1 comments/ 61899 views/ 3 favorites Norah's First Criminal Case By: aislin brody “Will you come to LA with me?” Evan stood over Norah’s desk, interrupting her as she read through a thick court document. “What?” She looked up at him, confused. “What for?” “I’m going to see your favorite female attorney…” he winked maliciously. “I thought you might want to tag along…” Norah blushed, remembering her steamy experience with Sheila Hale, the attorney that represented their client’s estranged wife in the Mayer divorce case. After being thrown together as a result of one of Evan’s schemes, Norah and Sheila had ended up spending a long, busy night together in Norah’s Phoenix hotel room. “I have work to do,” Norah looked down at her papers. “You know, for all of her faults, I do have to say that Sheila is amazing in bed. I guess you’d agree with that.” “Evan, I’m busy.” “Sheila’s working on a criminal case, actually,” Evan pulled a chair up to the front of Norah’s desk, sitting down. “She’s working for a friend of mine, and I asked Paul if we could help out on the case. I just thought that you’d like to go, since you haven’t had much experience in criminal court yet.” Norah looked up from her work, pushing her glasses up on her face. “Who is she representing?” She asked. “Tricky Ricky. He’s an old buddy.” “You’re kidding,” Norah looked incredulous. Tricky Ricky was a hip-hop crooner, who was on his way to superstar status. She’d seen him on TV, flashy and handsome, dancing to up-tempo songs, and belting out sexually charged ballads. She wasn’t a big fan of his music, but because he was on the rise, you couldn’t turn on the tube without either seeing him performing, or hearing some story about him. Tricky Ricky was a magnet for controversy, and he was becoming a household name for his large entourage, his many women, his fancy cars, and his expensive jewelry. She shook her head, refusing to believe that Evan knew him, let alone maintained a friendship with him. The only thing that she could say that the two men had in common was their habit for womanizing, and even in this, Evan wasn’t a complete cad. She’d heard stories of Tricky Ricky using women in his limo, then putting them out on the side of the highway if he got tired of them before the end of the night. Plus, Ricky was known for setting urban trends, for being ruthless, and for taking “ghetto fabulousness” to new heights. Norah just couldn’t visualize Evan and Tricky Ricky holding a civilized conversation with each other. “Ricky’s gotten into some trouble, some illegal weapons charge, Sheila was saying. She wants me to fly to LA tomorrow, to meet up with Ricky and plan a strategy…” “Wait. Illegal possession of a weapon?” “Yeah, there was some incident in a night club. Ricky’s limo was pulled over after he’d left the club, after having a run in with some guy that accosted him. The police said that they found a cache of artillery in the back of the car. Sheila wants to get started before the press devours him.” Norah’s interest was peaked. She did want to get more experience in the area of criminal law, and this was the perfect opportunity for her to observe and learn from two up and coming attorneys, Evan and Sheila. And in the back of her mind, she imagined that Sheila would have a little spare time to spend with her. Maybe they could slip away, for at least an evening. She looked at Evan, who was waiting for her to make her decision. Traveling with Evan would probably prove to be a headache, and she would probably never get a moment alone with Sheila, with Evan breathing down her neck. She frowned, realizing that she’d have to save fun for another trip. This trip would be strictly business. “All right. I’ll go.” “Good. I’ll have Sandy make the arrangements.” --- “You’ll get to meet our client in a while. He’s on his way now.” Sheila was all business as she sat briefing Norah and Evan over the case in her bright, modernly furnished LA office. Norah tried to focus on what Sheila was saying, but she was struggling to stop reminiscing about their night together in Phoenix. Evan, for once, wasn’t in a flirtatious mood; he seemed to be genuinely concerned about the welfare of his friend. “Evan, I think you’re pretty familiar with the case so far, but I’ve compiled this dossier on him anyway. I know that you’ll want to look through it, Norah,” Sheila handed her a folder. Norah flipped through the pages, skimming the contents of various letters, forms, and legal documents. She wrinkled her brows in confusion, noticing the name printed on the tab of the folder. “Did you give me the wrong file, Sheila?” she asked. “This one is for a Richard St. James Forsythe.” Evan snickered a little as Sheila paused to explain. “That’s our client.” “Tricky Ricky? That’s his real name?” Norah couldn’t believe it. “Yes.” “But it says here that he went to prep school, graduated with honors, and went on to college, but...” “Yes. It’s been causing a lot of problems. He doesn’t want anyone to know about his past, but with this charge against him, it’s been difficult to keep all of that stuff concealed.” “That’s where we know each other from,” Evan explained. “We went to prep school together. His parents still send me birthday cards.” Norah read through the file more closely, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, wondering what the real story was behind this up and coming celebrity. Tricky Ricky’s image was all about being from the streets. His story, at least the one she’d heard, was about Ricky dropping out of school at a young age. He’d been living hand to mouth on the streets before turning to a life of hustling, then getting a record deal and making it big with his music and his pop culture empire. She couldn’t believe that this roguish, philandering roughneck had actually grown up in the suburbs and had attended a posh prep school. Before Norah got a chance to finish inspecting the file, she heard noises outside the door. A group of young men, dressed in the trendiest street wear of the day, piled into the office, taking places standing around the room. A tall, toffee colored guy sauntered in, gabbing on a cell phone. Norah immediately recognized him as Tricky Ricky. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll have to get back with you, Dog. Yeah, I got a meeting with my lawyer… It shouldn’t take me that long… I’ll call you back in a few… No, Stick Shift will be there… Well, I’ll just have Paper Cup call you, then. All right… I’ll holla at you later.” Norah sat watching as Ricky finally noticed Evan sitting across from her. They gave each other a warm welcome, trading insults as they went through one of those complicated five-minute handshakes. “Well,” Sheila cleared her throat. “Let’s get down to business. Do we really need your entire entourage in here, Mr. Forsythe?” “I pared it down, like you told me to. I only brought four of my boys. The rest of the crew is down in the limo.” “You’ll need to ‘pare it down’ a little more,” Sheila said drolly. “All right,” Ricky announced. “You heard the lady.” “We’ll be right outside the door if you need anything,” one of the guys said as they filed out of the office. “How long is this gonna take? Because I have to be at the airport by one.” “Why?” Sheila asked. “I have a video to shoot in Vegas, you know, for my new song, ‘Freak You All Night’.” Sheila rolled her eyes. “You’ll need to postpone it, Mr. Forsythe. You’ll have to stay in LA, at least until we get a few things settled.” “I can’t postpone it. It was already pushed back after that night at the club… I have to leave today. Hold on, maybe I can get them to push it back a few hours…” The three attorneys sat in silence while Ricky gave orders over his cell phone. As he talked, his hazel eyes drifted toward Norah. When she met his gaze, he gave her a naughty wink. “Okay,” he disconnected the final phone call. “Now I have until four. Then I have to be at the airport no later than five o’clock.” “That’s better, Mr. Forsythe,” Sheila said, moving around her desk to present some paperwork to Ricky. They discussed the case, and went over Ricky’s version of events for the night in question, until Sheila was satisfied that she would be able to make an adequate statement at a press conference later that afternoon. They were finished with Ricky by early afternoon, but they still had to meet with his publicist, in order to draft the statement for release to the press. “Do you have time for a late lunch?” Evan asked Ricky as they gathered their things to leave the office. “Yeah. I need to do some catching up with you. You know, the last time I saw you, you and Miss Thing were dating,” he jutted his head in Sheila’s direction. “What happened to that?” “You see how much of a stranger you’ve been? That was a lifetime ago.” “Well, who are you banging now?” Norah held her breath, wondering how Evan would respond. “I’m just sowing my oats, now, you know what I mean?” “If I was you,” Ricky lowered his voice, but not enough for Norah not to hear it, “I’d be hitting that shit right there. That bitch is fine. She’s got a nice ass, for a white girl.” Norah blushed, snapping her briefcase shut. Evan laughed. “She’s too much trouble…” “Really?” Ricky turned to look at Norah again, slowly appraising her assets. “You know how much I like trouble.” “Yeah… You like it too much…” Evan led them out of the office. Norah moved to follow them when she felt a hand on her arm. “Mr. Forsythe,” Sheila called to Ricky, still clutching Norah’s arm. “Where will you be staying in Vegas? I’ll need to know where to reach you.” “I’ll let Evan know over lunch.” Norah watched the two men leave, laughing and slapping each other on the back. “He’s such an ass,” Sheila complained, sneering as the elevator doors closed off their view of Evan and Ricky. “Which one?” Norah grinned, finally making Sheila smile. “I never thought I’d get a moment alone with you,” Sheila pulled Norah back into the office. Norah could feel her heart thumping and her thoughts racing as Sheila softly stroked her palm with her thumb. “I’m starving. You want to have lunch at my place?” Sheila’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Sure. I’d love to see your place.” “I’d love to have you in my place,” Sheila licked her lips before grabbing her purse and pulling Norah out of the office. --- Sheila couldn’t drive fast enough to get to home. Norah was impressed with the place, a cozy, Mediterranean style bungalow. Sheila kicked her high heels off as soon as she stepped through the door, peeling her jacket off and unbuttoning her blouse. Norah stood admiring the décor, and didn’t notice Sheila disrobing until she turned around to see her standing in nothing but blue thong panties and dark thigh high stockings. “Well, come on,” Sheila chided her. “Get naked.” Norah laughed, following Sheila to her bedroom. “Wow,” Norah marveled at the delicate canopy that draped over the large bed. “You live like a princess,” she breathed. “Yeah. It’s nice to be a princess at home, when I’m treated like a bitch at work.” Sheila shook her head, smiling at Norah. “Looks like you need some help.” Sheila carefully undressed Norah, stopping to run her brown hands over Norah’s pale flat stomach and her firm ass. Soon, Norah stood completely naked in front of Sheila, her knees beginning to buckle from the impact of Sheila’s lusty gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about your pussy,” Sheila moaned. “I get wet just thinking about you, now.” “Well, I’m here, now,” Norah grinned. “You can have me.” Sheila was already sprawled across the bed, stroking her pussy lips through her skimpy panties. “Can I join you?” Norah asked. “Of course. I was just working on a little present for you. A souvenir, or a keepsake, if you will…” Norah giggled, walking on her knees across the bed until she was close enough to pounce on Sheila. They wrapped their bodies together, kissing deep and slow for a long time. Sheila was an excellent kisser, using her tongue and her full lips to make Norah’s pussy quake and quiver. Norah’s nipples were hard and pulsing, aching for attention. She squeezed herself tightly around Sheila’s warm, soft body, grinding her hips into the curve of Sheila’s thighs, and moving down to nibble Sheila’s perfumed neck and her melon-like breasts. Norah, still hungry, found herself sucking Sheila’s nipples with vigor, subconsciously trying to draw nourishment from them. Sheila moaned, pulling Norah’s hair and wrapping her thighs tighter around Norah’s body. Sheila was grinding her pussy, shielded by the soaked crotch of her blue silk panties, into Norah’s solid hip. Norah took one hand and grabbed one of Sheila’s plump ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading it, gripping it as she felt Sheila’s pussy lips spread open, slicking her hip with cream. As Norah took Sheila’s nipple gingerly between her teeth, Sheila’s body shuddered, and her hips bounced uncontrollably. Norah flipped her over, and pulled Sheila’s panties off, sinking her fingers into Sheila’s drenched pussy. Sheila gripped Norah’s arm, begging her to stop, but Norah kept it up, making Sheila cum with a shattering, explosive scream, watching as her body flailed across the bed. Norah’s pussy quaked again as she watched Sheila’s swollen breasts rise and fall after her intense climax. She bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, oozing at the though of Sheila’s limber tongue on her hot ready pussy. Norah ran her fingers lightly up and down Sheila’s legs, teasing her to the point of making her delicate toes curl. Before they could go further, though, Sheila’s cell phone rang. “Shit,” Sheila frowned. “I’d ignore it, but it’s probably Ricky.” She walked over to pull it out of her purse, and climbed back into bed before she spoke. “Hello… Hello? Hello? Ricky?” “What’s wrong?” Norah whispered. “I don’t know… I don’t think he can hear me. Ricky?” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s Ricky’s number, but I guess he accidentally dialed my phone. I can hear him talking… it sounds like he and Evan are still together. I guess I’ll just charge this call to his bill…” Norah kissed Sheila’s neck and touched her back. Sheila gasped, but Norah realized that it was from something that she heard over the phone. “What?” “They are talking such trash… you should hear this,” Sheila handed her the phone. Norah listened for a minute, trying to distinguish the voices. She could hear Ricky and Evan clearly, and she raised her eyebrow at the tone of their conversation. “I can do it. No woman can resist me…” Ricky was saying. “Oh yeah?” Evan sounded like he didn’t believe it. “I’ll wager you a bet.” “Man, you’re just trying to make me feel better, since I’m going to Vegas, and I won’t have time to hit the casinos.” “I’ll bet you… five… no, make that a thousand. A thousand dollars says that you can’t get her…” “A thousand? Shit. She must be a ball buster like Sheila…” “No… She’s not like Sheila. Norah loves a nice big dick…” “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…” Norah listened through a moment of silence, still blushing from the mention of her name in such a raunchy conversation. “So… oh, man!” Ricky exclaimed. “You are tapping that ass. And a fine ass, it is, too. If you could get into that shit, I know I can…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Hey, Tricky Ricky is an equal opportunity lover, and I can hear opportunity knocking at my door… to the tune of a thousand dollars…” “Well,” Evan said, “I’ll double it if you can get her to suck your dick. She won’t do it for me…” “She’ll be sucking on my dick like a lollipop when I get through with her…” Norah dropped the phone. “What’s wrong? What’d they say?” Sheila looked concerned. “Those bastards…” Norah fumed. “They have a bet going.” “A bet?” “Yes. A bet.” Norah pushed the phone away from her, slowly explaining everything she’d heard to Sheila. “They’re just being childish, you know,” Sheila tried to comfort her. “I’ll fix them,” Norah nodded her head. “I’ll think of something.” --- “So, did you have fun with Sheila?” Evan asked Norah as they sat in a Las Vegas hotel restaurant. They had flown with Ricky in his private jet, at Sheila’s suggestion, in order to be on hand for damage control. “I noticed how she pulled you back into the office when Ricky and I left for lunch. What’d she do, fuck you across the desk?” “As a matter of fact,” Sheila pulled her chair out, returning from the restroom, “I took her home and we did it in my bed.” Norah tried to keep a straight face as she and Sheila began to put their plan into action. “Wow, I’m sorry I missed that. I was hoping that I could join in on the action if I behaved myself like a good boy.” “You have been pretty good, this trip, Evan,” Norah looked at him. “I was impressed by the way you handled yourself with Ricky today.” “You might think I’m a cad,” Evan said to her, “but I’m not a dog. I know how to be discreet.” “Yes, I know that…” Norah took a sip of her wine, playing her role to the hilt. “Oh, my phone’s ringing.” Sheila reached for her purse. “Excuse me, again.” “So, what do you say?” Evan moved a little closer to her. “I thought you said that Ricky was coming by later?” “He is… but you know how that is. He might not show up at all. Those video shoots take hours to finish.” “And we would be finished long before that, right?” “Oh, that hurt,” Evan playfully grabbed his chest with his hands. “I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you, since you’ve been so good today…” Norah ran her hand up Evan’s thigh. “What are you going to do about Sheila?” “I think I can convince her to tag along. She told me that she misses your ‘sweet dick’ sometimes.” Norah was squeezing his thigh now, very close to his crotch. She could feel the heat rising through the fabric of his clothes, and she wondered if he was hard already. --- “Wait a minute. Where did you say you put the key?” Evan sounded worried. “It’ll be right here, in my purse, see?” Sheila winked at Norah as she dropped the small key to the handcuffs into her purse. “I don’t know about this… I think I’ve changed my mind…” Evan looked to Norah for help. “It’ll be okay,” she patted his shoulders, leaning down over the chair so that he could see her breasts through the top of her blouse. “You’re in store for a real treat,” she patted his growing penis, which was still trapped inside his pants. “You know,” Evan smiled, “I could really make it worth your while if you would uncuff me.” “No, no. It’ll be more fun this way…” Norah kissed his thick lips, hovering over his face long enough to gaze into his deep brown eyes. Norah was surprised that everything had worked this well so far. Evan had been eager to try the handcuffs, and when Sheila mentioned telling Ricky to meet them in the room when he finished the video shoot, Evan practically dragged the two women out of the restaurant. Norah couldn’t believe that Evan had fallen into place so easily. Part of her wondered if he was wise to their plan; it couldn’t really be this easy. “What do you want us to do?” Norah asked innocently, as she and Sheila stood in front of Evan. “Get undressed, slowly.” They obeyed his command, slowly undressing each other, stopping periodically to kiss, fondle, and grope each other. They put their all into this striptease, moaning and smacking their lips as they kissed, and tousling each other’s hair. Finally, they stripped down to their underwear: Sheila wore white thigh-highs with a garter, while Norah wore the same ensemble in black. They hadn’t bothered to wear panties or bras. “Now, I want to see you two make out.” “On the bed?” Sheila asked. “No,” Norah suggested, “I know a better place.” She led Sheila over to the chair where Evan sat with his hands cuffed behind him. Sheila carefully sat across Evan’s meaty thighs, then Norah climbed gingerly onto Sheila’s lap, sitting so that Sheila’s hips were between her thighs. They turned and looked to Evan for further guidance. Norah's First Criminal Case “Well. This is turning out to be even better than I thought it would be.” “Shh,” Norah kissed him again, before turning to lock lips with Sheila. Norah and Sheila kissed deeply, managing to balance themselves on Evan’s shaky lap while they moved their hands all over each other. Norah concentrated on Sheila’s heavy breasts, while Sheila stroked Norah’s smaller ones. Norah could hear Evan clearing his throat and she could feel him twitching his seat, probably frustrated because he was unable to touch them. Sheila moved her mouth down to Norah’s breasts, giving Norah some much-needed relief. She’d been horny ever since that afternoon, when their sex session was cut short by Ricky’s phone call. She needed a chance to release her tension, and she hoped that it would happen before Ricky arrived. Norah arched her back and moaned as Sheila pulled on her hard, rosy nipples with her teeth. Sheila grasped Norah’s small waist, in order to keep them both from falling off Evan’s lap with her sudden movement. Both women were wet, now, and Norah realized that if she could feel her juices dripping onto Sheila’s lap, then Evan’s pants should have had a wet spot from Sheila by now. As she played with Sheila’s soft, milky breasts, she wondered if Evan was really suffering yet. She could feel his cock tenting in his pants, throbbing a little as it gradually grew bigger and harder, but he hadn’t complained yet. He’s trying to be stoic, she thought, realizing that he was trying to hold it in because Sheila was there with them. She knew he had to be itching to pull it out and stroke it, and she nipped Sheila’s ear as a signal to move on to something more intense. Sheila stopped sucking Norah’s breasts long enough to take a finger and run it through Norah’s slick pussy. Norah did the same to Sheila, reaching down between her own legs to moisten her finger with Sheila’s flow. Then, they both aimed their fingers at Evan’s mouth, grinning as he licked them, savoring their salty sweetness. The women moved to the bed, leaving Evan behind on the chair with a cold lap and a big wet spot on the leg of his slacks. “So, what are you going to do, now?” Evan asked. “Which one of you is going to knock the chair over so that you can squat over my face?” “You’re fine, just where you are,” Norah blew a kiss at him, lying on her back across the bed. Sheila crouched over Norah, placing her pussy right in front of Norah’s face, so that they were in sixty-nine position. Evan gasped slightly, showing Norah that he was reaching the breaking point before they’d really gotten started. “Uh… before you start that… could one of you, uh, let me loose here?” He asked sheepishly. “You said you’d stay for us,” Norah pouted. “I’ll stay in the chair,” he explained, “but, my dick needs a little air, if you know what I mean.” “Oh. Okay. Sure thing.” Norah walked over to help him, unzipping his pants slowly. In spite of her efforts to contain him for as long as possible, Evan’s penis popped out of his pants as soon as she managed to open the zipper halfway. “Aw,” Sheila cooed. “It’s just as cute as I remember.” “It’s really nice,” Norah said, barely touching the tip of Evan’s swaying cock. “Nice and fat…” Evan was grinding his teeth now. “Can I touch it Evan?” Sheila asked. “You know, for old time’s sake.” “Be my guest,” Evan groaned through closed teeth. “Contrary to what you might believe…” Sheila knelt in front of him, licking her lips. “I’ve had a few since I left you. None were as good, though.” “I thought you wanted to touch it…” “I don’t know. I guess I’ve changed my mind. I’ve got a hankering for pussy, right now,” she winked at Norah. “What are you doing to me?” Evan sighed impatiently. “We’re just trying to show you a good time,” Norah explained, letting Sheila pull her over to the bed. Sheila dove into Norah’s pussy, making Norah shriek with surprise. She swayed her hips over Norah’s face for a minute, before pushing herself down onto Norah’s waiting mouth. Norah held Sheila’s hips, twirling her tongue around at the same pace and rhythm as Sheila was doing with hers. Norah bucked her hips when she felt Sheila’s tongue enter her vagina, and she matched Sheila’s movement again, pushing her tongue into her lover’s hole. They moved with a mutual rhythm, like a machine with two interconnected parts. Norah could feel Sheila trembling over her, and before she knew it, Norah’s pussy crashed in orgasm, her body jerking like a fish out of water. She’d been screaming loudly; even though Sheila’s pussy muffled her voice, Norah’s screams were still loud enough to fill the room. “Um, um! There’s nothing better in this world than a bed full of sexy bodies and wet pussies,” Ricky was standing across the room, enjoying the show. “How can you sit so still like that, Evan? You must be into that tantric shit.” “No, I’m cuffed to the chair…” “Ooh, we’ve got kinky women up here tonight. How do I join the club? You got handcuffs for me, too?” “No,” Norah said, moving toward him, “but I’ve got a tight, dripping cunt for you…” “Hey, now! You have to get me ready for it, baby. I just came in from outside. I need a little lubrication, you know.” Norah almost laughed at how cocky Ricky was. He thought that it would be that easy to win the bet. She’d show him. “You need lube? I don’t think I brought any…” “No, baby. Your mouth is all I need. You won’t be disappointed…” Ricky pulled his cock out, displaying it as if it was the crown jewels. “Hm. It’ll do, I guess,” Norah peered at it as if she could barely see it. “Damn, that’s cold…” he shook his head, chuckling. “If you can take Evan’s shit, I know you can handle mine…” “Really?” She raised an eyebrow at Evan, watching his face as he froze. Seeing the guilty look on his face, she decided to make Evan suffer, instead of teasing Ricky. “Well, let me get a closer look; I don’t have my glasses on, so my vision’s kind of fuzzy.” She walked over to Ricky, pulling his penis with her hand, stroking it slowly as she pretended to inspect it. “Now that I’m close up, I can see that there’s a big difference.” “I agree,” Sheila, lounging on the bed, spoke up. “What?” Evan almost shouted. “But, you know, you can’t really tell by just looking… I’ll have to try it out.” “Norah? What are you doing?” Evan was incredulous. “Giving you a good show…” She sank to her knees, preparing herself to take Ricky’s long brown cock into her mouth. “Norah!” Evan shouted. “Wait a minute! This is a set up!” Sheila burst out laughing. “I can’t believe this. When did you two find the time to set this thing up?” he looked at Ricky. “Man, what are you talking about? Set up? I’m trying to get my dick sucked…” “Just like the old days… just like now… you just can’t play fair, can you, Ricky?” “He’s going crazy over there,” Ricky looked down at Norah, who was still kneeling with her mouth open, holding his penis. “I think you’ll need to take care of him first. All the blood in his brain is working overtime to keep his dick hard.” “I’m sorry, I just can’t do that.” “Why not?” Evan and Ricky asked at the same time. “He’s a loser.” “I’m a loser?” Evan exclaimed. “What?” “You just lost two thousand dollars,” Norah winked at him, before sliding her tongue down Ricky's hard penis. “I think he just lost his hard on, too,” Sheila laughed. Norah pushed Ricky back until he sat in the nearest chair. She worked his cock, licking it and squeezing it, twirling her tongue around the tip. Sheila moved up behind her, pushing her fingers into Norah’s hungry pussy. Norah looked up occasionally to see Evan struggling in the chair, jerking his hips to ease the pressure of his swollen penis. Seeing this, she kept at it, determined to make him lose control, without even touching him. Evan was proving to be stronger than she thought, so she decided to take drastic measures. She led Ricky over to the bed; he was like a rag doll, now; she didn’t even have to say anything to him. After she pushed him down onto his back, at an angle where it would be impossible for Evan not to see, she mounted him, pushing her pussy down to his cock. She beckoned to Sheila, motioning for her to sit on Ricky’s face, so that she could kiss her while Ricky sucked Sheila’s clit. They made a triangle, Norah riding on Ricky’s cock, and Sheila, riding his face, with the two women sucking each other’s tongues. Norah bucked her hips in a raunchy way, making her breasts bounce like Evan liked. “Oh, Ricky… You’re fucking me so deep… I’ve never felt it so deep before… Ahhh…” Norah knew that Evan was sitting in the perfect position to get an uninterrupted view of Ricky’s dark cock impaling her slim pale body. She released a heavy sigh every time her pussy sank down to grind against Ricky’s pelvis. Norah took Sheila’s nipples in her fingers, barely flicking them, but applying enough pressure to drive Sheila wild. Sheila climaxed first, gripping Norah’s arms to hold on as Ricky nibbled her clit. When Sheila finally collapsed onto the bed in a spent heap, Ricky grabbed Norah’s hips, pushing his penis deeper into her. He started thrusting vigorously, causing Norah to moan even louder. “Oh, shit…” Evan muttered. Norah had been listening for this all evening. She turned to see his cock growing limp, sagging away from a new wet spot on his shirt. Norah, letting herself go, started to squeeze Ricky’s cock with her pussy, making him moan with her. “Hot damn, this shit is good! Whoo!” He thrust harder into her, causing her to dig her nails into his arms. “Ah!” Norah screamed, gritting her teeth through her climax. Ricky flipped her over, pulling his cock out and stroking it. He made a weird noise, like a long bird chirp, when he came, pumping his cock with his hands, and spurting his hot cum all over Norah’s stomach. --- “This was in my stack of mail,” Evan dropped an express mail package onto Norah’s desk. When he immediately turned to leave, Norah called him back. “Evan, wait. You’re not still mad at me, are you?” She tried not to giggle. Evan scowled at her, standing in the doorway. “Close the door. Come on, let’s talk about this.” He closed the door, but he didn’t move away from it. “What is there to talk about? What you did was completely unwarranted. You made a fool of me, and that was totally uncalled for…” “Oh, Evan, don’t be a baby,” she teased him as she opened the envelope. It was a package from Sheila, and she was eager to see what was inside. “You’re just angry because you lost the money…” “That’s beside the point. Norah, I would never have thought that you would…” He stopped, mid-sentence, staring at what Norah had pulled out of the envelope. She held up a pair of blue silk thong panties, smiling slyly at him. “I’m glad you closed the door.” “What in the world…” “They’re from Sheila.” “I should have known. She does things like that. Next, I guess she’ll airmail herself naked to your house for your birthday. She would, if she ever figured out a way to do it legally…” “I think I’d like that, actually.” “I never should have gotten you two back together…” He moved toward the door, opening it this time. “I guess this means that you won’t be helping me with the Banks case?” Norah asked as he let the door slam behind him. She shook her head, still grinning as she put the panties back into their envelope, slipping them into her briefcase. She noticed a smaller envelope, a letter addressed to Evan. She debated for a moment over whether she should wait to take it to him, but decided in the end that it might be something important. “Evan,” she checked her watch as she knocked on his office door. Most of the others had already left for the day. Sandy, the receptionist, was still there, along with Margaret, the legal secretary. “What do you want?” he asked without looking up from a pile of papers on his desk. “You brought this in by mistake. It’s for you.” She smiled when he looked up at her, but he was still angry. “What are you working on?” she sat on the edge of his desk, right next to his chair. “What are you doing? You’re sitting on important documents!” “Sorry. I’ll move.” When she stood up, a few of the papers fell into Evan’s lap, and his pen fell onto the floor. “Dammit!” he leaned down to pick up the papers. “Let me help,” Norah moved so close that Evan automatically rolled his chair back, giving her space to crouch in the knee hole of the desk to reach for the pen. “What are you doing down there?” Evan asked when Norah didn’t come up right away. She sat on her calves, just fitting underneath the desk, beckoning to Evan to roll his chair back into place. He pulled out a leaf of the desk, so that he could spread his papers out more, but ignored Norah as she knelt below him. Norah smirked, realizing that he’d intended to trap her beneath the desk and ignore her, probably payback for their night in Las Vegas. She refused to let him get the upper hand, so she reached up to unbuckle his belt, and she carefully unzipped his slacks, pulling his sleeping cock out. “Norah? What…” She stroked him gently, softly enough for him to attempt to focus on his work, but firmly enough for him to move his chair closer to her. After she’d managed to get him hard, she grabbed his calves, straining as she tried to pull him toward her. He refused to move, planting his feet on the floor, even when she slapped at his legs in frustration. Trying a different tactic, Norah yanked on his penis, hard enough for him to give a muffled cry. He moved his chair up after this, opening his legs so that she could fit between them. Norah moved forward a little, so that she could lick him. When she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock, she could hear him gasp in surprise. She licked him more, lingering at the tip, getting him all hot and bothered, before moving back to licking his shaft and stroking the base. She could hear his breathing pattern changing; now he was breathing in time to her stroking and sucking, and he’d moved a hand down to run his fingers through her hair. Norah could feel herself getting wet. She liked the way his cock twitched in her mouth, and she loved the way he stroked her hair. She almost lost herself to pleasuring him, wishing that she could scratch his balls for him. “Evan?” Sandy had come into the room. Norah could hear her voice, and she could feel Evan’s hand signaling for her to stop. “Yes?” he said, with a jerky voice. “A Mr. Campbell came by earlier today when you were out to lunch. He left a message for you…” “Thank you, you can just leave it there on the table by the door,” he said quickly. “Paul wants to meet with you first thing tomorrow morning…” Norah flicked her tongue across Evan’s hole. “Ah…” “Are you okay?” Sandy asked. “Yes… I, uh… I’ll do that…” Norah dragged her tongue slowly this time, running circles around the tip of his cock. “Uhh… Is that all, Ss-sandy?” “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes. I’m fine. I just have t-t-to sneeze.” “Oh. By the way, have you seen Norah?” “Ohh… Norah? Uh, no.” “Her things are still in her office…” “…I don’t know… Mm-maybe she’s in the restroom…” “I’ve checked there already.” “Well,” he blurted, “Maybe she stepped out for some reason?” “Oh. I guess you want to get back to work… Well, have a good night, Evan.” “…Bye…” he managed to say as Sandy closed the door behind her. “Ohh, shit…” Norah snickered beneath the desk, still stroking Evan’s cock. “Come out of there,” he pushed his chair back, catching his breath. “I didn’t know you had a stutter,” she laughed, raising her skirt to reveal her black stocking tops and her garter, minus the panties. Evan pushed her back so that she was sitting on the desktop. He knelt below her, spreading her legs before he pulled on her swollen pussy with his lips. “Mmm…” Norah rested her calves on his shoulders, rubbing his head as he lapped her slick pussy. He teased her, savoring her juices and sucking her clit just enough to bring her to the edge, but stopping just short of her climax. He stood up suddenly, pulling her off the desk, grabbing her arms, and backing her into the wall. He kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue and on his lips, rubbing his scratchy goatee around her face. He pushed her into the wall, with his penis poking into her stomach. He lifted her off the floor, pushing her skirt up and bracing her against the wall until she could position herself to sink her pussy down to his jutting cock. “Jesus…” she moaned as he pushed his hardness up into her waiting pussy. “Didn’t think I had enough to satisfy you…” Evan hissed sarcastically. “I never said that…” Norah wrapped her legs around him and clutched the back of his shirt as he thrust his fat cock into her. She closed her eyes as he started pumping her. “What about that ‘big difference’ you were talking about?” he panted, grinding his teeth. “Umm… Ricky’s longer than you are… but you’re much fatter.” “Which one’s better?” Evan was starting to sweat. “I don’t know yet; I guess I’ll have to have another go with Ricky to tell for sure.” “You sure you want to do that?” he thrust harder. “Ahh…” Norah’s eyes rolled back into her head. Evan started pumping faster, pushing Norah’s back harder against the wall. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, not certain that everyone else had actually gone home for the day. Norah was fighting to hold on, gripping Evan’s shirt so tightly that she’d pulled it completely out of his pants. Evan changed his strokes so that he kept hitting her most sensitive spot; he seemed to be trying to make her scream out. “Ahh, Evan… slow down… I… ohh…” she came so sharply, that she almost ripped his shirt off. He pushed his body into her, to keep her from falling. He kissed her deeply, still thrusting his cock into her, more slowly now, but deeper. “Oh, fuck,” Evan tightened his grip on her thighs as he came, heedless of his cum dripping down from Norah’s canal. Norah’s pussy spasmed again, trying to soak up every drop of his cum. She stared into Evan’s eyes, smiling at him as she gave him the lightest pecks on his luscious lips. “I have to tell you…” Norah breathed, “fatter is better, much better…” Evan let her slide down the wall, holding her even after her feet touched the floor. “Why wouldn’t you ever suck my dick before?” he asked, still panting, touching his nose to hers. Norah gave him an impish smile. “Because I knew you wanted it too much…”