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My Lawyer

By: _Imagine_



This is my second story, and is quite a bit longer than the first! I had a lot of fun writing it ;) Please tell me what you think!

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I really wasn't in the mood for this.

I found myself sitting in a lawyer's waiting room, first thing on a Monday morning. One of my employees was getting sued for sexual harassment. Usually I wouldn't get involved with something like this. But the lady had threatened to sue the company as well. I was here to try and reach an agreement, outside of court. If an employee of mine couldn't keep his thoughts to himself, then that's his problem. I was just trying to get the company out of the equation.

The secretary called to me " Miss Lowe is ready to see you now."

Miss? Miss Lowe? Great. The unsympathetic ears of a female lawyer.

Her office door was closed; I entered and closed the door behind me. I had to admit it was a nice office. Plush leather chairs, big dark oak desk, thick carpets, pretentious bookshelf, the works. I even noticed a liquor cabinet in the corner. Only expensive lawyers have whiskey for their clients I thought,

Miss Lowe was nowhere in sight, so I took a seat in the plump leather armchair in front of her desk. 

Behind me, the door opened. I stood up and turned around. Miss Lowe was standing in the doorway, and she absolutely oozed professional sexuality. Black stilettos, black suspender stockings, pin-stripped skirt, and a tight fitting black blouse and jacket. This was topped of with black librarian's glasses and tied up dark brown hair. 

Shit. I made a mental note to not stare! The last thing I needed her to think was that the whole company was perverts! 

"Please, take a seat" She said.

I sat back down, and she crossed the room to the corner. As she passed me I noticed how tight her skirt fitted around her ass. She had an incredibly sexy round ass and her choice of skirt really emphasized that fact. She took off her jacket and hung it on the coat stand. She had an exceptional pair of breasts; her blouse stretched tight around her firm tight tits!

Top this all off with the sexiest perfume I had ever smelt and my balls were already starting to stir.

Keep a hold of yourself!

She sat down opposite me behind her desk "So, what can I do for you?"

"Well" I began, "an employee of mine is getting sued, by you, for sexual harassment."

"So?" she replied unconcerned.

"So, my company is also getting sued. I don't think that's fair."

She paused, and pushed her chair back. 

"What's unfair is that an innocent young lady is victimized in the work place."

I really wasn't in the mood to get a lecture this early in the morning and decided I probably wasn't going to get sympathy from this woman.

"Forget it" I stood up and started making my way for the door. 

"Hold on. Now don't get carried away! I agree, that perhaps it isn't fair your company gets sued for something you didn't do. Why don't you take a seat, and let's see if we can come to some kind of an agreement. 

I stopped. Maybe she wasn't so bad. Maybe we could actually come to an agreement.

I sat back down, and she got up and walked to the liquor cabinet.

"Whiskey?"

"Its 9:30 on a Monday morning." I replied

She seemed unfazed, "So? You want me to be civil don't you?"

This was true.

She poured me a large whiskey on ice, and a straight whiskey for herself. 

She sat back at her desk, and crossed her legs. As she did this her skirt rode a little higher up her leg, revealing the tops of her black suspenders. I gulped. It was your typical secretary porn star scene. Only she wasn't a secretary, she was a high-powered lawyer suing my ass off!

She took a sip and so did I.

"So, what kind of agreement do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I'm still going to sue your employee."

Fine by me.

"But it was my idea to sue your company" she continued, " She only wanted to get a reprisal against the perpetrator and it took a fair amount of convincing on my part to persuade her to sue your company too."

This was news to me.

"So on that note it shouldn't take much to get her to drop the case against your business" she finished with a smile. 

"However Mr...?" 

"Mr. Marsh" I finished

"However Mr. Marsh it is important that you understand in the future that sexuality and the work place should never mix."

This was coming from a lawyer dressed to the height of sexual appeal. Feeling a bit irritated by this last comment I couldn't resist saying that perhaps she should consider leading by example.

She looked at me over her glasses, "and what might you mean by that?"

"Well..." I began, but realized I had best choose my words carefully. " You are dressed in a very-uh-alluring manner."

This seemed to surprise her, and she looked at me with a very questioning expression, " Do you find me sexually attractive Mister Marsh? " 

I paused.

"Well, your choice of cloths is very flattering to your figure..."

Thankfully this didn't seem to upset her at all and she sat up in her chair and took another sip of her drink.

"Well Mister Marsh, do you think that because someone may be attractive that means that they should be harassed at work?"

"Well...uh...no....of course not..." 

Miss Lowe interrupted and continued, " I happen to find you attractive Mr. Marsh does this mean now that I should make sexual advances at you?"

I think my jaw literally dropped at this, for perhaps the first time in as long as I could remember I was taken aback. I didn't know what to say. After a long sip of my drink I managed to compose myself slightly. I knew that what she had just said, while perhaps the truth, was just meant for effect. To get her point across. 

However, I also had a point to get across.

"Well Miss. Lowe..." 

She sat up in her big leather chair and listened intently, her brown eyes looking straight into my own.

"...If two people are in fact attracted to each other then surely there is no problem if they were to flirt with one another or share a sexual encounter."

"Yes, I suppose if two people had mutual feelings for one another then there shouldn't be a problem."

We both took another sip, both staring at each other. A bit of a tension was beginning to build between us. I felt a bit nervous, but knew that I should push on, not to let this voluptuous lawyer escape. 

I took the last sip from my glass and said, "Well would you not say that you and I have mutual feelings of attraction towards each other?"

She smiled. 

Standing up, she walked right past me to her office door. I heard it 'click' locked.

I stood up and knew that I was going to fuck this lawyer hard. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her body, but allowed her to take the lead...assume control.

She sat facing me on her desk, took both our whiskey glasses and set them aside.

I knew I wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her right there and then, but I wanted her to be the boss.

I stood up in front of her, "Miss Lowe, you are doing me a huge favor by dropping this case and I want to make that up to you now. I will do WHATEVER you ask."

This really seemed to appeal to her, maybe it's because she's a lawyer and is used to bossing people around I thought to myself. She smiled and bit her lower lip seductively while thinking of what she wanted me to do next. 

"Take off your tie and jacket." Was her first instruction.

I quickly complied and removed my jacket and undid my tie.

She smiled while keeping her eyes on me, "and your shirt."

I slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, until eventually my shirt slipped off over my shoulders. I go to gym a lot, but I'm not built like a body builder, rather just fit and well defined.

Miss Lowe was obviously like what she was seeing, and she lazily undid her hair, letting it fall loosely around her face.

She moved up her desk, so she was sitting in the middle, pushed her stationary to one side and leaned back on her arms, watching me.

"Now take off my shoes."

I bent down in front of her and gently removed her stilettos. I would have preferred to keep them on, they were really sexy but she was in control and I really didn't mind that. 

Her feet were small, and seemed so delicate. She put her feet up on her desk so she was leaning back with her knees bent and her legs slightly apart. She was really starting to look even more like a slut. I loved it! 

With a small smile she announced her next instruction, " Mr. Marsh, please take my panties off for me."

My heart was starting to beat hard, and I could feel my dick pushing against the front of my pants. 

I took a step forward, and put one hand around ankle, I leaned forward between her legs and kissed her gently. Her lips were soft and full, her mouth was hot and our tongues found each other and slowly entwined themselves together. I began to run my hand up her leg, and slowly under her skirt until I found the top of her suspenders. I dipped one finger underneath the top of her stocking and gently ran my finger around her leg until I could feel her breathing starting to get heavier in my mouth. 

I ran my hand further up under her ass until I found the top of her underwear. They felt lacy and sheer. I began to gently pull them down and she lifted her ass slightly to accommodate me. I pulled them down slowly, and only broke my kiss when they reached her ankle and I slipped them over her small feet and let them fall to the ground.

She looked slightly flustered but managed to say with a grin, "I didn't say that you could kiss me..."

"I know" I replied, "I just couldn't help myself."

She lowered her eyes down my body towards the obvious bulge in my pants, "That's OK."

She moved forward on her desk so that she was sitting on the edge, with her legs hanging off and her toes just touching the floor.

She looked up at me into my eyes, bit her lip and said, "Mr. Marsh...lick me."

That had to be one of the sexiest things I have ever heard.

I lowered myself in front of her until I was on my knees in between her legs. She undid the zip down the side of her skirt but didn't pull it off.

I put a kiss on the tip of her toes, and another on top of her foot. I continued to kiss up her leg, and she pulled her skirt up higher so that it was just covering my destination. I kissed up her suspender leg until I reached the soft skin above them. From there I licked up her thigh to the crease at the top of her leg. I pushed the bottom of her blouse up so that I could kiss and lick her smooth flat stomach. With that she lay on her back, on her desk. I continued to run my tongue along her flat tummy while gently pulling her skirt down until it met her knees and from there it simply slid to the floor.

I stopped kissing her and got my first sight of her naked exposed slit. She was completely waxed except for a small landing strip running the length of her mound. Her cute pink clit was already revealing itself from between her lips. It was divine. I kissed the flesh of her inner thigh on each leg, gently slowly teasing my way towards her center. 

I gently licked her exposed clit with the tip of my tongue, which caused her to gasp loudly, 

"Oh my god!"

I licked her clit again this time using my whole tongue. I did this again and again and I could see a small trail of her juice starting to run down her ass. I gently opened her slit so that I could get more access to her clitoris and started to lick in upward strokes, rhythmically. I could see her chest rising heavily under her blouse, and she began to squeeze her breasts, squeezing them together. While licking around her clit, I started to run a finger around the entrance to her pussy, never inserting, just teasing. When I looked up at her again her blouse had become open, and she was playing with her tits, under her tight pink bra.

I wanted to make her come, I wanted to hear and feel the orgasm rush over her, and I started to suck her clit between my lips as I easily pushed my finger into her absolutely soaked hole. Every time I pushed my finger into her I would suck her clit into my mouth and would let go of it as I withdrew my finger. I continued to do this as I heard her moans getting louder and more intense. She had pulled one of her large breasts out of her bra and was squeezing the nipple hard while biting the tip of her finger. Her legs were now over my shoulders and she seemed to be pulling my face deeper into her. Occasionally I would break the routine and lick and gently bite her inner thigh.

Her juice was covering my chin, and I couldn't get enough of this gorgeous pussy. Her breathing was becoming erratic and I heard her cry, " I'm-going-to..."

But before she could finish that sentence she was wrapped in an orgasm, her legs pulled my face harder against her pussy and I licked her clitoris intensely. I could feel more of her juice releasing around my finger, as the walls of her pussy contracted around it. I rubbed her clitoris between two of my fingers making her come even harder. As I felt her orgasm begin to subside I gently brought her back to Earth, slowing my assault on her clit, and kissing her softly around her quivering pussy.

She lay on her back, breathing hard. One breast hanging out of her bra; her hair swept out across her desk. It was the sight of a very satisfied woman.

I stood back up, and went to pour us each a drink from the liquor cabinet in the corner.

"Oh my goodness Mr. Marsh! That was truly incredible! You wouldn't believe how badly I needed that."

"Please Miss Lowe, my name is Andrew."

"I'm Angie. Angela Lowe."

I smiled, even though she was a big shot lawyer, she was actually really cute too. I handed her the drink and she sat up on her desk, crossed her legs and took a sip. I also took a sip, then put my glass down and picked up my shirt and began to put it on. 

"What are you doing? I'm far from finished with you yet." she said with a huge grin spreading across her face, "Take a seat."

I picked up my drink and sat down in the plush leather armchair. She stood up and straightened her glasses and ran her fingers through her hair.

Putting her glass down she walked around her desk to where I was sitting and put her hand out for my glass, which she then put behind her on the desk.

She stood in front of me in all her sexual glory. She was now wearing nothing except her suspenders and bra. She crossed her legs coyly.

"Andrew...can you please take off your pants"

I gladly pulled my pants down, revealing my boxer shorts stretched by my straining erection.

"And the rest please" She finished with a big smile.

I pulled my boxers to the floor, and stood in front of her naked.

My dick is average size; it's not small but not huge either. It's quite thick with a large, smooth fat head. The thing that makes my cock different though is that I have truly massive ejaculations! It's easy for me to cover a woman's face with six or seven long strings of thick white semen. 

She was watching my cock, as I sat down in the big leather armchair. She slowly approached me and sat down on my leg, straddling my thigh. I could feel her perfectly moist slit rubbing against my leg.

She raised her arms above her head and began to tie her hair up, pushing her breast outwards towards my face. I took this opportunity to slide my arms around her and unclasp her straining bra. Her bra slid off her shoulders allowing her beautiful tits to fall free. Her nipples were dark pink and hard. I leaned forward and took one of her breasts between my lips sucking her entire nipple into my mouth. I heard her breath out hard, enjoying the feeling of my tongue playing with her. I felt her hand grab me at the base of my dick, and slowly start rising up and down. I continued to work both her tits, as my pre-cum started to lubricate her hand and my shaft. She closed her hand around the head of my cock and made small circular movements. It was heaven!

We were both getting very worked up, and she was grinding her slit against my leg while jerking me off. I was starting to get quite rough with her tits, and was biting her nipple while squeezing her ass towards me, encouraging the grinding against my leg. 

I was briefly disappointed as I felt her body lifting off my leg, and the tits I was worshipping being gently pulled away from my mouth. My disappointment didn't last long though, as she began to lower herself between my legs, until her knees touched the carpeted floors. Her face was now inline with my cock, which was twitching in anticipation. I shut my eyes and leaned back...

I felt her mouth enclose around my balls, and she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. It felt incredible in her boiling hot mouth. I felt her tongue toying with it, as she sucked harder on it. She let it drop out of her mouth and she focused her attention on the other one. I felt her licking quickly all over my sack, while her hand began to work my dick again, in the same slow motion as before. She seemed to love sucking balls, continuing this incredible feeling for what seemed like and eternity. She would suck one round testicle in her mouth and very gently pull on it, then give the other one the same treatment. This focused treatment on my ever increasingly sensitive ball sack combined with the methodic wet hand job on my shaft had the cum welling up in my balls in no time.

I felt my balls getting released from the wet heaven of her mouth and I opened my eyes. Her hands were rubbing the inside of my legs, and she was looking directly into my eyes. Her brown eyes continued their contact with mine, as she licked from the base of my balls all the way up my shaft until her mouth enveloped the top of my cock. She lowered her head, taking in my entire length all the while looking up at me with those sexy brown eyes. She was now on all fours with her round ass pushed outward as she continued to slowly deep-throat my dick. I could feel my shaft resting on her tongue as she slowly took my dick into her throat then let it slide out again.

I was starting to get lost in the lustful moment, and knew I needed to cum soon. She took my shaft in one more time, and then started to concentrate on the head of my penis. She began sucking on my sensitive gland and she could see I was losing control. Her hand found the base of my shaft and she began to jerk me off while sucking on my head. The speed of her dick pumping increased and I could feel the orgasm building, about to be released.

I looked down at her pretty face, and she looked up at me, her mouth stretched around my dick. The sight of it was so sexy, I wanted to warn her that I was about to cum and then it just rushed over me.

My dick jerked once in her hand and I shot my load into her mouth. The orgasm was incredible! It lasted for what felt like an eternity, pumping load after load into her tiny mouth. Her eyes bulged at the amount of cum that was squirting out my cock and into her waiting mouth. By the time my aching balls were spent her cheeks were bulging from the amount of semen I had shot into her and a little bit was leaking from the corner of her mouth. 

It was the best oral orgasm I had ever received.

She pulled my dick from her mouth and a little bit of cum spilt out of her mouth and ran down her chin. She shut her eyes and swallowed my entire load.

When she opened her eyes we were both still breathing hard.

"Jesus Andrew, that was...like half a glass of cum I just swallowed!"

She scooped up the bit of cum on her chin with a finger and lazily sucked it clean.

"I feel like such a slut" She said dreamily.

She hopped up onto her desk so that she was sitting daintily on the edge. My cock was totally spent, and I sat in the armchair watching my smutty lawyer. She seemed to be lost in her role of sexy seductress, as she leaned back on the tabletop and took a sip of her drink. 


My Lawyer and His Sister



My stories tend toward the nonconsent/taboo side, but I want to be clear that I'm in no way suggesting that the acts in my stories are okay. Forced sex is a fantasy I enjoy and I write for other similarly minded people. Real rape is ugly and sad, and if it's something you're considering acting out you should seek help.

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Big thanks to CopyCarver and Ian_Kamp for their time and help. To give credit where credit is due, I would have to give an extra big thanks to Ian_Kamp for going over this super-long story and thoroughly editing the shit out of it.

Just so the reader knows, this story is long and rewards patience. Hope you enjoy it. And sorry to everyone who wanted it sooner!

All characters are 18+

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The office of Blackburn, Sr. of Blackburn and Blackburn was much as I'd expected it to be. Everything was new. Sleek. Up to and including the chic receptionist herself. 

They were definitely not going for the think-of-us-like-a-trusted-grandfather approach you so often see in corny ambulance-chaser commercials; they were going for the we're-rich-because-we-win look. It worked. I felt the tension seeping out of my body as I took in the signs of their obvious success.

I heard a door open behind me, and stood to greet the senior partner of Blackburn and Blackburn. The anxiety that had been burning an ulcer through my stomach returned full-force as I found myself shaking the hand of someone who was obviously Blackburn Junior.

"Ms. Riley, please have a seat." He gestured to my chair as he sat down and gave me one of those patently polite smiles one gives a potential client.

I remained standing. "Excuse me, but I was under the impression that I would be represented by the senior Mr. Blackburn." 

I guessed the senior Blackburn probably didn't feel it was worth his time to represent the "Queens Porn Queen." I wondered if Junior here knew who was being dumped on him.

He arched a dark eyebrow. "Well, Ms. Riley, my father's caseload is currently full, but I am sorry if someone mistakenly gave you the impression that he'd be available," he said in a tone that made it clear he wasn't sorry at all. "On the other hand, I am available, so if you'd like to be seated, we can begin discussing your case."

His patronizing tone pushed me over the edge. I had legal problems, work problems, and family problems: I did not need some snot-nosed boy fresh out of Harvard condescending to me. 

I leaned forward, palms planted on his desk, and got right up in his face. "Look, Junior, confident as I am in your abilities to fetch coffee for your daddy, I really don't think I'll be leaving my future up to someone who, in the legal world, is still in diapers." 

I continued in a barely controlled voice, "I realize most people don't think too much of my career choice and therefore grant neither my case nor me any credibility, but I'm a businesswoman, and I'm sure I can find a lawyer who can show me enough respect to not foist me off on his pretty-boy son." I straightened, preparing to turn and sweep out in a gust of indignation, only to have him grab my wrist as he launched to his feet.

This time he got right up in my face. He was really hot, particularly when he was mad, which he clearly was right now. "You're what, Ms. Riley, twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?" he asked, eyes boring holes through my skull.

"Twenty-eight," I answered primly. 

"Bet it's hard being taken seriously in the business world, being not only a woman, but also twenty-eight. Practically in diapers, in the business world," he said softly.

"What's your point?" I asked belligerently.

"My point is: I'm thirty-one years old. I was first in my class from Harvard, I have an almost perfect case record, but whenever any high-profile or big business cases come along, suddenly I'm too young."

"I am not just as good as my dad: I'm better," he said confidently, "Walk out of here, and you're not only becoming one of the assholes who piss you off so much, you're also screwing yourself out of a lawyer who could get you off these charges in his sleep."

He sure was cocky. Had to give him that. 

I did see something, though. Looking into his eyes, I could see the same knowledge of ability and the same determination to prove it that I had seen so often...in the mirror. 

Fuck.

"Fine, but you start fucking up my case and you're gone, got it?"

He grinned. Good Lord, he was handsome. "Got it. Ms. Riley, this case could be just the thing to give us the credibility we've both been lacking."

So, he did know who I was.

I took my seat again, and he took his. I let my gaze roam all over him. Thick-lashed hazel-green eyes, strong jaw, thick black hair, killer lips, and mmm-good broad shoulders. God. The man was a walking wet dream.

"You must get tons of pussy." I winced inwardly. This was another reason I had trouble with not being taken seriously: my mouth frequently runs of its own volition.

The pompous eyebrow arched again. "What makes you say that, Ms. Riley?"

"Well," I began cautiously, "You're good-looking, a successful lawyer in Manhattan, and not married, unless you just don't wear your ring." I nodded to his left hand. "Women in this city take courses on how to hunt game like you."

He pulled out a legal pad and pen. "Well, I won't count myself as successful until I don't have clients trying to walk out my office because they doubt my competency." 

"Yeah, well, sorry about that, but you're still on probation," I said, not feeling too guilty. After all, my remaining out of prison depended on his competency.

"Right, well, how 'bout you tell me the particulars of your case?"

I took a deep breath and steeled myself against the embarrassment that always threatened when talking with some country-club type about what I do.

"Well, as I'm sure you know, I founded and own the Erotique chain. Last couple of years, we've been branching out our collection of erotica to cover more different kinds of fetishes: golden showers, blood fetish, incest, pedophilia, you name it. 

"We've been campaigning hard to show we're not condoning any such behavior in real life. We also use actors who aren't related to portray relatives and use adults with disorders that have stunted their maturation to play children, snickers bars for coprophilia films, fake blood for the blood fetish ones, et cetera. And we present the films and books as alternatives to pursuing such things in reality. Some people really don't want to see it for what it is."

I took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "Several groups got together and started the Christian Coalition Against Erotique. They're actually opposed to pretty much all of our fetish films, but they mainly stuck to campaigning against the pedophilia ones. They knew that's the only one where they had a legal leg to stand on and a good chance of rousing public support."

He didn't say anything, merely sat there with that infinitely patient and blank expression lawyers use on clients while they secretly compare this weirdo to all the weirdos before.

I shrugged off my embarrassment: I was used to being judged. "Unfortunately, 'cause of that psycho last year who chopped up those kids in his basement, people were only too ready to be convinced that my company promotes sexual assault on children. Even the 'hints' that some of the actors we were using were in fact actually minors were greeted with hysteria. Someone in the DA's office finally got on board with them, and the State cracked down on us this week on the grounds that intentionally simulating sexual assault on minors for profit is child pornography. At this point, they're not even allowing us to sell anything at all. Profits are frozen; employees are temporarily unemployed. Figuratively speaking, they've got my nuts in a vice."

Blackburn Jr. blinked at me. "Right. So, the State has confiscated all your material, I take it?" 

"Yep."

"All right, these things can go on for a while, so the first thing we're going to do is get a court order allowing you to sell anything not directly related to the case. I'll file a motion ASAP, and we'll go from there."

We shook hands, and I left our first meeting feeling a tentative faith in my new lawyer.

***

Two weeks later, we had our motion granted: my lawyer was officially at least semi-competent. I still had my doubts, but his expediency at getting me back in business had significantly increased my faith in him. 

As had watching him rebut opposing counsel's assertions that allowing slime like me to continue normal operations was detrimental to society. Really. I'd had no idea I was all that bad. 

Nor had I had any idea my lawyer was quite so hot: there is just something about an intelligent man in a suit verbally beating down his opponent that makes a normally dominant woman want to get on her knees and suck his cock like a subservient cockslut.

I was snapped out of these thoughts by Blackburn Jr. turning to shake my hand. My small hand was enveloped in his much larger, and pleasantly warm one.

"So, Junior, any plans after this?" 

"You asking me out for a celebratory lunch, Ms. Riley?"

"Sure, I'll even buy. Make up for my former lack of appreciation for your fine legal skills," I teased.

We left the courthouse and cabbed it over to a classy joint that had seating outdoors. We decided to enjoy the al fresco experience while we could, with autumn fast approaching.

Lunch was surprisingly fun. I'd known my lawyer was hot and smart, but I hadn't really thought of him as being a normal guy who could chat about mundane things like life outside work and problems with the law. 

I started calling him James, and he gave in and started calling me Catherine.

Then, of course, we came to the question that everyone always asks me eventually. The question I'd actually expected him to ask sooner, being my lawyer and thus, one would think, more interested in knowing my motivations.

"So, why cater to weirdos?"

I sighed. I really shouldn't have expected him to be any different than the other suits I occasionally met. 

"Look, I get tired of hearing crap like that. Lord knows how I ended up with such an open-minded attitude, having a born-again Catholic for a father, but I did, and I don't see any reason to criticize people for having tastes outside the norm."

His shoulders straightened, and his face got shuttered. "Not even people who like to mess around with little kids?"

"All right, there's things I don't like. I would literally kill anyone who touched my kid, or any kid, for that matter. However, I also took psychology in college, and I'm sure, as a lawyer, you know that child molesters have one of the highest repeat offender rates of any crimes, anywhere in the world."

He nodded.

"Shrinks work on these guys, and they throw everything they've got into convincing these guys that it's wrong to do that to a kid, but they don't get it, and most of them never will. So, I provide an alternative." 

Somewhere in the last two weeks, his respect had become important to me, and I looked into his eyes, imploring him to understand. "I am NOT encouraging it. I don't encourage any of the fetishes we make erotica for. I truly believe in the warnings we have accompanying every one of them; I don't think it's healthy to eat shit, I don't think it's good for you to drink blood, and I sure as hell don't think it's okay to molest children, and that's why I offer these people an alternate form of acceptance."

His eyes had lost much of the condemnation that had been present a moment ago, so I continued. "Up until now, the only outlets these people have had were talking with others of the same preference; God knows they're not going to discourage each other. The other option is actually doing it. I use adult actors with disorders that haven't allowed them to mature. Key word: adults. They're not being hurt, and they make a ton of money, and the pedophiles get what they want without hurting anyone. It's a win-win situation, in my opinion."

He hesitated, then grinned. "You know, you would have made a pretty good lawyer yourself."

I smiled back. "I know. That was actually my third career choice, but I love what I do. Besides the fetish stuff, I love providing people with an alternative to that nasty porn where every female must have implants and hideous plastic shoes and say things like, 'Oh yeah baby, dump your hot load all over my asshole.'" 

That got a laugh out of him. "Must be a chick thing, 'cause I don't see anything wrong with that directive at all..."

And so our lunch progressed. Light banter mixed with sexual innuendo interspersed with serious discussion of world issues. 

This was a man I could grow to love. If I hadn't given my heart to another man already, that is.

Still, we could definitely have something, but it would have to wait until my case was over; I needed to maintain some illusion of professionalism, if only for myself.

***

I entered James's office and plopped myself down in the comfy chair that had become my second home over the months of my trial. He looked at me and grinned as he tried to extricate himself from the phone call he was on. 

It could have just been the sexual tension, but he actually seemed to be getting hotter every time I saw him.

I was starving for a taste of him, but I kept my promise to myself of not fucking my lawyer. However, that didn't stop me from touching him, or teasing him, or imagining him naked pretty much all the time...

He hung up the phone and leaned forward, fingers steepled on his desk. "We go for the verdict on Monday morning, nine am."

My heart started beating rapidly. "What do you think?"

"Well, I'm not gonna make you any guarantees, that's just bad policy, but I can say that I think our chances are good. Just relax over the weekend; we want you looking good and innocent come Monday."

The tension between us the last few months had been getting to me, and everything he said now had a sexual connotation. 

I licked my lips and leaned forward slightly, saying in a sultry voice, "I wouldn't know how to look innocent if I tried."

His gaze flicked from my face to my chest and back up. His eyes smoldered. "You know what you are?" He didn't wait for my reply, "You're a fucking tease."

"That was barely even a sexual comment!" I objected.

"I'm talking about how you act in general; rubbing against me, making sexual comments, all that shit! Either do something besides make suggestive comments and gestures, or shut up about sex."

I drew back at that, but couldn't really deny his right to say it. 

"I told you, after the trial-" I began placatingly, but he promptly cut me off.

"Well, then, don't start anything you don't intend to take care of before the end of the Goddamned trial." He sat back down with a glare. 

I couldn't help but be amused. "You got it."

He glared harder at my smirk.

"So," I said, trying to shift the topic, "Wanna go for lunch?"

"Yeah, sure, just let me take care of a few things and I'll meet you over at that Hungarian place. It's bound to be the only place that's not packed at this hour." 

I made my way to the little bistro, and was ushered by a waiter to a small table in the back.

After settling in my chair, I expelled a deep breath, trying to expel my anxiety over the trial along with it. James had done a remarkable job, and I felt our chances were good, but one can't help but feel a mite nervous over these kinds of things.  

I took a sip of the water the waiter had poured and let my mind wander. 

I wondered about life after the trial; would I be ostracized still? Would they try and nail me again? What did my dad think of all this?

My father... I wondered if he even followed the news about me, or if he tried to pretend I was as dead to him as he'd told me I was; knowing him, it would be the latter. Nothing had ever sliced me so deeply as the day he'd told me he was ashamed to have me for a daughter and that he wanted no part of me.

I was startled out of my reverie by James sliding into the chair across from me.

"Hey, spacing out or something?" He grinned.

I shook my head. "Just thinking."

"'Bout what?" 

I hesitated to tell him, but he'd become as much a friend as a lawyer to me. "My father."

"Ah." He waited patiently for me to continue. He knew that I was estranged from my father and why, but I'd never told him how I really felt about it.

"I was just wondering if he even cares what happens to me anymore..." Tears started to fill my eyes, and I hurried to wipe them away discreetly. 

Like all men, James didn't look particularly comfortable with a woman near tears before him. 

He reached for my hand and enveloped it in his. "Look, my mom's Catholic, and I can tell you from her experience that Catholics can hold grudges for a long time. Her family didn't forgive her for marrying my dad for a long time." Tears started to roll down my cheeks in earnest, and he lifted his other hand to wipe them away. "But they did forgive her."

"Your mom married a guy who wasn't Catholic; I make porn!" I said, and the true enormity of my estrangement from my father hit me: he was never going to forgive me or accept my lifestyle, especially not after I'd gone to trial over child pornography. I knew without a doubt I was already guilty in my father's mind. 

I started sobbing, snatching my hand back from James's to bury my face in my hands.

"Cat, it's his loss if he can't accept you for who you are," he said in a soothing tone.

I looked up at him, and felt pain wrench my heart. "Did you know I call him Daddy?"

He looked confused. "What?"

"I call my father Daddy. I was your classic daddy's girl until I decided to go in a direction with my life that revolted him." Another sob wracked me.

James caught my chin in his hand and leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to mine. He brushed away my tears, and kissed me again. He didn't try to say anything further to comfort me, knowing there was nothing that could ease the loss of a parent one adored. His presence and his touch comforted me as much as I could be comforted, and we got through lunch that day, then went back to our respective lives.

***

"We, the jury, find the defendant not-guilty." 

My knees wobbled and I nearly dropped. I turned and flung my arms around James. I barely resisted the urge to kiss him right there in the courtroom.

His arms wrapped around me, and he whispered in my ear, "Now, what was it you were gonna do for me after the trial?"

"You'll find out tonight. Meet me at Socrates for drinks at seven." I grinned, naming a bar that catered to more upscale clientele. I stepped back before people started to stare. "We'll forego the pretense of wine with dinner and just get hammered, 'kay?"

He grinned back at me. "I do have to work tomorrow, you know." 

"Me, too. I have a meeting at nine, and a shoot at ten. We'll drink lots of water and have a good breakfast." 

He stared at me intently. "Who's making breakfast?" 

I leaned in closer and said in a low voice, "Whoever can still walk."

***

I was nervous as I got ready for my 'date' that night. 

I showered and let my dark-brown hair dry into its natural curls, then piled it on top of my head, securing it with bobby pins. I applied my makeup artfully, outlining my eyes and dusting on a smoky shadow.

My father was a dirty-blond type of Irish, but my mother was a result of the Spanish Armada in Ireland; their combination had resulted in my pale skin with olive undertones, and my dark, curly hair. I chose a wine-colored cocktail dress that offset my tones beautifully, and swiped on a plum-colored lipstick that complemented it. I grabbed a small handbag and my coat, and headed out the door.

Socrates was packed. I scanned the crowd for James and found him standing by the bar, chatting up another suit who looked to be a bit older than him.




My Lawyer and His Sister



As I approached, James turned, and his eyes did a slow, thorough perusal of my attire and my legs.

"You look nice," he said softly. He turned to the bartender and ordered a crantini for me. 

I looked pointedly at the other gentleman, and James grinned unabashedly. "Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Catherine, this is Dale Belong. Another lawyer. Dale, Catherine. But Dale was just saying he has to go look for someone."

Dale grinned and shook my hand. "I can tell when I'm not wanted. I'll catch you later, Jim," he said as he walked away.

"That was rude." 

James put his hand on my lower back and leaned down. "No, that was expected. If a man is meeting a beautiful woman somewhere and he doesn't tell any other man around to fuck off, he's clearly gay." He brushed his lips over mine, then straightened and passed me my martini.

My lips twitched, and I lifted my martini to take a sip.

One martini quickly led to another, which led to another and so on, and, by nine-thirty, I was good and drunk. 

James was in no better shape, having gone through beer and whiskey even faster than I'd gone through martinis. We'd eaten finger foods and drank some water to take the edge off, but we were definitely plastered. 

We'd taken to the dance-floor and started out respectably enough; by the end, we were grinding against one another, me rubbing myself shamelessly against James's hard-on while he undulated his hips and ran his hands all over my backside. We knew it was time to go.

We jumped into a cab outside, and James gave the cabbie his address. No sooner had he done that than I clambered onto his lap, hiking up my dress and sliding my thong-clad pussy along his cock while I pried open his lips with mine.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, quickly taking control of the kiss, and gripped my hips, pulling me down harder onto his erection. One hand then slipped between us, stroking me through my panties, while the other slid under my dress from behind and squeezed my bare ass.

The air in the taxi grew hotter and the tangy scent of my arousal began to permeate the air. I knew the cabbie was probably glancing at us in his rear view mirror, but it did nothing to turn me off. I imagined him covertly stroking his erect cock through his pants as he watched me rock back and forth on James's lap. I imagined he was wishing it was him I was humping with nothing but pants and panties to separate us.

I moaned as the hand in front slipped inside my panties and a finger pushed inside me, followed by another, while a thumb stroked my clit. They stretched me, filling me but not nearly enough, while the thumb rubbed torturously slowly over my clit. In and out the fingers pushed, my hips finding an up-down motion to meet them.

James's lips trailed from my lips to my throat, opening to slide his tongue along my collarbone. I turned my head and caught the cabdriver looking at me in the mirror. Then James was moving back up to my ear, swirling his tongue inside, and my eyes closed in rapture.

My ears had always been sensitive, and the tongue and lips sensually assaulting my ear combined with the fingers in and thumb on my pussy drove me over the edge; I opened my eyes and cried out as I came, meeting the cabbie's gaze as he stared at me, open-mouthed, in the rear view mirror.

"You're loud," James whispered, withdrawing his fingers and dropping a soft kiss on my neck.

I reached down and grasped his cock through his suit pants, stroking my thumb over him. I leaned in to kiss his jaw, then laved his pulse. I was reaching for his belt buckle when he stopped me.

"Excuse me, I said that'll be ten-fifty," I heard the cabdriver say. I looked outside and realized we'd reached our destination.

I levered myself off James's lap and reached for my bag, but he'd already paid by the time I'd gotten my tiny change purse out.

He held the door open and I brushed past him, making as much physical contact as I could on my way out. 

His hand cupped my lower back as we entered the marble foyer of his building, drawing lazy circles with his index finger. We passed a security guard who nodded to James, and entered an elevator.

As soon as he'd pushed the button for the eighteenth floor, he turned to me and crushed me to the wall with his body. His lips came down on my mine and his hand rode up my dress, caressing my leg up to the hip.

His fingers toyed with the strap of my thong, and his tongue thrust against mine before we reached his floor. We stumbled out drunkenly into the hallway, James guiding me by a hand on my ass toward his door.

He inserted his key, and we fell through the doorway, tearing off each other's coats and clothing while struggling to remain lip-locked. My dress hit the floor and I stepped out of it, all the while yanking his shirt from his waistband and undoing the last button. His shirt slid off his shoulders, baring a chest more magnificent than I'd imagined.

I broke the kiss and looked down as I fumbled with his belt in my haste to get it open: I had always been a horny drunk, and I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get his cock in me. James deftly unhooked my bra with one hand, using the other to palm and cup my ass, fingers sliding along the cleft, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

My bra straps slid down my arms, and both of his hands came to cup my breasts almost worshipfully. His belt and zipper at last gave way and his pants dropped to the floor, where he kicked them away.

We now stood, panting. Me wearing only a thong, and him wearing only briefs. 

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and brought them down over his hips to the floor. I looked up at him from my position on my knees in front of him.

He really was magnificent. Not too soft, as only a woman should be, nor that kind of carefully cultivated, bulging muscularity, which is vain and repulsive. I looked at his erect cock, which was large without seeming obscene or intimidating: it was the kind of phallus sculptors lovingly crafted onto their masterpieces.

I grasped his hips and leaned forward to take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the soft, smooth skin-covered steel. I moved one hand to encircle the base of him, baring the more sensitive flesh to my skilled mouth. I stroked his hip with the other hand, grazing him lightly with my nails. He moved a hand to the back of my head as I bobbed, fingers occasionally tightening in my hair.

I felt every vein frantically pumping blood. I ran my tongue along those veins, loving the excitement I caused in him.

I released his cock to move down to the heavy sac beneath it. I drew each ball into my mouth, running my tongue over them and suckling them gently. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the strange texture of his neatly-trimmed hair on my tongue and the male aroma each follicle was laden with. His fingers gripped my hair and pulled me forcibly back up to his cock, which I engulfed in one swift motion. 

As I stroked him with my tongue and bobbed my head, sucking in time with my movements, my own needs demanded attention. I slid a hand down the front of my thong, rubbing my fingers around in my slippery pussy.

"Jesus! You're gonna make me cum!" he groaned.

I looked up; James was glancing between my mouth on his cock to my fingers in my panties. I caught his gaze and swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip of his penis. His eyes strayed back to the hand that was busy inside my panties, and I plunged two fingers inside my pussy and moaned around his cock.

"Fuuuck!" he cried, gripping me by both sides of the head and shoving himself in to the hilt. I could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue, followed by hot spurts of cum jetting into the back of my throat.

I tightened my mouth gently, contracting and releasing on his cock the way my cunt would, making sure he finished completely before I pulled off.

He reached down and caught his fingers in my hair, gently pulling me up. He kissed me softly, then took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He flicked a light switch, illuminating two bedside lamps. The room was bright enough to see easily, but the glow wasn't harsh or unwelcome to the senses.

As he guided me backward to the bed, James slid my thong down and let it fall to the floor. My knees hit the back of the bed, and his hand slipped between my legs as he nuzzled my neck. Wanting more, I widened my stance slightly and tilted my head to allow him better access.

Fingers rubbed back and forth in my slick folds, and I clutched his shoulders. My hair had come partially loose and was cascading down my back in disarray as I wantonly ground myself against him.

His lips brushed up my neck to my ear, and he whispered, "What a naughty girl you are. You're wet from sucking cock..."

My eyes flew open. It was such a strange thing to say, but it turned me on so much that my hips were now rocking, trying to stuff the teasing fingers inside my pussy.

"You give really good head, too," he continued, nibbling at my ear. "You must have lots of experience..."

...Was he calling me a slut?

...Did I actually like that?

"Bet your daddy wouldn't like knowing how much experience his little girl has," he said, pulling his lips from my ear to kiss me on the mouth as he slid two fingers inside me.

I was moaning now, twisting and rocking on his fingers, clenching and unclenching with my pussy; nothing had ever gotten me turned on as fast as thinking about my father. Did James know that? How could he know that? Through the haze of alcohol and desire, I wondered: did I really care at the moment?

The thrusting fingers withdrew, and he shoved me gently backward onto the bed. My knees were slightly spread, and he wedged himself between them and knocked them further apart.

He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, oddly seeming even more powerful for all his submissive position. 

The tip of a thumb stirred lazily in my wet hole before gliding up to circle my aching clit. A noise escaped my throat, and I squirmed, trying to increase the contact. A finger pressed inside me, sliding along the roof of my cunt, hitting the spot guaranteed to make me come. 

"What a bad little girl; so wet for her daddy..." His words sent an electric jolt through my pussy, and the touch of his tongue to my clit pushed me over the edge. Sensing my release, he latched onto my nub, sucking it between his teeth and furiously flicking it with his tongue.

I screamed as I came, pulling on his ears and clamping my thighs over my fisted hands. Shock after shock ran through me while the image of my father's head between my thighs ran through my mind.

Finally, the spasms receded, then stopped, my pussy feeling sensitive but satisfied. James took one last gentle swipe with his tongue before grinning up at me and dropping a kiss on my hairless mound.

My head dropped back, and I expelled a deep sigh. "Oh my God, that was amazing."

"Sure sounded like it," he said, rising to his feet. "Now, we have a problem."

I heard him shuffling around, but couldn't manage to lift my head. "What's that?" I asked.

I heard the crinkling of foil, and looked up to see James rolling a condom onto his, once again, impressively erect cock.

"Holy shit, already? It's been like... five minutes!" I exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the night table.

"Shouldn't have made me cum," he grinned, kicking my knees open with his. "The first one is like a warm up. Now, I'm gonna have a good, long work-out before I finish again," he said, positioning his tip at the entrance to my over-stimulated pussy, hypersensitive from my orgasm and twitching at the slight contact with his cockhead.

"James, I'm-UGH!" I groaned, wrapping my legs around him as he thrust inside me, trying not to pull him in closer, but to keep him from gaining momentum on his thrusts.

This posed no problem for him, content to rock slightly back and forth, stirring himself inside my still-soaked pussy. He braced himself on his hands and leaned down to kiss me, running his tongue over my bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth. With his gentle but insistent motions, the over-sensitized feeling in my cunt faded and was replaced by climbing arousal. I began moving my hips against him.

He drew back from my lips and half-grinned, half-smirked at me. "Daddy's girl has a hungry pussy, doesn't she? Already came, and she's still hungry for more." He shoved into me a bit harder, and I loosened my legs, allowing him harder strokes.

I closed my eyes, and let my fantasy take over. 

My father was between my legs, fucking me. His cock filled me and rubbed against every excited nerve ending as it slammed into me, over and over again. I looked into his dark blue eyes and saw my desire reflected there as he pounded himself inside his daughter.

My pussy was pulsing around his cock now, gripping him and trying to milk it for its seed. I was sick, depraved, and I reveled in my own perversion as I came on my father's cock. Wetness drenched him and my eyes stared open sightlessly as I came and came. I drenched him in my juices, feeling his now wet skin slap against me as he continued pounding away.

"What a bad little girl, coming before your daddy!" a seductive voice whispered, pulling me back to the present.

My eyes refocused on James, who was extricating himself from between my legs.

"Turn over," he said, not waiting for me to comply, but grabbing my ankles and flipping me onto my stomach. "Get on all fours, baby."

I rose to my knees, but kept my forearms on the bed and my head pressed to the mattress: he knew I was sick and I felt somehow both elated and ashamed that he knew.

I felt the tip of his cock against me, but he didn't immediately enter me. He rubbed it around my saturated pussy suggestively, teasing, but not fulfilling.

"You're been a very bad girl tonight, Catherine," he said, using a soft but stern voice, "After everything I've done for you tonight, you don't even say 'Thank you'. Three times I've made you come, and not a word of thanks..." He sounded very disappointed in me.

I suddenly knew what he was waiting for before he would put his cock back inside me. "Thank you!"

Still no penetration. My swollen pussy lips clasped in vain, trying to pull him back inside.

"Ungrateful girl. I've spoiled you, I think." 

SMACK! 

A hand was brought down on my ass, and I cried out in pain. This was no playful spanking: this was meant to hurt.

"OW! I said thanks!" 

SMACK! 

I tried to shoot forward to escape, but a hand gripped my long hair and stopped me.

His voice was low and menacing now: "What's my name?"

"James!" I shouted before thinking.

SMACK!

His fingers tightened in my hair and tears welled in my eyes. I suddenly realized the correct answer.

"What's my name?"

"DADDY!" I cried, and was rewarded with his cock plunging back inside me.

I moaned from deep in my throat and jerked back against him.

"What do you say to your daddy for making you come three times?" He demanded, slamming his hips against my ass, his large cock nearly tearing my pussy open from this angle.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I sobbed. I was jerked back by my hair every time he thrust, his hips slapping into me as he fucked me without mercy. "Oh, God!"

"Bad little girl!" he grunted as he hammered me from behind, his thrusts now verging on assault. "Look how much you like getting fucked! Is this how a good Catholic girl acts?" he demanded, jerking my head back by my hair.

"No, Daddy..." I half-moaned, half-cried.

A thumb pressed against my tight, unwelcoming anus.

"Open up!"

I tried not to think about the thumb that was invading me, only of pleasing my daddy. Once the thumb had worked its way inside, I no longer had to focus: all I felt was pleasure. Pleasure at being filled up. Pleasure at pleasing Daddy. Pleasure at being punished for being such a naughty girl. Then I was coming.

My pussy clamped down on my angry father's cock. I shuddered as I felt my orgasm run through me like an electric current, tingling in my nipples, my ass and my pussy. Both holes began clasping in time, bearing down on the rapacious appendages which drilled them as I orgasmed.

His strokes shortened and became even harder, the hand in my hair hauled me up, and I felt James cumming right along with me. 

As the last of the orgasmic shudders ran through us, I flopped forward and sprawled my exhausted body face-first on the bed. James collapsed beside me.

There could be no words after sex like that. Only sleep.

***

I awoke first in the morning, my eyes opening suddenly then squeezing shut against the onslaught of morning light filtering in. I reopened them a second later, squinting against the light until they adjusted to it. 

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I looked over at a still-unconscious James. Then I remembered what we'd done the night before.

I jumped out of bed, ready to throw on my clothes and escape, but I stopped and forced myself to calm down. He'd definitely enjoyed being Daddy last night, just as much as I'd enjoyed being his little girl. He wouldn't have taken on the role if it disgusted him, so there was nothing to feel embarrassed about. 

I threw on one of James's business shirts and headed to the kitchen to make the promised breakfast. I clanged around in James's chic yet masculine kitchen, finally locating his frying pans. I decided on omelettes and quickly set about making them.

James came out of the bedroom just before I finished his omelette. Wearing a pair of silk pyjama pants, his hair tousled from sleep, and a satisfied grin on his face, he looked so hot I nearly left the omelette to burn on the stove in favor of jumping him. I turned back to the omelette with forced concentration.

"Morning," he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and fitting his half-hard cock against me.

"Morning. Your omelette's gonna be done soon. You horny, or you need to pee?" I asked, rubbing back against his morning wood.

His chest shook slightly against my back as he chuckled. "Do you ever not say exactly what you're thinking?"

"Once in a while."

"Well, I'm pretty much horny for you twenty-four seven, but I do need to use the bathroom," he said, the grin evident in his voice. His voice deepened and lost any trace of humor, "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't taken off." 

I craned my neck around and smiled at him. "That anxious for your victory breakfast?"

"Something like that." He dropped a kiss on my neck, turned and headed for the bathroom.

My brows knit as I turned back to the omelettes, which were now about a minute away from ready. What had he meant by that? It was one thing for him to be okay with me still being there, but it was something else entirely that he wanted to make sure I hadn't left. Maybe I was reading too much into something so small, but a Bachelor's in Psych. creates that tendency in people.

The sound of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening startled me out of my reverie. The arms were back around me, hard bare chest pressed up against my back, rapidly hardening cock resting against my ass. The worries of a moment ago fled my mind.

"So...where were we?" he asked, nuzzling my neck.

"Omelettes are just about ready," I said, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the lips on my neck.

"Mmm," he murmured, dipping his tongue out and drawing it up the sensitive side of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Okay, that's enough of that," I said, stepping away and spinning to ward him off with the flipper. "Go sit."

He grinned ruefully, but obeyed. As we sat down to breakfast, a flush crept over my face as I recalled in vivid detail the events of the night before. Where had he gotten the idea that I'd like that? Was it stamped on my forehead that I wanted to fuck my father?




My Lawyer and His Sister



"So...what was that all about last night?" I asked. Was my voice quavering? For the love of God, I made porn for a living! Well, erotica really, but they both involved filming sex.

He paused, a forkful of omelette halfway to his lips. "What was what all about?"

"The... you know," my voice lowered, "the 'Daddy' thing."

"Oh. That. You liked that, didn't you?" He grinned, knowing the answer.

"Well, yeah, but where'd the whole idea come from, I mean..."

"I know the type, that's all."

I was a type?

"What type?" I asked.

"Catholic. Strict father. Went to private school, wore the little uniform, then graduated and rebelled. A girl I dated for a while liked the 'Daddy' play. I thought it was a little weird at first, but it still turned me on. I've had a couple of other women that liked it since then. It was after the second one I noticed the pattern." He said matter-of-factly, returning to his omelette.

I truly believe in open talk about sex, especially with your partner, but my father-fetish was definitely not something I wanted to delve into deeply. At least, not outside the bedroom.

I looked away, and my gaze fell upon a photo hanging near the clock: James with his arm around a beautiful brunette.

"Who's that?" I asked curiously.

James glanced up, and fondness softened his features and crept into his tone. "My sister, Mia."

I took in her dark curls, lush lips, sultry brown eyes tipped with thick black eyelashes, and the Romanesque nose typical of the Italians.

"She's gorgeous," I observed, looking back to find him still smiling at the picture of him and his sister.

"Yeah," James said, returning his gaze to me. He grinned. "But don't tell her that. Her ego's bad enough as it is."

I looked back at a succession of photos on the wall. There were some pictures of what were obviously James and his sister in their youth. An older looking photo of a handsome couple on their wedding day, probably his parents. There was a picture of another couple's wedding: Mia, but she looked different. Beautiful, but different.

"Your sister looks really different on her wedding day. Still good, but it almost doesn't look like her." I said, squinting at the picture. She was wearing colored contacts, for one thing.

"Huh?" James looked back to the wall. "Oh, that's not Mia. That's Jennifer, my ex. We were together for a few years, and even after we broke up we stayed good friends. Her husband's a buddy of mine, too. I was a groomsman," he said absently, returning to his last bite of omelette.

"Wow. She looks a lot like your sister," I remarked, stupefied by the resemblance. Something niggled in the back of my brain, but try as I might to call it forth, it would not come.

"Yeah, a couple of people have said that." 

"Pretty homey wall over here," I said, noting the strangeness of such a cozy wall of Kodak moments in the otherwise stark apartment. 

"My sister put all those up. Said my place lacked 'personality.' Why women need a living space to have so many knick-knacks, I'll never know." James grinned wolfishly and pushed back his chair. "Now..."

I looked at the clock, and my heart palpitated: it was seven-thirty already! I lurched to my feet and frantically tore around the apartment trying to gather everything from the night before.

James followed, casually trailing behind me as I whirled through his place like a tornado.

"Where are you going? I thought your meeting wasn't until nine..."

"Well James, do you really think I should go to my meeting in a cocktail dress?" I snapped as I hunted for the last article I'd yet to find: my bra.

"Sarcastic in the morning, aren't you? Why don't you wait a bit, and I'll drive you."

"There it is!" I snatched up my bra, which I'd apparently flung into the hallway closet. "I can't wait, no time. Plus, you really shouldn't be wasting time being gentlemanly; you need to get to work, too."

I gave him no time to answer as I rushed to the bathroom. I changed quickly and was about to head out the door when James grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me to him. Close contact with him seemed to drive all thoughts of schedules and meetings from my mind.

"I'll call you later, 'kay?" he said, thumb stroking over my now quickened pulse.

I nodded, fighting the urge to say the "hell with work" and simply get naked again.

"Now that we have nothing between us professionally, I want to start seeing you. Okay?" he asked, his tone rhetorical.

I nodded, and he smiled and released my wrist. I turned and ran to the elevator. My foot tapped impatiently all the way down, and I scurried outside and hailed a cab. I slid into the backseat and rattled off my address in a breathless voice.

Finally, breathing more slowly and beginning to relax, I settled back against the seat. Then I suddenly realized what had been bothering me as I looked at the photos on James's wall: dark, curly hair, bow-shaped lips, alabaster skin tinged with olive, and aquiline noses; Jennifer, Mia and myself could have been sisters, our resemblance was that strong.

Looked like I wasn't the only one with some incest issues...

***

"Let me grab you a drink; what are you having?" James asked as he rose from his seat.

"Uhhh...surprise me," I replied, grinning at him over the rim of my martini glass.

I checked out his backside as he walked away. I was definitely on my way to sloshed, but I'd been good the past three weeks since my trial, so I didn't feel too badly.

I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the pressure in my pussy, which was becoming more insistent by the hour. In the weeks following our first sleepover, James and I had been managing at least one a day, every day. Every time was naughty, nasty and incredible.

He was, however, kind of jumping straight into a relationship, and I couldn't shake the feeling that quite a bit of that had to do with my resemblance to his sister. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I did know, however, that my panties were getting soaked. James returned and set down our drinks, just as I rose and grabbed my purse.

"Let's go." 

"What?" James looked puzzled. "I thought we were having another drink."

I leaned over him, touching his neck with one hand and bracing myself with the other as I whispered in his ear. "My panties are soaked through, and if we don't leave right now, I'm liable to climb on your lap and do something about it right here. This is a classy place; we wouldn't want that."

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, motioning for the waitress. "No, we definitely wouldn't want that. Although, on the topic of this being a classy place, our drinks were about ten bucks each, so this 'something' better be worth it."

That cracked a smile out of me. "Don't worry, high roller, it will be. Look at it this way: think how successful you'll look as you walk away and waste a ten dollar beer."

Despite his jocular tone, I noticed James got the bill paid and a cab hailed with alacrity. As we climbed in, I sidled up next to him, sliding a bare leg over his. James gave the cabbie his address, and his hand slid down to my ass, kneading and squeezing through the silky fabric.

"We keep doing this, we're not gonna be able to get any cabbie in New York to pick us up," he whispered in my ear, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth, running his warm tongue over it.

This bar was closer to James's place, so we managed to keep our hands on the outside of each other's clothing. Inside the elevator in his building, however, was a different story. James pulled my thong to the side and jammed two fingers into my soaking pussy as he opened his mouth against mine and caught my loud moan. It felt so good to have something, anything, filling up my searing cunt, I nearly pressed the stop button so I could fuck James right there in the elevator.

His floor came quickly though, and he withdrew his fingers, grinning sadistically at me as he sucked them clean.

"Horny, baby?" he asked, grabbing my elbow as the doors opened.

I said nothing in reply, just quickened my stride.

We got inside and James flicked on the light, and my gaze seemed almost magnetically drawn to the photo wall in his dining area, which was visible from the hallway. So, I was just a substitute for his baby sister, huh?

A smile spread across my face, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He tried to touch me now, but I slapped his other hand away: I was in control now.

He grinned and flopped on the bed, watching as I slid the delicate straps of my dress down my shoulders. The dress pooled on the floor, and I was left standing in nothing but my lacy thong: the dress was not the kind to be worn with a bra.

I stepped between James's legs and reached for his belt buckle, languor creeping into my movements as I undid first the belt and then his pants. James seemed to be losing patience with me, for he'd already unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it off his shoulders. I stepped back and pulled his pants and briefs down in one motion. 

His erect cock slapped back against his stomach, and he reached out for me, but I simply stood there admiring him. 

"You have a beautiful body, James."

He grinned. "Thanks, why don't you come here and show me how much you like it?"

"Move up," I commanded, gesturing to the pillows at the top of the bed.

His grin disappeared. "Bossy little thing," he muttered, but he moved all the same.

"We're gonna play a game; you put your hands above your head and hold onto the headboard, and you don't let go until I tell you, got it?" I climbed onto the bed and slithered in between his legs.

His grin returned and he complied. "Got it."

Where to start... A brownish-pink nipple beckoned me, and I slid up his body and kissed it. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue against it, suckling and gently biting it before turning to its twin. I felt his cock twitch against my tummy as I placed my mouth over his other nipple. 

"Like that?" I murmured, dropping a kiss on it then moving away, downward.

Kissing and licking my way down his stomach, I paused to dip my tongue into his bellybutton, then continued downward. He lifted his hips and his cockhead nudged against my lips, but I drew back.

"Bad," I said, lightly slapping his cock, "You just lie there and don't move."

"Sorry." He grinned unapologetically.

"Uh huh. Just for that, we're starting even further away." I moved down to the foot of the bed, between his ankles.

I pulled one ankle to me and slid my tongue over the bone, in the tender dip between bone and Achilles tendon.

"That feels good," he groaned.

I decided that kind of talking was okay, and continued. I moved up to his knee and flicked my tongue underneath it, touching the tender skin of his knee pit. I placed open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, swirling my tongue, biting him lightly a couple of times. 

I reached the crease where thigh met groin, and I trailed my tongue along that, carefully avoiding his cock. I rose up, met his gaze, then grinned as I moved back down to begin at his other ankle, revelling in his groan of disappointment.

This time, when I made it to the juncture at the top, I paused. "You liking this, baby?" I tongued my way to the spot under his heavy sac.

"Fuck, yes!" Gone was the eloquent lawyer, in his place a man helpless at the pleasure being given him.

I opened my mouth and engulfed one ball, then the other, gently suckling and tonguing them. His groan told me he'd had enough, and I moved my mouth over his cock, slowly sliding my lips around it to the base. I supported myself with one arm, holding his cock with my other hand, jerking the base lightly as I sucked and licked. I swirled my tongue over his silky head over and over, loving the smoothness. I dropped back down to the base of his cock, pushing him into the back of my throat and swallowing, feeling him twitch on my tongue.

I looked up at him, and found him staring at the top of my head, at my hair. I suddenly realized that from the top, my bobbing brown curls looked exactly like his sister's. The dirty pervert. I smiled around his cock. I drew my mouth up to his tip, swirling my tongue around, and released his cock from my mouth while still jerking it with my hand.

"Tell your little sister you want her to suck your cock." I dipped my tongue into the slit in his tip, tasting the drop of precum I'd found there.

"Catherine!" His voice was sharp, but it was clear he didn't know what to say.

I frowned, disappointed. So he could play on the taboo desires of others when he couldn't even acknowledge his own? Oh, no. My smile returned. 

I slid my mouth down his cock in one smooth motion, suctioning hard and swirling my tongue over the veins that were frantically pumping toward his release, before just as quickly pulling off. 

Still jerking him, I smiled sweetly. "Say it, James. Tell your little sister you want to cum in her mouth or you don't get to cum at all."

He hesitated, then I cupped my other hand over his sac and squeezed gently, and he lost the battle of wills. "Do it. Suck my cock, baby sister."

I swallowed his cock with fervor, not just to reward him, but because his words had excited me to the breaking point. My pussy was literally dripping from its position high in the air as I bobbed up and down, licking, sucking and swallowing, using my mouth every way I knew how.

"Faster. Make your big brother cum!" He was frantic now, jerking his hips up to force his cock further and harder into my eager mouth.

I yanked off him, leaving his surely aching cock to flop against his stomach. James blinked at me, savage arousal written on his face.

"Time to eat your baby sister. I've decided I should get to come before you, big brother." So saying, I scooted up his body and settled myself over his mouth. "You can use your hands now."

Two hands came up, harshly gripping my hips and pulling me down to him. My head fell back as a tongue slid up my bare, sensitive pussy lips. Swollen as they were, he had to push to slide his tongue between and up them.

Suddenly he latched onto my clit and suckled, and my hips bucked against his face. 

"Fuck, lick my clit, big brother! Lick it, James!" I moaned as I felt him comply, skimming back my hood as he flicked his tongue against my clit.

Two fingers found their way inside me, and I convulsed around them. I was close. I clasped and unclasped my inner walls around the thrusting fingers, soaking his hand in my juices.

His mouthed moved away from my clit, and the hand on my hip gripped me when I tried to follow, holding me in place. "You like that, baby sister? You want to come in your brother's mouth?" His hazel eyes were glowing with intensity.

"Yes." I tried to resettle over his mouth, but his fingers withdrew from my gushing pussy and he dug the fingers of both hands into my hips. "Please!"

"Too bad." 

Suddenly, I was on my back with a hand fisted in my hair and a cock being guided to my lips.

"Open up."

I opened my mouth obediently, and tried not to choke as he shoved his whole cock in mercilessly. A knee on each side of me, he began jerking wildly in and out.

"You want to be my little sister? This is what good little sisters do for their big brothers!" he grunted, pistoning in and out of my mouth, holding himself up with one arm, holding my head stationary with the other hand.

The pitiless face-fucking and the dirtiness of his words thrilled me, and I felt a burning-tingling sensation from my clit to my toes. I reached down a hand to relieve some of the pressure in my clit, but James leaned back and grabbed my hands. He hauled them up over my head and pinned them there, and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

"It doesn't work like that, you little cocktease. You're not getting off without me, understand?" His strokes slowed, more languid now, and he pulled out for a second so I could murmur my assent before he pushed back in.

"Beg me, and I'll fuck you." His cock touched the back of my throat. "Beg your big brother," he whispered, gazing at me with his glazed hazel eyes.

His cock was withdrawn and I couldn't plead fast enough. "Fuck me, James! Please, fuck your little sister!" My voice broke as I cried for him to fuck me, to do anything to alleviate the pressure in my swollen, dripping pussy.

He slid down between my legs, still pinning my wrists, but now tormenting my clit with his cockhead. 

"Who do you want to fuck you?" he asked against my ear.

"My big brother," I moaned as he pushed inside me, spearing through my wet folds.

He reached down and hooked first one arm under a knee, then the other, continuing his easy thrusts. I felt the hot, bare skin of his cock sliding into me, and no worry permeated my mind that there was no condom; James was fastidious about wearing condoms, which made me think how turned on he must be to have forgotten one.

I pulled his head down and nipped at his neck and ear. "Tell me how you wanted it, James. Tell me how you wanted to fuck your baby sister." I dipped my tongue inside his ear.

He groaned, and his cock seemed to drive deeper of its own will. "I wanted you forever. I saw you dating other guys, and I wished it was me,." His intensity increased as he continued, "I wished it was me taking you out, getting the chance to be your first!" His thrusts bordered on wild now.

I swirled my tongue in the shell of his ear, then withdrew it and whispered, "I wished it was you, too." My pussy spasmed at those filthy words, a wave of juices gushing out over James's cock.

"Fuck!" His head snapped back, and his eyes bore into mine as he started driving into me hard and deep. 

He was trying to claim his baby sister as he'd never been able to, to take her so completely that no man besides him would ever do. And it was working. Suddenly, I was Mia. His little sister, who'd loved him and worshipped him, and wanted every night for him to come to my room and do just this.

I felt my G-spot swell and push against the invading cock, and I clasped my pussy to increase the contact. My inner walls began clamping of their own volition then, and I felt my orgasm starting, but I didn't want to come alone.

"James, I'm gonna come. I'm coming on your cock, big brother." My cunt clasped even as I said it, and the dam of James's control burst. 

He spread my knees even wider and began slamming into me, punishing my swollen pussy lips but gratifying my wildly spasming inner walls. I bucked up to meet him, electric jolts running through my pussy as I exploded on my big brother's cock, twisting and moaning and clutching at him. 

My orgasm was deep, coursing through my entire body and seeming to go on forever, and then I felt James jerk hard into me and begin to release hot spurts of cum. I thought I'd peaked, but my brother's cumming inside me pushed me up to a new pinnacle, and I screamed as I clamped down on his cock and came even harder.

Finally, neither of us had anything left to give. James collapsed on top of me, and I splayed out underneath him. I stroked the back of his head, and dropped a kiss on his salty wet shoulder.

***

I awoke to an empty bed. Throwing off the covers I went in search of James without bothering to throw on any clothing. I found him in his den, staring broodingly out the window.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

He didn't look at me nor did he answer for a long moment. He finally spoke, but his gaze remained averted. "I want to fuck my sister."

A grin pulled at my mouth, but I tried not to give in for the sake of sensitivity. "Yeah, so I gathered."

His head turned and his hazel eyes pierced me. "My baby sister. I'm sick. It's not just some role-playing thing: I actually want to fuck her. To be with her." His face twisted, projecting his agony, and he turned his gaze back to the window.




My Lawyer Fucked Three Times



Lawyers are evil people. They lie and cheat their way to get anything they want and fuck anybody who gets in their way. And even when they do a shitty job, you still have to pay them lots of money for their time. My lawyer, Gloria Chase, was one these lawyers for sure. I know because during the time I have known her she has fucked me over three times.

This all began about 5 years ago when my bitchy ex wife has decided to sue me for more alimony. My original lawyer, Jim Young, assured me that she would get an extra dime from me. On the first day of the trial, however, Jim didn't show up. The whole court was just sitting there waiting for him to arrive so we could proceed. He was supposed to be here at 10am, and it was now 10:15. I kept checking my cell phone waiting for him to call; I already left him three voice messages and several texts. I was of course very tense; my life was on the line here because my bitch of an ex-wife was going to sue me for more alimony. Why the fuck did I marry her I will never understand.

A couple of minutes later the doors in the back opened. Everybody turned their heads expected to see my lawyer walk into the courtroom, but instead it was this very beautiful woman brunette wearing a blue business suit that hugged her curves in all the right places. I was captivated by her, and I was pretty sure everybody other guy in the courtroom was also. I looked over at my ex-wife and as expected she was sneering at her as she does to every woman who she knows is prettier than her.

The woman walked up to my table and set her briefcase down on it.

"Your Honor, I'm Gloria Chase," she began to say. "I'm sorry to say that Jim Young, Mr. Avildsen's lawyer, passed away this morning."

Damn! I thought. I felt really bad, especially since the last two messages I left him where not that flattering.

"I would like to request a continuance, your Honor" she continued to say. "Since this case has just fallen into my lap due to these unforeseen circumstances, I need more time to discuss the case with my client."

My ex-wife's lawyer tried to protest, but of course the judge allowed it and scheduled the case to resume next week. Under the circumstances, any judge would've done the same.

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Back at her office she sat down behind her desk and I took the chair in front of it. I tried not to be too distracted by her beauty, but it was hard. She was at the most 30 years old. She had long black hair, tied in the back. Her eyes were deep blue and could be seen from across the room. I know I already mentioned her body, but I had to talk about it again. First she had a great ass; I'm not usually an ass guy, but it was incredible. As for her breasts, I couldn't tell much from the suit, but it did give you the impression that she was holding some amazing D-cups under her blouse.

"I'm sorry to hear about, Jim" she began to say. "I hear you two were friends."

"I guess so," I said. "More like friend of the family, really. But I did know him for a long time. How did he die?"

"Heart attack," she said. "Surprised?"

"He was pushing 70 and weight 250 lbs; I'm surprised he could even walk."

She giggled, it was cute.

"Well let me assure you that you have nothing to worry about. Your ex is not going to get another dime from you. She has no reasonable cause for demanding more money from you every month. She won't leave that courtroom with any more than you are already giving her."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said.

I was relieved because her lawyer was a bastard in court and I barely got out of the divorce with half my money. I run a very successful software company that makes about 20 million a year. In the divorce the she got half my money, all the cars, the house, my stamp and coin collection and somehow my gym membership. On top of that I had to pay her an obscene amount of money to her every month.

The last few years my company has made some moves that now gain a profit 50 million a year, and my ex figured that she deserves more money. I'm already not living the life I should because of the money she took from me and continues to take from me, I can't give her more. I really did not want to give the bitch more money.

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A week later, that bitch got more money. I didn't understand what happened. The trial began great, my lawyer, Gloria, was very impressive. But then my ex's bastard lawyer from hell began to speak and everything fell apart. He kept countering every one of Gloria's arguments and questions and near the end it was Gloria who messed up a few things that made her seem like a first year law student.

By the time it was all over the judge awarded my ex twice as much for alimony than I'm already giving her. I was beginning to envy Jim Young; I would rather have his heart attack than have to go through this trial again.

We were back at Gloria's office. It was the end of the day, and everybody else in the firm had left for their homes, so it was just me and her in the office. She was sitting behind her desk, slouching, looking depressed and wondering what went wrong.

"What he went wrong?" I asked angrily as I paced back and forth in the office.

"I don't know," she replied.

"I thought you knew what you were doing! This past week you convinced me that that bitch had no case! That I was not going to have to give her more money!"

"I know," she said.

"Then what the fuck happened?"

"I have no idea."

I stopped pacing and looked right at her.

"How incompetent are you? I thought you were a great lawyer."

"I am a good lawyer I just had a set back."

"This was more than just a set back. How did you get this job anyway?"

"I... I might as well confess I gave one of the partners a blowjob to get this job."

"WHAT?!!" I screamed.

I couldn't believe this revelation. Not only was this woman incompetent, but she was apparently more of a whore than my ex-wife. 

"I just got sick of my old law firm and I knew I was good enough for one the bigger ones like these," she said. "But I couldn't get into the front door, so when the opportunity presented itself I took it. I blew one of the partners and then blackmailed him into giving me this job."

Blackmail too. That definitely explained everything now.

"Great!" I said. "Can this get any worse?"

"Listen to me," she began to say. She got up from behind her desk and walked right up to me. "Give me a second chance, I can get us back in court and I can do better this time. I'll even do it for free."

"Forget it," I said. "You fucked me once you're not going to fuck me again."

"Well," she said as she gently put her hand on my shoulder. "What if I do fuck you? And I don't mean in court."

I was astonished. I couldn't believe that any woman would stoop this low.

"No," I said as I pushed her hand away. "I can't take the risk."

"Listen to me. I can't lose this case, even with the blackmail I don't think I can keep this job. I need to make up for this to stay here. What else do you have to lose?"

True, I thought. There is no other reason for my ex to take more money from me anyway even if I do go back to court. There is a fifty-fifty chance the judge could overturn the previous decision.

"Do I still get to fuck you?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered with a wicked smile.

I pulled her close and kissed her hard. We worked our way to the desk while kicking off our shoes and taking off my jacket and tie. When we got to the desk I grabbed a fistful of her hair from the back of her head and forced her down to her knees where she began undoing my belt and zipper and pulled my pants than boxers down. My dick, fully erect, jumped up to her face and almost hit her in the eye. She opened her lips wide and slowly took the whole thing into her mouth. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft, her tongue massaging it every time it went in and out of her mouth. I was still grabbing her hair while she did this, I didn't have to she was doing it perfectly on her own, I just liked to have some sense of control. I got her to deep throat me several times. Each time I reached the back of her throat I held it there for several seconds for her to gag on and then pulled it out of her mouth and watched her face as it teared up and the saliva dripping from her mouth.

After a few minutes I got her back on her feet and bent her over the desk. I got from behind her and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a black thong which I grabbed and pulled downwards until it hit the floor. I grabbed her by the hips as I shoved my dick right inside her. It was the warmest and wettest pussy I have ever felt, and it was surprisingly tight too. I was pushing myself in her fast and hard, she moaned with each thrust into her pussy. I gave her ass a few good slaps which she seemed to love so I did it some more.

I pulled out of her and turned her around to face her. She had a big smile on her face. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. I pushed her away and gave her a good slap on the face which she loved because she asked me to do it again and I did. I then ripped open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. She was wearing a black bra which I pulled down to her waste by the straps. Her tits were beautiful, and I was right about them being D cups. I grabbed at them and began sucking on each one like they were mountains of candy.

We helped each other take the rest of our clothes off then threw everything on tope of her desk to the floor. I threw her on top of the desk and then got right on top of her. I spread her legs open, which probably wasn't hard for her to do, and threw my dick right inside of her. Our bodies were pressed hard against each other; I was holding the edges of the table while she had her nails digging into my back. She screamed into my ear as I pumped myself into her harder and faster.

I slowed down a little so I wouldn't blow my load too soon, this bitch was really getting me going and I was afraid I was going to do that. We kissed some more, her tongue wormed its way into my mouth, she tasted great. I quickened my pace again and began fucking her as fast and hard as I did before. She screamed for more and more, I tried to oblige as best I could.

Eventually I couldn't hold it any longer and with one last thrust I shot every ounce of cum I had in me right into her. Her body shook as she went through one last orgasm.

"That was amazing," she said. "Does this mean I get a second chance?"

"Do I get to fuck you again?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Then you got a second chance."

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This time Gloria did her job wonderfully. Not only had she convinced the judge to overturn his previous decision, she even got the original alimony payments cut down to half. She even got me one of my cars back from her as well.

But as I originally stated in the beginning, my lawyer fucked me three times. How is that? You may be asking yourselves. First she fucked me when she screwed up the first trial, then she fucked me a second time when I pounded her pussy in her office, and as for the third time, that was completely unexpected. It turns out that day in the office when I fucked her I got her pregnant, and now I have to pay her a shit load of money every month.

The End!!!