Hard Lawyer

by Liam Foster

  “I used to have Criminal Procedure classes in here. I hated the professor. Complete asshole.”

  “So why are we here?” I have a feeling I know the answer to that question.

  Damon smiles and holds my hand as we walk down the steps to the lectern at the bottom.

  “You ever want to be a law professor?” Damon asks, motioning to the lectern.

  “Not at all,” I reply. I stand at the lectern anyway. It does feel quite empowering, but I’d be terrified if there were a hundred students in here listening to me.

  Damon stands behind me and reaches round, giving my breasts a firm squeeze.

  “You look good up here,” he whispers in my ear, before kissing my neck.

  “You just want to fuck me against the lectern, don’t you?”

  “Do you have a problem with that?”

  I grab one of his hands and slide it down between my legs. “Does it feel like I have a problem?”

  Damon lifts my skirt and slides a couple of fingers under my panties. “It feels like you really enjoyed listening to me talk about M&A law.”

  I reach behind and give his cock a squeeze. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

  I still play the submissive role more often than not, but this isn’t the time for that. I need his cock. Now.

  Damon unzips his pants and presses the hard flesh of his cock against my ass. I lean forward, hands gripping the lectern, as I brace myself for his cock.

  “I’m not used to you wearing panties,” he says, as he slides them to one side and buries his cock deep inside me.

  I groan as he fills me. It doesn’t hurt anymore when he enters. I’m in ecstasy from the moment his head parts my lips to the second his balls slam against my ass.

  He grabs my hair, pulling me back into him as his other hand reaches around to play with my clit.

  “You’re going to come all over my cock,” he commands. “And I’m going to fill up your pussy. Then we’re going to go and talk to the other lawyers and drink the cheap wine they’ve put out. You’re going to be thinking about my cock the entire time.”

  I’m always thinking about his cock. I haven’t made it through a single lecture without wishing he would burst through the door and bend me over. I don’t even care if other people watch. Not if I get his cock in me.

  “Harder,” I moan. He’ll punish me later for being so demanding. Thinking of my punishment just makes me even hornier. My excitement is already dripping down the inside of my leg and there’s much more where that came from.

  Damon rubs my clit harder and moves his other hand to my throat, choking me gently and making my face turn even redder.

  I look down at the wooden lectern and remember the first time I bent over Damon’s desk for a spanking. The image sends me over the edge.

  “Fuck,” I whimper through my constricted throat. “Coming.”

  Damon lets go of my throat and the air rushes in, triggering an orgasm that I can’t keep quiet. I groan like a wild animal as Damon thrusts in deep and empties himself inside me.

  My legs shake uncontrollably. I can barely stand let alone walk.

  Damon carries me over to the student seats and kisses me hard on the lips. I’m too exhausted to kiss him back.

  “I never tire of feeling you come,” Damon whispers.

  “Me neither,” I reply, through heavy breaths. We often fuck in the morning, because I like nothing better than going to school full of his cum. Some students drink coffee. Some probably take drugs. I get a dose of cock and cum. Better than coffee any day, and safer than drugs.

  “Alright, let’s go,” Damon says, helping me to my feet.

  My legs are still weak, but at least they’re not shaking now.

  “Let’s go do some networking, Ms. Ellsworth.”

  Epilogue

  Damon - Fifteen Months Later

  I hated my law school graduation. We’d been packed into a badly air-conditioned auditorium on a hot day in May. I spent the entire time sweating under my robes and couldn’t wait until it was all over.

  This one’s different. First, they’ve fixed the air conditioning. Second, I’m not the one wearing the robes.

  Kara’s row stands up and joins the line to collect their diplomas. I wave as she looks for us in the stands but she doesn’t see us. Not until Samantha yells out anyway.

  “Kara.”

  She sees us and smiles just long enough for her mom to snap a picture. We watch Kara move up the line until she collects her diploma on the stage. There’s a loud cheer from Samantha and a couple of Kara’s law school friends in the crowd. Her first year at school was rough and she spent most of it alone in the library desperately trying to get decent grades and prove to herself and others that she deserved to be at Stanford.

  Her grades placed her in the top 20% and after that she could relax and socialize a little more. She’d stay another year if she could.

  “Does this mean there’s officially a lawyer in the family?” Theresa asks.

  “She has to pass the bar first,” I reply. “But that’s almost a formality for someone like her.”

  Kara will pass the bar easily, but she’s still lined up three months of intense study, during which time I am only allowed to see her three nights a week. She initially banned morning sex and lunchtime quickies, but that only lasted a week. Turns out sex helps her study.

  Hopefully my plans for this evening won’t prove to be too big a distraction. I touch my inside chest pocket to make sure the box is still there.

  “You nervous?” Samantha asks.

  “Me? Why would I be nervous?”

  “You keep checking your pocket. You wouldn’t happen to have a small box in there would you?”

  “Don’t tell Kara.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  She would. Samantha is terrible at keeping secrets. She even built a gossip app when she first got into software development. Fortunately, she turned her talents to a more productive project and developed an app that helps women who have been victims of revenge porn. There’s not exactly a lot of money in it, but there are still a few investors in Silicon Valley who will throw money at charitable projects. Not many, but a few.

  “Can you and your mom make yourselves scarce after dinner?” I ask Samantha.

  “We’re used to making ourselves scarce around you two,” she replies.

  “Thanks.”

  “So how are you going to do it?”

  “I have no idea. It was sort of a last minute decision to do it today.”

  Truth is, I could have done it at any point in the last two years and it would have felt completely natural. Ever since I first told Kara I loved her, I’ve known I was going to marry her. There’s never been one second of doubt. We’ve had a few arguments over the years, but they were more about relieving tension and were over as quickly as they begun. I think some of them were just an excuse for awesome make up sex.

  The graduation ceremony carries on for another couple of hours until we’re finally free. Kara’s talking with friends but that doesn’t stop her running over the second she sees me.

  “It’s hot under here,” she moans, waving her gown to get some air flowing.

  “You can take it off now,” I reply.

  “No, she can’t,” her Mom says quickly. “Not until I’ve taken photos.”

  Kara rolls her eyes, but I know she’s enjoying it. She passes me her purse to hold and kisses me on the cheek. “Won’t be long. Oh, and just so you know, I’m not wearing any panties.”

  I stand there open-mouthed as Kara walks off with her Mom to take photos in front of a statue.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Samantha asks.

  “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

  Eventually, Samantha and I join Kara for some family photos. We’ll be a real family soon enough if tonight goes as planned.

  “Ah, peace and quiet,” Kara says with an exhausted sigh as Samantha and Kara’s mom head back home. “That was a long day.”


  My heart’s racing as I kiss Kara on the cheek. It takes a lot to make me nervous.

  “You sure you don’t want a drink?” I ask, pulling away from Kara before she notices my heart pounding hard in my chest.

  “No thanks. I’ve got to start studying for the bar exam bright and early tomorrow morning.”

  “You should take a few days to have fun.”

  “You mean I should spend the day in bed with you.”

  “If you insist,” I reply. “You’ve already got a job lined up, remember.”

  “And they’ll fire me if I fail the bar exam.”

  “They’d be mad to fire you. Will you get your own office?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Well… it might be fun to have a change of scenery.”

  Kara smiles and it’s impossible not to kiss her again. My hands run down her side and I suddenly remember she’s been walking around all day without any panties on.

  “If we do it in my office,” Kara says, “does that mean I would be the one to do the spanking?”

  “No, it doesn’t. You need to be punished for daring to suggest that.”

  Kara immediately bends over the table and lifts her skirt. She enjoys receiving as much as I enjoy giving.

  “Have you been a naughty girl today?” I ask.

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve been thinking about your dick all day. I’ve had lots of naughty thoughts.”

  She gasps loudly as I smack her right ass cheek, leaving behind a red handprint.

  “Are you going to obey me in future?”

  “Maybe.”

  I leave a matching handprint on her left ass cheek. Her gasp is orgasmic.

  “Let’s try that again. Are you going to obey me in future?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” I reach inside my suit jack and grab the small box. “Because I have another question.” I take the ring out and place it gently between her ass cheeks. “Kara Ellsworth, will you marry me?”

  She looks over her shoulder at me. She thinks I’m joking until she sees me drop to one knee.

  “If I say yes, will you still spank me?”

  The perfect answer. I grab the ring from her ass cheeks and place it over her finger.

  “I love you, Kara.”

  “I love you too.” We kiss until Kara pulls away. “I wasn’t kidding about the spanking.”

  “With pleasure, Ms. Ellsworth.”

  THE END

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