwardly as he grabbed his pants and started putting them on. Vickie looked at him with a small smile. "Thank you Ben. I hope we haven't kept you too late. Get a good night's sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow. Sarah looked over at him but it was obvious she wasn't really seeing him. "Goodbye Ben..." she said quietly before turning her eyes away from him. "Ahhh!...Goodbye Sarah...It's been a pleasure...I mean...thank you...or rather..." "Good night Ben. Drive safe..." Ms. Jackson said firmly. "Ummm...Yeah..." Ben mumbled as he got himself dressed and half way presentable. For some reason, he had no idea why, his cheeks were flushed crimson with embarrassment as he left the conference room. When he got home Ben tried hard to forget about what had happened at the office and to pay attention to his wife. For the most part he was successful and he vowed to himself to be a better husband. A couple of nights later Clare allowed him to make love to her once more. There was nothing particularly momentous about the event but it did signal to Ben that for the moment he was out of the dog house. The following week, on Thursday night, was their five and a half year anniversary. Ben decided to try and ingratiate himself with his wife even further. He made a reservation at the trendy 'La Saucisse' for dinner and booked a romantic room with a view at the downtown Hyatt. Clare was surprised when he told her about it. At first she protested that she was probably going to be too tired and that they couldn't afford to go out like that. But in the end she got all dressed up and as they drove downtown Ben could tell that she was very pleased. They had a wonderful dinner, great food, lots of wine. The hotel had an intimate little jazz bar where they stopped in afterwards. Ben convinced Clare to have one cognac and eventually another one as they danced close together in the little lounge. Finally they made their way back to the room. Once inside Clare immediately started peeling off her dress while she and Ben engaged in a sloppy kiss. Eventually they had to come up for air. Clare told Ben to turn down the bed and wait for her before she turned and weaved her way unsteadily towards the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing a sheer white 'baby doll' nightie and matching thong panties. Ben had stripped down to his black 'Calvin Klein's'. When he saw her, Ben got up, picked Clare up and laid her down gently in the middle of the bed. He straddled her prone figure and resumed the feverish tongue duel that they had been enjoying when they came in. Ben could tell that Clare was getting pretty hot. And in truth so was he. He was painfully hard and looking forward to making love to his wife. But there was something he wanted to do first. He removed his lips from hers and moved down until his mouth was hovering over her heaving chest. He pulled aside the gauzy material of her nightie and then went to work on her swollen, apple sized tits. Clare groaned as he sucked slavishly on her puffy nipples. The next part was going to be tricky but Ben was determined to try. He moved further down the bed until his face was poised just above his wife's loins. Without hesitation, he gently pulled Clare's thong to one side. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to her rounded mons. He turned his face gently against her and he felt her legs part just a little bit for him. "Ben?...What are you..?...Sweetie?..." Clare asked in a slurred whisper. Ben had made sure she'd had plenty to drink over the evening otherwise he knew she'd be a lot more unwilling to let him do what he was doing. "Nothing baby...I just want a little taste..." he murmured. He pressed his tongue through the apex of his wife's slit until he was able to feel the round nubbin of her clit. He lapped away gently at that responsive little node like a cat drinking a bowl of cream. "Oh Ben!...You shouldn't!...Not there!...Not with your mouth!...Ahh!..." Clare moaned. But Ben could tell that she was getting excited. He didn't try to force anything. He just kept plying her juicy box with sucking little kisses. "No!...Don't!...Ummm!...Ahhh!..." Clare moaned quietly. Ben could feel her thighs quivering with tension under his chin. This was the moment of truth. He buried his nose in her pubic hair and wormed his tongue as far down towards the center of her opening as he could. Then he dragged it up the length of her channel, flicking her clit with a quick moist lick when he reached the top. A Hot Lawyer - Oral Arguments "Ohhhh!..." Clare gasped in response. All the resistance left her and her legs parted on either side of his face. Ben knew he had her then. He put his hands on her shins and raised and parted her thighs a little more. This completely opened her up to his oral assault. "Does that feel good baby?...Do you like it when I lick it like that?..." Ben asked in a husky murmur. He didn't wait for an answer as he went back to work on his wife's now drooling pussy. He placed his tongue at the very bottom of her parted labia then worked it wetly up the full length of her gash, finishing with a flourish once more on her clit. He dove back down and started doing her like that over and over. "Nahhh!...Nooo!...Don't!!!...It's dirty!..." Clare moaned. But, as her arousal soared, her crimson labia parted in a gaping O and a stream of clear liquid was started to ooze out of her. "Umm!...Yess!...So dirty!...And you love it!..." Ben moaned into her seething interior. Clare's hips were starting to twist and writhe beneath his face and she didn't quite manage to stifle her cry of excitement when he slipped his index finger into her. "I love the way you taste sweetheart!...So hot!...So sweet!..." Ben whispered. Clare's clit was now swollen and inflamed, visibly pulsing with heat. Ben leaned down to that appetizing morsel and took it between his pursed lips. He used his tongue on her there, circling around and around that crimson bud without actually touching it. At the same time he started twisting his finger in and out of her, not going too deep, just up to his second knuckle. "Oh Goddd!... Ben!...Nooo!...Unn!...You...can't...Oh my Godd!...Stop!...Don't!... Don't... Stop!.." Clare gasped. She reached down with both hands and at first tried to pry her husband away from her groin. But in a moment more she went from trying to push him off to clutching his face tighter against her. Then she dug her heels into the bed and began to hammer her loins up into his face. "Don't stop!...Don't stop!...Unn!...Unn!..Unn!...You're gonna'...Ahh!... make me come!..." Ben played the good husband and continued his skilful assault on his wife loins. He began to use his teeth, scraping them lightly over her clit as he slipped a second finger in alongside the first, scissoring them back and forth inside her molten interior. "Nahhh!...Unn!...Oh my Goddd!!...." Clare whinnied. Ben could feel her thighs stiffen as she arched her back and raised her butt high off the sheets. He went with her, maintaining his relentless teasing of her groin. And then he felt it. A minor tremor passed through her loins and she moaned in anticipation. Then her pussy clenched around his fingers so tightly that he couldn't move them. He went back to work on her clit, jabbing it with the tip of his tongue like he was ringing a doorbell. That did it for Clare. "Phwahh!...Nahhh!...Ahhh!..." she cried. Her body started heaving in a series of wracking convulsions as a devastating orgasm swept though her. "Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!.." Ben encouraged, riding his wife's bucking loins with his face as best he could. She was jerking around so much he was having a lot of trouble staying with her. Clare's orgasm seemed to go on for a very long time. At first she was writhing around uncontrollably but after a while she was clutching Ben's mouth against her and fucking her crotch up into his face in hard, measured lunges. "Unn!...Unn!...Unn!..." she snorted as spasm after spasm of excitement shuddered through her loins. Eventually she had to put one palm against his forehead and push him away. "Ahhh!...Enough!...Don't!...I can't take...Ohhh!... any more!...Stoppp!..." she groaned. Her eyes were closed as she lay back against the pillows. Her body was still twitching fitfully as the last of her orgasm's tremors passed through her. Ben looked down on his wife with a satisfied smile on his lips. He had made it happen for her and she wasn't going to be able to deny later. She looked so peaceful lying there now that her breathing had finally started to return to normal. And hot too with her face flushed and her tits and her pussy fully exposed. Her 'baby doll' nightie was just a tangle of sheer material wrapped around her waist. Ben could see that she was drifting off to sleep as she often did after they had made love. That was alright. In fact it was what he wanted. He wanted to see if he could get her to go down on him now. After all he had done it for her. And he thought if she was maybe a little drunk and sort of half asleep she might do him without even knowing it. Ever since that meeting with Sarah Goldstein, where she had sucked him off, Ben had been trying to figure out a way that he could convince his wife to try oral sex with him. He had just accomplished the first part of his plan and now it was time to go ahead with part two, the good part. He slid up the bed beside his wife. Way up so that he was sort of propped up against the headboard at a forty five degree angle. His crotch was right beside her neck. He reached down and awkwardly shimmied out of his boxers. His hard cock was just inches away from Clare's chin. He reached over to fondle one of his wife's exposed breasts. When he did that his cock crown actually nudged against the corner of her mouth. "Clare baby...I didn't get off yet honey...Do you think you could help me with that..." he murmured, brushing his thumb back and forth over one of Clare's nipples while edging his hips even closer to her face. "Ummm!...You made me...ummm...soo good...now sleep..." Clare muttered without opening her eyes. Ben had to keep from gasping out loud at the feel of his wife's lips moving against the underside of his knob. "Sure sweetie!...But maybe you can just do something with this..." Ben whispered, reaching down for his wife's wrist and bringing her hand up into his crotch. Clare reflexively closed her little hand around the base of his shaft. "Ahhh!...That's nice baby!...Now could you just give the head a little kiss?...Just to be nice..." Ben held his breath in anticipation. He knew that this could all go really bad in a heart beat. But Clare did genuinely seem to be half asleep. She didn't even hesitate as she puckered her lips against the helmet of her husband's cock and gave it a moist kiss. "Ahhh Jeeez!..." Ben moaned as he reached down and got Clare to start stroking the bottom of his shaft in a nice steady rhythm. He sort of hunched over her head a little bit more and gently nudged his fat knob against her mouth. "Hmmm?..." Clare mumbled drowsily. She rolled over on her side towards him, still holding Ben's cock against her lips. "So I told her that thirty minutes wasn't enough and she'd have to leave it in at least fifteen minutes longer. Either that or turn up the heat..." Then she popped the end of his prick into her mouth and started sucking on the tip like it was a popsicle. "Oh Godddd!..." the excited husband groaned. It took him a second to figure out what was happening. The feel of his wife's lips fluttering around his cock crown was making it hard for him to think straight. But it came to him after a moment. Clare was talking in her sleep. She often did that if she was dreaming or had had too much to drink. At that moment she slurped off the end of his cock and went on... "Turn left up here...No...No...You passed it..." and then she siphoned his knob back between her parted lips. "Ahh Goddd!...Yesss!...Keep doing that!.." Ben gasped mostly to himself. He curled out on the pillows above her, almost in a foetal position, so he could gently push his rigid meat in and out of her obliging mouth. Clare started jerking him a little harder as she came off him again and mumbled... "Well if that's what you want we should have got the red one..." Then she took him back into her gentle suck. "That's it baby!...Oh yeah!...That feels so good!...Umm Hmmm!...You do that so well!..." Ben enthused as his balls began to stiffen up in arousal. His plan was to pull out just before he came and shoot it on Clare's stomach. But for the moment he just wanted to enjoy the excitement of his wife going down on him a little longer. Then, out of nowhere, visions of Sarah Goldstein, plunging up and down his shaft with her mouth, began to run through his brain. He remembered clearly the feeling that raced through his groin when she had done that humming thing to him with his cock lodged up against the entrance to her throat. He tightened his butt to try and control the sudden urge he was feeling to come. Clare tightened her little fist on him then eased him out of her mouth once more. "I don't care. At first I thought it wouldn't fit. But the other one would have been too big!..." Clare intoned before popping his meat back into her mouth. Ben didn't know what it was that made him lose it just then. Probably the whole situation. Fucking his wife's mouth without her knowing it, the vivid recollection of Sarah's irresistible cock sucking. It was just all too much for him. Whatever it was, he started to come and there was nothing he could do about it. "Oh Goddd!..." he gasped in utter horror. He looked down at his wife's face with anxious eyes as the first fiery eruption of sperm jetted down her throat. "Mmmffff!...." Clare mumbled, immediately pulling his spewing erection from her mouth. She made a sour face as she swallowed and held Ben's cock so that it spurted repeatedly against her cheek and the pillow beneath her face. The shuddering husband held himself as still and as quiet as he could even though his balls were convulsing with mind blowing intensity. Clare seemed to remain totally unaware of what was happening even as Ben was shooting what seemed like gallons of come all over her face. "And if that doesn't work then we'll have to call them back and see if they're free next week..." she mumbled, even as she continued to squeeze the root of her husband's throbbing tool, although not in time with his orgasm. "Ahhh!...Unn Hnn!...Unn Hnn!...Yesss!..." Ben moaned as quietly as he could. The sight of all that creamy goo streaking across Clare's cheek and up into her hair was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. And amazingly she was still holding on to and pumping his pulsing shaft. Usually, once she got him coming, Clare stopped stroking him immediately like it was dirty to hold him while he was doing it. Ben had always found that really annoying. But in her sleep Clare seemed quite content to jerk his responsive tool until he eventually finished up. After several long moments of ever diminishing eruptions there was finally nothing more coming out of his cock, just a few greasy bubbles. His wife had drained him of all that he had stored up in his balls. "Goood!..." Ben whispered as he reached down and gently unwrapped Clare's clutching hand from his now softening tool. As stealthfully as he could, Ben slipped off the top of the bed and looked down at his sleeping wife. She looked amazing lying there on her come stained pillowed, his bursts of sperm still streaking her face. He reached over to the end table, picked up his cell phone and snapped a couple of pictures of her lying there. He thought they might be useful later. He tip toed to the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp towel. Gently he did what he could to clean her up. Just as she was mopping up the last of his goo Clare muttered... "Well if it isn't in the bank by tomorrow we'll have to call the head office..." Then she rolled over and pulled the sheet around her sleeping form. Ben couldn't help but lean over and kiss the back of her head. Then he got a spare pillow from the closet and replaced the greasy one on the bed. He climbed in next to his wife and pulled the covers over himself. Everything had worked even better than he had planned. Now he just had to figure out a way to get her to do him while she was awake. With that complicated project in mind Ben drifted off to sleep. When he woke up early the next morning Ben had a minor headache and a major erection. He had dreamt all night about Sarah instructing Clare on the art of giving the world's greatest blowjob. She had shown his wife every trick he had ever heard of and some that he had never even imagined. And with every new variation that Clare tried she brought him closer and closer to orgasm but Sarah would never let her finish him off. It was like waking up after six hours of foreplay and Ben was frantically aroused. He could hear Clare snoring quietly and regularly. He turned his eyes to his sleeping wife. She looked like she hadn't moved the whole night. She was still lying there, sprawled on her back, semi nude and tangled up in a snarl of bed sheets. Then Ben noticed a little tube of 'Vagi-lube' peeking out from under the sheet. Clare must have brought it to bed with her. Seeing that tube of lubricant just lying there was like a siren call to Ben. Carefully he reached over for it, unscrewed the cap and applied a liberal coating of the gel to his rigid tool. Even more carefully he got up on his hands and knees and insinuated himself between his wife's parted legs. He pulled aside the twisted sheet, fisted himself and arched his hips down towards Clare's unsuspecting loins. He knew she didn't like him to make love to her without a condom but he was too horny right then to care. He figured if he could get it in her before she woke up he'd be able to get off before she fully realized what was happening. With that rather simplistic plan in mind he slipped his engorged knob through her unresisting labia. The silky lube was like a gift from the gods. Ben was easily able to slip half his length up into Clare's clinging sheath before she began to stir at all. Propped up on stiff arms he started an easy 'in and out' action, thrilled at the arousing friction this subtle motion generated. "Ben?...What are you... doing?...What time is it?..." Clare groaned groggily. She moved her hips a little away from him but Ben followed her and even managed to slide himself in a little deeper. "It's early baby! We don't have to get up for a while. Let's just have a little fun..." her excited husband whispered, arousal ripping through his groin even though he kept his fucking easy and gentle. "Ben!...What are you?...You're not...I haven't even brushed my teeth yet!..." "That's O.K. honey!...A couple 'a more minutes and we'll both need a shower!..." And so saying Ben reached down under Clare, cupped one of her creamy ass cheeks in her hand and pulled her loins up into his. "Ahhhh!..." he groaned enthusiastically as he buried himself up to his balls in his wife's gripping slit. "Nooo!...You can't!...Don't you dare!...I've got an appointment with my gynaecologist at eleven!..." But Ben wasn't listening. Balancing himself on his knees, he reached back for Clare's legs, pulled them up towards her chest and pushed them out to the sides. This opened her center directly under him. He couldn't keep up his pretence of control any longer. He was getting close and it wasn't going to take much. He began driving himself in and out of Clare's upturned loins, hammering her with feverish fuck strokes. By then Clare had her hands on his shoulders and was trying to push him off of her. "Noo!...Stop it!..Bennn!..." she whimpered. But the way he had her legs raised just slightly off the bed didn't allow her any leverage. All her pushing and twisting was only serving to wrench his cock around inside her and that in turn was only going to make him come that much faster. "Unn!...Unn!...Good!...Unn!...Then you're...Unn!... gonna' really...Unn!... want that shower...Phaaa!..." her feverish husband gasped. He arched his back and pounded into Clare with a quick flurry of frenzied thrusts. A final lunge and he held himself straining deep inside her quivering pussy. Then his balls kicked and a molten stream of sperm erupted inside her. "Aieeee!..." his wife whimpered at the feel of Ben's searing juice splattering the opening of her womb. She could clearly feel every fiery spurt as he came hard inside her. "Ummm!...Umm!...Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!..." Ben groaned, hunching his hips down forcefully into the saddle of his wife's loins in time with his orgasm. "You bastard!..." she cried, now beating futilely on his shoulders with her little fists. In no time at all Ben had filled his wife's plundered channel with his come. That viscous goo dribbled out of the circle where her gaping vagina encircled his shaft and oozed into her ass crack. "Stop it!...Get off me!..." she cried, the tears now starting to pool in her eyes Ben didn't even hear her as the last of his incredible orgasm swept through his groin. Eventually, finally, his balls stopped convulsing and his come stopped spewing. "Oh baby!...That was too much!..." Ben groaned, kind of keeling over on his side next to his shocked wife. Clare had only been awake for a very few minutes and already her husband had taken her and filled her with his seething sperm. "You bastard!..." she hissed again as she gathered the sweat soaked sheets up and balled them up into her groin. She climbed out of bed on unsteady feet and with a final glare at her recumbent husband she wobbled off to the bathroom. All the way there and even after the door was closed she continued to fire abuse at Ben, calling him every kind of pervert and deviant that she could think of. Ben was impressed by her encyclopaedic array of epithets. It must have been a teacher thing. Just a couple of moments later the shower was running full tilt and there was no more invective being hurled in his direction. Ben briefly considered putting on his clothes and bolting for it. But no. He had to live with this woman, He hoisted himself out of bed, put on his boxer shorts and waited for his turn in the shower. He could tell it was going to be another long week, even if it was Friday.