Straight Male / 43
It was my last appointment of the afternoon, and i just wanted to call it a day and go home. It had been one of the day. My day had been spent answering endless phone calls and talking with clients and potential clients. This isn't what I'd imagined my life would be like when i graduated from law school almost twenty years earlier, but life is like that. My last client was a guy who had injured his low back in an accidental fall at work. The fall resulted in a herniated disc, and he had severe pain shooting from his lower back down his left leg, a classic case of sciatica. He had been treated conservatively (pain killers, muscle relaxants, anti-inflammatories, physical therapy and had undergone a series of nerve block injections, none of which helped. He was scheduled for surgery by the neurosurgeon he had been referred to, but immediately upon finding out that he was going to have surgery, the workers' comp insurance carrier had him examined by one of their company doctors, who attributed the herniated disc to the aging process (even though the client hadn't ever had a back problem before his work accident) and without workers' comp coverage and having lost his Blue Cross health insurance, the poor guy couldn't have the surgery which would have hopefully allowed him to return to work. Same old bullshit. The rich get richer and the working man gets screwed. The insurance companies have no problems as long as they are collecting premiums, but when it comes to paying out benefits, forget about it.
Anyway, the guy shows up with his wife, a very pretty red head, also in her 40's. She was maybe 25 pounds overweight, but curved in all the right places. Her eyes were the color of gold, and she emanated sex. I couldn't take my eyes off of her large rounded breasts, or the nipples that were poking up through her black lacy bra, against her black silk blouse. Fuck, but she was hot. Every time I found myself hearing him drone on and on about his predicament, I would have to force myself from string at her breasts and look back at him, before sensing my gaze turn ever so slowly back to his wife. Her name was Gina and she was driving my crazy. Her lips were full and she had this habit of licking her lips, that was making me want to kiss her. Her husband stood to try to show me where in his back the pain started, and I walked around me desk, my dick already at half mast to make a show of seeing what he was talking about, but what I was really looking at was his wife's gorgeous thighs, her muscled calves, and her sexy, high arched feet shod in open toed mules, one of which dangled off of her big toe, bouncing up and down and making my hard on grow ever harder and more noticeable.
The guy was telling me how his left leg would collapse beneath him, how the shooting pain was driving him crazy, how he was beginning to have bladder control problems, a sequelae of the herniated disc. Gina then piped in, "Ralph, tell him how it's robbed you of your manhood." I looked askance at her and she immediately explained: "Ever since he hurt his back, he can't get hard any more. We don't have sex at all any more." I looked back at the husband and he bowed his head in shame, and muttered, "I'm sorry baby." i explained that this was a not infrequent residual of a herniated disc and that it would be important to have the surgery before the nerve damage became permanent. But, of course, in his case, he lacked the money, had no insurance coverage, and the neurosurgeon had demanded the money, several thousands of dollars up front. More thousands would be paid to the hospital, to the anesthesiologist, and for his medications, and they were tap city. What a fucking mess.
Gina said that they had made love often, sometimes several times a day, and now nothing. Fuck. Several times a day. I had to kiss my wife's rather prodigious rear end literally to get her to let me fuck her and even then months would go by without even a flash of her hairy pussy. By this time, poor Ralph was sobbing. I gently asked them whether they'd talked to his doctors about this. Gina interrupted, "He's tried Viagra, Cialis, the pump, injections into the base of his thin and none of works. It just sort of dangles there between his legs like a wet noodle." Fuck. She was brutal. I asked Ralph, "Have you tried to orally satisfy her or to use your fingers?" He remained silent as Gina piped in, "Ralph never was into eating pussy."
By this time, my dick was leaking pre-cum like a sieve. I had to bite my tongue from offering my mouth and tongue and lips to help her out. My secretary popped her head into my office to tell me everyone else had left and she was going home. I muttered goodnight to my secretary and began writing Ralph up, preparing a workers compensation application, having him sign a fee contract and medical authorizations. I stood to shake hands with him and I could feel my cock hard against the olive green of my Dockers. Gina's eyes took in the contour of my hardness against my crotch. I took her hand and smiled at her as Ralph limped out of my office. Gina called out after him, "Ralph just wait in the truck. I want to talk to Mr. Johnson privately. Ralph stumbled his way out of my office, his head bowed, quietly whimpering. All three of us knew how this little vignette would end, especially Ralph.
As the door closed behind him, Gina looked at my erection and said, "Looks like you have quite a wet spot on your pants." I stood next to her, close enough to smell her pussy, which had to be benched. I should have just shook he hand nd reassured her the her husband's case was in good hands. That's what an ethical lawyer would have done. That's what a good husband would have done. But I was neither. I had to have that pussy and I couldn't wait. I reached over and kissed her feeling her body rubbing against my hard-on. Her luscious mouth opened and my tongue sought out her tongue and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined, searching, wanting, needing. I reached underneath her skirt and pulled down her black lace panties. They were drenched and the sweet scent of pussy permeated the air. I kneeled at her feet as she lifted one leg over the chair to provide me with better access to her sopping pussy, and I probed her pussy, darting my tongue against her large protruding slitty and then lapping deeply into the well of her wet pussy, slurping her juices and wanting more. She had her hands in my hair, pulling it hard, pushing it against her overheated sex as ate pussy to my heart's content.
When I finally came up for air, she ripped the Dockers off of me and pulled me by my throbbing dick over to the sofa that stood across from my desk along the window the looked out over the boulevard that abutted the office. I pulled the pants off and rammed it into her, fucking her as long and as hard as I could, while she moaned and whimpered. She came again and again, a seemingly endless series of orgasmic explosions, until I finally shot load after load of cum deep inside her pussy. The office smelled like sex, that incredibly intoxicating perfume of sweat and pussy and cum. The sofa which was covered in chintz was sopping wet where her lovely butt had laid. Gina got her panties back on and tried to straighten her skirt and blouse. Her makeup was smeared, her mascara had run. "How do I look?" she asked me. "You look like you've just been fucked," I responded. Even unethical lawyers sometimes tell the truth. She laughed. "Nothing Ralph hasn't seen before." I cringed. That poor fuck. His wife was fucking around on him without even trying to hide it. She ridiculed him about his limp dick. And now his lawyer had betrayed him, too. I felt like a heel. How could I have fucked the man's wife? While walking out of the office, Gina turned and said, "You know I need to be kept abreast of developments in Ralph's case. Perhaps I can have a standing appointment every Thursday evening, after the staff has left, of course." "Of course," I responded. I wouldn't hav it any other way. My face, dick and balls reeked of her pussy. After she left, I stared at her as she walked away. As she approached the truck, she turned and smiled at me and waved bye-bye, ss Ralph looked on.
There was a time when I would have fought off such sexual advances. A time when i was true to my wife and true to the ethical canons of my profession, but those times were long gone. I enter the bathroom and began washing y face and then my crotch. As I stood there wiping my face, I looked at the guy in the mirror, and although I no longe recognized him, deep down inside, I knew it was the crumb the I'd become. I also knew that I would bu fucking sweet Gina again and again and again. When on the following morning, my secrecy asked me if I'd signed up the last appointment, I smiled at her, and said, "Yes. He has a very good case." Very good for Gina and me, but Ralph? Who was thinking about Ralph anyway.
Anyway, the guy shows up with his wife, a very pretty red head, also in her 40's. She was maybe 25 pounds overweight, but curved in all the right places. Her eyes were the color of gold, and she emanated sex. I couldn't take my eyes off of her large rounded breasts, or the nipples that were poking up through her black lacy bra, against her black silk blouse. Fuck, but she was hot. Every time I found myself hearing him drone on and on about his predicament, I would have to force myself from string at her breasts and look back at him, before sensing my gaze turn ever so slowly back to his wife. Her name was Gina and she was driving my crazy. Her lips were full and she had this habit of licking her lips, that was making me want to kiss her. Her husband stood to try to show me where in his back the pain started, and I walked around me desk, my dick already at half mast to make a show of seeing what he was talking about, but what I was really looking at was his wife's gorgeous thighs, her muscled calves, and her sexy, high arched feet shod in open toed mules, one of which dangled off of her big toe, bouncing up and down and making my hard on grow ever harder and more noticeable.
The guy was telling me how his left leg would collapse beneath him, how the shooting pain was driving him crazy, how he was beginning to have bladder control problems, a sequelae of the herniated disc. Gina then piped in, "Ralph, tell him how it's robbed you of your manhood." I looked askance at her and she immediately explained: "Ever since he hurt his back, he can't get hard any more. We don't have sex at all any more." I looked back at the husband and he bowed his head in shame, and muttered, "I'm sorry baby." i explained that this was a not infrequent residual of a herniated disc and that it would be important to have the surgery before the nerve damage became permanent. But, of course, in his case, he lacked the money, had no insurance coverage, and the neurosurgeon had demanded the money, several thousands of dollars up front. More thousands would be paid to the hospital, to the anesthesiologist, and for his medications, and they were tap city. What a fucking mess.
Gina said that they had made love often, sometimes several times a day, and now nothing. Fuck. Several times a day. I had to kiss my wife's rather prodigious rear end literally to get her to let me fuck her and even then months would go by without even a flash of her hairy pussy. By this time, poor Ralph was sobbing. I gently asked them whether they'd talked to his doctors about this. Gina interrupted, "He's tried Viagra, Cialis, the pump, injections into the base of his thin and none of works. It just sort of dangles there between his legs like a wet noodle." Fuck. She was brutal. I asked Ralph, "Have you tried to orally satisfy her or to use your fingers?" He remained silent as Gina piped in, "Ralph never was into eating pussy."
By this time, my dick was leaking pre-cum like a sieve. I had to bite my tongue from offering my mouth and tongue and lips to help her out. My secretary popped her head into my office to tell me everyone else had left and she was going home. I muttered goodnight to my secretary and began writing Ralph up, preparing a workers compensation application, having him sign a fee contract and medical authorizations. I stood to shake hands with him and I could feel my cock hard against the olive green of my Dockers. Gina's eyes took in the contour of my hardness against my crotch. I took her hand and smiled at her as Ralph limped out of my office. Gina called out after him, "Ralph just wait in the truck. I want to talk to Mr. Johnson privately. Ralph stumbled his way out of my office, his head bowed, quietly whimpering. All three of us knew how this little vignette would end, especially Ralph.
As the door closed behind him, Gina looked at my erection and said, "Looks like you have quite a wet spot on your pants." I stood next to her, close enough to smell her pussy, which had to be benched. I should have just shook he hand nd reassured her the her husband's case was in good hands. That's what an ethical lawyer would have done. That's what a good husband would have done. But I was neither. I had to have that pussy and I couldn't wait. I reached over and kissed her feeling her body rubbing against my hard-on. Her luscious mouth opened and my tongue sought out her tongue and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined, searching, wanting, needing. I reached underneath her skirt and pulled down her black lace panties. They were drenched and the sweet scent of pussy permeated the air. I kneeled at her feet as she lifted one leg over the chair to provide me with better access to her sopping pussy, and I probed her pussy, darting my tongue against her large protruding slitty and then lapping deeply into the well of her wet pussy, slurping her juices and wanting more. She had her hands in my hair, pulling it hard, pushing it against her overheated sex as ate pussy to my heart's content.
When I finally came up for air, she ripped the Dockers off of me and pulled me by my throbbing dick over to the sofa that stood across from my desk along the window the looked out over the boulevard that abutted the office. I pulled the pants off and rammed it into her, fucking her as long and as hard as I could, while she moaned and whimpered. She came again and again, a seemingly endless series of orgasmic explosions, until I finally shot load after load of cum deep inside her pussy. The office smelled like sex, that incredibly intoxicating perfume of sweat and pussy and cum. The sofa which was covered in chintz was sopping wet where her lovely butt had laid. Gina got her panties back on and tried to straighten her skirt and blouse. Her makeup was smeared, her mascara had run. "How do I look?" she asked me. "You look like you've just been fucked," I responded. Even unethical lawyers sometimes tell the truth. She laughed. "Nothing Ralph hasn't seen before." I cringed. That poor fuck. His wife was fucking around on him without even trying to hide it. She ridiculed him about his limp dick. And now his lawyer had betrayed him, too. I felt like a heel. How could I have fucked the man's wife? While walking out of the office, Gina turned and said, "You know I need to be kept abreast of developments in Ralph's case. Perhaps I can have a standing appointment every Thursday evening, after the staff has left, of course." "Of course," I responded. I wouldn't hav it any other way. My face, dick and balls reeked of her pussy. After she left, I stared at her as she walked away. As she approached the truck, she turned and smiled at me and waved bye-bye, ss Ralph looked on.
There was a time when I would have fought off such sexual advances. A time when i was true to my wife and true to the ethical canons of my profession, but those times were long gone. I enter the bathroom and began washing y face and then my crotch. As I stood there wiping my face, I looked at the guy in the mirror, and although I no longe recognized him, deep down inside, I knew it was the crumb the I'd become. I also knew that I would bu fucking sweet Gina again and again and again. When on the following morning, my secrecy asked me if I'd signed up the last appointment, I smiled at her, and said, "Yes. He has a very good case." Very good for Gina and me, but Ralph? Who was thinking about Ralph anyway.
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