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From prverted@aol.comFri Sep 22 17:57:31 1995
Date: 22 SEP 1995 16:56:16 -0400 
From: PRVerted <prverted@aol.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Attorney/Client Privilege M/F 

This story was originally published in Screw magazine about five years 
ago under a nom de' plume, so the original author, unless he or she comes 
forward, shall probably be forever unknown.  In fact, who cares?  But the 
story, in which a male attorney takes sexual advantage of his female
client, is well written and supposedly true.  Enjoy.


Attorney/Client Privilege
by
Attorney P. Rick

 I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes 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 only win 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--reluctant husband in a 
nearby town, remarried, not paying for his three kids by my client--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, and though she
had a kind of typically wide forty year old ass which I don't mind at all,
her legs were slender with shapely calves which were accentuated by her 
dark hose and plain 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 slight 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 
three 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 
damnedest 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, reached 
into my boxers, took my bloated sack in her left hand, my rapidly 
elongating shaft in her right and plunged my throbbing cockhead into the 
hot, delicious confines of her pretty mouth without even the slightest 
hesitation.   Her left 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 slimily 
from the tip of my cock, then just as it was about to run down the 
underside of my quivering cock, 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.  The sensation caused me to hunch forward, mouth open in 
silent lust and grab her dark hair as I hovered on the brink of filling
her mouth with the rest of my genetic treasure.  Like a professional, she 
sensed my impending crisis, and squeezed the base of my cock to calm my 
twitching, leaking prostate.  

 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.  My intention had been 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 over the last week, coupled with the unique sensations she was 
evoking from my reproductive system, put us on the home stretch.  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 stared at her with erotic fascination, as turned on by watching 
my ever burgeoning rod sliding between those carmined lips as I was by 
the sensation, she looked up and locked eyes with me.  A hot flush of 
pleasurable, adulterous guilt ran through me momentarily as 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 OK.  I could see the momentary flicker of 
disappointment in her eyes that I hadn't been more effusive in my 
compliments.  But I knew that this technique would cause her to redouble 
her efforts to give me pleasure.  I'd learned long ago never to tell a
woman she was doing great when she was sucking your cock.  Introduce a little 
doubt in their minds and they'll outdo themselves getting you off every 
time.  OK, so I'm a manipulative prick.  But I was getting sucked off, 
wasn't I?

 The stimulation of watching my cock disappear into her smile as she 
renewed her efforts 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 
(including my wife, who absolutely refused to wear them) anymore added 
to the thrill of viewing this 'forbidden fruit'.  

 The thought that she might have 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 movement of her mouth, lips and 
tongue 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 on the edge of my ornate 
oak desk, squeezing the monstrous boob in my left hand, I wound my hand 
in her hair and jerked her head back and forth roughly, 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 squirted a copious load of jism 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.  

 I came, and instead of pulling away or choking like most women do, 
she increased the suction and compression of her lips, so the that sperm 
was literally drawn from me, leaving my prostate with nothing to do but 
spasm and convulse repeatedly and pleasurably as it forced more and more 
sperm up from my balls.  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 spermy lips and 
swallowed the remains of my load.  Then, squeezing up the length of my 
still hard 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 glob onto her 
tongue, she let me watch her spread it around her mouth and slowly and 
with a sensuous grin, swallowed the entire thing.  I could actually hear 
her swallow it!!   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 30 minutes, and that we 
were almost through the lunch hour.  Quickly, I refigured her bill.  I'd need 
to get paid for that extra hour now, and--what the hell--she'd just had a 
high protein diet 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 half hard cock start to stand up again.  I didn't bother to put it
away.
 
 "Well, Mrs. X, 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  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 seemed satisfied with that.  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, she was 
getting bolder, and she countered with $150.00.  We finally settled on 
$100.00.  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 three kids, my hat is off to the doctor who took the stitches.  And 15
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 wearing 
stockings--on my office desk, and having her pay for the privilege--I 
guess you could call that the perfect day. 

 My client gave me a dirty smile as I, with my cock pressed tightly 
against her uterus, twitching on the brink of another mega orgasm, told 
my wife "I love you too, honey" and hung up the phone.  The absolute 
dissoluteness of what I'd just done made me lose control and with ten 
teeth rattling (hers) jabs, I threw my head back, closed my eyes, gritted 
my teeth and with an uncontrollable groan I'm sure my secretaries heard, 
ejaculated what was left of my sperm directly into her uterus, as she 
popped her cork with a breathless "Ohhhhh myyyyyyy Godddddd" and 
clenched her nylon covered legs behind my back, doing her best to impale 
her self on my spurting member.  With her legs on my shoulders like that, 
every inch of me was buried in her when I came, and the pleasurable was 
indescribable.  My wife never let me in that deep.  I collapsed on top of
her and just basked in the afterglow, my cock still twitching slightly and 
the sperm dribbling into her inundated cunt.  

 When I pulled it out after about five minutes 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! 
I was still half hard when she left, and my secretaries gave me knowing 
glances when I showed her to the door and watched her leave with her 
stomach and pussy full of my seed.  I knew that I would have to have the 
bitch again, and made a notation on my calendar to research other legal 
avenues I could help her pursue to recover her back support and alimony.  
Of course, it would cost her.  Good legal representation does not come 
cheap.

 Oh, yeah.  You'll love this.  It so happens that I play racquetball 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 two of 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 vitamin 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--but 
her's was clearly visible as I blew my wad in her mouth--you could even 
see her cheeks puff out for a moment until she regained control of my 
squirting cock--and I sold it to a mail-order dealer in amateur adult
video for $500.00.  

 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 great fuck.  I can't wait
until I can talk her into going after her ex-husband again.  In my 
professional opinion, it's going to be a long, involved case!!!
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