Futa Divorce Lawyer Collection

by Reed James

  “What are you two doing to me?” panted Jessamine. “I'm so turned on. Damn, my boyfriend's in the other room. We shouldn't do this.”

  “Because you love him?”

  “Yes!”

  “I love my husband,” Meaghan purred. “But I also love Priscilla's dick. It's the best. So thick. She's bigger than most men. She's huge and it feels amazing fucking my pussy.”

  Jessamine groaned, “Yes. Show it to me.”

  I stepped back. Jessamine turned around, pressing into Meaghan. My paralegal's arms went around Jessamine, cupping her breasts from behind. I slid my skirt up, the fabric caressing my thighs and hips, revealing my panties. My dick's tip popped out the waistband, thick and throbbing.

  “Damn,” Jessamine groaned as I shoved my panties down. “She's hung.”

  “She's a futa,” Meaghan moaned. “You'll love her cock fucking your pussy.”

  “What?” gasped Jessamine. “No, no. I couldn't.” Her eyes never left my cock. “I can't cheat on Bill.” But envy and desire burned in her eyes.

  The phone on her desk buzzed. She jumped and gasped, then broke from Meaghan's embrace. I let my cock shrink back into a clit—which was hard, I was so horny—and followed Jessamine. She picked up her phone.

  “Yes, Bill,” she answered, breathy.

  I grabbed her ass, squeezing, then pulled up her skirt.

  “Yes, yes, she's here,” Jessamine answered as I revealed a pair of pantyhose over a black thong buried into the cheeks of her ass.

  I shoved my hand into both, reaching for her pussy. She shuddered as I found her shaved, wet flesh. I shoved a finger into her depths. She let out an, “Uh-huh,” to cover her groan as my finger probed her depths.

  “I'll send her in, Bill.” She fumbled to set the phone back on the receiver, then she groaned, “What are you doing?”

  “Giving you a taste,” I purred, pulling my finger out of her pussy, her pantyhose snapping into place. I held them up. “You so want my cock.”

  “I don't,” she lied.

  “After the meeting, I'll be waiting in the silver Mercedes down in the parking garage for you.” I smiled. “I scheduled this meeting at the end of the work day for a reason.”

  She squirmed her hips. “What?”

  “I want to fuck you so badly,” I groaned. “And you want it, too. You want to feel my cock ream your naughty cunt.”

  “Please,” she gasped. “He's waiting.”

  “You will be there,” I promised her as I brought her fingers to my lips. I licked them, savoring her tart musk. “You want my cock.”

  “Bill's taking me to dinner tonight.”

  “Cancel. Make whatever excuse you have to.” I wanted to cuckold Mr. Woodward so badly. “Do not disappoint me.” I stroked her cheek.

  She shivered.

  I turned and strode to the office door, Meaghan following.

  The meeting with Mr. Woodward and his seven lawyers—yes, seven—went as I predicted. He was an alpha male, a man who had never let anything stand in his way. He blustered and harangued me while I faced down him and his lawyers, his financial papers spread out before me. When he heard my terms for the divorce, half his assets, his face went apocalyptic red.

  He tried to intimidate me, calling me young, inexperienced, toting all the lawyers he had at his disposal. It was so boring and predictable. I tried not to yawn through it while my clit ached. Tonight I would cuckold him. I would fuck his pretty, young lover.

  The love of his life.

  She would cum so hard on my cock. And Phoebe's.

  Mrs. Woodward would have her fun, too.

  The knowledge that Jessamine sat at her desk, her pussy on fire as she fought her desire to be fucked by me put a smile on my face. A smirk. I directed it at Mr. Woodward. It made him only angrier. Oh, how he blustered and railed.

  “My wife is delusional if she thinks she's getting so much as a dime from me now,” he said at the end of the meeting. He pounded his fist on the table. He was strong and fit. The man took care of himself. In my past life as a regular woman I would have been his mistress gladly.

  Now his anger seemed petulant. Childish.

  “She's an idiot to hire a third-string lawyer. Futa Law, what a joke. I'll crush your firm, too. Run you out of business.”

  My smile only grew. “Well, it has been quite the pleasure meeting you, Mr. Woodward. I so look forward to humiliating you.”

  I stood up as he shouted at me. Meaghan scurried after, her face pale. I strolled into the waiting area, giving Jessamine a smoky glance. She trembled and bit her lip, glancing at her lover as he followed after.

  “I will bury you,” he snarled. “You'll never find work. I'll have you blacklisted from every firm in the city.”

  “Oh, yes,” I purred, turning to face him. “Humiliating you will be so much fun. Have a good evening. I know I will.”

  My clit ached so hard.

  In the elevator, Meaghan let out an explosive breath. “How could you stand that?” she asked. “Listening to him bluster? I thought he would reach across the table and throttle you.”

  “Because I know his precious Jessamine's cunt will be on my cock or Phoebe's in an hour.”

  “And how will that help the case?”

  “Phoebe wants him humiliated,” I purred. “She has cameras set up. Mr. Woodward's cuckolding will be immortalized. Damn, I am so hard.”

  Meaghan licked her lips. “I could... suck you when we get to the car.”

  “No, no, you can go home. I have Jessamine for that.”

  Meaghan pouted and muttered, “I hope Martin can make me cum tonight.”

  “There's a hot lesbian club up the street,” I purred. “You can always find a new friend there.”

  Meaghan gave me a weird look as the elevator reached the lobby. It opened and she strolled out, her back stiff. She could be so prickly sometimes. Her parents really messed her up with religion, poor thing.

  I would sort her out later. Tonight, I had an asshole to cuckold.

  I called Phoebe as I waited, letting her know how the meeting went. She laughed in delight when I told her about Jessamine's reaction. Her throaty excitement made me so hard. My dick swelled. I pulled it out, stroking it as I waited in the parking garage, people streaming by as the workday ended. My dick ached. I didn't jerk off fast. I savored it, teasing myself, saving my pleasure for Jessamine.

  Fifteen minutes later, she appeared, her head casting about. I hit the horn. She jumped then hurried over to me. She opened the passenger door and climbed halfway in before she noticed my cock. She gasped, her eyes fixed on it.

  “That's why you're here,” I told her. “How did he take your cancellation?”

  “Not well,” she admitted. “I told him my sister had an emotional meltdown. Which she often does.” She squirmed. “He made me promise to see him later on tonight.”

  “Perfect,” I smiled.

  She shuddered. “He was so angry. He insisted that I give him a blowjob before leaving. The entire time he cursed you.”

  “You had to suck his little cock? Poor thing.”

  “It's how I got this necklace,” she smiled. “A little dick-tation goes a long way.”

  I threw back my head and laugh. “Well, I could use a little dick-tation right now. I bet it will wash away his nasty cum.”

  “It's why I spit,” she giggled then licked her lips. “I can't believe this is really happening. We're getting married as soon as the divorce is finalized. He even bought the ring. He just doesn't want me wearing it until it's over.”

  “Well, he won't know,” I plied, reaching out and brushing her weave. I seized it, pulling gently. She didn't fight it. She leaned over and engulfed my cock.

  It was a wonderful way to drive.

  It took more of my concentration as we weaved through the busy streets of Manhattan on our way to the Upper East Side and Phoebe's penthouse. Her mouth sucked and her tongue lashed the tip. My dick throbbed and ached in her warm mouth.

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nbsp; My feet could barely reach the pedals. I had to slide my seat back to give her head room to bob. But it was wonderful. She moaned and pressed her stocking-clad thighs together, the nylons rasping against each other. What a sweet sound.

  My pussy clenched with every suck. “Yes,” I panted, closing my eyes at stoplights. “That's it. Mmm, you are so good at taking dick-tation.”

  Sadly, Phoebe's building appeared before I came. I was so close, but there would be plenty of time for fun. Jessamine gasped as she watched my dick shrink into a little clit and my panties slid up. I winked at her.

  “I'm a witch.”

  “So you've bewitched me,” she grinned. “Is that why I'm so horny?”

  “Maybe,” I winked. “That and you want to feel my huge cock reaming your pussy.”

  She giggled and nodded her head as I pulled up to the curb before Phoebe's building. The doorman in a red uniform greeted us and he summoned a valet to park my car for me. It must be nice to live in a place like this.

  “You must be an amazing lawyer,” Jessamine gasped as we strolled to the elevator. “This place must cost a quarter million for an apartment.

  “It's not mine,” I grinned. “It's my client's.”

  Jessamine's eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, Mrs. Woodward?”

  The elevator dinged and I gave her a gentle push inside while winking at her. She trembled on the ride up. I gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear, “Relax. Her cock is just as big as mine. You'll love us both.”

  Jessamine let out a squeak of shock when the doors opened and Phoebe waited. The older woman, her body already lush and gorgeous before Aphrodite perfected her, stood in a pair of thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and nothing else, her huge dick thrust before her.

  “Oh, my god,” Jessamine gasped, her eyes bulging at the sight of Phoebe's cock. “Oh, my god, Mrs. Woodward, I...”

  “Love your cock?” I finished, giving her a push into the room.

  The girl nodded her head, her eyes wide. Phoebe beamed. She stroked her dick as her husband's lover stumbled closer. Victory danced in Phoebe's eyes. Her husband had scorned her for Jessamine, and now Phoebe would have the first taste of her revenge.

  Jessamine grasped Phoebe's cock, her dark fingers encircling the ivory shaft. Phoebe groaned as Jessamine stroked it. I smiled, my own dick hard in my panties again. It swelled on me when the elevator doors opened. I needed to control it better.

  But it was such a hot sight.

  I stripped as Jessamine groaned, her eyes fixed on the tip of Phoebe's cock. The Black girl stroked the older woman's cock. Phoebe groaned, her large, firm breasts jiggling. She let out purring moans then grabbed Jessamine's ass.

  “You're going to worship my cock tonight, right?”

  “Yes,” gasped Jessamine.

  “Because my dick is so much larger than my husband's?”

  “So much.”

  Phoebe licked her lips. “Priscilla, you are delivering on your promises. You are worth every penny that I'm paying you.”

  Naked, my dick and tits bobbing before me, I moved to Phoebe's side. “It's been my pleasure. Your husband is an ass and a bully.” I glanced at Jessamine. She licked her lips, hungry. “You should see her dick-tation skill.” I giggled again. I loved the pun. It was so stupid and lewd and wonderful all at the same time. “She practiced on me on the drive over.”

  “Dictation... oh...” Phoebe grinned. “Huh, slut? Are you good at that?”

  “The best,” Jessamine moaned. “That's why your husband gave me this necklace.”

  “Prove it,” Phoebe panted.

  Jessamine fell to her knees. She sucked the tip of Phoebe's thick dick into her mouth, her jaw stretching wide. Jessamine groaned as she bobbed her head, her right hand fisting the base of Phoebe's shaft.

  Her left hand grasped my dick.

  “Mmm, yes,” Phoebe groaned as she shuddered. “The slut's skilled.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, the tip of my dick pressing into Phoebe's thigh. “Are the cameras rolling?”

  Phoebe nodded.

  If Jessamine heard, she didn't care. She kept sucking, her obscene sounds filling my ears. My pussy clenched. Juices trickled down to my stockings. My nipples tingled. My left hand grasped my left nub, pinching and pulling it, shooting excitement down to my dick.

  Phoebe grasped my cock. She stroked it as her other hand gripped Jessamine's hair. The older woman's large breasts shook and jiggled as she fucked Jessamine's mouth. She drove her dick deep into the girl's hungry lips.

  “Oh, that's so good,” groaned Phoebe. “Mmm, she loves to suck my cock.”

  “It's such a wonderful cock,” Jessamine panted, momentarily popping her lips off Phoebe's dick. “I love it. I can't help sucking on it.”

  Jessamine engulfed the cock again and Phoebe moaned, her hand stroking harder at my dick. I was on the edge. I had come close to cumming on the car ride over. Jessamine's blowjob had been amazing. And now listening to the girl suck the cock of her lover's wife made my dick ache so badly. My pussy clenched and I groaned.

  “Suck her cock,” I gasped. “Suck Mrs. Woodward's cock harder than you ever sucked her husband's pathetic dick.”

  “He was so small,” groaned Phoebe. “A little thing compared to this monster.”

  Jessamine moaned her agreement.

  My dick's tip rubbed against Jessamine's cheek. Precum smeared across her light-chocolate skin. Phoebe strokes grew faster, teasing my cock. My pussy clenched. I pulled harder on my nipple while my right hand shoved past my cock and found my pussy.

  I fingered my wet snatch.

  I groaned as the pleasure floated through me. Beside me, Phoebe panted and Jessamine's mouth made the wettest, obscenest sucking sounds. She worshiped Phoebe's cock. The blonde, older woman groaned, her tits thrusting forward.

  “I'm going to flood her mouth, Bill,” she gasped. “Oh, yes. She'll drink down every drop.”

  “She spits his,” I panted, my pussy clenching on my fingers. I was so close to erupting. My dick throbbed. “But she'll drink yours all down.”

  “Oh, yes,” Phoebe gasped. “Keep sucking, slut. Keep nursing at my cock. I'll dump so much cum down your throat. Oh, yes.”

  Jessamine moaned, sucking louder. What a depraved sound. My pussy clenched on my fingers hard. My toes curled in my stockings.

  I came.

  “Aphrodite, yes!” I gasped as my dick erupted. My white cum spewed across Jessamine's dark cheeks, staining her in ropy delight. Thick strands of pearly jizz painted her face. The thickest parts ran down her cheeks.

  Every blast sent pleasure shooting through me. My pussy spasmed on my probing fingers. I groaned, my vision fuzzing. Such absolute delight burned through me. It reached my mind. I groaned as the last spurt of my cum boiled out of my ovaries and onto her cheek.

  “Oh, you drenched the slut,” panted Phoebe. “Damn, that was so hot. Keep sucking.”

  I ripped my fingers from my pussy. I smeared my juices on Phoebe's left nipple, the closest to me, painting her dark-red nub. It gleamed. I leaned over and sucked it into my mouth, savoring my tangy flavor.

  Phoebe released my cock and scooped up my cum from Jessamine's cheek. Phoebe brought her fingers to my lips. I popped off her nipple long enough for her to smear the salty jizz on her nub. A large glob clung to her nipple.

  My mouth watered.

  I latched on and sucked hard, savoring my jizz. My dick ached, still thrusting hard before me, eager for another cum. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple, quickly cleaning it of my jizz and then I pleased her.

  “Oh, yes,” Phoebe gasped. “Mmm, yes. Drink it all, slut. Oh, you're my slut now! Oh, Goddess, yes.”

  Her body shook as she came. Jessamine swallowed noisily, savoring every drop of Phoebe's jizz. I popped my lips from Phoebe's nipple and watched Jessamine's throat work. Her eyes squeezed shut, savoring the flavor.

  And then she popped her mouth off. “That was the best cum I've ever tasted.” She licked her lips. �
�Oh, fuck, I'm so wet.”

  “Someone needs hard dick,” I purred. “Big, thick, girl-dick.”

  “Yes!”

  “Why don't we strip her and fuck her hard,” groaned Phoebe. “Give the slut what she's been missing out by dating my husband.”

  I nodded in agreement.

  We fell on Jessamine like a pair of hungry cougars, ravenous for Jessamine's dark flesh. The buttons popped off the front of her blouse, spilling the silk open and revealing her chocolate breasts clad in a lacy, black bra.

  “He bought this for you,” purred Phoebe, stroking the strap before shoving her hand inside and claiming Jessamine's breast.

  “Yes,” Jessamine panted.

  We shoved down her bra, exposing her breasts. I sucked on a dark-brown nipple, nibbling and worrying it, bringing gasps from Jessamine. My dick throbbed as I loved her nipple. Phoebe pressed her tits into Jessamine's face.

  Jessamine latched on.

  “That's it,” groaned Phoebe, her hard cock rubbing against Jessamine's skirt, smearing the dark cloth with shiny precum. “Mmm, love my nipple. I have a big cock and big titties. I have everything a woman needs.”

  “Uh-huh,” Jessamine moaned around the fat, dark-red nipple.

  My cock throbbed with excitement. My hand slid lower. I found the zipper to Jessamine's skirt. I yanked it down. I popped my lips off her nipple to push her skirt off her hips. The fabric rolled, clinging to her thighs as she squirmed and moaned about Phoebe's tits.

  Dark pantyhose over a black thong. I groaned. I loved pantyhose. They were so silky and soft. I pressed my dick against her hip, the tip sliding across the nylon. The pleasure shot through me. My pussy clenched while my fingers reached her crotch. My nails scratched at the fabric over her thighs.

  Jessamine moaned and squirmed.

  Her flesh was so hot. I had to get at it. My fingernails tore. I shuddered at the sound of ripping nylon. I exposed her thong as I moved between her thighs. I ripped the fabric to the side, pressing it against her torn nylons, and leaned over to lick at her pink pussy.

  Tart juices coated my lips. I lapped through her folds. She bucked and squirmed as I dove into her folds. I licked and nuzzled. Drinking in all her delicious juices. Her thighs, still clad in her nylons, rubbed on my cheeks.