Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Screwed By A Lawyer (MF, lawyer)
Date: 5 Oct 1995 01:32:47 GMT

			       Screwed

	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 42, black medium length
hair and sexy, flirty brown 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 K-Mart, 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 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 the 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
inconsequential, nor did she miss it. I told her that I was open to
suggestion regarding my fee, whereupon, with a playful smile up at me,
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 of my calls. I also flicked the switch that activated the
video camera and microphone hidden behind the full length mirror next
to my desk.

	I stiffened and took several deep breaths, finally regaining
control just as my prostate gave a hard twitch and forced out part of
my load. Feeling the twitch, she pulled away as the glob of sperm
oozed from the tip of my cock, then just as it was about to run down
the underside, she plunged it back into her mouth and sucked as hard
as she could, drawing the dregs of the sperm up from deep inside of
me.

	Though my head was swimming, I managed a smile. Ever the
attorney, I realized that she had said nothing about what she wanted
in return for her oral favors. 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 recurrent 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. I stared at her
in fascination. This woman was not just giving head, she was a
professional cocksucker, a craftswoman without peer.

	And the surprising 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 it 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 cock 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
stimulation pushed me over the top, and with almost painful jets, I
shot a copious load of jizm right down her throat, my cock
unbelievably huge and purple looking, the orgasm without a doubt the
best I'd ever experienced in a woman's mouth.

	And as I rode the crest of the orgasm, she rubbed her clit
vigorously and popped her cork, moaning and groaning around my
squirting rod, 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
swallowed 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, she told me that this was
the best, because it was the freshest, and she wanted to be sure and
taste it.

	Then, 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 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 re-figured 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 three made my cock start to stand up again. I didn't bother
to put it away.

	"Well, Mrs. ?????, 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 teenage girl, if
she'd had two kids, my hat is off to the doctor who took the stitches.

	And fifteen 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
penetration, 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, fucking my fantasy, an older woman, on my
office desk, and having her pay me an extra $125.00 for the privilege,
I guess you could call that the perfect 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 her
self 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 racquet
ball 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!!!

			       The End