****** The Lawyer ****** Provided By: BDSM_Library www.bdsmlibrary.com Synopsis: Reversing the usual case, where the lawyer fucks the defendant, in this story the lady lawyer gets screwed, many times. The Lawyer It was Friday afternoon, and Mike was working on some cost estimates when he looked up from his office desk in the corner of the barn where he stored construction materials and equipment.  The clothes were like a man's, dark pinstripe jacket with shoulder pads and lapels, trousers, white shirt and striped tie.  The contents were distinctly female, wide hips, crimson lipstick, a delicately boned face with shortish, wavy black hair, black pumps with inch-high heels.  He guessed she was in her thirties, probably twenty pounds heavier than she had been in high school but still slender and fit for her age.  She wore no rings.  "I'm Cera Carlin," she said, "your wife's divorce lawyer." He stood, and noted she was almost as tall as he was.  "Please take a seat.  I'll be with you in a moment." "Mr. Cowley, I charge by the hour, and you are going to end up paying my bills.  Perhaps you should speak to me now." "Speak." "I'm here to go over your books for the last three years, prior to the formal discovery process to establish the worth of your assets." Mike pressed a button to summon Brenda-Sue, his secretary and book keeper.  "I've agreed to alimony and child support, even for the one which isn't mine. What does she care about Cowley Construction Company?" "Mr. Cowley, last year you were offered nearly 4 million dollars for your company by Prestige Development, and you laughed them off.  You must value your company at more than 4 million.  This is a community property state, so your wife is entitled to half of the marital assets.  You will owe her at least 2 million dollars, maybe more, depending on what I find in your financial records." "I don't have that sort of money." "The court will order the business sold, and half the proceeds will go to your wife." "That's stupid.  If you destroy the business I've spent fifteen years building, I won't have an income, so how can I pay alimony and child support?  What about my 47 workers?  They'll be out of work, and since they are non-union, Prestige won't hire them. They just want me gone, to eliminate competition." "That's not my concern, Mr. Cowley." "Maybe it should be," said Brenda-Sue, who had moved up behind Cera Carlin.  "You know the difference between a rooster and a lawyer?  The rooster clucks defiance!  You want to screw my boss and the rest of us who work here.  You know what my motto is?  Do unto others as they would do unto you, and do it to them first."  Brenda-Sue was half Black and half Hispanic, and she weighted about 260 pounds.  She grabbed the lawyer's arms from behind in a vice-like grip and easily lifted her a few inches off the floor. "Good idea, Brenda-Sue."  Mike stepped up to the frightened lawyer and calmly removed her tie.  Then he unbuttoned  the collar and the rest of the buttons down the front of the shirt.  With a yank, he peeled the shirt back to expose Cera's expensive bra. Another yank left the bra up around Cera's neck. Her breasts hung free, not bad but not the perky tits of a teen-age chick nor the firm melons of an augmented bust.  "I think law schools exist to provide conscience-ectomies.  How else can you explain this bitch's disregard for other people?  She needs a lesson in humility." "I'm only representing my client the best I can," protested Cera, who could not believe this man had the audacity to bare her breasts like that. "Do unto others," said Brenda-Sue.  She put Cera back on her feet but twisted her arm around behind her and walked the slender lawyer across the dirty floor to a work bench upon which was mounted a huge wooden vice.  It was holding a door to be planed, but Mike saw what Brenda-Sue had in mind, and he cranked open the jaws of the vice and removed the door.  Brenda-Sue lifted the twisted arm until Cera Carlin was bent over at the waist, with her breasts hanging down between the jaws of the vice.  Mike turned the screw and compressed the lawyer's tits in the vice.  "Ow!  You're hurting me!" Mike cranked a couple more turns, to make sure Cera was firmly secured.  Brenda-Sue released the arm and began to pull the jacket back and off Cera's shoulders.  The lawyer, less than half Brenda-Sue's size, couldn't resist, as the book keeper methodically undressed her.  The jacket came off, and the shirt, and the bra.  Then Brenda-Sue slid the pants down, revealing cotton panties and knee-high stockings. She took the panties and left the lawyer her stockings and shoes. Cera Carlin pounded her fists on the work bench and lashed out with her feet, trying to kick someone. Brenda-Sue simply used duct tape to fasten the legal ankles far apart, taped to the lower rail of the table. That left her victim with her bottom uppermost and thrust out behind, as her feet were now forward of her center of gravity.  Cera had to hold onto the vice and pull or the tendency to fall backward would almost tear her tits off.    Pleased with her work, Brenda-Sue left a pink hand print on each upraised buttock. "Page some of the guys," said Mike.  "If she's going to screw them, it's only fair..."  He undid his belt and freed his erect penis, ready for action and 8 inches long.  The lawyer wasn't prepared to find the tip of his tool sliding up and down her exposed vulva, bumping her clitoris with every stroke. "That's it, Ms. Carlin, loosen up a bit and get wet. You might as well enjoy what's coming to you." "You can't get away with this.  I'll see the bunch of you in jail!" "Just watch," said Mike, as he eased the bulbous head of his penis into the yielding pinkness of Cera's cunt.  She was no virgin, but she hadn't had a date in more than two years, and she'd never had it from behind.  She gasped as Mike's member thrust into her, and he bounced on his toes, stretching her vagina and pounding on a G-spot she never knew she had.  His belly mashed her buttocks as his huge organ filled and stretched her as she'd never been filled before.  He was relentless, and soon she was gasping and grasping at the rough wood of the work bench and groaning and moving her hips as if to accentuate the pounding penetration of Mike's penis.  "Uuuungh!" she moaned, and her vaginal walls clamped down on Mike's meat.  He shot his semen deep inside her and pulled out. George and Harry were standing by.  George went first, sliding easily into the well lubricated sheath and going slap, slap, slap against her ass until he shot his wad too.  Harry was right behind him, and then John Smithson, the carpenter, and John Jenkins, his new apprentice.   Cera Carlin forgot the pain in her breasts, even as they were crushed by the vice and stretched by her writhing motions as she was raped over and over again.  Sixteen construction workers had their way with her, and then half a dozen more came in, to get their pay checks, and they stayed to get their rocks off at Ms. Carlin's expense.  A sizeable puddle of semen accumulated on the floor, and more was spread over her back and buns and inner thighs.  Cera Carlin was wasted, hardly able to support herself, but forced to, lest her tits be pulled off.  "Now, it's my turn," said Brenda-Sue.  "Don't forget to wash her out well," said Mike.  "We don't want any DNA evidence left inside her." It was nearly an hour later when Mike looked up from his desk and saw Cera Carlin standing there again.  She was dressed in the pumps and pin-stripe trousers and jacket, just as before, but her shirt was unbuttoned almost to the waist, and her bra was missing.  "Mr. Cowley," she said, "I'm sure we can work out some way for you to keep your company. It can't be in my client's best interest to bankrupt you."  He smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you have changed your views."  She smiled back and said, "Same time next week?"                [end]   Review_This_Story || Email Author: Abe ****** MORE_BDSM_STORIES_@_SEX_STORIES_POST ******