Hard Lawyer

by Liam Foster

  I scribble down some notes because I have a terrible memory. If I don’t take notes, I’ll have forgotten all about Sarah by the time I’m done with Damon’s coffee.

  The second I walk into the kitchen, two other secretaries stop talking and walk out. That’s either one hell of a coincidence, or they were talking about me. Probably the latter. I make a fresh pot of coffee, because Damon likes his coffee so hot it’s at risk of melting the mug.

  My sister texts me again because she’s bored at work. “How’s the boss today? Still giving you a hard time?”

  You can’t use italics or bold text in text messages, but I know full well that she’s emphasizing ‘hard’ in her head when she types messages like that. I reply because I’m also bored while I wait for the coffee pot to fill up.

  “Just the usual,” I reply, not rising to the bait.

  “I wish I spent the day working under him.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how boring law firms were.”

  Samantha doesn’t reply to that one. Presumably her own boss is nearby and she doesn’t want to get caught texting during work hours. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  When the coffee is finally ready, I take it back to Damon’s office which is mercifully empty. Looking at Damon and carrying a hot drink are not a good combination as I’m liable to get shaky hands and spill it all over the place. I dash back to my desk just as my sister replies with a picture message.

  Eww. She’s sent a porn image of a woman dressed like a kinky secretary bent over a desk with her suited boss doing her from behind. Real classy, sis. I’m about to reply when I realize why it took her a while to reply. She didn’t just find a random picture online; she found a random picture and then doctored it.

  The secretary’s face has been replaced with mine and the boss has Damon’s head from the law firm website. I’m looking at myself getting fucked by Damon, and holy crap, it’s hot as hell. The woman in the picture is skinnier than me, and the guy is a little softer than Damon, but it’s easy enough to pretend it’s me in the picture getting a hard fucking from—

  “What’s that?”

  I drop my phone on the floor and spin around in my chair to see Damon standing behind me. Damon reacts quicker, bending down to pick up the phone from the floor. I try to grab it from his hand, but he moves out of reach.

  “It’s my sister. She…”

  “Office,” Damon says sternly, but without raising his voice. “Now.”

  He isn’t saying anything. He’s just staring at the photo.

  It’s not actually a photo of me, but that doesn’t stop the blood rushing to my face. I’m blushing, and knowing that I’m blushing just makes me blush even more. My cheeks are so hot the temperature in the room must be slowly ticking up as I stand here.

  “I’m not happy about this photo,” Damon says, still staring at it.

  “I didn’t—”

  He raises a finger for silence. I shut my mouth immediately.

  “First of all, this woman is far too skinny for my tastes. And she’s more obsessed with looking good for the photo than she is about the dick being slammed into her. Trust me, when I fuck women, they are thinking of nothing but me and the huge dick that’s impaling them. Speaking of which, this guy is nowhere near big enough.”

  “My sister did it,” I blurt out. “She’s got a twisted sense of humor and I’m going to have it out with her when I get home.”

  My phone vibrates in Damon’s hand and his thumb moves enough that I know he’s read whatever message has come through. It’s hard to care. I can’t imagine it being more embarrassing than the photo he’s looking at.

  Damon reads the message from the phone. “Samantha says ‘You should make a bad cup of coffee for him. Maybe he’ll punish you with a firm spanking.’”

  I’m going to kill Samantha when I get home.

  “Come here,” Damon says, finally putting the phone back down on the desk.

  I walk over slowly and stand in front of him. He looks towards the door—probably making sure it’s shut—so I take the opportunity to grab my phone. I’m too slow. His hand reaches out in a flash and grabs me by the wrist.

  “Do you want me to spank you?” Damon asks. “Is that why you let yourself get caught with this photo?”

  “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

  “So you don’t want me to spank you?”

  “No,” I protest meekly.

  Damon tugs me towards him so that I’m standing between his slightly parted legs. He lets go of my wrist and strokes the inside of my thigh. I tense up, but don’t move.

  “I think you’re lying,” Damon says. “And there’s one sure way to find out.”

  His hand moves up my thigh, lifting my skirt up with it. His fingers touch my panties and I realize at the same time as him just how wet I am.

  “I told you not to wear any panties,” Damon says. He peels the soaking wet cotton from my slit and yanks my panties down my legs until they’re bunched around my ankles.

  He stands up and examines me. His hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair as he pulls me towards him and kisses me hard on the lips.

  My lips keep moving after the kiss has finished. My heart’s racing and my pussy is throbbing in anticipation. This feels like a dream, probably because it’s exactly like my dreams. I’ve dreamt about this exact scenario, minus the photoshopped pornography.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Damon asks in a calm deep voice.

  I can’t talk. I kick my panties away from around my ankles and lift my skirt all the way up to my waist. That’s all the answer he needs.

  Damon moves his fingers through my hair and whispers in my ear. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, do you understand?”

  I nod, excited breaths escaping my lips.

  “Say ‘yes, Sir,’” he adds.

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply obediently.

  “Bend over the desk.”

  I do it instantly, spreading my legs wide enough for him to see my slick wet sex in addition to my large soft bottom.

  I flinch when I feel his hands on my butt cheeks. I’m expecting a spanking, but instead he squeezes them firmly.

  Then he spanks me.

  Pain shoots out in all directions as I feel a handprint flare up on my ass. I take a deep breath in through the nose to try and manage the pain, but it’s no good. The next spanking comes soon after.

  “I told you not to wear panties,” he says, before spanking me again. “Next time, do what I command.”

  A final spanking leaves me breathless, bent over the desk as I wait for the pain to subside. His hands massage my cheeks again, except this time his fingers slowly trail down to my slit and move through my folds without ever actually entering me. His fingers disappear and I’m left with a burning sensation between my thighs.

  “Stand up,” he commands. Damon takes a seat and watches me intently as I stand up straight in front of him. “Take off your blouse and skirt.”

  He says it in the same firm tone of voice he uses when he asks for a cup of coffee or wants me to print a document. I slowly unbutton my blouse and let it drop to the floor. I’m still going to kill Samantha, but I’m glad she encouraged me to buy a couple of nice bras at least.

  My wet pussy is already exposed, so I don’t hesitate to tug my skirt down my legs and kick it on top of my damp panties.

  “Bra too,” he adds.

  I reach behind and unhook the bra in as sexy a manner as I can manage, which isn’t all that sexy to be honest. I throw it to the floor and resist the urge to cover my chest with my hands.

  My nipples harden as if they’re reaching out to Damon, begging him to take them in his mouth and bite down hard. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine. My nipples are ridiculously sensitive and yet I love the pain that comes from men being overly aggressive with them.

  Damon pats his thigh so I lower myself slowly down onto his lap. I can immediately tell he wasn’t lying about being well-e
ndowed. His cock isn’t rock hard yet, but I can feel it through his pants as it twitches against my thighs. He could bring me no end of pleasure with that beast, if he so chooses.

  Damon grabs me roughly by the hair and pulls me towards him for another kiss. My lips part and I meet his tongue with my own. He wins the battle, pushing my tongue back into my mouth as he claims another part of me for himself.

  His lips leave mine and slide down my body, planting kisses on my neck and chest until he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. I groan and squirm, encouraging him to suck harder while trying to manage the pain spreading through my breasts. It doesn’t last long. He stops sucking and looks me in the eyes as his hand slides up my thighs to my dripping sex.

  My thighs open for him as he slides two fingers deep inside me. His other hand keeps my head just an inch from his. I stare into his eyes as he fucks me with his fingers, his palm pressing against my clit as the bud hardens under his touch.

  Eventually I have to close my eyes as the heat courses through my body. I grind my hips against his hand as the moment approaches, a slick wetness audible as he curls his fingers against my front wall. He keeps a tight hold of me as my body spasms and the orgasm washes through me, leaving me utterly helpless on his lap.

  When I finally open my eyes, his fingers are no longer inside me. I’m lifted into the air and placed down on the desk. I can’t even stay upright. I lay down on the cold wood, sending a couple of books and files flying to the floor in the process.

  All I can hear over the heavy breathing is the sound of a zipper opening.

  Chapter Eight

  Damon

  There’s nothing sexier than a woman struggling to catch her breath as she bathes in the warm glow of her orgasm.

  I’m not far from joining her. My cock’s rock hard and about to blow. I wanted Kara the moment I laid eyes on her, but only now am I realizing just how much that want has become a ‘need.’

  I lower my fly and let the beast stretch out. It urges me towards Kara’s pussy and it takes all my willpower to keep some distance between us.

  I stopped keeping condoms in the office as it seemed like a good way to avoid temptation. Now it’s giving me a serious case of blue balls.

  Kara pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks directly at my cock. Her eyes open wide with a mixture of excitement and fear. I’ve seen that look before. Women often think they want a big cock, but when it comes to squeezing one inside them it’s amazing how often they have other plans. Fortunately, just as many women are up for the challenge, and I’m pretty sure Kara is one of them judging by the way she subconsciously licks her lips.

  What do I do with her now? So many options. I could fuck her mouth to see what her gag reflex is like.

  She’s craving cock and will do whatever I say. I could abuse this power, but I know where to draw the line. Right now, Kara needs more pleasure. She’s stressed. This is the first time she’s had fun in a while.

  “Touch yourself,” I command.

  “I want to touch you,” she replies, reaching out towards my cock. She’s fascinated by it. She wants it inside her. She’s going to have to wait.

  “Are you disobeying an order?” I ask. She hesitates and then shakes her head. “Good. Now, touch yourself.”

  Kara lays back down on the desk and reaches between her legs, parting them enough that I can just about make out her opening between her swollen lips.

  I hold her free hand as she uses the other to rub her clit. Small beads of her essence trickle down the inside of her thigh and pool on my desk. She’s on the verge of another orgasm within two minutes, and I can’t contain myself any longer. I take hold of myself and stroke my cock until I’m as close to the edge as Kara.

  She mutters something but it’s lost in the heavy panting. It doesn’t matter. I know exactly what she’s trying to say.

  Her body shakes again as her fingers rub her clit furiously, her back arching off the desk before collapsing back down again.

  Kara is still shaking when my own orgasm reaches the surface. My balls feel heavy and then immediately light again as I shake and explode all over Kara’s chest, coating her with a week’s worth of pent up frustration.

  I use her panties to clean my cum from her chest. “You won’t be needing these,” I say, when Kara is about to protest. “Besides, they were already soaked in your own juices.”

  She smiles and would probably have blushed too were her face not already bright red and soaked in sweat.

  “I should stay here for a bit until I’ve cooled down,” Kara says, as she slowly pushes herself up to her feet.

  “You’re staying in here for another two hours and then I’ll drive you home.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Yes, I am. Your car obviously isn’t working, because it’s not moved from the parking lot for a week and you’re not taking the train at this time.”

  I watch Kara as she picks up her clothes from the floor and steps into her skirt.

  “I don’t remember telling you to get dressed,” I say sternly. “Go and sit down on the couch with your legs spread wide. I have work to do.”

  She smiles. “Yes, Sir.”

  We don’t say much on the way home, but the atmosphere isn’t awkward. We’re just not talking. It’s quite nice.

  I pull up outside a building full of apartments that likely cost less to rent than my annual dry cleaning bill. I shouldn’t be surprised. Until recently she was a cleaner and now she’s a secretary. She deserves better than this, but life is rarely fair.

  “Thanks for the ride,” Kara says, as she steps out of the car.

  I switch off the engine and get out of the car as well. “I’ll escort you up to your apartment.”

  “You really don’t have to do that.”

  “And yet I’m going to.”

  Kara takes the lead, and I follow behind, staring at her ass and picturing the hand prints I left on each cheek. We head up to a grimy apartment on the fourth floor where once again Kara is desperate to get rid of me.

  “See you tomorrow,” she says, before sliding through a thin gap in the door.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was trying to hide me from someone.

  “Who are you talking to?” asks a voice from inside the apartment.

  Ah, the roommate.

  “No one,” Kara says, trying to shut the door. I put my foot in the way just as the roommate shows up.

  “Oh, you’re Damon,” a young girl of about twenty says excitedly, as she opens the door.

  “How do you know… ah, you must be the sister.” The one who sent the pictures that started off this evening’s entertainment.

  “I’m Samantha. Very pleased to meet you.”

  “Don’t you start work in six hours?” Kara asks her sister pointedly.

  “Nope, I don’t start until 9 tomorrow. If you two need some alone time, you could just say. I’ll get ready for bed.” Samantha heads to the bathroom and then turns back to add “I’ll wear earplugs tonight.”

  I laugh, but Kara doesn’t seem impressed.

  “Do you want a drink?” Kara asks.

  “What do you have?”

  “Water and orange juice. That’s about it.”

  “Orange juice is fine.” I watch Kara bend over as she looks in the fridge and comes back up empty handed.

  “We’re out of juice.”

  “Then I guess I’ll have water.”

  I take the opportunity to snoop around the apartment while Kara pours the drinks. It’s small, so it looks kind of messy even though it isn’t really. There’s just no space to put stuff. A couple of small bookcases are rammed full of books, with large textbooks piled up on the floor next to them. These girls need to go digital.

  I turn away and then look back again. The pile of books caught my eye so I look closer. I recognize those books. I’ve even read one of them myself.

  “Here you go,” Kara says, shoving a glass of water into my hand
and standing between me and the books. She doesn’t want me to see them, which means I’m right.

  “Why do you have law school casebooks?” I ask.

  “I don’t.”

  “Yes, you do.” I point to the pile of books and get a closer look. Contracts, Torts, Criminal Procedure, Civil Procedure. It’s the first year of law school in book form.

  “Oh, those are Samantha’s. She goes to law school.”

  “No she doesn’t. She’s too young. Which means they belong to you.”

  That explains how she knew what The Bluebook was. Every first-year law student knows that book. It haunts their dreams.

  “I considered going to law school,” Kara says. “So I bought the books to see if I would like it.”

  I stare at her, but she can’t maintain eye contact. She managed to look at me when she was naked on my desk, so I know she’s lying.

  “These books are nearly $200 each,” I reply. “There’s no way you’d spend $1,000 just to see if you were interested in law school.”

  “Fine, I went to law school but dropped out. Happy now?”

  Kara storms off, but there’s nowhere to go in this tiny apartment. She ends up collapsing down on the sofa and spilling water over her lap in the process. There’s more she’s not telling me, I’m sure of it.

  “Why did you drop out?”

  “Why do you think?” she snaps back. “I failed.”

  Kara has a great GPA from undergrad, but that doesn’t always translate to success in law school. In my three years there, I saw plenty of otherwise clever people drop out because they couldn’t hack it. There’s no shame in that.

  I sit next to Kara on the sofa. She’s still embarrassed and won’t look at me.

  “I can have a word with some people,” I explain. “I’ll get you back into law school if you want to give it another go.”

  She shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to go back there.”

  “What do you want?”

  Kara turns to look at me. “I want… I want…” She never finishes the sentence. Kara throws herself at me, our lips colliding as she swings a leg over mine and straddles me. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks as she grinds her sex against my rapidly hardening cock.