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Lawyers in Lust Ch. 01

By: Martin Gatsby



The downtown Chicago law offices of Saunders & Graves occupied the top ten floors of the forty-five story office building at Wacker and Lake. It was a glittering gem that was at once beautiful in its clean design yet garish in its complete lack of history or spirit. The environment fit the practice of law like a glove. 

On the 40th floor, the heart of the litigation department slowly pumped fees into the coffers of S&G. Brooke Strauss' office abutted the southwestern corner office of the floor. On the best days, Brooke caught glimpses of Lake Michigan through the patchwork of buildings. A fair amount of firm money and a great deal of her own personality ensured that her office exuded both taste and professionalism. Most law offices suffered from a bland atmosphere infused with sports metaphors and an adolescent longing for a day of golf. Brooke's office featured actual art work from local artists and more organization than should have been expected from such a busy lawyer. 

Her assistant, Michelle, always remarked on how gracefully Brooke had decorated her space. The two young women made a good team. Michelle could have been a lawyer herself had she desired it, but she passed on the opportunity. A fairly well off uncle provided a sizable amount of money which presently sat in trust for her. Every month on the 12th, the trust worked to pay off most of her expenses. As such, she worked really just to occupy her time, and to get her blood pumping from the drama of a law office. Given Michelle's Irish background, she loved emotional intensity and it didn't take too much to get her dander up. Her heritage had left her with deep auburn hair and a fiery temper. It made for an interesting contrast to Brooke's calm and collected manner. More than a few of the office staff took to calling them fire and ice. Many thought they would hate each other or that Michelle would follow through on her persistent threat to "quit and live off her trusts." In fact, the two had forged a good working relationship and a decent friendship. 

Michelle was currently leaning up against Brooke's desk. Her pert behind sat perched on the edge of the desk. Her legs were held tight together and drew sinuous lines down to high-heels that stabbed into the floor in front of her. Michelle's torso was bent forward at 45 degree angle and her hands clutched to the desk. Despite S&G's allowance of a casual dress code, Michelle still loved her skirt and blouse combos. Her hair was cut to just below her chin in a modified page-boy. A sloppy red lock had brushed down over her forehead as she placed the Carter file on Brooke's ever hectic desk. 

"Do you need anything else today B?" 

Brooke responded without looking up, the crown of her head a thick mass of wavy, black hair pointed towards Michelle. Brooke's coal black eyes were still fixed downwards at the final assignment of the day as she answered. 

"No...I think twelve hours is quite enough isn't it Michelle?" 

Michelle shook her head to herself and traced slow circles in the carpet with the toe of her tan pump. 

"You know B, I get that this is an important job for you. I get that you're talented, but is this really all worth it? You know my take on this, but I just think there's more to life than just work" 

Brooke slowly raised her head to meet Michelle's green eyes. 

"To me it really is worth it. I've wanted to be a lawyer ever since I watched L.A. Law." 

Michelle cocked her head back in a barking laugh. "Yeah but didn't they all get a lot more action than you?" 

Brooke's face turned into a frown. Michelle realized her mistake. "Oh no B, I didn't mean....." Brooke's stretched back into her chair and looked up at Michelle. Brooke's suit coat had long been hung on the hook behind her office door. She still looked very professional in an off-white blouse and a navy pin stripe suit. Her pantyhose clad legs ended in a pair of sensible but well-heeled pumps. She pulled back her shoulders, drew her arms upward, threw her head back slowly and let loose a long yawn. 

"No it's ok 'chelle. It's just been hard lately." 

It had been hard. Brooke spent the greater part of her adult life fighting to overcome quite a bit in order to get where she now sat. Nine months ago she made partner at S&G at the young age of 32. Unlike many of her contemporaries, she never had the great fortune of family money - or any family really. She moved in with her aunt at six years old after her mother had passed away from cancer. Brooke's father had never been part of her life. Apparently, a child never did fit into his plans. She had reached out to him twice in her life. Both times were meaningless. It felt better as a closed chapter in her life. Her aunt did what she could to raise Brooke, though it was hard for her. That effort meant the world to Brooke. Most associates splurge on a new car or a vacation upon making partner. Brooke made sure her Aunt Lynn would be set up for the remainder of her life. 

Maybe that was what drew her to law. She always had a sense of justice. Lots of lawyers could say they became lawyers because they wanted to "help people" or because it was "in the family." Not in the case of Brooke. She liked justice. So she worked two jobs while getting her high school degree. She needed the money, but it drew time and energy from her studies. Despite that, she earned enough to get a full scholarship to U of I. That's when the magic happened. She had enough free time to dominate her classes, and eventually power her way through to Harvard Law. That's just how she was. When her mind latched on to the idea of being a big city lawyer, she did what any powerful woman does - she willed it true. 

The work world was a bit of a disappointment though. Despite her credentials, she still could sense the inherent sexism of the legal field. On some level, it didn't hurt that she was an attractive young women. On the other hand, many of the partners who interviewed her saw her as a piece of ass. At 5'8", she had a long and lean frame with generous B-cup breasts. Her hair fell in wavy dark locks to her shoulders. She had dark eyes, and her face was more sexy than it was cute. A smile never looked quite right, but she had a half smirk that could instantly grab the attention of admirers. Her legs, however, were her not so secret weapons. 

Since high school, Brooke ran track. She even spent a year on the Illinois track team. Working out and running appealed to her Type-A nature. Given her already lithe frame, the constant training produced lovely results. In college, her legs were heavily muscled. Once she starting interviewing after law school, her workout regime diminished but did not disappear. Accordingly, her leg muscles smoothed into long, toned limbs that ended in graceful feet. On interviews, she would dress in business suits that accentuated her legs. Her goal was style. The effect, however, could bring leers and men twice her age stumbling over her words. 

In the end, her skills would not be denied. A prestigious 250 lawyer firm in Chicago offered her a job and she leapt at it. For seven years, she toiled as an associate. Her firm became her family. It became her escape. Sadly, there wasn't very much else cluttering her life. 

"Honestly B, you should relax tonight." 

Brooke's assistant still felt bad about highlighting Brooke's lack of a social life. Michelle didn't have such problems. Her frame reached to only 5'5", but it carried pert C-cup breasts that Michelle had no compunction about displaying in all sorts of appealing clothes. Freckles slightly covered her cheeks and reached down to her chest. She had a "thicker" build than Brooke, with a round ass and soft curves all over her form. She worked out and was clearly in shape, but she had no interest in trying to get a six pack. That meant a flat belly with just a soft curve to it and firm, full thighs. Her workouts had also given her a sturdy back to support her breasts. Her nipples were very pink, and when erect would grow to be quite long. Those lucky enough to explore her nude body found her pussy to be quite tight with delicate lips. She also kept her mound completely hairless. In short, her entire body oozed sensuality. 

Michelle loved life and drank it in deep. That meant great dinners, good wine, the occasional recreational drug when it tempted her, and her fair share of sexual exploits. She had spent many a night after work relaying detailed stories of her adventures to Brooke over wine. When men - and a handful of women - caught Michelle's eye one could almost hear her libido click into a higher gear. You could see a glint in her suddenly heavy lidded green eyes when that happened and her freckled nose twitched slightly. 

"You should think about Mark," Michelle smiled broadly. 

"Oh after you've broken him in for me?" 

Mark Sumner occupied the office four doors down from Brooke's. In every office, there's a man who the women secretly think about on warm evenings alone in the bathtub on a solitary Saturday night or in their beds on a lazy Sunday morning. At B&S, that man was Mark. He stood 6'4 and had retained an impressive chest from years of fairly constant working out. Unlike most men who discovered fitness on the path of sport, Mark was always interested in working out for vanity. Though thirty-six, he still had a boyish gait about him. He had fairly rugged features and was an odd mix of Midwestern farm boy and urban metrosexual. He kept his dark hair fairly short and gelled and carefully looked after a trimmed goatee. He had never had time for a wife after his first one divorced him shortly after law school. His easy manner kept his social options open though. And once he had moved to the 40th floor and Michelle had laid eyes on him, she knew she would feast on Mark. 

Michelle's nailed tapped along the desk as she recalled Mark's toned body and thick cock. "MMM I think you'd like him B." 

"No thanks. I think I am going to dash home and have a relaxing evening." 

"You're not even going out? It's Friday!" 

"Nah, I'm exhausted." 

"Here, at least try this," prompted Michelle as she tossed a small baggie filled with ground of leaves on Brooke's desk. 

Brooke rolled her eyes at Michelle. "'Chelle I thought I told you....it's never really going to be 4:20 with me." 

Michelle slapped her palms against the desk in response. "I knooooow B. You DO need a big fat blunt, but this is purely herbal. It's just a 'relaxation' thing. You can even make tea out of it." 

"Come on, I don't want the room to spin the entire weekend." 

"Oh please - look just try a bit of it. I promise! I even tried some of it last night and it was like having a beer," lied Michelle hoping to use Brooke as a guinea pig for the new herb her friend Kelly had provided. 

"You know if I get pulled over...." 

"YOU DRIVE 30 in a 45! Just take it and talk to me on Monday," Michelle said as she tossed the baggie to Brooke who reflexively caught it. 

"Goodnight love," smiled Michelle as she darted out of the office. 

Minutes passed before Brooke finally put the last file away and slumped back into her chair. A loud clap brought her attention snapping back to her office door. 

"Surprise! Made you one for the road!" Michelle pirouetted in front of Brooke and placed a mug of hot tea in front of her. "Guess what that is?" Michelle said as she smiled with all of her teeth. 

"Oh come one." 

"FOR ME. Try it." 

"Ok ok...fine I'll put it into my thermos and sip it....SIP IT....after I get home." 

Michelle waved goodbye as she left, and Brooke followed about fifteen minutes later. She hopped into her blue Jetta and waved hello to the parking attendant as she gunned her car on to Wacker. She placed her coffee thermos into the holder by the stick shift. 

As Brooke drove north on Lake Shore, she remembered Michelle's hilarious story of her first and only date with Mark. Michelle believed deeply in the better living through chemistry. As such, she was never afraid to try and spice up her life with one substance or another - whether controlled or illegal. Mark had initially agreed to only a brief drink with Michelle after work - not wanting to jeopardize his career at S&G. Michelle, however, had taken matters into her own hands. When Mark had retired to the men's room, she dosed his gin and tonic with a healthy amount of a powder her friend Kelly at the gym had given her. It apparently was an herbal version of Viagra. Michelle half expected it not to work at all, and really thought it would just be a blast to toy with Mark. She was wrong. 

Already lost in the memory of Michelle's retelling of the night, Brooke instinctively took a sip of liquid from her coffee thermos. She could not know that her reflexive action had just introduced a powerful substance into her system. A substance that would soon turn more than a few worlds upside down. The monotony of traffic brought Brooke back to her own thoughts. 

Michelle had relayed every single detail back to Brooke. That night, Michelle wore tight black pants that fit her ass like a glove. A thin, brightly patterned camisole style blouse graced her chest. Without the confines of a bra her ample breasts shifted and swayed seductively under the top. Her outfit was finished with strappy black heels that displayed her freshly painted pink toes. When Mark returned from the bathroom and drained the remains of his drink, Michelle could barely focus on what he was saying. The thought of him slowly growing underneath their table had aroused her already impressive libido. She strained to listen as the thoughts of his awakening cock completely overtook her brain. Her chest began to rise and fall with more frequency, and she noticed that Mark's face had taken on a reddish hue. 

"Something wrong?" she said in a deeper than normal voice as she playfully kicked her legs back and forth under the table. 

"I ah...I'm feeling a bit under the weather actually," answered Mark as he squirmed on his side of the booth. 

"Oh that's a shame," Michelle slid forward in her seat, "you know you should get massages. They really keep me feeling great." 

"....oh?" 

Michelle's lips curved into a closed smile. Her nipples chose that moment to harden to their fullest potential. The feeling of her sensitive flesh crinkling into taut fleshy peaks always brought a special charge to her. She took a quick puff of breath through slightly parted lips. "Mmmm hmmm....you should try." 

During their conversation, Mark's eyes were locked solely on Michelle's green eyes in an effort to maintain some sort of business decorum. But Michelle's nipples would not be denied. He could see them peaking in a delicious way through her blouse. The combination of both the herbal supplement and Michelle's body evidenced itself in Mark's cock protruding stiffly from his boxers and against his dress slacks. 

Michelle slowly brought her right foot up to touch Mark's pants leg. As she did, her eyes widened a bit as she felt a bit of moisture trickle from her smooth pussy lips to moisten her black thong. Mark took notice of the erotic look on her face and swallowed loudly. 

"uh.....um." 

"Are you sure you're ok? You look.....hot," Michelle teased as her nails played at Mark's forearm. 

Mark withdrew his arm as if it had burned. "I'm...I'm...sorry Michelle I need to run back to the office. I have to take care of something." He abruptly rose and deftly covered the front of his lower body with his suit coat and threw down a twenty dollar bill. Michelle watched as he stumbled out of the bar and turned to go up the elevator back to S&G. She polished off her white wine and softly bit her lower lip. There was no way she was going home now. 

 

The modulating Doppler effect of a car horn brought Brooke back out of her thoughts. In her tired state, she still hadn't considered the contents of her coffee thermos. In fact, she had already drained half of its contents. She gulped in the sudden realization that she had been drinking Michelle's tea for the last ten minutes. "Damn," she thought to herself. She went through a mental check list to determine what effects the tea had on her. Her vision seemed good. She didn't seem groggy. She felt a bit warm, but that could have been from the tea. Reaching back to her track training, she started doing breathing exercises to calm her nerves. She was almost home anyway, she told herself. She did take note that she felt somewhat aroused. She squeezed her thighs together and felt warm wetness surround her still hiding clit. Surely, that was due to remembering Michelle's story. 

Ah, Michelle's story. After Mark left the bar, Michelle waited briefly before following him back up to his office at S&G. It was 9:45 by then, and the firm was pretty much dead for the night. Michelle got off the elevator at the 40th floor and moved cat-like towards Mark's office. Her heels clicked firmly on the tile at the reception area, but then went quiet when she strode on to the carpet of the main hallway. 

The outside wall of Mark's office contained a window that looked out into the bullpen of secretarial cubicles on 40. The window shades were drawn, but Michelle could see light streaming between the little slits in the blinds. Michelle paused in front of Mark's door. She looked both ways and found nobody else roaming the hallway. She cocked her head to the side, pressed her ear lightly to the office door and squinted in concentration. When she heard a low rhythmic groaning her palms grew wet and she shivered as a rivulet of moisture escaped from her nether lips. She slowly wrapped her right hand around the door handle. In one swift movement, she pulled the door handle down, bumped the door open with her hip and hopped into Mark's office. Once inside, she jerked her arm around to the front of the door and pushed it closed. One beat later, she looked up and drank in the scene before her. 

Mark stood at his desk still wearing his dress shirt and tie. His suit pants and boxer briefs, however, lie bunched at his ankles. While his computer screen usually displayed case law research or legal briefs, it currently displayed a jpeg of a young blonde woman wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and high heels. The model's legs were spread wide as she ran a glistening fingernail between her engorged labia. 

Michelle had checked out Mark's package a number of times, but even she was impressed. His cock curved out at a high stiff angle from his pelvis. It looked to be about 7 to 8 inches long and fairly thick. Glistening pre-come coated his cock head and his right hand was wrapped tightly around his shaft. Every inch of his concentration had been rooted on the lovely visage on his computer screen, but the slam of the door startled Mark. With a slightly gaping mouth, he starred directly at Michelle as she stalked towards him. 

"Oh my," gushed Michelle as she brought a finger to her mouth. "Did I do that?" 

"MICHELLE. I'm so sorry. I should have locked....I know this...." 

"Shhh..... Have you come yet?" 

"Wha....What?" 

Michelle moved the office chair away from Mark's desk and slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. 

"I said.....have you pumped any come out of this hard cock yet." She wrapped her hand around Mark's hand and slowly dragged it off his erect member. 

"uh....uh....no. I just haven't....I'm so hard." 

Michelle licked her lips instinctively. "I know baby....I know." She gazed up at Mark. With lusty eyes she took a long lick of his cock starting at the base and ending at the head. She never broke eye contact with the shivering lawyer. "Just try not to fall over." 

Michelle started painting Mark's cock with her soft pink tongue slowly gliding up and down his cock. First, she attacked the underside of his cock. Then, she gently pulled down his member so that it was perpendicular with the floor and dragged her tongue back and forth over the top of his cock. At the end of each lick, she hummed with satisfaction. She loved giving head. 


Lawyers in Lust Ch. 01



Mark's head went back involuntarily when Michelle covered the head of his cock with her warm mouth. She continued by mouthing the head and lapping her tongue at the sensitive under-ridge of his cock. She could taste the pre-come seep from his cock as she began to bob downward on him. With each delicious dip, she would engulf about a quarter of an inch more of his cock. She couldn't quite deep throat him but she guessed she was taking about five inches when her throat felt stretched. With practiced patience, she breathed through her nose and slowly took about another inch. She felt her jaw muscles stretch tautly against his member. On each downstroke, she worked her tongue to glide along his cock. At the same time, her right hand glided over Mark's slick cock in the opposite direction of her pink mouth. Her hand rested only for a moment when she paused to shuck off her blouse. Her left hand joined the party by softly tickling and toying with Mark's hanging balls. 

Meanwhile, Mark's mind whirled with pleasure and disbelief. He had no idea what had happened. He knew that he suddenly found himself with an enormous erection that caused him to leave his drink date with Michelle. Despite his best efforts he could not will himself limp. He had dashed back to his office in hopes that it would go away before he left for the evening. That hoped lasted only about sixty seconds before he remembered a hidden stash of porn he kept on his computer for those late office nights when he needed relief. Mark knew it would be risky to masturbate at the office, but he had too. The pressure would not be denied. But now, Michelle. Michelle. He looked down and saw her mouth working over his stiff cock. He could see her now nude breasts and her thick, pink nipples. Behind her round ass, he spied her heels stretching out behind her as she kneeled before him. Ooooo he could feel her working hard at him now. Almost sucking him in with each down stroke. 

"Your cock tastes so good. Don't you like fucking my mouth?" 

"uuuuhn...." 

Michelle drew one last drag off of Mark's cock and removed her mouth with an audible pop. She reached behind her and dragged the office chair next to her. With Mark now leaning against his desk, she sat in the chair and rolled next to him. Michelle softly guided Mark's cock between her breasts and allowed him to fuck her freckled cleavage. The soft globes of her breasts made a perfect track for his cock. He began to wobble a bit as he arched upward on each stroke. The sensitive underside of his cock screamed with the sensation of her skin. She bowed her head forward and shot out her tongue to tease him further so that on each upstroke he could feel her soft tongue caress his head. Her hands reached down to tease his balls again and she knew he was close. 

Michelle whispered in a lusty voice, "Come for me. I want to feel you come down my throat. Come....mmmmmm come now." 

Mark obliged as his body shook in release. Michelle timed her moves perfectly and took his cockhead back into her mouth and sucked lightly as he shot three massive spasms (and two smaller ones) into her waiting mouth. She hummed in pleasure as she swallowed twice and savored his flavor. His cock slipped out of her mouth and for a long moment they both held motionless. 

Mark sat backwards on his desk and looked down at Michelle. 

"I.....I don't know what happened." 

"You came. Hard," answered Michelle as ran a finger around her lips. 

"It just......I don't know what came over me. I felt so hard. Actually, I'm still hard." Mark looked at his member with more than a little disbelief. Despite the raging orgasm he just had, his cock remained stiff as a board. 

"Oh I think you'll be like that for a bit longer." 

Michelle stood up and skinned her pants and thong down to her feet. She kicked off her shoes and let her clothes pool on the floor next to Mark's desk. She stood before him and ran her fingers over her still wet breasts and across her stomach. 

"Do you like?" 

She didn't give Mark a chance to answer as she pushed him onto his back. She pulled off his shoes and socks, and threw his suit pants across the office. When she was finished, Mark lay prone on top of his desk as Michelle crawled on top of him. 

"Michelle...I...." 

"Shhhhhh.... You'll enjoy this I promise." 

Michelle put one knee on either side of Mark's pelvis and leaned down to kiss him fully on his lips. "He's a pretty good kisser," she laughed to herself. She reached back and lined up Mark's hard cock with her shaved pussy. She felt the head of his cock jut between her lips. Her substantial wetness started to seep out to cover his head. Slowly and firmly she lowered her hips onto his cock. The thick stimulation of his cock pulled delicious tingles of sensation along her pussy walls as her eyes drew closed. "Ooooh fuck," she gasped when he bottomed out. Throughout it all Mark mewed pleasurably but stayed rock still. 

Slowly, she pulled her clinging pussy up over his cock again until it was almost out of her. Just as slowly she dropped her pelvis down again. She fucked him slowly like that for a moment. Instead of hunching forward any longer she decided to lean back. By doing so, she could feel the curve of his cock began to massage her front wall. 

"mmmmmmmm fuck." 

Mark drew his right hand up to her left breast and began to knead and pull at her nipple. Her body was already superheated from flirting with Mark and the bar and delivering an incredible blow job. For long moments, she rocked back and forth enjoying the sensations his cock was generating in her pussy. She felt her body begin the slow machinations of an intense orgasm. Her pussy bounced faster on his cock. 

"uhn....uhnn.....uhn..." 

Sweat clung to her red locks as her head flung back and forth. Her grinding sped up and Mark fucked back with powerful strokes. "God this guy can fuck," she thought to herself. Mark's left hand, however, brought her out of her thought as it found her slick and already throbbing clit. In response, she gasped and could feel his cock grow even larger in her pussy. 

"uhn.....mark....uh.....mnnnfff" 

The combination of his toying with her nipple and the slick massage of her clit brought sensations flowing into her g-spot. Her entire pelvis felt full and tense. She could sense his cock head prod against the puffy bit of sensitive nerves that would occasionally cause her to squirt her orgasms. 

Her nipples were so hard that they almost hurt. Her thighs began to quiver and shake with a mind of their own. She struggled to form intelligible words as she could feel her orgasm beginning to spill over into an explosion. 

"hard....yeah.....uhn....mmmmmpphf" 

With little warning, Mark ejaculated forcefully into her pussy. If anything, it felt stronger than his first release into her mouth. She could feel the semen jet out hotly against her already aroused g-spot. Her clit sang in delightful chorus with her g-spot. Mark tweaked her nipple and Michelle exploded into ecstasy. 

"oooooooooooooo gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" 

Michelle's hips danced with aftershocks until they both fell motionless. Michelle laid on top of Mark. Her body rose and fell in time with his breathing. For long minutes, they said nothing as his cock remained rooted inside of her. 

"You're still hard." 

Back in her Jetta, Brooke laughed out loud. According to Michelle, her and Mark spent the better half of the night in the office trying to rid Mark of his erection. Michelle claimed that she had tortured him to at least five orgasms, but she had lost count of her own. Mark, for his part, was mortified. Normally full of confidence, he still avoided Michelle to this day. She noted gleefully that Mark developed a limp for days after the experience. 

Brooke brought her car to a final rest at her parking spot. She was fairly sure now that the tea Michelle had made was just an herbal supplement. "Nothing to be worried about," she thought. Although, remembering how easy Michelle had manipulated Mark left her a bit frightened. She still felt warm, and her panties were absolutely drenched. Maybe it was just the story she thought as she turned the key on her apartment and went inside. 

Once inside, Brooke quickly collapsed into her sectional couch. Given her salary, she owned a fairly humble condo just north of Wrigley Field. She had decorated it sparsely but tastefully. She kicked off her heels and snuggled into the couch. "Oh right.....the thermos," she thought as she reached out to the table. The liquid was still warm and she had to admit it tasted pretty good. Without out leaving the couch, she turned on the Discovery Channel and continued to sip at her drink. 

As she paid only marginal attention to the program, she yanked down her pantyhose and threw them to the floor. Aahhh. That was better. She stretched her legs out across the length of the sofa. Her legs had become a bit of an indulgence for her. She kept them perfectly waxed and spent time covering them with tanning oils and moisturizers. It almost looked as if her legs were more tanned than the rest of her body - as if she was wearing hose even when she was not. Frequently she went to work without hose of any kind. Weekly pedicures saw that her size 6 feet were kept soft and pretty. She went with dark red on her nails this time. She liked the look. 

She started to giggle a bit. Her eyes remained locked on the Discovery Channel's program about engineering disasters yet she still giggled. Oddly, her entire body started to feel warm. She snuggled deeper into the couch as she finished off her drink. She wriggled her toes slightly as she kept watching TV. Again she giggled. She just felt *good*. She stretched languidly bringing her arms behind her head, stiffening her legs and pushing her stomach up off the couch. 

"mmmm....." 

Brooke felt hazy now. The protective cocoon of her condo surrounded her with warm feelings. Her logical mind slowly crept away and she found she was having trouble connecting one thought to another. In its place, she could feel a lovely sensitivity starting at her feet. She felt like she was getting a subtle massage. Trickles of tingles began to dash up and down her legs. In response, she rubbed her sexy, tanned legs together, turning one foot so that she teased it up her calf. 

By accident, her motions caused her thighs to press together and the friction slightly aroused her nether regions. On cue, the tingles made their way from her thighs to her outer labia. New sensations were flooding her pleasure receptors with each little movement. 

She burst out in laughter. Her laughter dwindled down into a soft cooing as she smiled and looked down at the empty thermos on her floor. THERMOS. IT WAS THE DRINK. The thought cut through her fogged brain. 

"Oh God...the drink!" 

She jumped up from the couch in panic. She did not know that given the characteristics of the substance she had ingested, quick movements would not help her situation. What she could not know is that Michelle had stumbled upon an interesting mix of herbs and drugs from south of the border. There were no known long lasting effects, but in the short term three things would happen to the user. First, they would feel sensations of warmth and euphoria. Depending on the user, this manifested itself as slightly inebriated behavior. Second, the user's body would become extremely sensitive to touch. All sensations of touch were translated into feelings of growing pleasure. Even the slightest move would reverberate and echo into perceptions of grand ecstasy. Third, the user would be compelled to seek orgasmic relief. None of the prior users were sure if the third step was a side effect or just a property of the drug. 

At the present though, Brooke's hypersensitive body had to process the feeling of her clothes clinging along her body as she stood, her legs sliding against each other as she stood and the silky feel of her abandoned pantyhose as she stood on them. The result took her breath away. 

"Oooohohooo...oooo my....Oooo." 

Brooke's body experienced lovely, tender pleasures that rushed directly to her brain. Her mouth hung open in complete surprise. It seemed as if somebody had just licked over all of her erogenous zones at once. She held completely still. Even the quickening beats of her heart left slight reverberations of pleasure in her body. She raised her right eyebrow cautiously and slowly moved her left foot. In doing so, her delicate sole slid over her extra-silky pair of pantyhose. Normally, it might have been just a "nice" or "pleasant" feeling. Right now, however, it felt as if ever nerve in her foot was connected to her clitoris. 

"oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." 

Her sensuality was winning over her rational side. She walked on unsteady legs to her bedroom. By the time she reached her bed, she was shaking and could barely stand. Each step caused her to wiggle in reaction to the feelings. She balanced against her bed sucking in her breath at the amazing feeling of her down comforter against her legs. 

"I've.....uh....got.....to.....ooooo." 

She shucked off her blouse and bra. Those mundane acts caused her nipples to harden into crimson peaks that stood out against her breasts. Her entire body felt alive. She quickly kicked off her panties and looked at herself in her dressing mirror. A wickedly aroused tart of a woman looked back at her. Her hair spread down wildly around her shoulders. She never remembered seeing her nipples look so hard and red. Her eyes took in her body all the way down to her pussy which she kept neatly trimmed in a miniature black stripe. Her pussy. The words rang in her head. 

"oooo God I haven't even....touched.....I wonder....." 

She continued to watch herself in the mirror as her right hand slowly moved up her stomach to just under her breast. Her breathe came in huffs as she cupped the bottom of her breast. She let the fleshy mammary fill her hand and she lifted up slightly. Her actions pushed her nipple outward and flicked glorious pleasure into her brain. She hunched forward but continued to watch her visage in the mirror. There were more spots to explore though. She slowly curved her thumb across her nipple to toy with her crimson peak. 

Bells, horns, whistles went off as the sensations flooded her. Her already aroused pussy lubricated instantly. 

"ooooo......If that's.....I wonder.....oh no....." 

Her body again betrayed her as her other arm reached down to delve into her warm wetness. She tried to go slowly, but the anticipation pulled at her. First, she limited herself to just stroking her fingertip up and down the wet slit between her lips. The sensation was almost dizzying. Without meaning to do so, she reached all the way to the top and brushed her clit back soaking it with wetness. Her fingertip drew upwards and firmly massaged her clit. She gasped loudly. 

Her brain reeled and various sexual memories flooded into her head. She remembered her first attempts at masturbation in her teenage bed. She remembered her first French kiss. She remembered the first time she gave head. She remembered her first orgasm form intercourse....from oral.....from..... 

Her pussy took on a life of its own as she dropped to her knees and began to finger herself wildly. Normally, it could take 10 minutes or more for her to reach orgasm. Sometimes five if she was very horny. Tonight? It would be about......one minute. 

Still watching her writhing form in the mirror, her hips pumped in time with her greedy hands. Her girl come flowed steadily from her lips and glistened off her upper thighs. She let loose a moan that reached a loud crescendo when she reached orgasm. Without any question, it was the best climax of her life. She was on her knees now and she sat back on her heels. She exhaled repeatedly until she regained some control. 

"Dammit (huff) Michelle..." 

Meanwhile across town, Michelle had found her own source of amusement for the evening. She was on her back with her legs wrapped around the neck of her next door neighbor Steve. Steve was a graduate student at DePaul that Michelle met when she moved in to her place. At various times of boredom, she chose to entertain him. He lacked imagination as a lover, but his more than adequate cock could soothe her when she needed it. Her firm thighs bounced against his body as he sunk into her tight pussy. Gaining speed, Steve plowed faster and faster into Michelle's shaved pussy shaking her body with every thrust. 

She allowed herself to float along the stiff pleasure of Steve's cock. Michelle's mind drifted to her boss. She wondered if that herbal concoction had really done anything. She hoped so. The mental picture of Brooke horny beyond all imagination filled her with glee. Maybe she would attack some poor man. Michelle smiled. Maybe she had to fuck herself tonight. "I wonder how she looks when she comes," thought Michelle as Steve's cock drove one last time into her pussy releasing a torrent of come into her. Michelle closed her eyes and imagined Brooke coming hard as she shivered through an orgasm of her own. 

Back in her condo, Brooke was still trying to put herself back together.

"Damn Michelle. She knew about this and thought it would be fun....just like with Mark. When she just fucked him....Fucked him hard....Michelle....." 

Brooke's mind unexpectedly pictured Michelle's soft curves and wry smile. Oh no...she could feel the warmth building again.



Lawyers in Lust Ch. 02



Lawyers in Lust Copyright 2005 Martin Gatsby 

PART ONE 

Bright streaks of sunshine fell into Brooke's Wrigleyville condo. Dappled reflections of morning sun played along her sectional couch. A stray ray of light caught the silver Thermos resting on its side next to the couch. Another shaft of light struck Brooke's long since discarded pantyhose. The sunlight shimmered off the tanned, glossy material. Random flecks of glitter from Brooke's body lotion were discovered and illuminated on the smooth fabric. Muted sounds of traffic echoed from outside the window. The digital clock on the stove read 7:34. 

Brooke's body stretched out in front of her bed. Her graceful legs curved back towards the window in her living room. She lay on her back with her arms extended out to the side and her legs draped in a straight line parallel to her bed. Every inch of her 5'8" body, from her high arches to her wavy black hair, radiated peace. Her B cup breasts rose and fell in long measured beats. Crimson aureoles spread flat like silver dollars on top of her tanned breasts. The stripe of thin black hair on her mound pointed downward to now resting folds. On her thighs, telltale trances of her own come told the story of an eventful night. 

With a loud start, Brooke shook herself awake. For a moment it felt as if she was in some strange place. When she realized that she was in the comfort of her condo, she swallowed slowly and took in the scene around her. The sheets on her bed were in disarray. Storage containers from her closet were spilled carelessly on the floor. The drawers on her dressing bureau hung open and various blouses, skirts, and other clothing cascaded down in silken waterfalls. It almost looked as if someone had tried to rob her. That wasn't the case. 

After ingesting the aphrodisiac tea that her friend and co-worker Michelle had made for her, she had spent the entire evening bringing herself to orgasm. The tea's delicious properties had left her body highly susceptible to the sensation of touch. At first, the extra sensation was almost more than she could bear. Just the act of walking had brought her dangerously close to orgasm. After a while, the effects lessened to where she regained some control of her body. Following each orgasm the drug allowed her a moment of clarity. Sometimes it lasted five or ten minutes. During that spell, her sense of touch returned to normal and her libido would be toned down to a dull throb. With the rest period completed, her desire rekindled itself. With each successive cycle of lust, her sensation of touch dropped and became a bit closer to normal. Brooke remembered the discovery of these cycles last night. The drug conditioned her to hungrily seek orgasm in order to get her senses back. She fell asleep after eight of them. 

Brooke sighed and looked at the chaos of her bedroom. In her drug induced lust, Brooke had tried to find anything and everything to rub against her highly sensitized body. Silk blouses. Stockings. Whisper soft scarves. Satin panties. Any soft fabric to drag across her body. Early in the evening, she only needed to touch what she had previously believed non-erogenous zones such as her legs or arms to achieve overwhelming pleasure. As the night stretched on, she concentrated on her nipples and clitoris. The results were heavenly - one orgasm after another. Each orgasm felt different than the last, but their toll finally battered her into sleep. 

Brooke shook her head. How could she climax by simply walking? She smiled when she remembered when Michelle told her that a skilled lover could make a woman come by touching any part of her body. Her smile quickly fell to a frown. Michelle. Damn her. She had tricked her and reduced her to a quivering mess last night. Her eyes narrowed. If there were any justice, she was going to pay for this. 

Brooke stood and stretched her body. She felt pretty good considering the exertions her body suffered the night before. She walked steadily to the shower and stepped inside. Warm water pounded down against her head and the hard flow streamed down her body. She interlaced her fingers and reached up towards the ceiling in a long catlike stretch. Then, she turned and stood with her back to the shower head and leaned backward. The constant hammering of the sizzling shower relaxed her muscles and cleared the rest of the cobwebs from her head. 

As she soaped her lithe legs, Brooke's mind fluttered back to her unearthly state last night. She remembered desperately grabbing for any sensuous material to rub against her quivering body. With disbelief, she recalled how hard she came. She also remembered frantically searching for a gag gift one of her college friends had sent her in celebration of Brooke reaching partnership at S&G. The gift had arrived at her condo wrapped in a pink box with an incredibly baroque pink bow. Inside the box, was a rabbit vibrator that Brooke instantly recognized from an episode of Sex in the City. The card on the inside read "you're going to be so busy...you might need a helping hand!" She remembered stowing the toy in her apartment and never once trying it out. In the early hours of Saturday morning, however, Brooke had stalked through her apartment rifling through her positions trying to find the device. Murky, lusty thoughts prevented her from actually finding the device. 

FLOOR OF THE ENTRYWAY CLOSET UNDER THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS

Brooke's eyes shot open and she stood rigidly under the shower spray. The soap clattered from her hands as her logical mind suddenly announced where the vibrator had been hiding. She bent at the knees and retrieved the soap from the shower floor. The shower completely embraced her in warmth as no part of her body escaped its warm licks. The water briefly plugged her ears and wrapped her in a cocoon of gentle silence. She rose, soap in hand, and turned back to face the shower spray. The hot throbbing water pulsed into her breasts and stomach. Delightfully exact surges of water caught her nipples and her clit tingled. 

Brooke didn't understand. The drug was undoubtedly out of her system. Her mind was clear and she no longer felt the telltale warmth in her stomach that she had already logically associated with the drug's presence. Still, she felt her thighs flex as her ruddy nipples thickened fully into miniature erections of flesh. 

She had been so mesmerized by the idea of using the rabbit vibrator last night. When she first received the gift, she even relayed its existence to Michelle in a giggle filled lunchtime conversation. In response, Michelle gushed her enthusiasm for rabbit vibrators and how they caused her to experience clitoral and vagina orgasms at the same time. Brooke has only read of such momentous events in the pages of Cosmo, but Michelle assured her that her "kitty would smile for hours with that thing." 

Brooke rinsed the soap from her body before turning off the shower. Her movements had slowed to half speed, and she stood dripping water in front of the now silenced shower head. The heavy steam of her shower clung to her and her hair hung in wet, sexy strands across her face. 

Though she hadn't found the vibrator last night, she vividly remembered how its packaging bragged of the toy's incredible attributes. The six inch shaft of the vibrator was girly pink and contained about 40 small pearls near the base. With the flick of a switch, those pearls would move back and forth around the shaft stimulating both the outside and inside of a woman's vagina. Additionally, the jelly head of the toy would revolve around and around only stopping at the whim of the woman. Brooke always liked that idea. No more worries of the premature orgasms of options traders or dysfunctionally limp frat boys. The rabbit gave her pleasure at her hands. Or it would have if she had ever used it. Finally, the toy featured a pair of whisper soft rabbit ears that would gently surround the clitoris. The tips of the ears could pull back the clitoral hood bringing full waves of vibration to that nugget of pleasure at the top of her vaginal entrance. The ears would also fold back and hug the vulva before joining the shaft. Even to the normally shy Brooke, it sounded like heaven on earth. "Proof that there are women engineers," Michelle had said. 

With labored movements, Brooke reached for her towel and patted away the moisture on her body. She could barely believe how good she felt. Years of positive peer pressure and Nancy Reagan had taught her that drugs - almost anything harder than an Aspirin - would result in a spiral of pain and loss. This substance she had unwittingly tried seemed to have only produced pleasure. And the day after? No hangover no needle-marks. In fact, she had a healthy glow. As she patted the wetness off her taut, tanned legs, and caught a glimpse of her pussy in the mirror. Normally, her nether lips were quite delicate and sunken back into her pubic mound. Not this morning. They looked full and luscious as if the arousal from last night had been imprinted on them. She involuntarily licked her lips. 

It wasn't as if she hadn't masturbated before. She had found it to be a fine stress reliever. It was just that it was not a common occurrence. Sure, prior to an exam or a long brief she would find the time to lie on her bed and touch herself. Normally, her mind filled itself with romantic notions of being swept away by some white knight. Her erotic dreams typically touched on medieval fantasy. She thought of her self as Joan of Arc. But in Brooke's version, she would cheat death and find a gallant male equal to rescue her into bliss. Her masturbation technique was pretty rote by now. She typically would tease her outer lips until she could feel herself sufficiently slick and aroused. Then her hands would dart to her clit and circle carefully until a tickling feeling built within her. She usually ignored her sensitive nipples. Her past lovers explored them, but she never tried to pleasure herself that way. Instead, Brooke would seek out that tickling feeling in her wet folds and circle faster and faster until a small orgasm trickled out of her body. She never went for more than one climax. Why would she need that? 

Her mind suddenly had answers to that question. The multiple orgasms last night were so novel. They exploded and turned...bucked and weaved. They radiated pleasure on every inch of her body. They left her wanting more. 

She was staring at herself in the shower mirror now. Her mind was clear about two things. First, she was absolutely sure the drug was out of her system. Second, she was horny again. 

PART TWO 

"Oh you did not fuck that poor boy again did you?" 

Michelle started to laugh as she clutched a large white towel around her naked body. She sat on a tiled step in the steam room of her gym across from her friend Kelly. The two young women had just finished a fairly rigorous kick boxing class. After downing some PowerAid, they had shucked off their damp leotards and sought shelter in the thick mist of the steam room. 

"Ooooh Steve's just fun. His cock is better than average. His body is just full of youthful oooomph. He had fun too, so what's the problem?" Michelle leaned back and flashed one of her broad Cheshire Cat grins at Kelly. 

"I'm not sure his girlfriend would agree...and he's just going to get addicted," replied Kelly as she brushed her dark bangs away from her forehead. People always told Kelly she looked like a goth Snowwhite. She had straight jet-black hair that just draped past her shoulders. When she was working out, she typically brought her hair into a long ponytail. Even when she did wear her hair in a pony tail, she wore dark clipped bangs that draped across her forehead. Her eyes were a deep seductive blue. They seemed to sparkle and glitter with a naughty if not nasty streak. She played up their power by wearing eye makeup that emphasized and drew attention to them. Few were the times that she didn't highlight her lips with deep red lipstick. Her skin was somewhat pale and made for a striking contrast to her dark hair. These days, people liked to compare her looks to Julie Cooper on the OC, but with much darker hair. 

Kelly stood about 5'10" with a firm and athletic frame. Her workouts were much more intense and frequent than Michelle's. Three years ago, Kelly artificially grew her breasts to the size of 36C. Both breasts were capped with wide brown nipples - the right one being pierced with a small ring. Through the miracle of a talented plastic surgeon and a great body artist, she retained fantastic sensitivity in both nipples. The nipple ring, in fact, paved a four way highway of pleasure directly from her nipple to her clitoris. Below her waist, she was equally stunning. Thick lips formed the pouting perimeter of her pussy. She kept her entire pubis shaved except for a small postage stamp of dark hair directly above her clit. Every other bit of skin in the area was as smooth as silk. 

"Oh speaking of addicting, did you ever try that herb I gave you?" 

Michelle shook her head. "No, I actually gave it to Ms. Icy," Michelle stretched her hands upwards and sucked in more of the hot surrounding steam. 

"You did what?" Kelly sat up and accidentally shook her towel from its resting place against her breasts. "That's some intensive shit sweetie. I'm not so sure your lawyer friend can handle that stuff. What happened??" 

Michelle, still leaning against the wall, fixed her eyes on Kelly with a healthy amount of sarcasm. "What do you mean Kel?" 

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Jesus Michelle. That stuff is like the nectar of the gods. You know me. I've given you everything from coke to pot to herbal X. We both know that if you watch yourself and have somebody ELSE watch yourself you can usually get away with that all of that. But with Lujuria..." 

"Huh? What the fuck is Lujuria? I thought this was just some bullshit granola herbal crap." Michelle sat up now with genuine concern for her friend Brooke. 

Kelly blinked her eyes and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Lujuria is...its incredible Michelle. I have to watch MYSELF with it." 

Michelle had a look of shock on her face. Kelly could tear herself away from almost any drug. She was a nightmare for anti-drug advocates. She could do lines of coke one night and then completely pass on all substances for months after. 

"Look 'Chelle...this stuff. It lights you up. You have no idea. First, your body gets super sensitive. I mean I could come twice if somebody kisses me. Second, you just have to keep getting attention until you come. THEN and ONLY THEN does the sensitivity diminish. But then it drops only a bit. So you have to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're not horny anymore. It can take HOURS. Or you can try to hold off orgasm and let one enormous climax pull the drug out of you. With men it's even worse. They don't really get more sensitive, but they almost turn into fucking robots. Their cocks won't go down and they just fuck and fuck and fuck..." 

Both women sat for long moments with only the periodic hissing of the steam interrupting the silence. 

"How did you give it to her?" 

"Tea." 

"Whew...we'll that's not quite as bad. IF she had smoked it. Jesus. I'm still shaking from my last round with it." 

Michelle's concern for her friend was slowly being eroded by her own curiosity. "Is it really that good?" 

"You would not believe what happened last time I used it..." 

Michelle's flat pink nipples hardened into points. She leaned forward, "Tell me." 

PART THREE 

Kelly looked at Michelle with her typically intense eyes and began her story. 

"A while back, I was training this professional couple at their place. Nothing too special, she worked at KPMG and he was a trader. They were your basic Lincoln Park couple who met in college and settled into a comfortable life. His name was Chris and her name was Dawn. Chris was about six foot tall and still in decent shape from his years on the college IM basketball team. He had brown hair and blue eyes. Sort of a pretty boy in his time, but age was beginning to draw the cute out of him. Dawn was Korean and about 5'3". She had a really slight figure, dark straight hair. You know...typical cute Asian girl. Anyway, for about two months I had been visiting them after work and working them out as a couple. Twice a week. 

Anyways, a few months back Dawn's birthday came up. Chris wanted to do something special for her. He had settled on the idea of scoring her some pot as part of the celebration. Given that most of his co-workers were pretty straight he needed to find a source." 

"You," Michelle smiled. 

"Yeah me. So, when he called to set up the next workout date, he hemmed and hawed around a bit and tried to keep me on the line. I'm never one for patience, so I asked him what the fuck was wrong. Hell, I thought he was going to hit on me. Instead, he got the balls to come right out and ask me for the pot. I thought what the hell. So, we decided that I'd come by and surprise them on a Friday night when we weren't training." "But you..." 

"Exactly. This was right when I first scored some Lujuria. I hadn't even tried it out on myself yet. The guy I got it from insisted it was just like pot but a little better. No doubt the fucker was just trying to seduce me. So why not give its test run with them? Chris was going to pay me a premium for the stuff AND I planned to stick around and share it with them." 

Michelle slowly kicked her curvy leg back and forth enraptured by the story. 

"I thought I'd go over for just an hour or so and head off to the club, so I was decked out accordingly. I was wearing a black lacy top with no bra, a black leather skirt, fishnets, and black boots. When I went over, Chris opened the door in rolled up shirtsleeves. He had just got back from work. He smiled and waved me inside. He whispered that Dawn had also just arrived and was in the back..." 

Michelle interrupted, "Then you broke it to them that you were staying..." 

"That's right. I told him I brought three joints and thought it would be fun to mellow out with him. He seemed a bit put off at first, but I could see him sneaking peaks at my tits and ass. I got really close to him and told him how much I just needed to get high." 

Michelle laughed, "Drugs and sex...what a great Friday night." 

"You have no idea. Chris sheepishly explained to me that he hadn't sprung the surprise on Dawn yet. Just my luck, it was now my job. Fucking traders. I sent Chris to fetch three glasses of wine and yelled out to Dawn that I had come by to pick up my latest check. Dawn came out and kissed me hello." 

Michelle sat rapt. Kelly always had a flair for the dramatic and rarely did her stories fail to arouse Michelle. 

"Chris returned with the wine and we all sat on their couch. I told Dawn I knew it was her birthday, and she smiled and said Chris had planned a great night out for her on Saturday. She complained how it had been a long week at work and how she was dying for the chance to just stay in and relax. I told her I knew the feeling. I told her how badly I needed to get high." 

Michelle giggled. "Subtle dear." 

"Fuck you, it worked it. Chris quickly brought up how Dawn used to smoke down all the time at college. At first, she played it off. Then before you know it I busted out the three joints. Chris opened the window, and we light up." 

PART FOUR 

Kelly continued by relaying the events of the night to Michelle in complete detail. 

The three celebrants each toked on their joint of Lujuria. Sweet smelling smoke began to slowly fill Chris and Dawn's apartment. All three quickly polished off their glasses of wine and let the drug roll over them. Chris and Dawn were laughing right away. If anything, Kelly though it was probably mostly from nerves. Kelly could feel the drug though too. Almost immediately after her second intake of acrid smoke, she could feel intense warmth in her stomach. Kelly could feel her entire body begin to relax as she slumped back into the couch and a hazy smile played over her lips. She glanced over at the tittering couple and that's when it happened. 




Lawyers in Lust Ch. 02



Through his khakis she could the outline of Chris' cock. She had seen it before through his gym clothes and had politely ignored it when a particular intimate stretching routine had left him hard. At the time, it had looked to be a decently built cock and she remembered thinking that Dawn was fairly lucky. Still, she hadn't given it a moments thought. She had enough cock in her life and didn't need this trader's schlong in her life. But now in the midst of this sweet smoke, his cock looked delicious. She could see that he was fully hard and her eyes narrowed to take in as much detail as she could. 

"Oooh (giggle) I feel really funny," Dawn broke through the haze with a peal of laughter. Dawn's head tilted forward and her straight, black hair mussed playfully over her forehead. Kelly caught the movement out of the side of her eye, but she remained fixated on Chris's cock. Seeing the delicate Asian begin to lose control and knowing her husband was already hard as a rock really began to turn her Kelly on. 

The young trainer ran her tongue along her bottom lip. WHOA. Shivers of pleasure shot through her body. This was new. Across the couch, the drug also took hold of Chris as he lay back on the couch. His arms rested on the back of the sofa and his cock obscenely arched up from underneath his pants. 

On the other end of the couch, Dawn was also beginning to feel good. She was still wearing a dark grey business suit that worked well with her skin color. The skirt hem stopped just above her knees. Her heels topped out at about 3 inches. She had discarded her suitcoat and was wearing a light blue blouse. Her just barely B cup breasts were supported by a satiny blue bra, and her nipples were tan and seemed to always be hardened into small bullets. Misty grey nylons covered her legs. 

Not only did Dawn feel the warmth and haze that she could recollect from her college marijuana habit, but she began to feel chills and shivers play along her skin. She kicked her pumps off with the intent of bringing her legs up on the couch. She wanted to curl into a ball and enjoy the buzz. First though, her sensitive nylon covered soles touched the rich beige carpet of her apartment. At first, it felt only like somebody was tickling her feet. She tilted her head slightly and smiled widely as her eyes drew closed. Another brush against the carpet felt like somebody was sensuously licking at her soles. "Mmmm," she hummed softly. One last brush evoked a quick image in her head of her delicate toes being sucked by broad-shouldered young men while another man ran his thick cock along her arches. The normally staid accountant stood up. 

"Mmmmm Kelly what ish thish?" Dawn slurred as more pleasurable feelings ran through her body. She kept her eyes closed, but she shifted her weight slowly from side to side almost as if she was doing a delicate little dance. Each move, however, brought her body in contact with her clothes and her surroundings. The result sent pleasure directly to her brain. At first, the pleasure had seemed like a gentle massage. Now, it was tinged with overwhelmingly sexual overtones as the feeling stopped to gather steam at Dawn's clitoris before flickering into delicious explosions of dopamine in her brain. "Seriouishly Kel...thish shit is...mmmmm" 

Kelly, however, was not focused on Dawn's rambling musings. Her burning eyes were locked on Chris as he silently humped at the air in front of his khakis. His still covered member could be seen in clear outline under his pants. Chris' eyes were closed and he tilted his face towards the ceiling. The bawdy display of the young husband's cock made short work of Kelly. 

Now Kelly had been horny in her life. She had been in her share of orgies on Friday night and walked away wondering what enchanting fuck fests awaited her body on Saturday night. But at this moment, she could never remember being hornier. 

She leaned forward over Chris' body. In doing so, her lacy top played along her pierced nipple. Mind blowing feelings poured into Kelly's body and her mouth opened in an aroused snarl. As occasionally would happen, her nipple piercing briefly got hung up on her top and she could feel a tension beginning in her breast. A segment of the lace on her top caught ever so lightly on her nipple ring. The fabric pulled both the ring and her nipple outward. Shivering slightly, she extended her right hand and slowly curled her fingers around Chris' cock. Chris opened his eyes as he looked down glimpsing Kelly's black fingernails surrounding his length. Kelly turned to face Chris's eyes as her hand closed tightly around his fleshy tool. Just as their eyes met, the material on her top broke free of being snagged on her nipple ring. The resulting twang shot untold pleasures directly to Kelly's pussy. Lubrication welled up out of her nether lips and poured into her fishnet pantyhose soaking her upper thighs. Her right eyebrow shot up in a question and her mouth opened wide almost begging Chris or anybody to explain what was playing havoc with her body. Her hands began to work nervously at his fly. 

Meanwhile, Dawn was battling her body in a world of her own. She was rubbing her arms across the front of her chest, still unaware of the lewd exhibition just behind her. She could feel the sensations building exponentially in her body. Her brain was having trouble processing anything but the sensuous feelings. "Why?" she thought. Maybe it was because she had decided to wear thigh high stockings and a lacy black thong to work. She had secretly wished it would shock Chris when he finally ravaged her that evening. "God, I'm so horny I can't even think," she thought to herself. Maybe if she could just steal away and masturbate quickly. She was a frequent user of her shower massage for usages never approved by the manufacturer. Yes, she'd have a quick session and return for more of this fantastic herb. No time for a shower though. Just a quick trip to the bathroom. She could slide a red fingernail tip finger right between her lips. She wouldn't even need any foreplay. Her finger tip would just gather her own moisture and massage back and forth until...it would take only seconds. 

"Hey guysh...(giggle) guysh I havva to go to...I havva I'll..." Dawn could hardly make any sense out of the nonsense she spoke. She could see the ideas and concepts in her head, but her mouth refused to properly voice them. Dawn stumbled around to face Chris and Kelly expecting to see them both laughing at her. Instead, she could not believe her eyes. 

Dawn saw the back of Kelly's head slowly gliding up and down as she sucked his cock while sitting beside him on the couch. At the bottom of Kelly's wet stroke she could see Chris'cockhead pop into vision before being obscured again by Kelly's red lips. As she worked on his shaft, Kelly's black hair fell luxuriously into Chris' lap. Chris' left hand had a firm grip on Kelly's pierced nipple as he tugged and toyed with the taut peak. Both of their bodies shook with lust and Dawn could hear Kelly make greedy lapping noises as she suckled the underhead of Chris' penis. 

Dawn could see Chris' well defined lower abs now exposed by his unbuttoned dress shirt. They were beginning to twitch and his hips leapt slightly off the couch. From many sessions of sucking Chris' dick, Dawn knew that her husband was close to coming. 

Kelly must have known too. She brought her lips to the top of his cock and slowly engulfed the entire head. Kelly prided herself on being an incredible cocksucker, and her mouth and tongue were doing a dance on Chris' cockhead that would have driven any man insane. Her left palm slowly massaged Chris' balls as her head slowly fell up and down on his cock. For Kelly's part, the delicious blowjob she was administering was also arousing her body. The silky feel of Chris' shaft in her mouth - stretching down into her throat - was actually arousing her as if she herself was being fondled. 

But Kelly didn't want to lose herself. She was deliberately delaying touching her clit. The build up was becoming unbearable, but the experience was rapidly becoming a phenomenally mind blowing experience. She had put enough together to guess that the Lujuria had affected her in untold ways. Kelly gathered that the towering orgasm that was building in her belly would be even greater if she could just hold on and let it spiral into infinity. At least, she hoped so. 

Kelly's lips greedily swallowed additional inches of cock into her mouth, but she could tell Chris would soon be coming. She could only hope that she would be able to delay her orgasm through his no doubt wild explosion. Though she normally quaffed come with decided glee, she decided to let him shoot outside of her. The sensuous feeling of swallowing his ejaculate might spark her first orgasm. And that orgasm...she wanted to explode with more force than Hiroshima. 

Without removing Chris' cock from her mouth, Kelly knelt before Chris and began to mouth fuck him with long deep strokes. She kept a medium pacing knowing that slow, slippery suction of her wet mouth would be more effective than the clumsy slamming so popular in porn. Dawn, who stood paralyzed mere feet in front of their coupling, was treated to a voyeuristic view of Kelly squatting in her black boots before her husband. Kelly's muscular ass could be seen peaking out from under her leather skirt covered in dark fishnets. Dawn could not discern any panties under the fishnet pantyhose, and a quick drip of lubrication made its way through the spaces in the fabric to the carpet below. Chris chose that moment to come. 

Kelly could tell his cock was about to explode and lifted her mouth of it with an audible pop. Chris' cock throbbed with intensity, reared, and shot loose a stream of hot semen that flew upwards and away from Kelly's just finished fellatio. The second, third, and fourth spurts fell in graceful semicircles against Kelly's face. The sensation of Chris' warm, slippery seed on her face almost brought Kelly to orgasm, but she some how willed it away. The majestic orgasm within her continued to build - almost begging Kelly to let it release and please her. Kelly's eyes fluttered in pleasure as the slick warmth began to drip off her face on to Chris unwilting cock. She turned to face Dawn. 

Dawn should have been enraged. A part of her was enraged, but that part was overwhelmed by the majority of her brain that fixated on the erotic scene before her. She noted an almost helpless look on Kelly's face. But the more intriguing part was the sexy picture of Kelly's come covered face. Dawn's hungry eyes also devoured the scene of Chris' still rock hard cock wet with semen and saliva. Dawn's thighs flexed as she stood before her personal trainer and husband. Dawn could feel her body bend almost imperceptibly toward her half naked husband. That was the cock she should have been sucking right now. Her small movements allowed Dawn's clit to rub ever so softly against the satiny panel of her thong and it set off a minor orgasm that drew her up to her tiptoes. Her nylon covered heels briefly escaped her pumps with the movement. 

"I'm sooo shoory Dawn. I hav...hav," Kelly rose wobbily to her feet as she faced Chris who was still lying on the couch almost oblivious to the scene in front of him. His cock was still rock hard and stood in a harsh fleshy curve of seven inches. Kelly reached behind her to the small of her back and unzipped her skirt. She shimmied out of it as it fell to the floor. Even that sensation felt sexual. She had to be careful to minimize such random contact. Kelly took a deep breath and then delicately pulled the fabric of her lacey top away from her breasts. She then quickly yanked it over her head and tossed it towards the doorway. Kelly turned around to face Dawn now wearing only her fishnet pantyhose and her black leather boots. 

Kelly reached between her thighs and pulled at the fishnets with her black finger nails. "Dawn...I jushh need thesh," Kelly slurred as she yanked with her formidable arm strength and ripped a hole in the gusset of the pantyhose. That action caused droplets of Kelly's lubrication to flick out and Dawn could feel them land on her legs. The thought of another woman's pussy juice on her nylon covered legs caused disturbing but erotic pictures to form in the young wife's mind. Kelly slowly walked backwards until her hips were directly over Chris' and she could see his cock underneath her. She balanced herself slightly on the arm of couch and bent her upper body forward. The action caused her well defined abs to flex alluringly. She held Dawn's gaze as she guided the cock head to her drenched pussy lips. She was going to have to work quickly. The impending orgasm throbbing in her loins was begging for any trigger. Like a balloon close to popping, Kelly just couldn't take much more. 

Kelly's lips curled into a snarl as Chris' cockhead pushed easily past her moist outer folds. Her lips were already engorged and spread outward like a ripe spring flower. Puffs of ragged breath escaped her mouth as she pushed down on Chris' cock. She desperately tried not to hit her clit. She knew just the briefest touch of warm cock flesh on her sensitive button would bring her off. That's not what she wanted - yet. She had to at least get the cock totally in her cunt. Her still denied orgasm, however, seemed to be raking long fingernail strokes along her brain's pleasure center which was now screaming for release. 

Kelly succeeded in her efforts for control until her pussy progressed past the head of Chris' cock. His cock was thick enough that it was drawing her fleshy pussy lips just a bit tighter around his pole. This tension resulted in Kelly's clit being pushed towards his cock. The sensation of Chris' cock head was already setting off alarms in her supersensitive clit. Kelly tried to focus elsewhere by examining Dawn's face. That was the wrong answer. 

Dawn's soft features and small, pretty mouth were drawn into a face of confusion and yet somehow arousal. Kelly's past sexual experiences suddenly colored her perception. Dawn looked like a pretty, helpless little sub for Kelly to torment with pleasures she ever learned at her preppy sorority. She could take the sweet, innocent Dawn and fuck her mind into oblivion until Dawn would beg for the most obscene pleasures. Kelly's thighs were shaking now. Kelly abandoned all hope of preventing an orgasm now. Hot breath escaped through her clench teeth that briefly blew strands of her black bangs into the air. In slow motion, she curled a finger to pussy. She quickly found her clit with her right hand and allowed her pussy to completely engulf Chris' cock. 

"gaaaaaaaaaaa...uh fuck yeah...ooooo...oooo...eeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Kelly had taken her share of cock and her pussy had been the desert of many a tongue, but the feeling that invaded her body was close to spiritual. As her pussy reached the base of Chris' cock, her clit bumped briefly into the beginning curve of his balls and her finger got off one slippery circle of her engorged button. Kelly's orgasm shot out of her and caused her pussy to clamp down hard on Chris's cock. Somewhere off in the distance, Chris moaned. Inside her black leather boots, Kellys toes curled. The toned muscles around her inner thighs stood out as her entire body strained. With slow delicious movements, she began to move up and down on Chris' cock. The orgasm refused to let go of her body as it seemed to last much longer than normal. Sweat began to coat Kelly's chest as she savored the last seconds of her orgasm. 

Seeing the personal trainer fuck her husband, Dawn wanted to scream at Kelly and castrate her husband. Her brain, however, refused to produce anger. Instead, her lower brain seized command and Dawn took off her blouse enjoying the silky sensation as it fell from her arms. The Lurjuria was still playing havoc with her mind. Now watching Kelly hop up and down on her husband, she wanted to push them out into the hallway and call her lawyer friend Lisa to draw up a divorce. Rather than assaulting them, her hands found her bra and began massaging her nipples over the blue fabric. With shaking hands she unclasped the front of the bra and the cups hung out in front of her chest. She paused to wet both of her index fingers (which felt inexplicably good) and brought them to her nipples. Her wet fingers glided with slick friction over her hardened nipples. Dawn sighed with the feelings pouring from her aroused body. 

"Dawn...Dawn..." Kelly reached out with one hand in a gesture to Dawn. The sound of her name caught Dawn's attention and she took one uneasy step closer to Kelly and Chris' coupling. 

"Kelly I'm shoo mad...I..." 

"Dawn...Dawn..." 

Without thinking, Dawn had moved right in front of Kelly. The disturbed wife's gaze stayed fixed on Kelly as she continued to work her overactive pussy up and down Chris' cock. Several smaller orgasms trailed out of Kelly's body after her initial massive one. Kelly had counted three orgasms so far. Each one held a particularly flavor of pleasure that she would remember for a long time. But now, it was time to up the ante. 

With Dawn's chest close to the level of her head, Kelly leaned forward and drew a long sensuous lick tracing the underside of Dawn's breast with the tip of her tongue until it flicked over her nipple. The explosion of feeling cut off Dawn mid speech. 

"Kelly hesh mine I...Aooooooooooooooooooo FUCK!" 

Kelly's long hair briefly brushed Dawn's body as she looked up at the shivering accountant. 

"I know I fucked him. But I'm going to fuck you too Dawn," Kelly's voice was clear now that the Lujuria was beginning to sweat out of her. She made sure to punctuate the word fuck with hard consonants to resonate in Dawn's head. All the while, Kelly's hips continued to bounce up and down on Chris' cock. 

"oh...I..." 

Before she could respond, Kelly drew her arm around Dawn's thin waist and brought her closer. Without further ado, Kelly began to bathe Dawn's nipples with her tongue. Dawn's body shook with the rare feelings of this young woman enjoying her breasts. Dawn remembered a drunken make out session with a female roommate that was never discussed while sober, but this was very different. 

Dawn rolled her head back drunkenly as she drank in the feelings flooding her mind. Her pussy watered with the attention Kelly gave her nipples. She looked down as Kelly yanked down her skirt exposing for the first time her grey thigh high nylons and black thong. 

"ooo Dawn you naughty gir...aaaaaaaaa ummmm fuck" 

Kelly's pussy was set quivering with another orgasm as Chris' cock flooded her cunt with another thick load of come. The feeling of his spunk flooding her combined with the continued fucking she was enjoying caused warm slippery wetness to seep from her swollen lips coating Chris' balls. 

"Dawn let me make this up to you." 

Kelly closed her eyes briefly as she slid up off of Chris' cock. She briefly kissed Dawn and lowered her to the floor. With a practiced move, she ripped off Kelly's thong and spread her legs open. Dawn's curly bush was exposed to the world. 

"Mmmm I like. Too many girls just shave it all you know?" 

Dawn could only nod as Kelly hovered over her. Kelly smothered Dawn's delicate face with kisses. The kisses became deeper as Dawn allowed Kelly's tongue to part her lips. Tender lips met and slowly withdrew. Dawn's face tilted up to remain joined with Kelly until finally they broke their wet embrace. Dawn's head held still in the air still wanting to taste the personal trainer's lips as she lifted away. 

Kelly proceeded to trace languid circles with her tongue along Dawn's chest. She trailed down to Dawn's erect left nipple and captured it with her mouth. Kelly's mouth pursed around the erect nipple as her tongue flicked at the tip of the bud. Her tongue curved around the bottom semi-circle of the erect nipple and wetly pushed the hardened nubbin into Dawn's breast flesh. Dawn's left leg jerked outward with a sudden twitch causing her left pump to clatter off her delicate foot. Her red tipped toes could be seen through her grey thigh highs as they curved outward heralding a thunderous orgasm that crept up her legs making her entire pelvis tremble. Kelly lifted her mouth up just long enough to tease Dawn. She was getting off on breaking this woman. 




Lawyers in Lust Ch. 02



"See...I knew you'd like this...just try to relax." 

"But...but I'm..." 

"Right now...You're mine." 

Kelly kissed along the sides of Dawn's breasts and locked on to her right nipple with a powerful sucking motion. Kelly opened her mouth wide enough to capture Dawn's entire nipple and more than a little of the surrounding sensitive flesh. In reaction, Dawn squirmed. "Wooooooooo mmmm," Dawn pursed her lips into a tight O as her nipples throbbed. With her lips still latched onto Dawn's nipple, Kelly traced her hands up and down Dawn's torso. Kelly released the nipple with a wet slurp and zigzagged her way down to Dawn's stomach. Dawn's mind whirled when she felt Kelly's finger graze against her protruding clitoris. The silky feeling on her erect and wet clit caused another series of electrical sensations to rush into a confluence of orgasm. 

"OOOOOOOOhhh fuck yeah. Oh but Mmmmm Kel Kel you f-f-fucked him." 

"I know sweetie. I fucked him so good. His hard cock was stuffed inside my cunt. He shot his come inside me twice. Mmmm it felt soooo good. But right now, you're very very wet." 

Kelly pulled her hands under Dawn's ass and began to massage her tight ass cheeks. In doing so, she was subtly opening the young wife's inner lips. Kelly brought her face to Dawn's pubic mound and placed kisses in her curly black hair. Kelly opened her mouth wide and hovered right above Dawn's wet lips. Kelly pursed her lips and blew a jet of hot air right onto Dawn's clitoris. The intense warmth shook another orgasm out of Chris' wife. 

Then, Kelly backed away and brought her mouth to Dawn's exposed left foot. She smothered Dawn's smooth arches with kisses and traced down the nylon covered ankle to nuzzle against Dawn's calf. Moving on down her leg, she reached the lace covered elastic band holding up the thigh highs and lapped back and forth tasting both skin and nylon. The build up and anticipation had Dawn shaking like a leaf again. 

"Watch me honey." 

Dawn obeyed without a word of objection and rose up on her elbows looking down at Kelly's face between her thighs. She watched Kelly slowly extend her tongue and slide down until her tongue was near, but not touching, the area between Dawn's pussy and her ass. With one long, luxurious lick, she gentle separated Dawn's labia and ended up millimeters from her erect clit. Kelly teased her mercilessly gleefully licked every inch of her vulva. But she refused to stimulate Dawn's engorged clit. More than a few times, Dawn reached down to finish the job, but Kelly roughly slapped her hand away. After a few short minutes, Kelly could see the sweat glistening on the Asian's chest. Kelly was no stranger to performing cunnilingus. Normally she would now use her fingers to wrench an orgasm out of her partner. But tonight, she had a different idea. 

Kelly looked back at Chris and saw that his cock was still rock hard. In fact, true to any red-blooded male he was watching the incredible Saphic scene in front of him and stroking his still slick cock. 

"Fantastic drug," Kelly whispered as she roughly grabbed Chris' cock and brought him to his knees before Dawn's spread thighs. Looking at the impressive spire of flesh, she couldn't resist a few last sucks before aligning Chris's hard member in front of Dawn's pussy. Kelly lovingly arranged Dawn's still stocking clad legs on Chris's shoulders. 

Kelly shifted Dawn's hips and tilted her pussy up to meet Chris's cock. But, she would not allow Chris to penetrate her quite yet. Kelly kneeled to the side of their impending coupling and took one last look at Dawn's face before burying her head in Dawn's thick bush. She wrapped her left hand around Chris' ass cheeks and pushed him forward. His cock easily slipped in Dawn's wet slit. Once the head penetrated, Dawn stiffened a bit and Chris had to push a bit to inch his shaft into her. True to her small frame, Dawn had a particularly tight pussy even being as aroused as she was. Kelly began to flick her tongue along Dawn's clit as Chris bottomed out in his wife's tight cunt. 

"oooo oooo ooooo oooo MMMMMMPPPPPH!!!" 

Chris's motions took on a life of their own as his hips began to fuck back and forth into his wife's pussy. He quickly gained speed and Kelly's lapping followed suit. Dawn's orgasm did not come all at once. It seemed to pour over her body like warm water cascading down from a Grecian urn. Dawn crossed her ankles behind her husband's neck as he continued to pump into her. Kelly latched on to the accountant's clit and trilled the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue drawing post-modern portraits of lust on Dawn's pussy. 

Dawn responded with unprecedented volume. "OOOO FUCK ME YOU MOTHER FUCKERS OH FUCKING SUCK MY CLIT AND POUND ME" Dawn's orgasm seemed to curve upward at the end driven into the stratosphere by Kelly's assault. With a high pitched bark, her body exploded with breathtaking pleasure as she pointed her toes and a manic grin gripped her mouth. Kelly slowed but did not cease her licking and drew a slick finger in between Chris' ass cheeks. She roughly pushed her finger into Chris' ass which caused him to shake. Kelly quickly withdrew Chris' cock from Dawn's pussy and began to massage his prostate. She wrapped her other hand around his cock and yanked roughly. Then, she pointed his jerking shaft at Dawn's pussy. Chris let loose a low moan as he ejaculated yet again. The resulting warm jets of come landed thickly in Dawn's black bush. Dawn drew a weary hand down to her bush and collected some of Chris' come. She paused and looked into Kelly's eyes before gently bringing her finger to Kelly's lips. 

*** 

Kelly swallowed hard. "That went on all night. I was so dehydrated in the morning I drank an entire thing of PowerAid." 

Michelle was sitting with one knee supporting her hanging lower jaw. Her soaked shaved pussy could be clearly seen by Kelly. "Fuck," she whispered. 

PART FIVE 

Back in her apartment, Brooke laid on her bed with her hair still wet and the rabbit vibrator in her hand. The empty box sat discarded on her kitchen floor. It took a bit to find batteries that still worked, but the flashlight from her "emergency pack" was sacrificed. Hopefully, there would be no terrorist attacks while her libido was still up. 

Brooke found that the vibrating rabbit ears made a delicious appetizer of pleasure. She held the vibrator upside down just teasing her clit with the rabbit ears. At first she let the ears dance along her clitoral hood. The act produced a faint almost tickling buzzing sensation in her clit. She felt very aware of the fact that she could feel the pleasure all the way down to her toes and that her nipples felt tight. This experience felt different from her wild pleasures last night. The session seemed earthy - more real. Almost on accident, Brooke drew back her clitoral hood and allowed the vibrating ears to sit close to - but not touch her exposed clit. The increased electricity caused Brooke to plant both of her feet flatly on her bed with her knees up in the air. 

Brooke could sense the wetness growing in her pussy. She found it shocking that her body wasn't raw from the sexual pounding it had taken over the last 12 hours. She slowly turned the rabbit upside down until the head of the shaft rest against her pussy lips. With a sharp intake of air, she pushed the shaft inside. 

"Mmmmmmmm" 

Brooke touched a button that started the shaft turning back and forth as the rabbit ears nestled themselves against her clit. "Oh my," sighed Brooke as her toes curled and grabbed her bedsheet in lust. 

Out of the lazy silence, the sharp tone of Brooke's cell phone echoed against her bedroom wall. Out of instinct, Brooke reached out with her right hand, grabbed her cell phone from her nightstand, and flipped open the phone. 

"Uhnn (cough) Hello?" 

"Good morning Brooke, it's Harrison." 

Harrison Cuyler sat at the top of the litigation subgroup where both Mark and Brooke worked. Harrison stood a lanky 6'5" with salt and pepper hair and a fairly menacing attitude. Many people held fast to poor stereotypes about lawyers. Harrison proved most of them correct. He was self-centered, pompous, sexist, and could be down right mean. At 42, he was also incredibly rich and held a great deal of power in the city of Chicago. 

Harrison's blonde trophy wife, Lacey, had left for a ridiculous weekend of shopping in New York City. He started the morning feeling bored and decided to assign Brooke to a new case he was working up with Mark. Harrison made the call from his bed still reclining in his Cary Grant style linen pajamas. 

While Harrison described the intricacies of the new case, Brooke could not believe she actually answered her cell phone. Her body was flickering between panic and arousal as the rabbit vibrator continued to hum away in her pink folds. She doubted that Harrison could hear the vibrator, but even at her best she was somewhat terrified of the man. She scrambled to pull out the vibrator, but she found it to be too difficult in her current state. 

"Brooke what do you think?" 

"Hummm...I (huff) well Harrison I-I-I think Mark and I can um handle it." 

Brooke's mind flashed to Mark's hard body as she continued to attempt to wrestle the vibrator out of her pussy. Unfortunately, her slippery, shaking hands could not get a firm grasp on the buzzing sex toy. 

"Are you ok Brooke? You sound out of breath." 

"Haaaaa...W-w-well I just came (huff huff) back from a run." 

"Ooooooooook. Well, let me continue for a moment." 

Brooke's wriggling succeeded in flipping the throbbing rabbit ears away from her clit, but the entire vibrator inverted while still in her slick pussy. The rabbit ears now stretched across and rubbed her asshole. She had never been pleasured in the ass, but the tickling sensations of the rabbit on her pink rosebud felt delightful. That combined with trying to hide her building orgasm from her listening boss enflamed her libido. 

"ooooO!! Um. Harrison...I-I-I need to go ok? I'll mmmm I'll see you um and uhhh Mark on Monday...oh oh ok?" 

Harrison took a long pause before answering. During this pause, Brooke bit her lip in a grand effort to keep quiet. 

"Alright Brooke. I e-mailed a PDF of the complaint. Read it and be read to talk at 8:30 am on Monday." 

"oooh OK Harrison. Goodbye," sighed Brooke in a far more sensual voice than she normally had. She clicked closed her cellphone and tossed it off her bed. She reached down with her right hand and circled her clit as the vibrator continued to work its magic. The shaft buried itself up to the hilt in her pussy and the ears poked just barely inside her ass. 

"oooooo going to come...ooof." 

Brooke jerked her hips as she rode through one more orgasm before truly beginning her Saturday. 

Back in his own bed Harrison hung up the phone and stared at the wall. He always had enjoyed taking long looks at Brooke at the office. Her choice of suits never failed to draw attention to a lovely dancer like figure. Her attitude, however, had always seemed cold. Harrison, for his part, needed a woman who was very sexual and a bit twisted. Her conservative outer shell immediately made Brooke somewhat unattractive to him. But now hearing her voice this morning, he was almost certain he had caught her in a sexual moment. Perhaps with a young suitor? Or maybe with just herself. Either way, it turned him on. 

He grabbed a bottle of lotion from his nightstand and drew his cock out of his pajama pants. He slowly lubed up his cock. Harrison's cock steadily grew to an enormous length and challenging thickness. Yet another unfair example of Harrison's magnificent luck showed itself as his near 10 inch cock glistened in his hand. 

"I think this project may have legs," he thought as he stroked himself to a creamy early morning orgasm.



Lawyers in Lust Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3

PART ONE

Lacey Cuyler lay stretched out on a massage table in her New York City hotel room. To call it a room, however, simply insulted the decadence of the space her body currently inhabited. The "room" was actually the Penthouse apartment atop the Hudson Hotel in Manhattan. The Penthouse apartment struck a tasteful balance of modern creature comforts with elements of romantic classical design. The area that Lacey was currently relaxing in consisted of an all-glass, ivy-covered solarium stretching twenty feet high. Inside the enclosure sat custom furniture and a rather enormous Murano glass chandelier. 

How much did it all cost? Lacey didn't even remember the nightly rate. In all likelihood, she never asked. She knew, though, that her name and credit card – co-signed by her husband Harrison – pretty much covered everything a woman could desire. For all the beauty in the apartment, however, most men and a rather impressive array of women would likely agree that Lacey was the most attractive accoutrement in the room.

Lacey hailed from a modest middle class home in North Carolina. Everybody knew early on that she would be one of the people in the world blessed with captivating beauty. When she went off to college at eighteen she stood at 5'7" with thick, wavy golden hair. She had dazzlingly large, cornflower blue eyes that never seemed to move far from the mellow state they tended to be in – beauty really can relax one. Her breasts were a natural, large C-cup with broad nipples that would harden into long nozzles that could draw stares even through substantial bras. Her legs almost seemed too thin for her body as they drew up to a round and juicy ass. The combined effect of these physical attributes was a southern doll with natural glowing beauty. Lacey knew how to use her attributes.

From the time she was sixteen, Lacey could bend men and women to her will with a mere laugh or a smile. Soon, she learned that slightly more complicated physical endeavors would reward her with even more riches. While she had cultivated a sense of style and taste from an absurdly young age, she never did fancy herself a worker. She'd rather glance at catalogs and research the "good life" then work algebra problems or read the classics. Beautiful face and sumptuous body aside, her dalliances and mental flights of fancy led to poor grades. When she was a senior, her high school counselor sought her out to explain the situation. 

At first, his tone was serious as he explained the dire consequences of her poor grades. No college would accept her. She didn't seem worried though, and she continued to meet with Mr. Tabbit twice a week. Though a dedicated school official, the strain was hard on the 40 year-old guidance counselor. His once lovely wife had succumbed to the atrocities of middle age sloth and was a shell of her old self. Even worse, she no longer had any interest in sex. Normally, this situation was acceptable, and he could distract himself with work or hobbies. But Lacey, well, Lacey allowed him to see a gorgeous young ingénue on a frequent basis.

His desires eventually broke him. They started meeting in early September and by mid-October, he made his move. Once the counselor concluded that she was beyond the age of consent, they struck a deal where Lacey would show him a bare body part in exchange for certain grades. 

When he broached the idea to her, he thought for sure she would run to the police. He mentioned it as a joke at first. "It's not like I could change your grades if you flashed your legs you know?" he had joked. She wasn't that stupid. She caught hold of his hint and eventually agreed to show him pretty much every inch of her beautiful body. She started with her legs. Then her bare arms. Then her lightly muscled back. Then her panty covered behind. Her breasts. Her golden furred mound. Finally, she would come to him and spend the entire meeting in the nude.

The deal worked swimmingly. The counselor was rewarded with perhaps the most stunning view in the Southern United States, and Lacey popped herself into UNC with an impressive scholarship. He never even tried to touch her. She thought that was incredibly sweet and upon graduation left him with a quick kiss, a handful of self photos with her face blacked out, and a few pieces of her favorite lingerie. Years later he still had them.

Lacey's machinations at UNC eventually lead her to Harrison Cuyler. She was a tableau of co-education beauty when Harrison had been dispatched to the university looking for law school grads. As a hiring partner of the law firm of S&G, he always enjoyed these university visits. Standing 6'5" with salt and pepper hair, he kept himself in shape and liked showing off to the young co-eds. He always joked to himself that if these girls dutifully read their Glamour and Cosmo they'd know that they needed to have at least one "older business man" fling. After 3 years of trips and a goodly amount of sex, the magazines had clearly been right. On one of these recruiting visits, he found himself at UNC.

Well, in actuality, he had been dispatched to Duke University, but found UNC to be more fitting to his libidinal tastes. He'd gladly hire from Duke, but on his off hours he would linger on the UNC campus. As a good looking professional, he felt that he could work his magic on any number of willing, naïve co-eds. He hadn't counted on Lacey and his world flipped the moment he saw her. He was walking to the student union and saw her in a Hefner-esque display of what college should be. She had on a white sun dress with cute white sandals and her golden hair pulled back in a bright blue hair clip. He almost drooled.

For her part, Lacey could smell the money on success on Harrison, and it didn't take long for her to finish her senior year and move to Chicago. At first, she went to fill a job that Harrison had created just for her. Lacey and work, however, never lasted long. She quickly became engaged and stepped into a new life. By all accounts, the wedding was spectacular.

Clearly, Harrison had found his belle and Lacey had found a healthy meal ticket. Sex between the two was a bit odd though. To Harrison, monogamy was not something to be practiced. Frankly, he didn't care if Lacey practiced it either. Still, she seemed fairly immune to the swoon he induced in most women.

For most women, discovering that your fiancée to be has enormous cock would be a mouthwatering, thigh-clenching bit of wonderfulness. And surely, Lacey did try to play along. While she had withheld sex for as long as possible with Harrison, she finally consented when she first moved to Chicago. It hadn't bothered Harrison. He kept his stable of women around to keep his powder dry. Lacey was different. She was the trophy. She was the proof and the receipt that he had made it. Sex would come, and frankly the tension was to his liking. 

Their sex life, however, was far from grand. Lacey never truly enjoyed it, and Harrison only enjoyed the actual act of looking upon Lacey. He was unsure she had even climaxed with him. Her mewing cries of passions rung fake to Harrison.

Lacey was surprisingly not drawn to Harrison's enormous package. It was only his money that truly got her wet. More to the point, Lacey had a secret. As lovely as Harrison's cock was, she had discovered in her sophomore year that she was a lesbian. She wouldn't embrace her sexuality – it would have been too costly – but she certainly would not deny it. Well, she wouldn't deny it in private...

Currently in New York, however, her masseuse was working Lacey's shoulders with massage oil. 

"That's faaaantastic Alexa," crooned Lacey in a slight southern drawl.

Alexa worked in an upscale Manhattan spy. She stood about 5'5", and had dirty blonde hair that was cut in a short, messy style. She wore black cat-eye glasses and had brown eyes. Her skin was well cared for and held a glow despite her naturally pale color. She wore a white smock with her name emblazoned across her right breast. 

"Full treatment today ma'am?" asked Alexa.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," responded Lacey as she turned her head to the left and rested on the massage table.

Alexa worked her way down Lacey's flawless back. She kneeded through any tense muscles she found. Once she got to her waist, she lightly drew her fingernails down Lacey's back – running from her shoulders down to her butt.

"Mmmmm," shivered Lacey in response.

Alexa started to work the muscles in Lacey's ass. She worked the gluts and strayed downward to Lacey's upper thighs. With subtle movements, she drew Lacey's firm ass cheeks apart.

Alexa removed her glasses and lowered her lips to Lacey's rump. Slight kisses followed along her milky globes until she reached Lacey's rear rosebud. Despite Alexa's obvious skill at massage, the true reason that Lacey always sought her out – and in fact, frequently flew her to Chicago – was due to a lovely surprise in Alexa's mouth. She was blessed with an extraordinarily long tongue. It seemed to have a mind of its own – separate from the normally shy masseuse to whom it was attached. That noteworthy tongue began to flicker in between Lacey's taut ass cheeks. It circled and circled until Alexa's kitten-like licks totally surrounded Lacey's asshole. 

"Aaaaaaaw...mmmmmmm...ooooo!" Lacey squealed with delight as Alexa's tongue playfully stabbed forward into her round butt.

Alexa moved Lacey's rump into the air and brought her up to her knees. With loving strokes, Alexa pried apart Lacey's nether lips and began to run her tongue up and down her folds in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Uuuuhnn, that's it," moaned Lacey as she reached to cup her own breasts and tweak her nipples.

The scene was worthy of an erotic photo session. Lacey's smooth pussy lips were being licked by a long luscious tongue. The back and forth swipes of Alexa's tongue were being supplemented by a sloppy side to side motion that seemed to attack every inch of Lacey's lips and clit. Her oral dance drew on for only ten minutes before Lacey's delicate toes curled.

"oooooo uh uh uh yes uh uh mmmmmmmmm," offered Lacey as orgasm began to take her.

Alexa read Lacey's signs and fully extended her tongue. She used the flexible tip to tap and wetly caress Lacey's stiff and sensitive clit.

Lacey shuddered through her first orgasm, but Alexa's ministrations did not end. Instead, she softly drew circles with her nails up Lacey's thighs. Without removing her tongue from Lacey's clit, she softly sunk a finger into Lacey's warm pussy. Another orgasm thundered through Lacey's body.

"Do...do...not stop...I'm feeling spectacular today," ordered Lacey.

Alexa smiled to herself as her tongue continued to dance. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together and felt warm, wetness deep inside her. She had no desire to stop.

PART TWO

Mark Sumner sat in the guest chair on the right side of Harrison Cuyler's corner office at the law offices of S&G. His dark hair was cut short and slicked back. He wore a navy pinstripe suit with a subdued maroon tie. Even though it was a comfortable 71 degrees Fahrenheit in Harrison's office, Mark kept his jacket on whenever he came to see Harrison.

Brooke Strauss sat to Mark's immediate left. Unbeknownst to the two men in the office, Brooke had experienced quite an interesting weekend. Her assistant Michelle had exposed her to a unique drug of unknown origin. Michelle knew it as Lujuria, but Brooke knew it only as the foreign substance that Michelle had placed in her evening tea. The substance had driven Brooke to crashing sexual heights and had suddenly awakened her libido. She crossed her long bare legs. She wore a dark skirt suit with white shell underneath. Her tanned legs ended in shiny, black three inch pumps. She flexed her calves as she struggled to listen to Harrison.

Harrison was quickly running through the details of the new case on which he had staffed Mark and Brooke. The "Martin" case involved a series of alleged frauds committed against Martin and Associates – a relatively new P.R. firm. They stemmed from Martin and Associates' dealings with a local analytics firm. It had the potential of bringing in seven figures in fees. It was by no means the largest matter for the firm, but Harrison planned to allow Mark and Brooke to largely manage the case on their own. He would only be supervising.

In addition to briefing Mark and Brooke, Harrison was also memorizing the luscious lines of Brooke's tanned legs. His early Saturday morning phone call with Brooke had not left his memory. After hearing her racing breath, his mind had conjured up images of Brooke straining towards sexual release rather then recovering from a run as she had explained. Little did he know he was correct.

For her own part, Brooke was also distracted. She quickly took notes as Harrison divided up the work load for the new case, but she was also dying to wring Michelle's neck. Michelle had knowingly endangered her by "spiking" her tea. Her anger, however, was diluted by an odd thankfulness. Michelle's drug had allowed Brooke to have the best weekend she'd had in years. She didn't even have to leave her condo. While she was normally even and calm, her emotional confusion was affecting her cool. Harrison took note of the cute flush across her cheeks and chest.

"Ok," Harrison barked as he clapped his hands together. "We're set here, yes? I want you guys to meet this afternoon and plan to go over to Martin and look through their computer databases. If we can find the back up, these guys are nailed. But I want to see the proof before we file the complaint. No fucking around. Talk to me later this week with your conclusions and a draft complaint."

Mark nodded quickly to Brooke and darted out of the office. Brooke told him that she'd meet him at three in the library, and she made her way to her office.

Harrison leaned back in his chair and looked around his office. His corner office looked out on the Chicago River. While he could see out, nobody could penetrate the silvery covering that encased the entire building. Unlike many of the offices at the firm, Harrison had no windows to the inner office. It was clearly his universe.

His office was modern and sterile. The only thing that came close to being natural was the black granite desk that sat in the middle of the room. It took a team of movers to get the mammoth thing into his office, but he didn't care. The décor of the office was mostly black and tan in color and the smooth dark finish of the desk fit perfectly. The ends of the desk had an unfinished rock surface to it. The top was carved out of one piece of granite and the rest of the desk was built to fit underneath it. He sat in a sleek black Aeron chair. His guest chairs were black leather. The carpet was deep beige. The entire office looked cool and clean...and powerful. 

PART THREE

"Come on in Teresa," said Harrison as he rested his Cole Haan shod feet on his desk.

Teresa, Harrison's personal assistant, entered quietly with her head tilted slightly towards the floor and closed the door behind her. Teresa stood only about 5'1" in her stocking feet, but she was currently wearing three inch heels as Harrison had previously dictated. He had found her in the firm's secretarial floater pool after he had loudly dismissed his previous secretary. When he first saw her he had only known about her strong reputation for organization and quiet demeanor. A brief amount of research revealed that she was a fairly devout Catholic girl from a large Mexican-American family on the South Side. She was only twenty years old, but she had been working at the firm for three years now. Harrison took her on as his assistant for a trial basis. After one month, he was thrilled. She was competent, quick, and thorough. She was also incredibly shy, but she held up well against Harrison's occasional screaming fits.

Their work relationship was actually pretty close to normal until the Andamo matter. Andamo was a rather annoying businessman who demanded that Harrison handle all of his legal needs big and small. The matter in question involved the closing of Mr. Andamo's house in Suburban Chicago. Like any other case, whenever Teresa worked overtime she was required to bill to the specific case. Harrison knowing the importance of Andamo's work, personal preformed all of the billing reviews. He located the mistake and reviewed it once, twice, and again until he knew the conclusion. Teresa was padding her overtime.

When confronted with the claim, Teresa collapsed like a house of cards. She needed her job badly and quickly disintegrated into tears while in Harrison's office. Something caught him that evening. He knew that he would likely have to fire Teresa. Unless...

Currently, Teresa was sitting primly in Harrison's guest chair reviewing the rest of his week. When she got to the end of the week, she paused expectantly waiting for further instructions.

"That's fine Teresa," Harrison said. "Ok, present for me."

Without pausing for a second, Teresa walked in front of Harrison's desk. She lowered her large, brown eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her cream colored blouse. Her russet skin slowly came more and more into view. With slightly shaky hands she moved to the clasp at the front of her pink lace bra. She quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the silky cups away from her breasts. She drew her hands underneath her breasts and lifted them up towards Harrison. Her breasts were a natural 32C. They seemed quite large on her small frame and gave her a rather earthy appearance at times. Her nipples were relatively small – the size of half dollars – and dark brown. They only would become erect upon physical touch. They were not her pleasure center...she had other gifts to ignite her. She kept her eyes locked on his desk and refused to look at him.

Her face was soulful with full pink lips that she never painted deeper than a light blush. Her eyes were large and set off by full eyebrows that she constantly tended to and a broad roman nose. She was a classically beautiful Latina with a small tight frame.

"Very nice. Nipples are not hard yet. That's good. Alright, continue please," remarked Harrison as if he was reading a menu. He casually unzipped his fly and removed his enormous cock. He reached over to his desk and touched a button that silently locked the door to his office.

She stood there with her blouse and bra open. Harrison did not prefer complete nudity. He rather the clothes of a woman remain on but exposed a woman's salient parts. As their ritual required, Teresa had begun to pull up the hem of her grey pinstripe skirt. When she saw his cock, her eyes locked on it and her hands froze. Even when it was merely semi-hard, Harrison's cock seemed massive. She instinctively bit her lower lip.

"Teresa, continue," commanded Harrison sternly as his hands slowly wrapped around his lengthening member.

Teresa continued to raise the hem of her skirt until the tops of her misty grey thigh highs were displayed to Harrison. Her naturally copper skin tone made the hosiery look darker than it would on most women. The tops of the thigh highs were trimmed with rather utilitarian looking bands of fabric.

"I thought I requested lace," stated Harrison.

"I...I know," answered Teresa quietly, "but the-the-they didn't have it for this color."

"We'll discuss that later. Alright, continue and turn."

Teresa slow rotated so that her rear was now facing Harrison. Once positioned, she drew the hem of her skirt all the way to her waist exposing the pair of lacey pink v-string panties she wore. They were very low cut in front and in back they exposed one of Teresa's most luscious assets. Her ass.

Teresa's ass was both full and muscular. Her heritage was clearly evident but any viewer would also see the results of her tireless runs along Lake Michigan. She had started running as a young teen to literally escape the constraints of her poor home life. The results were a thoroughly sculpted ass that performed wonders to skirts, jeans, and looked stunning as it was now – presented with merely a pink bit of fabric separating two glorious hemispheres.




Lawyers in Lust Ch. 03



She instinctively shook her mane of hair as she stood before Harrison. Her hair was incredibly thick and wavy and typically drawn into a clip to keep it under control. It was dark brown with streaks of highlighted light brown here and there. A few thick strands had already freed themselves from the clip and were framing the front of her face. She breathed in deeply and remained focused on the windowless wall of Harrison's office.

Harrison continued to stroke his cock as he memorized the smooth curves of Teresa's ass. He remembered checking her over-billing. How he had eventually convinced her that he would be doing her a favor if she would agree to flash him in exchange for not firing her. How those flashing sessions turned to full nudity, and how he eventually awoken and owned her sexuality.

Prior to Harrison, Teresa had only been with two other men. Both were rough and inexperienced lovers. Though she had cared for both, she had always viewed pre-marital sex as a sin. Consequently, it killed much of the pleasure. Harrison, however, forced sexual pleasure into her soul. She no longer had a choice. It was his deal with her, his skill, and his cock. She swallowed loudly when she thought of his cock. She never knew sex like this existed. He always would unleash the animal in the shy young woman. Not by her choice, but by his relentless efforts.

"Alright. Stand against my desk," commanded Harrison as he stood from his chair. Teresa moved awkwardly in front of him and bent lightly over his desk.

"Teresa, I need you to prepare me and yourself first. Come on," he snapped in a gruff voice.

Teresa quickly turned to face Harrison who had allowed his suit pants to fall around his ankles. How could she forget? She loved this part. She opened his lower desk drawer and pulled out a large jar of Vaseline. With practiced ease, she took large gobs of the lubricant and applied it lovingly to Harrison's thick, hard cock. She was careful to keep the jelly away from his clothing. That was a mistake she would not make again. With her warm strokes she continued until his entire ten inch length was greased. She pulled back and forth with slow, full strokes. He smiled knowing that her eyes were locked on his throbbing cock and not looking at the pleasure on his face. "Ok," he announced, "next."

Teresa's heels clicked as she turned around again to point her ass at Harrison. With one move she yanked down her panties until they fell to her ankles. She swiftly lifted her right foot up and stepped out of them. She then stretched forward across the black granite desk – presenting her ass and by now wet pussy to Harrison.

He moved slowly behind her. It seemed to her like it took a half hour for him to finally close the distance. She always kept her eyes closed during this time. It kept the control firmly in his grasp. She knew desiring this pleasure was a sin, but this horrible – no – this wonderful – man was going to give her a gift she could not refuse.

Harrison's bulbous, apple-shaped cockhead pressed against Teresa's wet pussy lips. She involuntarily gasped as his cock touched her opening.

"Teresa, what did I tell you about noise? Alright, I want you to remind me of my courtcalls for this week again." It was his trick to keep her voice from dissolving into a shrill scream of passion. It also allowed him to see her transformation.

"Y-y-y-y-yes sir. On Tuesday...you... on Tuesday you're in front of Judge C...oooo mmmph."

With a surprising amount of force, Harrison pushed his entire cockhead into Teresa's pussy. As happened every time, he had to steady himself. This was her other gift. Even for a slight girl, Teresa's pussy was extremely tight. If it could be said that a pussy was muscular, this was Teresa's pussy. It could be coaxed to accommodate all of Harrison's girth but it took time – and a goodly amount of Vaseline of course. Once in, however, her pussy could do things to him that he had never known. And for her...for her the experience was beyond words.

What Harrison had guessed at – and Teresa had no idea about – was that she clearly had an incredibly sensitive vagina. It rivaled if not topped her clitoris for sexual pleasure. And his enormous girth performed magic on her.

"You you you have a hearing on Tuesday...oooo my," Teresa tried to continue. She leaned forward and her naked nipples brushed against a set of pleadings on Harrison's desk. They immediately hardened into small, hard bullets.

Harrison controlled his voice to keep it as calm and as devoid of lust as he could manage, "Continue please, I'm waiting."

"Yes. Judge Manning on Tuesday at 9am," Teresa fought through the feelings as Harrison stopped his advance.

"On Wednesday at 10am youuoooooooooooooououo," Teresa lost control again as Harrison sunk about four inches into Teresa's pussy.

He could already feel her pussy wetly clinging to his cock. It seemingly begged his cock to remain buried in her. He refused and began to fuck her slowly with the first four inches of his cock. Whenever he withdrew his cock, he could hear a wet sucking noise as he pussy tried without success to hold him within her.

"On on Tuesday..on Wednesday rather at 10am you are before Judge Patton," Teresa got the words out, but her pitch and tone fluctuated up and down as she tried to contain herself.

"On Thur...on Thursday you gggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmph!" Teresa's pink colored finger nails dug into the papers on Harrison's desk as he plunged about 7 inches of his cock into her pussy. Again he began to slowly saw his cock in and out of her tight pussy. She always generated copious amounts of girl come, but her pussy remained snug around his cock.

They fucked like that for about 5 minutes. Little more than half of the length of this cock fucking his secretary. When they first tried this, she didn't think she could take anymore. In fact, she always thought she had all of him in her when he took her like this. He would always slyly hold back a few inches to completely blow her mind.

"Continue please," Harrison dictated succeeding only partially to keep his voice steady.

"On Thursday you have a pre-trial meeting in Room 2305," she whispered this in a low, raspy voice. He could tell she was boiling over. His cock had already begun the delicious task of building her orgasm.

"Hmm, you know I think I still have more work for you back here," Harrison grinned to himself as he took note of the three inches of cock that still had not been engaged in Teresa's tight cunt.

"Dios Mio," she quivered to herself.

Harrison grasped his hands around her firm, full ass and prepared to fully fuck her into submission. "Go ahead," he rasped to her.

She stuttered briefly before saying the words that always heralded her complete decent. "On on on Friday..."

On Friday she gets fucked delirious thought Harrison as he slid the remaining length of his cock into her pussy. When his cock was finally buried to the hilt, he stood ramrod straight and flexed. His entire cock jerked upward in her pussy causing incredible sensations to pour through her small body.

Teresa's lips parted sensually but only a soft gasp escaped. Her eyes rolled upwards and her lids drew closed as the pleasure overtook her. Harrison then began the final steps of their weekly – sometimes twice a week – dance. He began to fuck her fully. Withdrawing as much of his length as possible before burying it back into her tight, wet folds. Her pussy constantly made wet, smacking noises. This deliciously slow sexual dance lasted another ten minutes until Teresa's body began to finally take hold in orgasm.

Harrison's cock felt like it was plowing through tight, slick rings of resistance. The Vaseline made it possibly to move with constant momentum, but Teresa's cunt gripped him tightly and fought him every inch of the ride.

Her heels began to dance on the floor of his office as his pounding ceaselessly drove into her. Her entire body started to quiver and tremble causing her ass to move in erotic circles around Harrison's cock. This is what always brought him off. The idea that he had her at the edge. That she had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure. She always tried to fight it. Somehow he knew that. Each time she tried to get him to come first and not allow herself the orgasm. Each time she failed.

He had learned her keys without fail. He shifted his hips and bent his knees so that his thrusts were now thickly stimulating her hard and buzzing clit. That combination of feelings started her ass quivering and she dug into the desk. With that, she turned.

"Ugh fuck me so fucking hard...oh fuck that fucking cock into my wet cunt...yessssssss," Teresa hissed in a barely audible whisper as her inhibitions bled away as a direct result of Harrison's magnificent thrusting.

"Is...that...for Friday...Teresa?" asked Harrison in a voice he could barely get out.

"Shut up and fucking make me come all over your fucking cock."

"That's it...lose it...lose it," whispered Harrison as he sunk his entire length into her pussy and flexed upward pushing his cock as deep as it would go. He tensed his hips and came close to picking her up off the floor with his cock. She arched her back and her jiggling ass vibrated with intensity. For the first time in this session of sex, she pushed back at him with her pelvis.

"Shoot your jizz in my cunt...do it now...holy fuck I'm going to come...oh...push...NOW!" Teresa spoke in an almost angry voice that pled for sexual release.

Teresa's pussy collapsed into orgasm hugging Harrison's pole. Her contractions felt like a rippling series of wet squeezes along his entire cock. Her right foot jumped out of her high heel and her silky toes stroked against his thigh. The soft nylon and the sight of Teresa's hair whipping back and forth closed the deal for him. Harrison's cock twitched powerfully and launched a thick load of semen deep into Teresa's waiting cervix. After the initial shot his cock continued with a staccato arsenal of come until he could release no more.

Teresa felt nothing but pleasure echo back and forth across her body. Every muscle seemed to tense and release.

Teresa's labored breathing was the only sound in Harrison's office as he stood patiently with his cock buried in his dutiful assistant. She remained silent as her breathing returned to normal and silence engulfed the office.

"Now...what was set for Friday?" asked Harrison.

"(gasp) que?" responded a dazed and sexually satisfied Teresa.

"I SAID what was set for Friday," repeated an annoyed Harrison.

"Oh...yes...yes...on Friday you have a status hearing at 10:00 in...in front of Judge Stella."

Harrison slowly drew his spent cock out of Teresa's wet, dripping hole. She responded with a sigh. Their combined wetness began to drip out of her.

Harrison backed himself into his office chair and took a warm, wet towel from the barber shop style heater he had installed in his office. He calmly unwrapped the towel and set to work removing the come and lubrication from his softening but still impressive cock.

Teresa quickly retrieved her pink panties and pulled them up to prevent the evidence of their love making from running down her leg. Her brown eyes were cast downward as she quickly dressed and gathered her things.

"Good work Teresa," commented Harrison as he calmly folded his wilting cock back into his trousers. "It's always good to know you can depend on somebody's sense of organization."

PART FOUR

Michelle sat in deep thought as she tapped the eraser end of her pencil against her lips. She watched with narrowing eyes as Teresa made her way out of Harrison's office and rushed to the ladies room. Teresa's russet cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and she walked with an uneasy gait. "She has to be fucking him," she said to herself. 

Michelle was already in an aroused taste. After hanging out with Kelly on Saturday, she had all but begged the personal trainer to join her at her apartment for some relieve. Kelly's stories about her time on Lujuria had turned her pussy into a flowing faucet. But, due to Kelly's training schedule, she was forced to decline any invitation of sex

Michelle could have masturbated late Saturday or even on Sunday. It wasn't what she really wanted though. It was not just an orgasm she sought, it as the tactile file and connection of another person. Both of them soaring towards climax. She still wondered if and when Brooke was going to mention the Lujuria. Brooke had been in a meeting with Harrison since before Michelle arrived at work. Afterwards, she had run down to the docket department to check in on her new matter. Michelle hadn't seen but a blur of Brooke since she arrived.

Michelle leaned back in her chair. She was wearing an emerald green suit that ended about an inch and a half above her knee. She wasn't wearing any hose and her creamy legs ended in rather flirty black high heeled sandals. Her pink pedicure could be seen by all. Her cream colored blouse completed the ensemble. Central on her mind, however, was that her pussy was hungry.

"Michelle," sounded Brooke from behind Michelle, "we need to talk in my office...NOW."

Michelle twirled around in her seat and starred right into an angry looking Brooke.

"Oh...oh ok," answered Michelle in an uncharacteristically soft voice as she drew herself out of her seat and followed Brooke.

Brooke strode into her office and closed the door after Michelle entered.

Before Brooke could even speak, Michelle interrupted her.

"I have a plan."