6 comments/ 53103 views/ 15 favorites Mary Sue in Slut Court By: TheWorldSpins July's the worst damn part of the year in Mississippi, ain't it? It's hotter than hell here in the courthouse, and I've been waiting for my turn to come up over an hour. It'll be a while, so I figure I'll fill y'all in, since you seem new to these parts, to how it works around here. It's been a full year since they passed the "Protecting Our Society" Act up in Jackson, and after all the bullshit and bad press in the national media, it looks like the Slut Courts are here to say. Sorry, I guess if you ain't from around here, you might still call 'em "Family and Morality Tribunals." Folks that know better call 'em what they are: Slut Court. It's where all the sexual degenerates go to have their case heard. If you don't know about it, let me tell you: the State of Mississippi's got some new ideas about sexual deviants that are a little different from New York City and San Francisco. I've made a business outta offering my legal expertise to some of the girls caught up by the law, and let me tell you, business is good. For those of y'all ain't heard, the POS law was Mississippi's answer to all the teen pregnancy and what they called "sexual degeneracy." They'd already shut down all the abortion clinics and gone abstinence-only in the schools. They'll cut ya off welfare and Medicaid for the slightest infraction, too. They couldn't really get birth control out, but they damn sure tried. The politicians up in Jackson got hold of an idea to criminalize a bunch of, let's call 'em, lascivious behaviors--whatever Washington would let 'em get away with--and then set up some new courts to hold all the extra cases. You try to get them cheap bastards to pay for a court, though, and you'll see how quick it almost shut down. So, as far as I see it, the Slut Courts got the runts of the litter all around: worst judges, worst DAs, and the worst public defenders. Believe me, that's sayin' a lot. Me, I got into it for the same reason that most of them bunch stuck around: the pussy. I mean, I'm defending a bunch of girls brought up on charges for criminal sluttery. Why not have 'em pay me with ass? My law degree is barely worth the paper it's printed on in a real court, but hell, in Slut Court I'm Clarence Fuckin' Darrow. Let me tell you about the best--and worst--case I ever took. So anyways, 'bout six months before, I had a girl from Pascagoula, brought up on charges for anal sex with a couple of boys from the high school. She was facing a $5000 fine and some community service time, and the girl was losing her goddamn mind over it. See, it turns out, her daddy was a preacher, and if word got out about what she was up to, his name wouldn't be worth shit all over town. The little slut's name was Mary Sue. I shit you not. Brunette, teenage, even a damn cheerleader--she'd make your dick damn near bust out the front of your britches. She was a little thing, too, "petite," they call 'em: just a hair over 5 feet tall, with a tight little ass and perky tits you just want to suck on 'til she gets nice and wet. Her momma was like that too, and her daddy the preacher wasn't no big man, neither. She got her momma's looks, thank the Lord. I could see how her little freckles and cherry lips would really set the boys off. Her long, brown hair, usually up in a pony tail, would make a nice handle to hold her up when you're fucking her doggie, that's for damn sure. She came to me about in tears and begged me to take her case. My practice was barely holdin' on, money wise: there ain't even a receptionist at my office to this day. I took her back into my office and told her to fill me in on all the details and not to leave nothing out might be relevant to the case. "Well, sir," she said, "I known Cody all my life. We started foolin' around when I was sixteen, but nothin' much 'til the past few months." I just had to interrupt her. I like to get as much of the facts as I can from these little tramps. "Knowledge is power," like the man says. "Now, did you violate the law at all during this time?" She wrinkled her forehead. Shit, she sure made thinking look hard. "Sir, I'm not real sure about the law. Are you asking about any...'sexual relations' 'tween me and Cody?" I told her that's what I meant, and she spilled. Evidently, the boy never did much for her pleasure, but she'd been sucking his dick for a few years off and on before they started "dating." Around here, "dating" usually meant it was time for a girl to start spreadin' her legs, and I figured that was next. I wasn't ready to move on from my questions, though. "I'm sorry, honey," I asked her, trying to keep it real professional soundin', "but I gotta ask. The law's got different punishments for different levels of sexual degeneracy. I need to know: during these 'oral incidents' were you clothed, partially nude, or fully nude?" She turned redder than a stop sign. "At first I was...partially clothed, but after some spills, I was mostly nude after that." I continued. "In addition to oral sex on the penis, did you also engage in oral activities with the young man's testicles?" You could tell she was really starting to sweat. "You mean his balls? I reckon I did, sir. Is that bad?," she asked. "All the way in, or just your tongue?," I asked. She looked like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "All the way, sir," was all she could manage. "Is it bad? To be honest, some people might take that as evidence of a history of sexual deviancy," I informed her. She looked ashamed. I can't lie--I get off a bit on humiliating these whores that come into my office. "Now, you said there was no vaginal contact in these prior incidents. Did you ever have any oral contact on Cody's anal area?" I threw that one in just to fuck with her. Her eyes went wide, and she squirmed a bit in her seat. "No, sir, I wouldn't do that kind of thing." "Well, I had to ask once I learned of your habit of inserting testicles into your mouth. Alright, Mary Sue, one last question on this subject. Did you ever commit the unlawful act of swallowing the boy's semen? This one is pretty serious." She went from grossed out to a little scared. I'd definitely caught her on this one. "Well, sir," she said slowly, "I got some in my eye one time and it hurt like...heck. After that, I figured it was simpler to just let him do it in my mouth." I shot her a concerned look, real worried. "That kind of sexual deviancy and moral degeneration might make the case a little tougher. It shows a pattern of immoral and anti-social behavior. Don't you worry, though, I'll make sure to spin it with the judge the best I can." Mary Sue started to tell me the details of what happened the night she got fucked in the ass, since that's really what the case was about. She had gone over to Cody's house thinking a bunch of their friends would be there. When she arrived, there was just Cody and a boy named Dontrell. She started to freeze up after she said his name. "What happened next, honey?" She was breathing heavy and wouldn't keep her head up to look at me. I could tell she was nervous and embarrassed, so I gave her a minute to get her shit straight. "Cody told me that he owed Dontrell some money for something. He wouldn't say what. Dontrell didn't say nothing, just sat there smilin', like he knew what was gonna happen. Cody asked me if I loved him, and I told him I did. Then he told me that Dontrell said he'd let Cody's debts slide for a chance to do it with me." At that moment I thanked the lord for the privacy panel on my desk. I couldn't have the little bitch see my hard-on while I was listening to her sob story. With a little encouragement from me, she continued. "I was real scared. I didn't know Dontrell, but I didn't want him to hurt Cody. I hoped that maybe I could just give him a blowjob. I didn't want him...I mean, Mr. Whalley--I'm still a virgin." I've been taking these cases for a year now, and I've never met an actual virgin. At first I thought she was lying, but the story she told convinced me. "Dontrell took me into Cody's bedroom and took his clothes off. His thing was pretty big--bigger than Cody's at least--and he told me to strip off my shirt and start...he called it 'slobbin' his knob.' I was glad, 'cause I thought that if he got off that way, he'd leave me and Cody alone. It didn't go like that, though. After five or six minutes of sucking, he pushed my head away and told me to take off my bottoms." I wanted to ask her to describe herself sucking a fat cock, but I couldn't think up a flimsy legal justification at the moment. "I told Dontrell I was a virgin and begged him to let me finish him with just my mouth. He wasn't rough or nothing; actually, he was pretty laid back. He told me he had an idea, and then he went rummagin' around in the bathroom for sumthin'. When he came back, he brought some, like, baby oil. Then he told me I could stay a virgin if I let him put it in my butt." "Now, Miss Cummings," I interrupted, "am I correct in saying that Mr. Wilkins propositioned you for an act of anal fornication?" "Yes, Mr. Whalley, he said he was gonna fornicate my anus." "Proceed, Miss Cummings..." "Well, I was real scared, but he told me he did it all the time, and that he would go real slow and stretch my hole out first." I asked her what she said in response, and she said that she agreed to go along with the boy's plans. Damn, I wanted to switch place with that son of a bitch. Mary Sue, prodded along by yours truly, described a handful of household implements that found themselves, one after enough, lodged in her asshole: a magic marker, a hairbrush handle, and finally, a little tapered lotion bottle. To be honest, I'da probably blown my load just seein' that happen. Hey, boy's got stamina. Anyway, once he'd stretched her out, he evidently filled her her asshole with that baby oil and started drilling her anally from behind. Mary Sue told me it hurt, even after all the stretching, but that she didn't ever tell him to stop. Listening to her describe her own ass fucking gave me time to devise some more legal inquiries. "You're doing great here, Mary Sue," I encouraged her, "now I just need to know how this incident escalated to include Cody's involvement." "Well, sir, after Dontrell...finished--" I cut her off. "Miss Cummings, what was the nature of this climax?" "He came," she said, wincing in humiliation, "inside my butt." "So you're saying that Mr. Wilkins ejaculated his semen into your rectum?" "Yes, sir, he did. By that time, Cody was watching, and when Dontrell left, he said it was his turn." "Did you express any opposition to Cody engaging you in further anal intercourse?" "Well, by then I was little...discombobulated. I didn't really say much of nothin', and Cody just started right where Dontrell left off." "And Cody's semen, Miss Cummings? Where did that end up?" "Same place as Dontrell's, Mr. Whalley. Same place." "Well, honey," I told her in my best reassuring voice, "it seems like you've admittedly violated a number of Mississippi laws against sodomy and against the acceptance of multiple men's semen into your bodily cavities. On top of that, you've committed countless acts of unlawful ingestion of male reproductive fluids. How'd the police catch wind of this little incident?" "Sir, I think Dontrell told people around town. Only way I can figure." I assured Mary Sue that I had a good relationship with the judge, and that I could help her. Then I hit her with the likely price tag and she nearly pissed herself. "I can't afford that, Mr. Whalley. That'll cost as much as the fine! What'm I supposed to do?" "Well, now, that might seem like a lot, but a case like yours is all kinds of complicated, what with your admitted participation in a degenerate act of anal sex with multiple young men. Why don't you ask your momma and daddy for the cash?" "They don't know nothing 'bout any of this. It'd kill them!" Jackpot. "Well, missy, I'm sure we can work something out. I'll find a way to put you to work, maybe, and you won't have to pay the sticker price. I could use you around the office--I haven't had time to hire me an assistant with all these cases I'm handling down at the courthouse. How's that sound?" She promised to pay me or work for me, if we could figure something out. I know what you're thinking: I shoulda just fucked her then and there. Trust me: these girls can be unpredictable. I knew a better way to make sure she didn't cause no trouble. That week, I took her on a little road trip. She told her parents she was going to volunteer rebuilding a church that burnt down a few hours up the road. I knew she couldn't be seen in a Slut Court around here, so we drove up north a ways to sit in on a session. There was no real legal reason to do it, but I told her it was important to see how the things work in case she does end up giving "secret testimony" in the judge's chambers. Mostly, I just wanted to scare the living shit out of her and make her do what I say. Once we arrived, there was already a crowd of men standing around outside the court. All the old lechers and horndogs attend these things--gives 'em something to go home and beat off to, I say. We got a seat inside and watched a couple of cases proceed. Slut Court was nothing if not efficient. Old Judge Radbourn got 'em in and got 'em out. The first girl was there for unlawful seduction of an authority figure. Turns out she was caught in the parking lot of the local high school, riding her math teacher's dick in the driver's seat of his Chrysler. He got fired, but she caught the charge. I mighta gotten myself fired for her, though--one of them big-titted sluts who'll probably grow up to be a land whale. At eighteen years old, though, she's just built to fuck: full lips, nice hourglass, with a big 'ol round ass. I love a redhead, too. This one, unfortunately, was just pleadin' out, so there wasn't no testimony. That's the best part, usually--some fella telling the whole court how he fucked a girl, him walkin' out a stud, and her pickin' up litter for bein' a dumb slut. That gave the men a whole lotta "leverage" for keepin' women in their place. You think them legislature boys thought about that before passin' the law? I watched Mary Sue's heart sink when the judge announced that the girl would have to pick up garbage outside the high school for a month after school. They liked to put all the girls they punish in slut court together for these things, so that if a guy knows one girl's a slut, then he knows the whole crew was caught for some kind of fornicatin'. The next girl was facing a pretty steep penalty: multiple counts of reproductive fluid ingestion and a count of contributing to the dissolution of a marriage, one of the worst crimes. Turns out she was a babysitter for a couple, and the husband took to comin' home earlier than expected, just to catch some time alone with her. Anyway, the little bitch told his wife, and she up and left him. Let's say that he was an enthusiastic witness for the prosecution. "Sir, on the night in question, can you describe the acts performed by the defendant, Miss Carter?" "Yes, sir. Miss Carter removed her clothing, and then my trousers, and began to suck my cock." The judge interrupted, and I took my chance to hold on to Mary Sue's hand and guide my own hand to her thigh. I was especially happy that the girl looked similar enough to Mary Sue herself--brunette, a bit scrawny, but cute as hell when she's all made up for court. What made it even better was how beat to hell the fucker up on the stand was. It made me chuckle to think of a fugly son of a bitch gettin' head from such a cute little pole smoker. "Sir, please use proper language. This is a court of law, not some locker room." "Apologies, judge. Ummm... the young lady in question performed oral fornications on my penis," he said. "And this was not the first time that the defendant performed fellatio on you, Mr. Conroy?," the prosecutor asked. "No, sir. She regularly seduced me into letting her perform fellatio on me." The girl's defense counsel was ol' Roy Haskins, one of central Mississippi's shittiest known lawyers, a man who couldn't win a case if his life depended on it. He sat there, slack-jawed while the prosecution ran all over his girl. "One last question for the court, sir. In any of these oral copulations, did Ms. Carter ever swallow your ejaculate?" "Yes, sir. After I told her not to make a mess on my carpet, she always swallowed my sperm." The prosecutor was done, and you know the defense didn't have any questions. I was lucky to walk into this one. This snippy bitch was about to get bent over by Judge Radbourn, right in front of my mark, little Mary Sue. "Well, I've heard enough. Can the defendant rise?" The girl stood up, her knees wobblin'. She could tell she was about to get bushwhacked as much as the rest of us. "Miss Carter, your lascivious, immoral efforts to entrap a married man by repeated acts of fellatio are an affront to the morals and values of the good people of Mississippi. The court levies a $5,000 fine and orders you to obtain a letter of satisfaction from Mr. Conroy, that you have undone the damage caused to his marriage through your actions. Do you understand, girl?" Even from the side, you could see her face just on fire, probably from shame and anger all at the same time. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry for what I done." I figured it couldn't get much better than that, so I took Mary Sue by the hand and helped steady her as she stood up. "Is it always like this?," she asked me, clearly fighting back tears. "No, sweetie," I told her, "they went really easy on these two." Her face went white as a ghost. I waited for that Carter girl to walk out before following her. I knew what was coming. Once we opened the door, we stepped into a crowd of people, mostly middle-aged men, but some teenage boys and even a few older women. They were whoopin' and hollerin' calling the girl a "slut" and threatenin' to take care of her themselves. Mary Sue was terrified, and I knew then and there she'd do anything to avoid that kind of scene. A young guy, maybe 18, came up and asked me if Mary Sue was my sweetheart or if I was her lawyer. She could tell she'd be in for the same treatment if I told the truth, but I pulled her in close and squeezed her tight ass a bit. "She's my little honey bunny, ain't ya, Mary Sue?" She smiled weakly, and then strained upwards to give me a little peck on the cheek. "That's right, big daddy." I decided right then that she was gonna call me that later tonight. I smirked a bit watchin' that Carter girl go up to talk to Mr. Conroy. I had a feeling that the only way she was gonna get that letter signed was to suck his dick and a whole lot more. Good for him. As I drove Mary Sue home, I figured I'd use the time to put her in the right frame of mind. "I want to set you straight on what's gonna happen in your case. If we were to go to trial, both the boys would be called to the stand. The state likes to immunize the boys to get them to tell the whole story. That means they'd describe all the sexual incidents in graphic detail." "And everyone could hear?," she asked in horror. "Everyone in town who can fit in that courtroom, and that means everyone from church. At a hearing like that, you'd almost certainly be found guilty, even if you stood up there and lied. Now we could plead guilty, and avoid anybody testifyin', but you'd still have to go into court to plead. The judge would still read out the charges publicly, and you'd sure as hell end up in the paper." Mary Sue slumped in her seat. "So it's hopeless, then?" I made my move. "Now, hold on. You saw ol' Roy Haskins slumped over in his chair like dead weight? Well I'm a lot better than him. If I was your lawyer, I could go to the judge and try to work something out to keep this all sealed. Me and Judge Clay back home go way back, and I bet we could find a way for you to face a minor punishment as a first-time sexual degenerate and not have anything go public." Mary Sue in Slut Court For the first time in a long time, I saw her smile. As much as I like puttin' these girls through hell first to get what I want, she did look pretty when she was smiling. "You could do that for me?," she asked hopefully. "Now, don't get ahead of yourself. I ain't your lawyer yet. I told you I'd need you to put in work for me, if you don't have the cash for my retainer. I'll need to see you a couple of hours after school." We drove for another hour or so, mostly in silence, though I occasionally managed to come up with a way to make a few "probing" questions sound like legal ones. I found out that she wasn't seeing Cody, that she had never had an orgasm before, and that she had only watched porn a few times before, when Cody showed her videos of blowjobs so that she would do a better job sucking his cock. Once we got back to my office, it was almost getting dark. I figured I only had a few hours before she needed to get back home and that she was primed and ready. It was time to finally make my move. "Miss Cummings, before I have you sign your work contract, I want to make a few things clear to you. This is real important, and I want you to remember that the alternative to my offer is what you saw today." She nodded her head. I took one last moment to drink her in. Her long, silky brown hair, cascading down over her narrow shoulders. Her small but perky tits, covered by a thin cotton blouse, standing out from a flat, toned stomach. The long legs that I'd soon be spreading wide to make room for myself. That cherry little mouth I'd make moan and scream. I took a couple of steps towards her, forcing her to crane her neck upwards towards me. Then I put my hands on her shoulders. "Mary Sue, you're not really trained for working in a legal office. What I need from you is something you're naturally made for, something I know you're good at." I took my hands from her shoulders. With one hand I held her chin up to look straight into my eyes. With the other, I unzipped by pants and pulled my stiff dick out. "Don't worry," I told her, "if you do right by me, I won't call the law on you." She looked confused until I returned my hands to her shoulders and effortlessly pushed her to her knees. My cock grazed against the side of her face as she descended. Once she was down where she belonged, I moved her head up to look at me as I'd done before. "You're gonna suck it for now, and we're gonna have even more fun later. Nobody's ever gonna know about it, and if you're a real good girl, I'll even make you cum for the first time." She looked for a second like she might start to cry. The pouty little look was damn adorable and only made me want to shove my dick into her gullet even more. "Please Mr. Whalley," she said, "I'm not a slut. Don't make me do this." I smiled down at her. "Oh, honey, I know you're not a slut--at least not out in the street. But in here, you are gonna be my slut. I ain't makin' you do nothin'. You can leave right now and end up like that girl today. Or you can do what you're supposed to do, like a real woman should. Don't let my cock get soft, now. Get to suckin' it." Mary Sue hesitated for a moment before bringin' her soft, pillowy lips to the head of my cock. I expected her to be tentative, but after swirling her tongue over the head and licking up and down my shaft a few times, she proceeded to try jam my rod as far down her throat as possible. It was clear the girl had learned to give head by watching a bunch of porno sword swallowers and imitating them. I gave thanks to Cody's training and enjoyed her efforts to inhale my johnson. Thick ropes of spit connected her mouth to my cock whenever she drew back for breath. It was damn hot to see such a small girl take my thick, meaty cock so far into her throat. What I lacked in academic achievement, I make up for downstairs, and yet the little slut just kept going further and further, until she finally bottomed out, her nose pressed into my crotch fully. Feeling her throat ripple and flex against my member was a new kind of good feeling. She hastily withdrew my dick, breathing heavy like a diver coming up for air. "I...didn't....think...I...could...do...it," she said, panting and gasping. I didn't want her to get too comfortable, talkin' when she should be suckin', so I thrust back in. I'm not kiddin': I've heard of girls who can deep throat before, but it was a damn shock to find one, and she turns out to be the preacher's girl. I got a good handful of her hair, and when she'd get her lips down to the base of my dick, I'd just grind her face as fast as I could until she had to pull back, gasping for breath and in tears. After a while, I got tired of standing, so I led her over to my office chair and sat down. She knelt between my legs and soon was back bobbing her head up and down my pole again. It was harder now for her to get my cock all the way down her throat, but it didn't stop her from trying. I got the sense that she thought this was just what blowjobs were: a girl trying to bore a hole out the back of her head with a cock. Most of the time, being a virgin only made a girl tentative handling a dick. This girl had just enough information and experience to give great head without ever knowing that she could do an easier, half-ass job and still get away with it. She was perfect. "Suck on my balls while you jerk me off," I growled. I wanted to see her pretty little face covered in cum. She complied, and I got to experience the pure joy that comes from feeling your nuts bathed in a warm, wet mouth. Her little hand was pumping furiously up and down my thick, slippery cock, her pretty, painted fingernails a blur of motion. In this position, I could look down right into her eyes. She didn't look afraid anymore--she looked into it. "Stroke me off onto that pretty face of yours," I commanded. "I want to paint you white." She complied unquestioningly, and I rewarded her with a heavy, slimy blast of cum onto the bridge of her nose. My cock continued to fire off shot afer shot of goo onto her delicate features, covering her eyelids and cheeks until one final spurt remained on the tip of my dick. I moved it to her lips, so that she could taste me, and she stuck her tongue out to accept the remnants of my seed. "Use your fingers to shovel my load into your mouth," I ordered. Again, I got no resistance from the girl, as she dutifully obeyed and used her fingers like a squeegee to slide the heavy loads stuck to her face into her greedy little mouth. Once I was satisfied with her progress, I stroked her hair a bit. God, she looked good down there on the floor. "I got a washroom if you want to get that cum off your face," I told her. She thanked me and disappeared for a minute. I knew I wanted to fuck her next. I'd only need a few minutes to recharge. But which hole? There was something to be said for either one. Fucking a virgin pussy is one of a man's greatest honors, of course. On the other hand, the old saying about anal's true, too: It's hotter, tighter, and more degrading for the girl. Deciding which one to fuck was one of those good kinds of problems. Once Mary Sue returned, I motioned for her to come over. "Girl, I need to tell you a few things you missed this time. I know you're pretty new at this, and I'm sure your momma ain't gonna explain it to you, so listen up. First, you always gotta clean a man's cock when you make him cum. It's just good manners. Second, a good girl needs to say 'thank you' when she receives a man's seed, no exceptions. Last thing: I don't want head from a plastic fuck-doll. You ain't a plastic fuck-doll, are ya honey?" I remember her looking down at my feet and answering with a mumbled response. "No, Sir. I ain't a...I ain't one of them." "Good. That means talking to me. I wanna know how happy you are to suck my cock, how much you're looking forward to slurping down my cum, how great my balls taste in your mouth. You got me?" She looked up. "Yes, sir." I looked on at her impatiently. She finally caught on. "Mr. Whalley, I really liked the taste of your dick and your balls. I...ummmm...hope you liked cumming on my face. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I'll tell you all about how much I want to suck you, whenever you want me to." I was glad to see my little cum dumpster was so open to criticism. I wondered what her response would be to what I had in mind. Mary Sue was starting to look anxious, when I realized I knew what was next. "How long for we gotta get you home, girl?" I already knew the answer; the question was a test. If she said she needed to get home immediately, I knew she was spooked by what was going on and looking for a way out of it. If she told the truth--that we had an hour to go--then I'd know she was game for more. "My momma said to be back by 7:30, so I guess an hour, sir." Ha! I always heard that preachers' daughters were sluts, but I think that was when I first figured this little piece of ass out. Mary Sue was a natural-born slut. She just needed a man to tell her what to do, and she'd go along happily for the ride. "Good. I think it's been long enough, so let's try this again. What do you say?" She looked confused for a second. Nobody accused her of being a genius, that's for damn sure. "Can I please give you a blowjob, sir?" "Yes, you may. First take off those clothes, though. I want to feel you all over this time." Mary Sue fumblingly stripped off the tight cotton tube skirt and skimpy little shirt she had on. Her tiny tits didn't need a bra, but she had a little camisole underneath and a pair of little bikini-type panties. She didn't make a show of stripping like she was at a titty bar or anything. She just took her underwear off and stood there, arms at her sides. Her tits were tiny, but on her slender little body they looked perfect. I especially appreciated the way her nipples were standing at attention. I suspected that, however she got herself into this mess, she'd end up enjoyin' how I was gonna use her body. Her snatch had a little patch of hair, but I'd get her to shave all that off soon enough. She dropped to her knees and took my cock back into her mouth. I got hard again real quick like that, and pretty soon she was back to gagging on my dick as it entered her throat. Just when I thought I was going to have to start disciplining her, the light switch flipped in her mind, and she started to do what she knew she was supposed to do. After she came up for air, she started doin' like I'd said. "Mr. Whalley, your cock was so big and so thick in my mouth. I could barely fit it all in," she purred. It was still obvious that she wasn't really feeling it yet, but she did a good job puttin' on a show. I started running my hands all over her. I stuck my fingers into her mouth to get 'em wet, and when I flicked her clitty for the first time she liked to jump through the ceiling. Squeezing her little tits with one hand, I start strumming her slit, moving up and down, as her lips parted just a bit. Then she didn't need to pretend. "That feels good," she gasped, like she was surprised. "Don't stop." I didn't much feel like takin' orders, but in this case, I had a strong feeling, like I wanted her to cum the first time she got her pussy fucked. If I got her good and ready, it'd make everything easier. At that moment, I wished I had better furniture in the office. I'd love to have even a sofa to fuck on, but all I had in my cramped office is a desk and chairs. The "lobby," if you can call it that, was even worse: just some flimsy old plastic chairs and a couple of end tables. I remembered, though, about an old afghan I kept in the closet, a gift from some old bat I'd represented back before I was taking slut court cases full time. I fetched it and spread it out on the ground. Once I spread it out, I looked up to notice Mary Sue playin' with her pussy, just like I had been doin'. Little squeaks and moans were coming out of her mouth as she seemed to be on the verge of getting herself off. I couldn't have that. I grabbed her arm, almost pulling her to the floor with that one motion. "That's my job, young lady," I told her. "Lay down on the blanket." Her eyes went wide. It must have been the first time she realized that this wasn't going to be a blowjob. "But--you know--I'm tryin' to stay a virgin 'til I get married." I smiled at her. "Girl, you done had a couple of boys nut in your asshole. You got a belly full of my cum already. Right now, you're doin' the work but ain't gettin' shit in return. Don't you wanna know what it feels like to cum? Or would you rather get your asshole stretched out again by my big 'ol schlong?" My legal arguing skills ain't much, but this time they worked. "Please go easy on me. My friend Tammy says it hurts real bad." "Well," I told her, "your friend Tammy ain't never got fucked by me, that's why." Now, the funny thing about it all is that I was wrong--I had fucked her friend Tammy. She'd been one of my first clients, and by the time I got her, "loose" wasn't a strong enough word to describe that girl's cunt. I don't know how a bitch like that could talk about shit hurtin'. She musta fucked half the county by the time I stuck my dick in her, and I damn sure wore a jimmy hat with a whore like that. That's what was great about gettin' virgin pussy--I got to feel Mary Sue's insides without nothing in between us. I figured she was wet enough with my fingering and I was tired of foreplay, so I got down on top of her and lined up my dick. I know what you're thinkin', but no, I didn't cram the whole thing in at once. I ain't a saint for sure, but I ain't the damn Devil neither. I eased her in nice and good. I could tell she was gettin' filled up, and it probably hurt her a good bit, but she wasn't complainin'. I thought that I'd have no problem lasting, since this was my second time cumming, but damn, her pussy was like a velvet glove. I pumped her in and out, lettin' my dick almost go all the way back out, before slidin' it in deep again. After just layin' there at first, she got used to me in her, and she started tryin', slow at first, to buck her hips up. I told her she was a good girl, and that she was right where she belonged, and after a minute or two she started just babbling, lettin' it all out. Some of it was your standard "yes" and "don't stop." But then, out of nowhere, she started thanking me. It was peculiar, for damn sure. I kept poundin' away at her from above, holdin' my weight up to keep from crushing her. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. It wasn't just her tight pussy, either--it was seeing how she was changing right in front of me, giving in to what I was doing to her. While she I fucked her, I started layin' it in real thick, tellin' her how her pussy was made for my dick. She looked me dead in the eyes, and I could tell she believed me. Hell, by the time I was ready to cum, I'd have this girl believin' she was put on this Earth to make my dick wet. I musta pushed her over the top when I started kissin' her neck and usin' one hand just to tease her nipples. She was almost cryin' when I felt her cunt clamp down on y dick, and then that wave of warm pussy juice that let me know she was cumming. Where she'd been talkin' and moanin' a lot before, though, now she just twisted her face up like she was gonna scream. Nothin' came out. Right then, I shoulda pulled out and cum all over the bitch. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop the feeling in my cock, and I just flooded her with my cum. It felt like I shot a gallon of sticky cream out of my dick. I mean, I really emptied my balls into the girl, and she had this satisfied glow, like a real dumb look of contentment. I'd never seen a girl so happy to get her pussy filled with jizz. I didn't even stop to think about fillin' her up with baby batter 'til it was too late. Then she said it. "I love you, Mr. Whalley. I hope we'll be together forever." Let me skip ahead. Yeah, I know--what happened? Well, shit--here I am, waiting for my turn in court. Oh yeah, I got to enjoy her for a couple of months until I got her case got thrown out. And I got all the head I wanted, and I cracked open that sweet ass and fucked her hard every afternoon. I even bought her one of them little pillows to sit on when she was in the office, since I pounded her damn asshole so hard. Every other goddamn time I fucked the little whore, I pulled out and came on her face or in her mouth. But not that first time. Six months later, she's pregnant, and this time, the law's against me. Here in Mississippi, if a girl swallows jizz or gets her ass fucked, it's on her. But you knock a bitch up, and them family values are on your ass instead. Now it's either marry the little slut, or pay child support out my ass on top of the big ass court fines and civil litigation, too. Let me leave you with one piece of advice. If you're coming to Mississippi, brother, make sure when you're fuckin' a bitch to pull out and cum on her goddamn face when you get the chance. Don't be like me.