3 comments/ 40299 views/ 5 favorites Legal Research/Hot Sex - Who Knew?! By: Yourstohave She looked up from her book and saw that it was dark outside. That was another reason she hated winter. It got dark so early. That and the cold, and rain and that it seemed to go on forever. She glanced at her watch and noticed it was only 5:30 p.m. She had arrived at the Public Law Library at noon and had been at work non-stop conducting legal research. Time flew when you were having fun. She actually enjoyed legal research, but would never admit that to any of her fellow paralegal students. Better to bitch and moan about it, just like they did. She thought of legal research as a scavenger hunt. She loved running back and forth looking through all the different books, on different floors, in different sections. The joy! She sighed and blew her bangs out of her eyes. She had long curly light brown hair that fell to her waist. She was tall and curvy in all the right places. She crossed her long legs and rubbed her neck. A sore neck was one of the byproducts of having big breasts. Her eyes were tired. She needed to take a break. She looked around curiously. She loved the library. She enjoyed the peace and quiet. She inhaled deeply and smiled when her lungs filled with the odor of the library. She liked the smell of so many books. Libraries smelled a bit musty like old books, but also crisp like fresh newspaper. The Public Law Library had many conference rooms, sections, annexes, and offices throughout its five floors. It had a windowless annex that housed the reporters, decennials, treatises and congressional material, a main floor with state material, newspapers, directories and dictionaries, an attic that housed the latest editions and was adjacent to the main floor, and two other floors of offices which were closed to the public. All throughout the library were nooks and crannies one could hide in, small islands of desks and isolated workbenches for those who wanted to be alone and concentrate on their material. She loved looking at the rows upon rows of books, in all sizes and colors. Copiers, newspapers, computers, shelves full of encyclopedias, treatises, reporters, journals, form books...the list went on forever. She felt conducting hands on research garnered better results than just turning on your computer and hoping Westlaw got you the results you wanted. She noticed the librarians were all huddled in a group at the front desk. They were laughing, talking excitedly and seemed to be exchanging Christmas gifts. The library was decorated with tinsel, ornaments and red ribbon with a candy cane motif. Christmas was only 6 days away! They laughed and giggled like kids even though she put the youngest librarian as nearing 60. She smiled. Christmas always brought out the best in people. Well, it did until you walked into a toy store the night before Christmas. Then it was usually "all bets are off". She continued looking around and found herself once again focusing on "Mr. Northwestern" as she called him. She first noticed him when she went up to the attic to look through the Eleventh Decennial series. He had been hard at work on his laptop since she arrived at noon. He hadn't even gotten up to go to the restroom or take a break. "His gorgeous ass must hurt from sitting so long." she thought to herself. He was sitting at a table working on his laptop near the top of the attic stairs. He wore a Northwestern sweatshirt, baseball cap, shorts and tennis shoes. He looked as if he was in his mid-thirties, was tall and athletic. He had a very handsome face, a chiseled jaw, long nose and beautiful brown eyes. Unfortunately, he also knew he was good looking. She noticed it when she walked past him to go into the library attic. He looked up and smiled at her with this wicked little smile that just screamed out, "I'm gorgeous, aren't I?" "Humpf. You sure are cute Mr. Northwestern. Too bad you're probably also a pretentious prick. You got to be since it's obvious you're an attorney." she thought to herself. He wasn't young enough to be a student, and his laptop, briefcase and watch were gadgets a student most certainly couldn't afford. She could feel him stare at her every time she walked by him on her way in or out of the attic. Well, to be more specific, she could feel him stare at her tits and ass. She continued staring up at him up in the attic from her seat in the main library floor. She noticed he was squinting as he tried reading something on his computer screen. He rubbed his eyes and looked away from his computer screen. He looked down at her. She quickly looked away, blushing. "How embarrassing! He probably thinks I've been sitting here drooling over him for the past hour..." She couldn't help it and glanced up at him. She noticed he hadn't looked away. He smiled and raised his eyebrow at her. She hurriedly looked down at her book, embarrassed that yet again he had caught her looking at him. She focused on her assignment and soon became wrapped up in her research. ********** He had to stretch his legs. They were cramping up from sitting so long. He'd been hard at work on his motion for summary judgment since before noon. Normally he would have gone into his office to do it, but on a whim he'd decided to come in to the Public Law Library instead. He'd completed his motion and was happy with what he had put together. He turned off his laptop and gathered his paperwork. He had to use the restroom before he pissed in his pants. The library was located downtown near the justice center, federal courthouse, city prison, old courthouse, police headquarters and plentiful law offices. He loved the fact that he lived in a penthouse in one of the buildings in front of the federal courthouse. His office was several miles from his apartment, but he loved living in the heart of the downtown district among all the different buildings that housed the heart of the city's "law and order". He was 38 and had just made partner at his firm, yet here he was sitting in the Public Law Library. He chuckled at the thought. The library brought back good memories from his law school days. It also let him see just how far he'd come in ten short years. He looked out the window and saw his pride and joy parked outside, his black convertible Porsche. To think that in a few short years he'd gone from driving a piece of shit Hyundai, forced to use the public library to being a partner at his firm and driving a Porsche. He smiled at the thought. And then there was that gorgeous piece of ass that kept staring at him. Yessirree he was sure glad he'd come into the library! He figured she was the same age he was. She had a gorgeous bottom that was shaped like an upside heart, small waist, big big breasts, creamy caramel colored skin, and the most beautiful face. Her ruby red little lips, big brown eyes that matched her hair and small button nose were a sight for sore eyes. He could tell he interested her. He'd caught her staring at him a couple of times. The last time he'd been in the library all he'd run into were old attorneys or young kids barely out of high school. He finished cleaning up his work and got up to use the restroom. As he walked down the stairs he looked over at "Miss Gorgeous Bottom", as he called her, who was enraptured in her work. Her ruby red lips were wrapped around her pencil. She was chewing on it furiously, twirling her hair with her hand and scrunching her forehead in deep concentration. She looked adorable and oh so fuckable. "God I'd love to get that one in bed." he thought to himself. "She's probably a banshee in the bedroom. Those bookish ones usually are..." ********** She looked up and noticed Mr. Northwestern wasn't at his table. She thought perhaps he'd left, but noticed his laptop and briefcase were still sitting on the table. "Wonder where he is?" she thought. She realized she hadn't peed since she'd arrived at the library and knew she couldn't hold it any longer. She got up and went to the front desk to ask where the restrooms were located. "Sweetie, they're down to the left past those shelves over by the copiers. You can't miss them." the librarian answered. "So what did you get?" she asked the librarian. "Oh, you mean the present...Well, I got the most beautiful reading lamp!" the librarian proudly replied. She smiled at her and wished her a Merry Christmas. She hurried to the restroom. She felt as if she would burst if she didn't get there soon. As she turned the corner she ran smack into Mr. Northwestern. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry. I should have looked where I was going..." she exclaimed. He looked down at her and said, "No problem, miss. That's quite alright. No harm no foul." She quickly ran past him mortified she'd actually run into him. He chuckled softly when he noticed she'd blushed beet red. She ran past him without another word. "Oh my god, how embarrassing, he probably thinks I did it on purpose..." she thought to herself. ********** She found herself back in the library attic reaching for "Willitson on Contracts" on the top shelf of the bookcase. She couldn't quite reach it even though she was on the stepstool the library provided for just that purpose. "Fuck. Fuck..." she muttered under her breath. "Need help miss?" The deep voice startled her making her lose her footing on the stepstool. She tumbled to the ground with a yelp. "Ouch. That hurt my aaa..." "Miss?! Miss!? Are you okay? I'm sorry I startled you. I didn't mean to make you fall." She looked up at his handsome face framed by his baseball hat. Of course it had to be none other than Mr. Northwestern himself. "That's okay. No harm no foul...I guess we're even now." He laughed and gave her his hand to help her up. She took his hand and stood up. She looked intently at him and said nothing. "Now what book was it that you were trying so desperately to get?" "Willitson on Contracts." "Oh yes, an insightful and ever so exciting commentary, isn't it?" She was so nervous she didn't respond. She turned and got back up on the stepstool to reach for the book. He stepped up behind her to help. He placed his hands on her waist, and began raising them closer to her breasts as she raised her own hands to reach for the book. "Well that didn't take long did it?" He stood on the tips of his toes and reached past her and plucked the book off the shelf. She turned around and he handed her the book. "What didn't take long miss?" "You hitting on me, of course." He laughed out loud and said, "ME hitting on you? Me?? Little old me? Don't you mean YOU hitting on me?" She looked at him and smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about mister." "Oh, so I've got it wrong then? I could have sworn you spent a good hour of your time here today just staring at me. Of course, not all at once, but I'd figure it all accumulated to about an hour of your research time that was very diligently dedicated to staring at me." "Please don't flatter yourself. You're imaging things." "Oh really?! I guess I imagined you stealing glances at me every so often. Were you afraid I would leave without saying goodbye?" She blushed and looked down at her feet. "Thanks for the book" she said and turned on her heel to leave. "Wait, wait...You're going to leave without even giving me your name? Come on now, am I that bad?" She stopped and turned back around to face him. "It's getting close to closing and I really have to finish my project. I am not done, unlike you." "Hey, don't get mad at me just because I was able to focus on my work and not stare at you all morning..." She blushed once again and said, "Stop it. You really are embarrassing me. I swear I didn't mean to stare at you..." "I'm just kidding you and I'm not being mean on purpose. I just like seeing you blush. It makes your cheeks match your pretty red lips." She smiled and on impulse reached up and placed a short butterfly kiss on his cheek. He was shocked that she'd had the nerve to kiss him. "Well that's a first." he thought to himself. He looked at her and quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into his body. He leaned in closely and nuzzled her neck. He whispered in her ear, "I like you too." He could have sworn she shivered and moaned. She felt as if her knees would buckle. He smelled so good. Like a man, musky, woodsy and clean and soapy all mixed into one. She inhaled deeply and put her arms around him. She clung to him and began kissing him full on the lips. His lips were like heaven. She began to caress his back and pulled him into her. She clung to him as if he was a lifeline. She began moaning and breathing heavily. He couldn't believe what was happening. He pulled himself away and looked down at her. She looked almost glassy eyed and feverish. He reached out to pull a lock of her curly hair. She began kissing him once more. It seemed as if they had been making out in the attic for over an hour when they heard footsteps approaching. They quickly tore themselves apart and began looking at the books. The librarian turned the corner and ran smack into them. "Sorry sweeties, but we're closing on up now. We'll open back up tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. sharp." They looked at each other and then back at the librarian. "Okay...let me just put this book back." "No worries sweetie. Just gather your things because we're gonna lock up in 5 minutes sharp." The librarian continued past them towards the back of the attic. She wanted to make sure there were no other patrons she had to usher out. He looked at her and said, "I'm sorry you didn't finish your work. I really am..." She stammered nervously, "Oh, don't worry. I still have a couple of days to finish it." He gathered his things and they proceeded down the stairs to the main library floor. She walked over to her table and gathered her things. They walked quietly to the front door. The cool night air was calming to her nerves. She looked up at the bright night sky filled with stars. They nightscape was framed by all of the tall buildings that surrounded the library. She breathed deeply and looked back and stared intently at his eyes. He muttered, "So do you want to come back to my place? ...uuummm, I mean, I live right down the street. I could have walked here, but I drove..." She smiled and said, "So is that as original as it gets? "You want to come back to my place?" That sounds like a cheesy pick up line!" She laughed out loud when she noticed he was squirming. "Aaahhh, just like a little boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar." He couldn't believe he was behaving like a teenager instead of a successful law firm partner that he was. He blushed and looked up at her. He took her hand and began leading her towards his car. She said nothing and allowed him to take the lead. ************* The force with which she flung herself on him, as soon as his front door was shut, was almost violent. His baseball cap landed with a plop on the floor. She began tearing at his shirt, tugging at his shorts. She kissed, and hugged him while murmuring in his ear, "Oh god, I want to fuck you. I can't wait to fuck you..." He couldn't believe he responded with, "Whoa...whoa...slow down...wait slow down..." She continued tugging at his shorts. He could feel her soft small hands reaching into his shorts. His body immediately filled with unchecked lust. He felt his dick become rigid and his balls tighten. She kept tugging at his shorts and continued to reach into his shorts when she couldn't get him out of his clothes fast enough. He kicked off his shoes and stepped back, holding her at arms length. "Wait, wait...give me a minute to take off my clothes. Just wait a minute..." He used the time to try and catch his breath. How in god's name was this happening? In all the times he'd fantasized about doing something like this he never once thought it would actually happen. She lowered her hands and stood silently, closely watching him. He squirmed under her unwavering gaze. He actually felt embarrassed and shy at having her watching him so intently. He hesitated and didn't know what to say or do. She began unbuttoning her own shirt. She dropped it on the floor and began removing her skirt. She stood in front of him, in her underwear. She was wearing a pink sheer push up bra, and sheer pink thong underwear. The material was so sheer he could see her nipples straining underneath the fabric. He could also see her sweet mound underneath the material of her underwear. She was bare. Her pussy lips were swollen and engorged. He noticed she was soft all over, oh so soft. She had a little belly, tiny waist, big soft round breasts and a gorgeous round ass that just begged to be cupped in both hands. He loved women to be a bit curvy and soft. He had never acquired the taste for women who were all angles, too skinny, and had huge fake hard boobs topping it all off. Oh no, he much preferred women with shapes that mimicked a violin's. He found a woman's belly, slightly swelling over the top of her underwear, a tremendous turn-on. The way women dressed today, with low cut jeans and short tops, gave him a perpetual hard on many a day. They even had a name for the look he desired. They called it a "muffin top". Well, call him the muffin man because that drove him insane. He slowly began to take off his sweatshirt. She watched him and reached out to help him. She raised his hands, took off his sweatshirt and dropped it on the ground. She caressed his chest and trailed her hands down towards his belly. He unconsciously tightened his abs. She followed the soft patch of hair down the middle of his belly towards his crotch. When she reached the area above the swell of his cock, she began twirling the soft hair near his dick, tugging at it gently. She was enthralled with the action. She stopped abruptly and slowly took a step back and turned on her heel. He studied her back, her long curly golden brown hair. His eyes swept over her gorgeous bottom, and over her thighs. He noticed she was still in her high heels. Without warning, she bent over and grabbed her ankles. Her ass was a sight to behold. Her pink sheer thong underwear was buried in the mounds of her sweet ass. The top of her underwear shaped in a "Y" helped magnify how lovely her bottom was. Her long hair swept the floor. She began rubbing her thighs and lifted her hands to her tits. She turned around and faced him. "Do you like my behind? It's pretty, isn't it? ... Don't you want to play with it?... Or suck it? ... Or how about you just fuck it?" His mouth went dry and he was at a loss of words. "I'd really like you to play with it... Maybe I'll let you lick it. Would you like to stick your lovely little tongue in my asshole? ...Hhhmmm, maybe you'd rather stick your big cock in it?... Well big boy, no matter to me, I'd like either one... Oh goodness big boy, since I first laid eyes on you in the library I've had the dirtiest thoughts about you. You've had me wet since noon. My pussy hurts just thinking about it. Come here and fuck me my pretty big boy..." He was shocked, excited and enthralled by the dirty words coming out of her sweet little ruby red mouth. Her angelic face was a sharp contrast to the words spilling out of her mouth. "You know what my big boy?... How about we try something different? How about I stick MY finger in YOUR ass? Or maybe you'd prefer a couple of my pretty little fingers in your behind... Come here so I can bend you over and shove my pretty little fingers in your ass...Come here my big boy..." He noticed the entire time she was talking her hand was buried deep in her crotch. She was grinding down on her fingers. He watched as she buried two fingers deep in her pussy. She was wet with desire. Legal Research/Hot Sex - Who Knew?! Ch. 02 She couldn't quite believe that she had landed the Paralegal Level I position. The paralegal program coordinator had encouraged her to apply for a job even though she still had two classes left to complete in the program. She applied at the coordinator's insistence, but never really thought the whole thing would go anywhere. When she received a call for the initial interview she had been pleasantly surprised. When she was invited back for a second, and final interview with the Executive Committee she had been truly stunned. To her it seemed as if she had been offered the job as soon as she left the interview! She quickly accepted the offer. She still couldn't quite believe she had actually landed a job at Dooney & Burke, one of the largest law firms in the country. The firm's main Southern California office was located off a major freeway, near the city airport. The last few days had been a whirlwind. It had taken all her strength to keep the holidays, a job search and now a new job in balance. And that wasn't even counting her recent encounter with Mr. Northwestern. She involuntarily shivered when she thought of what she'd done with him. She'd never done anything quite like that. She was stunned that she'd even had the courage to place that first tentative kiss on his cheek while standing in the book stacks at the library. She blushed to think of where that first kiss had led. She groaned when she thought of all the things she said to him. "Ass slut?!" she thought to herself. "Where the hell did I learn that one?!" It had been as if she had no filters, no reasoning to hold her back. Even now, when she thought of everything that had spilled out of her mouth she was shocked. It was as if she had plugged in a "man brain" and had left her manners and etiquette at the door. Boy oh boy had she enjoyed it. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had enjoyed it tremendously. It made her wet just thinking of it. She closed her eyes and could see him bent over the sofa, with his glorious ass spread wide in front of her. She would have given anything to have had a big lovely strap on dildo. Oh she would have worked his ass. She would have fucked him until he begged her to stop. Unfortunately, her two little fingers had to suffice. Her mouth watered when she thought of how lovely his cock had tasted. She imagined him standing in front of her with his big delicious cock. What was it she had called him? Her big boy! That was it. She had cum harder than she ever had in her entire life. Hearing him moan and whimper, having him beg to be allowed to cum was a tremendous mental turn on for her. The morning after her encounter with Mr. Northwestern it had taken everything she had in her to not drive over to his apartment and beg to be allowed in. The more she thought about him the more she craved him, so she had resigned herself to not ever seeing him again, and to only having the memory of the most exciting one night stand of her entire life. Too bad she was only 35 and still had a long way to go before her life was over. That night had been so damn exciting and left her craving more. She craved him like a crack whore craved her drug. She sighed and forced herself to stop thinking about it. Better to concentrate on her new job. ************* She nervously entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Her stomach was full of butterflies. It was 10 minutes to 9:00 a.m. She had been instructed to report to Mrs. Tandy Jones, paralegal supervisor, at 9:00 a.m. sharp. She was wearing her favorite black suit with new 3 inch black Manolos. She felt great and was excited beyond belief to begin her new career. She stepped out of the elevator and into a gorgeous, calm reception area. Dooney & Burke utilized several floors in the beautiful high rise building that overlooked the bay area. Their reception area was on the penthouse floor. It was tastefully decorated in soft muted tones in creamy soft beige and brown tones, and had a spectacular view of the bay. It couldn't have been painted more beautifully. The receptionist turned to acknowledge her and smiled. "Can I help you miss?" "Yes....I'm supposed to report to Mrs. Tandy Jones, at 9:00 a.m. sharp." "Oh, you must be the new paralegal. I'm Vicki Byron, the receptionist. It's a pleasure to meet you." She was glad she had worn her favorite Ralph Lauren suit. It appeared as if the receptionist was wearing a St. John Knits suit. She was an older lady, with immaculate hair and makeup. She shook her hand nervously. "I'm so nervous and scared." Vicki laughed and said, "Oh sweetie, don't worry you'll be just fine. They wouldn't have hired you if they didn't you'd cut it. It will be hard at first, but I know you'll fit in beautifully." "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me." Tandy entered the reception area and smiled at the both of them. "Vicki, I see you've been taking care of our new paralegal." She shook her hand. "How was your drive? Not to bad I hope." "No, no....it actually was pretty good this morning. I can't complain." Tandy said, "Good to hear. Vicki thanks for putting her at ease, but it's time to throw her into the fire!" Vicki replied, "Oh...so I take it she is going to be assigned to Mr. Ford. I thought that was just a rumor going around the office." "Now Vicki, let's not scare her off until she's had a chance to finish her first day." They both looked at each other and laughed. "Who is Mr. Ford? Will he be my supervising attorney?" Tandy replied, "No, he isn't your direct supervising attorney. He is one of the partners in the practice group you're assigned to. As for who he is, well, you'll meet him soon enough and can come to your own conclusion." *********** She spent the great majority of her morning just trying to keep the names of all the people she'd met straight! She was caught up in the whirlwind of her new and exciting job. She learned she had been assigned to assist two partners in the complex litigation practice group. Tandy introduced her to Jack Johnson, one of the partners she had been assigned to assist. He was a nice guy, two years younger than she was, with a 2 year old and another little girl on the way. He seemed as if he would be easy to get along with. The other attorney she would be directly assisting also seemed very nice. Dave Jordan was married with two kids in college. He reminded her of her father. He had a quiet disposition. He seemed unflappable. She knew she was lucky to have landed such nice bosses. When it was time for lunch she went out to the cafeteria and sat with some of the other secretaries and paralegals. They all peppered her with questions and filled her in on the gossip. "Oh my goodness, you mean to tell me you're actually assigned to Mr. Ford's practice group?" said a chubby brunette. She didn't even have a chance to respond before someone else interrupted. "Ha ha....Do you have it coming to you!! I almost quit when I first started because of his royal highness." "What do you mean? Is he really that bad of a guy?" she asked. "No. No, not really. I mean, not if you don't mind the scathing verbal put downs, the constant interruptions, the lovely use of colorful words...." "He's a fucking prick, just say it already....", one of the other women shouted out. "Really, he's not that bad. He's only gone through 4 secretaries in less than a year..." All the ladies sitting around the table burst out laughing. She stared back at them worriedly. "Mr. Ford isn't my direct supervisor. I was assigned to Mr. Jordan and Mr. Johnson. I'll be assisting them directly..." she stammered. "It's okay honey. He'll manage to get his claws into you somehow." They all cackled hysterically. "If he's so bad why is he still here?" They all looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. One of the women responded, "Oh my, it's obvious you're new at this, aren't you? " "Well, I mean, if he is that horrid, why put up with it?" "Because he brings home the bacon, that's why. Plain and simple our Mr. Ford is a magnificent overachieving rainmaking son of a bitch. He single handedly brought in nearly $35 million in work last year alone. That was LAST YEAR ALONE." She stared back at them. Her lunch sat in front of her untouched. She found she no longer had the stomach to eat it. ************ She'd nearly finished up her first week on the job yet she still hadn't met Mr. Ford. He was involved in an active court case so he was out of the office most of the time. She'd nearly forgotten all about how worried she was about meeting him when it all came to a head early Friday morning. "Dooney & Burke", she said when she picked up the phone. "This is Jeff Ford. Who the hell am I talking to? Do you expect me to fucking guess who you are?" She was floored by the venom that was coming through on the other end of the phone. "Uuummm, I'm new...and uummm...." "OH, so you're the bright new girl they're all talking about. Not so fucking bright if you ask me. Give me Tandy. I want to talk to her. She's the only one with half a fucking brain around there..." She felt like crying and nearly did when she noticed Tandy walking down the hallway. "Tandy...TANDY....It's Mr. Ford on the line..." Tandy turned around and came back to the phone. "Yes, Mr. Ford? .........I understand Mr. Ford. Immediately. Yes, it will be taken care of immediately. Very well, thank you." Tandy hung up the phone and turned around to look at her. "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost." "Nothing...nothing's wrong. I guess I finally got to meet Mr. Ford, at least over the phone..." "Was he rude to you?" "No, no....he was okay." Tandy looked at her kindly and smiled. "I know the girls probably scared you....but you have to believe me, Mr. Ford is just an exacting man with very high expectations. You'll do fine....you're wonderful. You have to believe me.." She looked Tandy and sighed, "I sure hope you're right." Legal Research/Hot Sex - Who Knew?! Ch. 03 I am profoundly grateful to Martin Gatsby who collaborated....no, who made this story what it is. His skill as an erotica author puts me to shame! I sincerely thank him for his work as co-author of this chapter of the "Legal Research" series. Please feel free to look up his own work and send him an email. You can find him under "Martin Gatsby". - Yourstohave ************ Tandy Jones' office sat directly in front of Martin Greenfield's office. When the Executive Committee decided that Martin should seize the title of managing partner, they also deemed that Tandy, as law firm administrator, should be placed in close proximity. They worked with a kind of quick, efficient rhythm when necessary. But that was not always the case. She had originally been placed near him to serve as a buffer of sorts. Martin stood four or five inches over six feet with a personality that matched his height. He had a lanky frame, was athletic, and had a handsome face. Unfortunately that's where the niceness ended. His brown hair and nice looking brown eyes made many a person think he was just another run of the mill law firm partner, dull, dull, dull. How wrong they were! He had been blessed with intelligence that matched his height. He was the youngest managing partner in the firm's 100 year history. He was only 38 when he had been named managing partner. He had joined the firm as a young associate straight out of law school, but had quickly risen through the ranks, thanks to his intelligence, determination, drive and charm, all mixed in with a more than a little bit of luck. Unfortunately, for all who worked at the firm, along with that intelligence came a very exacting, and domineering personality. That was the politically correct version. Martin was a prick straight out. He could be vicious and cruel. He discarded many a secretary and paralegal as if he was changing a pair of his expensive boxers. He expected perfection. He did not care to hear any explanation as to why it could or could not be achieved. As for Tandy, the firm had dubbed her law firm administrator with the explicit expectation that she "manage" the managing partner. The Committee felt if anyone could accomplish that, it would be her. Tandy was 36 and also tall. Her long body stretched to 5' 11". She had straight golden brown waist length hair that matched her beautiful golden tropic tanned skin. Her hair was typically lightly perfumed and a quick flick of her head would reward somebody near to her with a warm, soft, sexy scent. Her hazel eyes reflected the slight hint of gold in her hair. She had legs that went on forever. They were trim but muscular because of more time on the volleyball court than starving herself. Her curvy figure culminated in a pair of stunning, luscious DD breasts. Capping her breasts were thick brown nipples that almost oozed sex and would poke through quite a lot of her wardrobe. Many a young attorney new to the firm spent their nights masturbating to wicked thoughts involving Tandy, and her beautifully carved cherry wood desk. She was gorgeous, but had earned her place at the firm through hard work and intelligence, and people respected her for it. When the Committee named her administrator they were banking on the fact that she would somehow be able to corral Martin's demanding nature. They had noticed that for some unknown reason, he seemed to "settle down" when in her presence. Oh don't get me wrong, he was still an ass, and frequently practiced his razor sharp condescending tongue on her, but it just seemed as if, on rare occasions, when in her presence he would actually become someone they could all get along with. The vicious and cruel Martin would descend and the charming and witty man they all esteemed would surface. The first 6 months of the arrangement had actually been misery. It seemed to everyone that she wasn't going to have the strength to put up with his razor sharp tongue, his demanding schedule, and his exacting nature. As weeks turned into months, she seemed to head further down the path of self implosion. She began to look haggard and tired and just downright beat. Martin grew worse and worse and actually began screaming at Tandy in front of others. He no longer hid his disrespect for her, and that was something that she knew she would never be able to overcome, no matter how intelligent she might be. The minute you lost people's respect, well, it was pretty much over for you as an administrator. She knew her co-workers would eventually follow his lead. The Committee began to doubt their gamble would pay off. The whispers and grumblings began. Tandy began to doubt her place at the firm. She thought she was a goner for sure. She knew they would never fire Martin, even with his outrageous conduct, he knew how to do his job, and did it extremely well for the firm. No one could deny that. It would be her they would replace. And then one day, everything changed. On a bright and sunny Monday morning, it seemed as if a sparkling shining bright new light broke through the gloomy sky and shone down upon the firm. Gone was the usual stressful and gloomy environment that everyone was accustomed to. From that day on, for some unknown reason, Martin and Tandy began to work like a highly functioning single unit. People didn't know what had caused the change, or why it had occurred. It just did. All they knew was that on that gorgeous and bright Monday morning, she had walked directly into Martin's office and didn't surface until 5 hours later. His phone went unanswered. Tandy's assistant made feeble attempts at explaining her boss' absence. The soft knocks on the office door went ignored. People tiptoed around, waiting for a scream of rage or profanity to escape from behind the locked door. However, nothing but silence abounded. People placed bets as to who would shed blood first. Nervous laughter could be heard on occasion. The firm's partners' oblivious to it all appreciated the subdued atmosphere. At around 1 p.m. the door to Martin's office swung open. All who happened to be in the area (and there were many) immediately focused their gaze on the gaping hole. Out walked Tandy smiling brightly with her hair and makeup immaculately in place. Her gorgeous black St. John Knit suit clung to her curves like glove. Her 4 inch black Manolo's clicked on the marble floor. She walked to her own office, called for her assistant and then shut the door with out a word. Nobody noticed the small bead of semen near her tanned right ankle. After that Monday morning things just began to click between the two. People witnessed a profound change in their relationship. They knew they could now count on Tandy to keep Martin in check, to keep him informed, to keep him organized and on top of his game. They also knew she was somehow able to keep him the hell away from them. And that she did, with grace, charm and aplomb. The Committee didn't care why the arrangement had all of a sudden worked. It just did and that was all that mattered. The firm had increased their earnings by 35% in the 2 years since they had been placed in their positions. Yes, life was good for all at the firm. What they didn't know about, was what had transpired between the two on the night before the infamous Monday morning meeting. That fateful Sunday night Tandy had actually come into the office to turn in her letter of resignation. SUNDAY NIGHT That Sunday, Tandy had decided to quit instead of facing the humiliation of being fired. She decided to go into the office on a late Sunday evening to turn in her letter of resignation, pack her things and leave quietly. She didn't want to subject herself to the awkward stares, glances, and nervous chatter that those who quit are given on their last day. It was nearly 9 p.m. on that Sunday evening when she looked around her own office, her personal belongings already packed and arranged neatly in two boxes sitting on her desk. She sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would miss her firm, her friends, her work and life. She only had one thing left to do. She had to place her letter of resignation on Martin's desk. She walked to his office, quietly opened the door and stumbled upon a scene that in all her living days she would have never imagined, and much less could have ever explained. He was sitting at his desk in front of his computer in his beautiful soft and supple black leather executive chair. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. His pants and boxers were pooled around his ankles. She immediately noticed his absolutely gorgeous and juicy, rock hard, long and thick cock was in his hands. His cock arched up from his hips obscenely. He was stroking himself furiously up and down. In the low light, she could see a slick gleaming up and down the shaft. It must have been some kind of slick lubricant that he had smothered all over his cock. Low guttural moans escaped from his mouth. They sounded animalistic to her ears. She could feel a low rumble of arousal in her loins and her mouth watered slightly. She could barely comprehend the scene in front of her, but what absolutely surprised her the most, well, what actually shocked the living daylights out of her, was what she saw on his computer screen. It was her own picture, the picture she had taken to be used on the firm's website, when it had been announced she had been named law firm administrator. It was a head shot. She'd actually felt she looked horrible in it and wished it hadn't been placed up on the firm website. She thought she looked like a prude, uptight librarian. Yet there it was, in all of its prim and proper glory directly in front of Martin's big, juicy cock. He was so enthralled in what he was doing he didn't notice she'd opened the door. She stood there with weak knees, her mouth wide open her heart beating fiercely in her chest. She couldn't believe she had walked in on him masturbating to her picture. She knew she should have immediately run right back out the door, but couldn't. She was rooted to the spot, watching him stroke his long, hard cock. The spark of her arousal was growing. She could feel her womanhood began to throb. She could feel herself getting wet and a warmth in her belly. Part of her was a bit insulted though. Did he feel like she was just a slut? An idealization to cum to? She couldn't believe, no - she wouldn't have ever believed that he thought of her in that manner. She would have bet her life that he hated her guts. Her throat caught and she experienced a shot of unadulterated lust that shocked her in its intensity. She wanted him. She wanted him something fierce. The only thing running through her head at the moment was that she wanted to fuck him for all she was worth, until she lay spent in a heap on the floor. Her letter of resignation fluttered softly to the floor. She unconsciously moved her own hand to her groin. It trailed down her thigh and she slowly raised her skirt. She wore a simply black skirt on this Sunday and a smallish blue top. She watched him as he used one of his hands to cup his balls gently as he stroked the length of his cock with the other. The hand cupping his balls would occasionally reach up to his exposed, muscular chest to quickly tweak a nipple. Tandy's vision improved a bit to the low lit room and she spied a bottle of KY liquid on his desk. She figured that explained the glistening wetness that was apparent on his manhood. His knees would occasionally jerk close as if he was experiencing pain. It matched the grimace that would appear on his beautiful face. Between those grimaces, she could see a smile curl across his face briefly and then disappear and a pursed O. She almost gasped when she saw his tongue dart out and lick his lips It was as if her senses were becoming heightened one by one. First, her vision had adjusted. Now her ears seem to have been focusing on the scene before her. What she heard made her crazy with desire, what made her wet beyond belief. "Oh god...Tandy, I want you......oh Tandy...ooohhhh .... Tandy......I want you so bad" over and over he would hoarsely whisper. Her hand reached the edge of her skirt and she slowly lifted it. She was wearing soft pale pink sheer undies. She could feel her clit throbbing beneath the silky fabric. The slightest of movement on her part would cause intense friction to occur between her tender clit and the silky underwear. Each pulse seemed to produce more wetness from her velvety pussy. Her fingers slowly worked their way down in between the folds of her juicy swollen pussy lips. Trimmed brown pubic hair outlined her beautiful femininity. More than a few of her lovers had remarked at her attractiveness there. She slid one finger up and down the middle of her pussy concentrating on her clit. Her knees buckled and tight ass flexed. She gasped when her searching fingers finally found her sensitive clit. That spark urged on the beginnings of an orgasm working its way out from deep within her. Upon hearing her gasp, Martin's' eyes immediately shot open, and he swung his head around. His mouth fell open and his hand stopped stroking his cock. His eyes wide open focused in on her hand, and his brain slowly registered the fact that her fingers were buried deep within her wet pussy. "Tandy? Oh god Tandy! What the fuck are you doing here? Oh my god... I'm sorry.." He quickly turned his chair so that his back was facing her. She could see that he was adjusting himself and raised his boxers and pants back up around his waist. His white button down shirt hung open. He stammered apology after apology. She could see he was trembling and his hands were shaking violently. His cock still jutted out from his hips. She took her own wet fingers out from beneath her underwear and let her skirt drop back down to her knees. She stammered her own apology, "I'm sorry.....I just....uuummm, oh.... I'm sorry Martin... I should have knocked...." Her apology disappeared as her eyes refocused on his still stiff cock. It stood proud and erect and she could see it pulse thickly with his heartbeat. She turned her sight from his cock and then again to her picture. She had made that cock hard. Her body. Her spirit. Her. And now she was going to relieve that cock. She brought her gaze right to his eyes and her lips instinctively melted into a sexy pout as she slowly worked toward him. The only sound in the office was the hypnotic click of her high heels as she advanced on her prey. Martin stuttered and attempted to issue an apology of sorts. His mind was on liability for sexual harassment. His mind would not linger there for long. Tandy finally stood right before Martin. His cock still hard and his pants now back around his ankles as he stood with a shocked look on his face. "Look we can work this out Tandy... I know this is very inappropriate." His words were cut off as she slowly placed both of her hands on his shoulders. She slowly curled her fingers around his sculpted body until her red fingernails slightly dug into his flesh. She was a bit surprised that his body was a taut and fit as it was. Apparently, there WAS some time to work out even with his busy work schedule. She guided his body so that his naked ass was hovering above the edge of his large desk. With an inhale of breath, she pushed firmly on his upper body. He moved back slightly and the impact of his legs against the desk forced him to sit down on top of his desk. His cock remained hard and stretched out towards the ceiling like a crude paper weight centered between his thighs. Tandy drew in a labored breath as her eyes remained locked on Martin's gaze. She reached out deliberately with her right hand and grasped his cock. Her fingers curled around the shaft one by one until her hand firmly held his manhood. He flinched in pleasure as her hand touched his slick shaft. She slowly began to stroke her hand up and down her shaft. She held his gaze but their eyes both became lidded over with lust. "Oooooooooo...." she hissed as she felt him grow even harder in her hand and she tilted her head inquisitively searching his face for his pleasure. She saw his face return to that of the pleasurable grimace she had spied when she caught him masturbating. Her hand made wet, sensual smacking and sucking noises as she gave to milk his hard cock. Her body was not unaffected by this scene. Her nipples had hardened into taut peaks beneath her blouse and her pussy was now liberally lubricating itself. Her cream had over flowed her lips and were beginning to dampen her pink panties. With her left hand she shifted her panties to the side lightly touching her lips. Her finger touched flatly against the lower part of her lips collecting her moisture. Then she dragged the finger upward parting her lips and building the tension until she touched her clit. With the touch, her toes clenched in her shoes and she hissed through her teeth. Her actions now took on a bit of urgency. She yanked her panties quickly down her legs all the while continuing her jacking of Martin's cock. The panties caught briefly on her heels before she yanked them off and flung them on his desk. She pushed him back on his desk and straddled him as she crawled up on his desk. She lifted her thick hips over his cock by raising up on her knees. Given his size this took some balance as she essentially squatted over his erection. She reached down and massaged her lips open while guiding him to her wet opening. He was hypnotized by her actions, but the fact that they were about to fuck suddenly struck him he was about to voice his objection and then it happened. "Tandy wait....uuuuuhhhhh...." His hard cock's head began to sink into her velvety wet cunt. Any objection dissolved into a groan of absolute lust that she soon echoed with a deep throaty sigh of her own. As she lowered herself all the way down on his thick rod they looked at each other with looks of pleading sensuality. She whimpered a bit as her pussy completely swallowed his cock and her clit made contact with his body. They stayed there for a moment with her completely impaled on his stiff member. A connection passed between them. It was hard to identify but it did. In that moment, something clicked. The moment passed on as Tandy began to work her pussy up and down his stiff length. Her thighs flexed with tension and the sexual tension rippled up and down their engorged bodies. Their speed steadily increased, and it was clear that orgasm would be following soon. She began to pant out loud "ugh...ugh.....ugh..." in time with her pounding ride of Martin. She clutched her left breast through her top and twisted a nipple harshly. It sent another thrill of arousal through her body and she sped up a bit more. Martin's body throbbed with the same kind of ecstasy. He could feel her body pulling the thick load of cum that was building in his balls. He dragged one of his arms from behind him and delicately moved his thumb toward their union. His thumb reached down and started to mercilessly rub her clit as she continued to ride him. The combination of their fucking with his stroking of her clit started her over the edge. Her pussy began to spasm and contract on his stiff cock and she moaned, "I'm cummmming ....." Her quivering orgasm spurred his cock into orgasm and he thickly shot three then four ejaculations into her. In the bask of afterglow, they clung to each other wetly until their breathing slowed. Though they both were silent, the question was clear. Now what? To Tandy, the answer was obvious. This was fun. This was not going to be the last time. And this prick attorney could be broken... at least when her pussy was on him. Legal Research/Hot Sex - Who Knew?! She approached him and caressed his face. She slowly got on her knees, which made him whimper. She buried her face in his crotch. He assumed she was going to suck his cock, but she didn't. "Oohhh, oohhh, oh my god, you've got to slow down, uuuhhh...oh, please, please slow down..." he whispered. She lowered his shorts and underwear in one swoop. She stared at his rigid member. She slowly brought out her hand and wrapped it around his member. She cupped his balls in her other hand. His dick was long and thick, the tip swollen purple and glistening. She inhaled his scent and nuzzled his dick and balls. She softly caressed his member, kept rubbing his cock against her cheeks, but not once did she wrap her juicy little mouth around it. She grabbed his ass and began caressing his ass cheeks. He could hear here whisper something softly, but couldn't quite make out what she was saying. Her fingers found their way into the crack of his ass. She rubbed them up and down in between his ass cheeks. She stopped and brought her fingers to her mouth and began licking them. "Uuummm, you taste so good, my big boy." She spit saliva on her two fingers and let the spit run down her fingers. She slowly took her fingers to his behind and they once again found themselves deep between his ass cheeks. When she found his asshole, she began rubbing the tiny puckered hole with her fingertip. She traced the opening of his asshole. He panicked when he realized she was probably going to fuck his asshole with her fingers. He grunted and his knees buckled and almost gave out. His knees were shaking so bad he was barely able to keep his composure. He whispered, "Ohhhhh ggoooddd, please slow down...please no...nnnoooo..." "No? No?...what don't you want me to do, my big boy? Now you wouldn't be afraid of little old me now, would you?" She continued to play with his asshole and his dick. Never put it in her mouth, but playing, tugging and rubbing his dick for all she was worth. "Don't tell me, my big boy, that you're afraid of my little old finger? Is my big boy afraid I'm going to put my pretty little finger in his asshole? ... Well, if I wanted to, you couldn't stop me. If I wanted to fuck my big boy's little asshole, I'd do it..." She lowered one of her hands toward her pussy and the other toward her behind. He could see her rubbing her wet pussy on one hand and also grinding her fingers into the deep crevices of her ass cheeks. Her breathing became labored and she moaned loudly. "You know what? I need you to bend over. I need my big boy to BEND OVER NOW." He whimpered and stammered, "Slow down...uuummm, I'm not into that...uumm...I'm not into..." "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT what you are into. I said bend over and let me see your pretty little bottom...Doesn't my big boy want to listen to me?" She led him toward the sofa and bent him over the arm of the sofa. He felt ridiculous and absurd finding him self bent over with his ass flapping in the wind. He thought to himself, "If the fucking executive committee at my firm could see me now..." What he didn't understand was why his dick was harder than ever. He'd give anything to stick his cock deep into Miss Gorgeous Bottom's pussy and fuck the living daylights out of her. God he could imagine how glorious that would feel. He felt her slap his bottom. She stood behind him, two feet firmly on the floor, her thighs softly rubbing against the back of his thighs, her hands fondling his ass cheeks. She began mimicking as if she was fucking him. "Oh my big boy if you only knew...you're so damn lucky I don't have my beautiful pink dildo here right now. My dildo gets enough action on my ass and pussy, but has never had the pleasure of tasting a man's asshole. Yet." She rubbed his asshole and forcefully spread his feet apart so that he now had his asshole totally exposed. She caressed his balls and every so often lightly fondled his dick. She would softly, oh so lightly rub his cock up and down, but never strong enough to fully satisfy the raging desire he felt. She continued bucking forward and backward on his ass, pretending as if she had a dick with which she could fuck him. He heard her spit on her fingers. He panicked and began trying to stand up. "What are you doing my big boy? Do you think I'm going to let you get up?...Oh no, I'm not done with you...I wish I had a big huge juicy dick just like yours so that I could shove it up your asshole all the way up to my balls...You'd like that wouldn't you? Oh my big boy..." He thought he'd faint, throw up and or blow his load when without warning she stuck two of her fingers into his asshole. He grunted and instinctively buckled up trying to stand. She grabbed his hair with one hand, using it to push his head back down to the sofa and continued to dry hump his ass all while fucking him with her fingers. "Not so fast my big boy...I'm not done yet... Oh my, that's not very nice of you. Didn't your mother ever teach you that ladies should finish first?... My goodness big boy, you're so tight and hot...god you feel so good my big boy..." She continued pumping two fingers in and out of his ass. She would occasionally spit saliva on them so that her fingers wouldn't have any reason not to go all the way into his lovely ass, all the way up to her top knuckles. She bent over him and murmured in his ear, "Based on that pretty car of yours and this gorgeous little apartment, you've got to be a big time law firm partner somewhere, don't you? I can imagine you must be quite the prick partner, aren't you? You must love being able to tell your little associates and staff where to go, don't you?" He could feel her hot breath on his ear. He had to strain to hear her whispers. She never let up fucking him with her fingers. "So tell me my big boy, what do you think the other little prick partners at your firm would say if they could see you now? Do you think they would enjoy seeing their star partner getting his ass fucked by a pretty girl? Hhhmmm... do you think maybe they'd give you a promotion? I KNOW!! Maybe they'll make you managing partner!" She squealed with delight. "Oh my god... What do you think? Am I right? I think they might, because you have quite the skill using your ass, don't you?" He knew if she touched his dick he would shoot his load all over his sofa. He felt his as if his ass was on fire, his knees threatened to give out any minute. His brow was beading up with sweat. "I think I better stop. My little pussy needs some relief." She took her fingers out of his ass and turned him around. She got on her knees and abruptly put his cock into her mouth. Her mouth was moist, hot and juicy. She gagged and saliva ran out of the side of her mouth. He instinctively began rocking and pushing his dick deeper into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and guided her mouth up and down the length of his cock. He fucked her mouth furiously, god he wanted to come so hard he thought he saw stars when he closed his eyes. She removed his dick from her mouth and looked up at him. Her big brown doe eyes looked absolutely innocent. He still couldn't believe what he was doing. He was afraid he'd wake up from some dream at any minute. "Your big dick sure isn't saying slow down, now is it? ... My, my... You are a big boy, aren't you? Look at you my big big boy. You're absolutely oh so pretty...and oh so juicy...I love your big big dick...ooohhhh my big boy" she said breathlessly. She studied his dick closely and nuzzled his cock and balls murmuring her appreciation the entire time. He could hear her whisper something, but couldn't make it out. He strained closely trying to make it out. He watched her lick her lips and her little pink tongue flicker in and out of her mouth in anticipation. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began tugging at his soft skin. She slowly brought her head forward and formed an "O" with her ruby red lips. He absolutely whimpered at the thought of her hot little mouth wrapping itself around his cock. She began sucking his dick once again, stroking his shaft with one hand, and caressing his balls with the other. Her head pumped up and down slowly down the length of his shaft. He grabbed her hair and guided her head up and down the length of his cock. He buried his cock in her mouth as far as he could. He heard her gag and choke on his dick. "Too big for you, am I? Hhhhmm...god your mouth is heaven..." he murmured. She stopped abruptly and stood up to take off her bra and panties. He moaned in appreciation. Her breasts were full and heavy and her nipples stood proudly at attention framed by pretty pink large areolas. She reached down and rubbed her pussy with her hand. He saw that her knees were shaking. She moaned and licked her lips. "Lie down my big boy... lie down on the ground. I want to ride you like a pony." He hesitated, unsure if he should move into the bedroom. "GET ON THE GROUND NOW" she said forcefully. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him down to the floor. He understood that she wanted him on the floor and didn't care where that happened to be. He got down on the floor. She stood towering over him, looking down at him. He felt foolish having his dick proudly waving like a flag. She knelt down and bent her head to kiss him. She murmured, "Oh my big boy, you're oh so pretty...Can I ride you like a pony? You want to be my pretty pony?" She continued murmuring in his ear, sucking on his earlobe, tugging at his hair. His dick was on fire and he reached out and began rubbing his own dick in sheer desperation. He wanted to blow his load. "Now, now, my big boy, stop that. Stop that right now. You might shoot your load and then where would that leave me? Hornier than hell. We can't have that now, can we?" She straddled him and slowly lowered her juicy pussy onto his cock. He felt his dick gripped by what seemed to be a vice. She moaned and arched her back and began pumping him up and down with her pussy. He swore he was going to pass out from the sheer desperation of trying to control his body. He didn't want to shoot his load. She fondled her own breasts moaning and shuddering with every wave of pleasure that shot through her body. She bent her head back and he could feel her hair tickle his balls. She rode him furiously never letting up on pumping and grinding his dick. She bent forward and nuzzled his chest, reaching out to caress his face. She grabbed his hair and softly said, "Oh my, my... big boy you're so good. I think I like my pretty pony. I think I'm going to have to take my pretty pony home with me..." She sat up and turned herself around without letting his dick out of the vice otherwise known as her pussy. She reached down and began fondling his balls never letting up on pumping his dick with her pussy. He thought he was going to pass out when he heard her spit on her fingers. He whimpered with delight. She continued to ride him, and began to reach deep into his ass cheeks. He knew she was looking for his asshole. "Open wide my big boy. You need to open wide so I can stick my pretty little fingers in your ass. You know you want it. Don't you? Don't you want my pretty fingers in your bottom?" He hesitantly shook his head in the affirmative. She laughed and squealed in delight. "Oh my goodness big boy!!! I knew you'd be a little ass slut. I just knew you'd like it up the ass. Big boys like you with big egos are pretty little ass sluts in disguise. OH GOODIE!! I like my new toy. I like my pretty little ass slut..." She tinkled with laughter all the while riding his cock furiously. Being called her ass slut, hearing the words come out of her sweet ruby red lips made him melt. In any other situation, if anyone else had called him anything but by his title he would have tore their fucking heads off. At his firm he was known for reducing many a new associate to tears for such a transgression. Yet here he was allowing a tiny sweet girl to call him an ass slut, and he enjoyed it immensely. Her two fingers found his asshole and she roughly finger fucked him. She breathlessly murmured, "Oh my big boy I knew I'd really like you...uuuhhhh, ooohhh, I think I'm ready now. I think I'm coming... aaahhhh...ooohhhhh..." She grunted and moaned and without warning he shot the first of his load deep into her pussy. She felt the moistness and shuddered with delight. She moaned "Oh baby fuck me...oh my big boy fuck me hard..." His dick quivered and he shuddered and he reached out for her waist to stop her bucking. He wanted his dick buried deep in her pussy as he shot out the rest of his load. He sat up clinging onto her waist, his chest up against her back. He whispered into the back of her neck, into her mane, "Aaahhh... oooohhh...oh god, oh god, fuck... you feel so good", as the last of his load shot deep into her pussy. ********* She lay on his chest looking up at him. He played with her hair and inhaled her scent. His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears as he stammered out, "Uuummm... you haven't even told me your name. What's your name?" She kissed him on the lips and said, "My big boy that's not important right now..." She continued to kiss him gently.