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Authors name: J. Uris Prudence
Story title : Screwed
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J. Uris Prudence is the nom de plume of an attorney who
practices in the Milwaukee area. Previously
specializing in criminal cases, he has confined his
practice to strictly family court matters since this
incident occurred.
$$$CREWED
I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes us
attorneys seem like assholes to the little guys of this
world, but the fact is that the first thing an attorney
learns is to take care of "number one"-because no one
else will. Nice guys win only in the movies. In real
life, it's selfish pricks like me that get the cream,
the money and the best sex that's out there just for
the asking-as long as you don't let your conscience
stand in your way.
This was a standard non-support case-dirt-ball husband
in a nearby town, remarried, not paying support for his
kids-no money, no assets-in other words, no chance to
collect. But she was determined to make him suffer,
and her money was as good as the next person's, so we
spent an unsuccessful morning in court, then drove back
to my office. We were discussing my fees, which she
obviously didn't have, and it seemed to me that she was
hinting at working out other arrangements for payment.
I studied her as we talked. She was 32, blonde medium
length hair and sexy, flirty blue eyes that crinkled at
the edges when she smiled, which was often. I liked
that. I've found that women who smile easily spread
their legs easily. She had huge, firm looking tits, a
nice round, full ass and her legs were slender with
shapely calves which were accentuated by her dark hose
and black high heels. Her moderately full mouth was
encircled with bright red lipstick, and she kept her
lips glossy and inviting by running her tongue over
them frequently. She was dressed in a cheap but
stylish black full skirt and white jacket, ala
Mervin's, with a semi see through white polyester
blouse.
I'm 28 years old and have always had the hots for older
women, especially those like my client whose tawdriness
was ill-concealed behind an exaggerated air of
respectability. She repeated often, as though assuring
herself, that she was a hard working, respectable
mother of two pre-teens, and only wanted what was
coming to her. I certainly knew what I thought she had
coming to her, and I promised myself to do my damndest
to give it to her before she left my office.
I got up and walked around and sat on the edge of my
desk, not even bothering to hide the growing bulge in
the front of my pleated pants. Heredity was good to me,
so the protuberance was not inconse-quential, nor did
she miss it. I told her that I was open to suggestion
regarding my fee, whereupon, with a playful smile, she
slid her chair forward wordlessly, and with a practiced
hand, whipped down my zipper, took my bloated sack in
her right hand, skinned back my foreskin with her left
and plunged my throbbing cockhead into the hot,
delicious confines of her milking mouth without even
the slightest hesitation.
Her right forefinger found the sensitive little spot
right behind my balls, and the scraping of her long red
fingernail almost caused me to lose my load
spontaneously. I could barely control my voice when,
with my spasming cock making its acquaintance with my
client's tonsils, I flicked on the intercom and told my
secretary to hold all my calls. I also flicked the
switch that activated the video camera and microphone
hidden behind the full length mirror next to my desk.
We had no contract. If I wanted to be dirty-and right
at the moment, it felt good thinking about letting her
suck me for nothing-I could set whatever terms I wanted
to and be within my legal rights. After all, the law
is the law. But practically speaking, I'd have to come
up with something to appease her. I thought quickly.
I had been going to charge her $200.00. I mentally
upped the bill to $300.00, and gave her a $100.00
discount. That way, she'd be happy, I'd get my money,
and I'd get the physical and psychological pleasure of
being a double winner in this deal with this living
personification of my re-current fantasies.
She was sucking like a milking machine now and the
technique was unlike any I'd ever experienced. She'd
filled her mouth with saliva and with a slight in and
out movement of her head coupled with tremendous
suction she was noisily surging the saliva back and
forth around my ultra sensitive cockhead. My wife
hadn't been taking care of me, and the tremendous load
I'd built up, coupled with the unique sensations put us
on the home stretch, and she knew it. I stared at her
in fascination. This woman was not just giving head-
she was a professional cocksucker-a craftswoman without
peer. And the sur-prising thing was that she seemed to
be genuinely enjoying what she was doing-she seemed to
be getting off as I approached orgasm.
As I watched her face with fascination, watching my
ever burgeoning rod sliding between those carmined
lips, she looked up at me, and as a thrill of guilt ran
through me, she knowingly winked at me, pulled me out
of her mouth and asked huskily if she was doing it
right. My hips involuntarily jerked forward, trying to
get back in her mouth as I gave her what I'm sure was a
strained smile and told her she was doing great.
The stimulation of watching my cock disappear into her
smile as I complimented her placed the entire matter on
a right now basis. As the feeling rose from deep
between my legs, I ordered her to pull up her skirt so
I could see her legs, and she did my bidding without
even missing a suck. A thrill lanced through my loins
when I saw that she was wearing tightly gartered nylons
instead of pantyhose. Nylons had been my secret fetish
since I was a kid, and the fact that so few women wore
them anymore added to the thrill of viewing this
'forbidden fruit'.
The thought that she had planned this whole episode
from the beginning, right down to the nylons excited me
almost to orgasm. With my left hand I reached down and
grabbed a handful of tit, and my right hand went to the
back of her head. I wasn't going to let her pull away
at the last minute like my wife did-but somehow I
sensed that my worries were groundless.
As my prostate began to swell and the feeling began
climbing up toward that heavenly peak, she gripped my
ball sack in a gentle but firm grip that seemed to slow
down the approaching orgasm. Her oral ministrations
were extremely stimulating, but that strong but gentle
hand had a calming effect and the two opposing feelings
made the orgasm seem to take minutes to arrive. My
heart rate seemed to slow down and my heart thudded
loudly in my chest as each suck moved me closer to my
crisis.
Then suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like
the king of the world. Looking down at her from my
lofty perch, squeezing the monstrous boob in my left
hand, I wound my hand in her hair and jerked her head
back and forth, each time forcing more of my dick into
her mouth until she was almost choking, but she never
pulled back. When she reached between her legs and
began playing with her pussy as I roughly jerked her
head onto my cock, I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. She was getting off on the rough treatment. I
would like to have experimented more, but the
tremendous mental and physical stim-ulation pushed me
over the top, and with almost painful jets, I shot a
copious load of jism down her throat, my cock
unbelievably huge and purple looking, the orgasm
without a doubt the best I'd ever exper-ienced in a
woman's mouth, making it feel even better.
I collapsed backward onto my elbows, basking in the
after-glow, my cock still twitching in her hand as she
licked her lips and swal-lowed the remains of my wad.
Then, squeezing up the length of my cock, she forced up
a final dollop of sperm, and looking at me, and
squeezing the huge drip onto her tongue, she let me
watch her spread it around her mouth and slowly and
with a sensuous grin, swallowed the entire thing.
Then, as though not yet satisfied, she sucked my cock
clean of every last drop of cum, kissed my balls
tenderly and sat back in her chair with a brilliant
smile, rearranging her skirt, giving me a shot of her
unpantied beaver before dropping the skirt primly into
place.
I let my head drop back onto the desk, eyes closed,
trying to regain my strength. I'd never had a head
shot like that. The woman was a vampire-she positively
loved cum. I glanced at the clock and with a shock
realized that she'd sucked me for almost 20 minutes,
and that we were almost through the lunch hour.
Quickly, I refigured her bill. I'd need to get paid
for that extra hour now, and-what the hell-she'd just
had her lunch on me! I tacked $50.00 dollars onto her
bill. That would make it $350.00. But then I realized
that she'd probably dicker with me, so I threw on
another $100.00 to give me something to work with, for
a total of $450.00 less her discount. I'd just gotten
paid $150.00 for blowing my wad down my client's
throat!
As I'd watched her repair her lipstick, I thought about
the glimpse of her hairy cooze I'd gotten as she'd
pulled the skirt down. I was still excited and the
thought of fucking this 'respectable' mother of two
made my cock start to stand up again. I didn't bother
to put it away.
Well, Karen, that was great-you certainly have talent-
but now there's the matter of your bill."
Well, of course, she'd expected that the entire bill
would be forgiven based on her performance, but I gave
her a lecture on overhead travel fees, etc., then made
my pitch for the discount. But before I did it, a
perverse streak caused me to quote her $550.00 as my
bill to see what she'd say. She seemed taken aback,
but I pointed out that I'd done a lot of research
before we'd gone to court. I gently explained to her
that just because she'd assumed that I'd dismiss the
whole bill didn't constitute a contract because we'd
had no discussion beforehand. Then I asked her what
she thought her services had been worth. Just as I
thought, she undervalued them-obviously low self
esteem-and dubiously quoted $100.00. I could have
backed her down, but I had another plan in mind. I
accepted her offer, and generously knocked off another
$50.00 to show good faith. That term always gets them,
even though it meant nothing in this case. Now we were
down to $400.00.
She had brightened appreciably. I then offered her a
chance to knock the bill down another $50.00 if I could
fuck her-and I said it just like that. She acted as
though the very words turned her on. But, believe it
or not, she was getting bolder, and came back with
$100.00. We finally settled on $75.00. I was on a
roll, and I could have gotten her down to $50.00--but,
what the hell-I'm not totally devoid of conscience!
She was great. Sopping wet and as tight as a teenager,
if she'd had two kids, my hat is off to the doctor who
took the stitches. And 15 minutes later, with her on
her back on my desk, me standing on the floor and
hammering it straight up into her pussy, her nylon
covered legs draped over my shoulders so I could get
maximum penetra-tion-I like my money's worth-with my
huge rod being swallowed whole by her hairy, milking
cunt, my wife called on my office phone.
Without missing a beat I told her I'd be home early,
and that she should get the kids ready so we could go
out for an early dinner--that I was starved. When she
asked if I was having a good day, I almost laughed.
The best blowjob of my life-having her pay me an extra
$125.00 for the privilege-I guess you could call that
the per-fect day, if there is such a thing. And it
became even more perfect when I hung up the phone, and
with ten teeth rattling (hers) jabs, ejaculated what
was left of my sperm directly into her uterus, as she
shrieked in orgasm and clenched her nylon covered legs
behind my back, doing her best to impale herself on my
spurting member.
And when I pulled it out and made her lick it clean,
she did it without a word of complaint-in fact, she
tried to suck me off again, and I had to push her away.
Hell, she couldn't afford it!
*
Oh, yeah. You'll love this. It so happens that I play
racquetball with a doctor and a dentist. The next day,
while we were getting ready for the shower, I told them
the story of how I'd scammed her, and we all had a good
laugh over it, though the dentist seemed strangely
silent afterwards, and when he took his jock strap off,
he had a hardon you could have hung a towel on. The
doctor and I teased him over it, and I asked him if the
story had been too graphic. His response was that she
was one of his patients and that her kids needed
braces, and that she had an appointment for that very
afternoon to discuss with him how she would pay for
them. It was obvious that his mind was running away
with the possibilities for creative finance posed by my
client's willingness to engage in the barter system, as
well as her ignorance of our flexible 'professional'
rate schedules.
And that's not the end of the story. The dentist sent
me a check for $500.00 for 'professional consultation'
so I can just begin to imagine how creative his
financing must have been. And the doctor sent me a
$100.00 'referral fee' because the dentist had to
consult him for vitamins and testosterone shots just to
be able to collect his bill. And the video-it came out
just perfect-that is, my face couldn't be identified on
it-and I sold it to a mail-order dealer in amateur
adult video for $500.00--except for the copy I loan to
my buddies when they have a stag party.
So-my gross on the entire deal was $1,425.00, my
overhead was the original $200.00 I would have charged
her, and the net on the deal was $1,225.00--plus a
dynamite head shot, and a passable fuck. I can't wait
until the next time she decides to make her ex-husband
suffer. In my professional opinion, it's going to be a
long, involved case!!!
END.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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