Hard Lawyer

by Liam Foster

  Then my eyes spot the bulge in his pants where his penis is hardening and struggling to be set free. He doesn’t have a perfect body. That thing is so big it counts as a flaw.

  My stomach starts doing flips again as he loosens his belt and drops his pants and underwear to the floor. He strips off his socks and kicks everything off before standing in front of me as naked as I am.

  There it is.

  His cock.

  I’m not sure whether it’s the length or girth that has me more worried. It’s beautiful though; smooth, with a thick vein running up the underside, pulsing with desire. Desire for me.

  “Go lie on the bed and spread your legs wide,” Damon commands.

  “Yes, Sir.” I bite my lip and take a few deep breaths, before doing exactly as he says. I’m completely exposed. He’s seen my pussy before, but it feels different this time. More real.

  Damon sits next to me on the bed and plants a gentle kiss on my lips as his fingers squeeze my nipples hard enough that I hold my breath until he lets go.

  His lips leave mine and head down to my chest where he kisses my nipples lightly before moving down to my stomach. The warmth from his breath makes my stomach tingle as he moves between my thighs.

  He plants a gentle kiss against the inside of my right knee and then move his lips down my thigh until he is inches from my pussy. I clench every muscle in my body in anticipation, but he moves his lips back up to my left thigh and slowly works his way down once again.

  The tension is agonizing. I’m clawing at the sheets and thrusting my hips towards his face, desperate for him to taste me.

  Then it happens.

  He plants a kiss on my folds. I gasp a sigh of sweet relief. His tongue explores my lips, teasing its way into my opening, before swooping up to my clit. He explores every part of my core until coming back to my clit as he surrounds it with his lips and sucks gently, lashing the bud with his tongue while my body shakes under his touch.

  I can’t stop moaning. Deep groans escape my lips no matter how much I try to stay silent. He’s still licking my clit when he slides two fingers deep into my core. His fingers curl gently inside me but it’s his tongue that sends me over the edge with one long, slow lick of my swollen bud.

  My body explodes. I thrust my hips into his face and let out a low moan that drags on for what feels like a minute as warmth spreads through my body bringing with it a pleasure I’ve not felt in years, or maybe ever.

  I’m still quivering when he returns to my side. He brushes aside some hair that is stuck to my cheek and then kisses me again. His tongue slides into my mouth giving me a taste of what he savored between my legs.

  His lips pull away and I stare into the eyes of the man who just made me come.

  “Are you ready?” Damon asks.

  I don’t have to ask what for. If I’m ever going to be ready to take such a huge cock inside me, it’ll be now.

  I nod my head and watch as he grabs a condom and quickly sheaths himself. He positions his cock at my opening and pushes forward before I have a chance to chicken out.

  I grab hold of the covers and squeeze tightly as he slides in deeper and deeper. I’m dripping wet, but he’s thick and my body’s not used to it. I let out a loud sigh as his balls brush against my ass. He’s completely inside me. I’m his now. Truly his.

  He leans down and kisses me, moving his hips gently while I get used to his girth. It doesn’t take long for the discomfort to become pleasure. The moans of pain turn into groans of ecstasy. He presses his lips against mine as the pace quickens. He starts thrusting, harder and harder until his balls start slapping against my ass with each movement.

  His lips move down to my neck and he bites gently between kisses as his cock takes my pleasure to new levels.

  The orgasm comes out of nowhere. I didn’t think I had the energy for another, but it hits me hard when he thrusts his cock into me at the same time his thumb and forefinger grip hold of my left nipple and squeeze tightly.

  I dig my nails into his back as the shockwaves rock through my body. My pussy throbs around his cock and I realize I’ll never feel this complete without him inside me.

  I close my eyes and let the glow wash over me. I’m drunk on pleasure and don’t ever want it to end. Damon’s thrusts slow down after he finishes inside me. I feel momentarily guilty that I was too wrapped up in my own orgasm to notice his, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

  His cock slowly withdraws and I open my eyes to watch him dispose of the used condom. His cock is still semi-erect with his sticky goo on the head just begging to be licked off. I’ve never been fucked like that before and there’s still so much to do.

  My gaze drifts over to the closet full of sex toys.

  The fun never has to end.

  Chapter Twelve

  Damon

  I can’t wait to get back to work on Monday morning.

  I’m working from home over the weekend, but there’s one big difference between home and the office—Kara is at the office.

  She stayed the night on Friday but she suggested we spend the weekend apart so as not to move too fast. I agreed, because I’m a fucking idiot, clearly.

  I’ve emailed her a few times just to ask her to print things off on Monday morning. She can’t reply because she doesn’t have access to her email outside of the office. Still, it feels good to send the messages without having to worry about whether I’m being overeager.

  I want her here by my side. Reading memos is much more fun when she’s sat next to me completely naked. It’s an added incentive. Get through this memo and she’s yours for the taking. Without her, the only incentive is another memo.

  I can still feel her. The feel of her tongue against mine. Her nipples hard and sensitive in my mouth. The taste of her sex. The feel of her pussy as she comes over my cock.

  I sigh and shake my head until it hurts. There’s work that needs doing and clients that need billing. I’m the managing partner and I’m paid big bucks to deal with this shit. Kara would kill to be in my position, so I should be grateful. It still seems odd that she flunked out of law school. The girl’s clever; that much is obvious from the way she helps at work. She’s already irreplaceable and she’s only been in the job a week.

  She’s irreplaceable in more ways than one.

  Monday really can’t come soon enough.

  Fuck it. I’m not waiting.

  “Damon. What are you doing here?”

  That wasn’t the greeting I was hoping for. Kara opens the door and immediately steps out into the hall as if she’s hiding something from me. I lean in to kiss her, but she turns her face so that I only get a bit of cheek.

  “I finished all the work I needed to get done,” I lie. “Thought you might fancy dinner.”

  “I can’t tonight,” Kara replies, a hint of panic in her voice.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m fine. I just have people round. Friends. I have friends round and can’t go out tonight. I’m sorry.”

  She’s nervous. I can hear the shakiness in her voice and the way she’s protectively blocking the door means there’s someone inside she doesn’t want me to see.

  I should walk away. We don’t know each other well enough for me to burst into her home, but I’m worried. This isn’t a nice neighborhood and Kara clearly isn’t that well off. What if it’s an irate landlord demanding rent?

  “Damon? Is that you?” Samantha’s voice calls out from inside the apartment.

  “Yeah,” I yell back.

  “Come in, Damon.”

  I look at Kara. I’m not going to force my way inside unless I hear an actual scream. She stares back at me for a few seconds, those big brown eyes reminding me why I came around in the first place.

  She sighs and steps aside. Samantha’s probably going to get an earful when I’ve left.

  I push the door open and step inside, clenching my fists in case I need to use them. I’m greeted by Samantha waving excitedly at me from the sofa which she�
�s sharing with an old woman who manages a weak smile in my direction.

  Okay, now I’m confused.

  “Hi Samantha.”

  “Hi Damon. Good to see you again.” Samantha turns to her sister. “Don’t be rude, Kara. Aren’t you going to introduce him?”

  Kara gives her sister an evil glare which I hope to never see directed at me. Eventually she turns back to face me. “Damon, this is my mom. Theresa.”

  Mom? Holy shit, I’m meeting the parents. Well, parent. The woman looks a little old to be Kara’s mom, but I’m not so stupid as to say that out loud.

  “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ellsworth.”

  I shake her hand gently. Theresa isn’t strong and it takes some effort on her part to muster a smile.

  “Nice to meet you,” she replies quietly.

  “Would you like a drink, Damon?” Samantha asks.

  “Water is fine,” I reply.

  “Cool. Kara, why don’t you sit down and tell Mom why your boss has come to our house on a Sunday afternoon.”

  There’s another glare from Kara and what I think is a smile from her Mom although it’s hard to tell.

  Kara’s mom isn’t as old as I first thought. She’s thin and looks weak, but she’s not old.

  Theresa is sick. Sick enough that she’s connected to a drip on a regular basis if the bruises on the tops of both hands and forearms are anything to go by.

  Kara sits down and feeds her mom some bullshit about me coming over for work. I go along with it by making up some lies about needing to talk to Kara about a project she worked on last week. Her mom might be sick, but she’s not stupid. She doesn’t believe it for a second, but she goes along with the lie anyway.

  It’s another lie that’s consuming my attention. Kara lied to me about dropping out of law school. It all makes sense now.

  Kara is within arm’s reach and she’s not wearing any panties.

  The last thing I want to be doing right now is listening to one of the other attorneys go on about some new development in a niche part of copyright law.

  Everyone else seems interested. The other attorneys are taking notes and asking questions. I used to be like that. I used to care about work. Now all I care about is Kara.

  I’ve fucked her every day this week in the office and I plan to keep her in my bedroom the entire weekend. Fuck taking things slowly. I can’t go 24 hours without tasting her.

  I push my pen onto the floor and pick it up while rearranging my chair to be closer to Kara. It’s not particularly subtle, but no one’s paying any attention to me.

  No one except Kara. Her legs were crossed, but when I get closer she parts them invitingly for me.

  I grab her thigh and give it a squeeze, looking around the room to make sure no one’s watching. Kara spreads her thighs wider. She wants more. My hand glides up the smooth skin of her leg, pushing the loose summer dress to one side at the same time.

  The second I feel the heat from her sex, I know I can’t stop at just a squeeze of her thighs. I reach up and brush my fingers against her folds. She’s dripping wet. That shouldn’t come as a surprise any more. She’s always wet when I touch her and wetter still when I’m finished with her.

  Kara fidgets slightly in her chair and lets slip a whimper which she cleverly turns into a cough. Her hand reaches down but instead of slapping me away, she pulls it into her, forcing one of my fingers inside her tight pussy.

  Her juices on my finger make my mouth water in anticipation of tasting her. My cock hardens immediately and not even tight boxer briefs can keep it contained.

  I reluctantly take my finger out of Kara and place it in my lap. This meeting needs to end.

  “Henry, sorry to interrupt,” I say, as Henry starts answering a question about some recent case that may or may not change some aspect of copyright law that I don’t give a shit about. “I have a client coming in soon and Kara and I need the room to run through the presentation.”

  “Oh, sure,” Henry replies. I know what he’s thinking. Why didn’t you book the room out if you needed it? Fortunately, I’m more senior than him and everyone else in this room. What I say goes.

  The room slowly clears and I bring my laptop in just to keep up the vague pretense that we actually are preparing for a presentation.

  “You don’t have a client meeting scheduled,” Kara says, with a knowing grin.

  “Get over here. Now.”

  Kara walks over slowly. She’s growing more confident by the day. She still listens to my orders, but her responses are more calculated. She teases me and occasionally disobeys just to get a spanking. I can’t imagine a woman more suited to me than her.

  I open my belt and loosen the fly. We can’t get undressed, but that just adds to the thrill.

  “Bend over and pull up your dress,” I command. She does exactly as ordered, pulling her ass cheeks wide to expose her dripping wet slit. I lean over, grabbing her hair and lifting her head up into the air. “I’m going to fuck that tight little…” I trail off. I’m not going to do anything of the sort. “Shit. The condoms are back in my desk. Wait there.”

  “No.”

  “No?” Kara stands up and then immediately drops to her knees in front of me. “I told you to—” I inhale deeply as Kara takes hold of my shaft in one hand and wraps her lips around the head. “Fuck.”

  She sucks hard at the head, flicking her tongue against the tip, while jerking my shaft into her mouth. Her lips pull away with a ‘pop’ noise. “I want to please my master,” she says with a remarkable amount of innocence for a woman with a cock in her hand.

  “You’ll be punished for this. Later.”

  She smiles and then goes back to my cock. She can’t take it deep—my cock is far too wide and long for any kind of deep throating—but she more than makes up for it by sucking like a vacuum cleaner powered by nuclear fusion.

  I grip the table with one hand and her hair with the other, slowly moving my cock back and forth in her mouth as she sucks.

  It’s loud, but I’m not giving this up on the off chance that someone hears.

  I’ve always thought Kara was beautiful, but she’s even more stunning with a mouthful of cock. Her saliva coats my shaft, with thin trails of spit hanging from her mouth to my cock every time she comes up gasping for air.

  She runs her tongue up the shaft from base to tip where a salty hint of what is to come awaits her. The next time her lips wrap around my cock, I know it’s all over. I can’t last any longer. I hold her head in place and explode in her mouth. She swallows instantly, just as another jet of cum hits the back of her throat. I keep convulsing, each time with slightly less vigor until I eventually soften in her mouth.

  Kara runs her tongue over my cock so by the time I pull out it’s completely clean without a hint of cum to be seen. She wipes the drool from around her mouth with the back of her hand and I help her to her feet.

  “You’re incredible,” I say, kissing her firmly on the lips before she has a chance to reply.

  “I’ve never swallowed before. You taste good.”

  “Well, in that case, we make a great couple.”

  She smiles and tidies herself up while I do the same. We’re more than a great couple. We’re a perfect couple.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kara

  So this is what it feels like to have a job you love.

  Okay, maybe it’s not technically the job I love, so much as the experience of being at work and having sex on Damon’s desk, but there’s no need to get bogged down in technicalities.

  The only downside is that I’m more tired than usual. I’ve never been the exercising type, and the sex Damon and I are having is coming dangerously close to exercise. I fight a yawn back as I shove a granola bar into my mouth.

  “I’m going to see Mom tonight,” Samantha says, appearing behind me out of nowhere. How does she do that? “Are you coming?”

  I did promise Damon I’d ‘work late’ tonight, but Mom comes first. Besides, we can just fuck in
the afternoon.

  “Sure,” I reply. “I’ll be there.”

  “And will you be coming alone?”

  “Of course. I’m hardly going to bring Damon to see Mom in hospital.”

  “They’ve already met.”

  “Yes, thanks to you.” I still haven’t forgiven Samantha for that indiscretion, but I’m not as angry about it as I thought I would be. Mom doesn’t talk much these days, so she just sat and listened as Damon talked about his job and how much I help him out. He kept it professional so Mom doesn’t have any idea what we’re doing.

  “Mom knows you two are fucking,” Samantha says.

  Oh. “How?” I ask, raising my eyebrows in my best ‘I know you said something to her’ way.

  “Nothing to do with me.” Samantha holds her hands up defensively. “Well, apart from the bit where I invited him in to meet her. She figured out the rest. Mom might be ill, but she’s still sharp where it counts.”

  “What does she ‘know’ exactly? Does she think Damon and I are in a serious relationship?”

  “No, I subtly explained the concept of ‘friends with benefits’ to her.”

  “Oh God.”

  “She’s fine with it. Mom was young once too.”

  “I’m not going to be able to look her in the eyes tonight.”

  “She’ll be asleep most of the time anyway I expect. Look, you don’t need to feel guilty. You’re having fun. What’s wrong with that?”

  “Well, for one thing, he’s my boss.”

  “Yeah,” Samantha says slowly. “That’s not ideal I must admit. Still, I’d kill to be in your position.”

  So would most of the women at work, which is why none of them are speaking to me.

  “You don’t think I’m a slut who’s sleeping her way to the top?”