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 Behind Closed Doors by Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   She wasn't the most beautiful woman on earth.  I knew this from our
previous meeting, a much more formal encounter two weeks prior to today. 
At the moment however, she was probably the most important person in my
life, and I was as nervous as I could ever remember being as I waited for
her secretary to buzz me in.

   "You can go ahead now," the shrewish woman said to me moments after the
intercom on her desk chirped to life.  I nodded and headed down the short
hallway.  I breathed a sigh of relief as I spotted the thick oak door
guarding her office.  I knew the heavy barrier would be nearly soundproof
and I smiled, certain now that nothing we did would be audible to any
nearby staffers.

   "Come in," she called out almost immediately as I knocked on the door
and I wondered how I was able to hear her voice so well.  Was it possible
the room was not as private as I had hoped?  I began to panic and reached
out to turn the antique brass knob and was thankful to feel the door give
immediately as I leaned against it.  I felt my panic begin to abate as I
realized the door had not been completely closed.

   I walked in, half expecting to see a darkened office with thick carpets
and mahogany bookshelves full of the latest law reviews and dictionaries.
The utilitarian desk and computer were a bit of a letdown, but I quickly
focused all my attentions on the woman seated behind the desk.

   "You know why I'm here?" I asked nervously, knowing it would only take
the slightest misstep or the tiniest miscalculation on my part and I would
be in some seriously hot water.  But the risk was definitely worth it.  My
wife had made some outrageous claims about me and I thought it only
appropriate to defend myself, although I had to admit this was most
unusual.

   "I do," she said.  "You realize what you're asking me to do?"

   "Yes." I searched her face for answers, finding nothing.  My heart beat
rapidly in my chest as I imagined the horrible repercussions of my rash
inquiry.  A private consultation indeed.

   "Good," she said as a thin smile cracked her steely expression.  "Lock
the door." I nodded quickly as I turned to twist the lock shut.  Her eyes
remained focused on my face as I returned to the desk.  She pushed herself
back, the chair rolling silently on the thin carpet.  I gulped as she
raised her hand to me, sighing as I realized she was simply crooking a
finger in my direction to bring me closer.

   I walked around the desk and sucked in a breath when I realized she was
naked from the waist down.  I prepared to kneel and do my duty to clear my
name but froze when she again raised a hand.

   "I want to see what I'm getting into.  Or rather," she laughed, "what
will be getting into me." She ran her fingers over the bulge in my slacks.
I had been erect all morning, thinking about what might be and as she
grasped my shaft through the thin linen I hunched my hips, fucking her hand
with my cock.

   Her fingers made quick work of my belt and zipper and my slacks dropped
to the floor, pooling around my ankles.  As her soft pink lips enveloped my
stiff pole I found myself with the incongruous thought that she would have
to reapply her lipstick once we were finished.

   All thoughts were quickly driven from my brain as her tongue and lips
attacked my prick, seemingly attempting to suck the essence clean out of
me. Just as I was reaching the edge from which I would be unable to back
down, she released my prick and slumped back in her chair.  Her legs were
spread open to me and I could see her labia were already slippery and
swollen with her passion.

   I dropped to my knees between her widespread thighs, inhaling the scent
of her arousal as my hands ran up and down the smooth insides of her legs.
I looked up at her face for approval and received a frantic nod as I
dropped my lips to the wet flesh of her pussy.

   "Oh fuck yes," she moaned as my tongue dipped into her warm, wet folds.
She was sweet and tangy and I lashed again and again into her sweet nectar
as she panted above me.  I paused, running my fingers up and down the dewy
slit, drawing more moans of appreciation as I slipped a digit into the snug
sheath.  It was easily the prettiest pussy I'd laid eyes on, if not my
entire life than certainly during my entire married life.  The scent of her
arousal was powerful and thick in the air as I again bent my head to
worship between her thighs.

   My tongue quickly lashed out, teasing along the moist crease of her
womanhood.  Above me I heard her whimper as her passions overtook her
senses.  Suddenly she convulsed, her legs snapping around my neck, trying
to draw me closer.  I could taste the tangy juices as a new coating of her
musk leaked onto my tongue.

   "Oh God," she moaned as a small orgasm washed over her.  I attempted to
suck up as much of her juices as I could as she flooded my tongue with her
essence.

   I reached around to cup the firm cheeks of her ass in my hands, softly
kneading the supple flesh as I laved attention on her labia.  Her face
showed pure lust as I toyed with her erect clit to bring her to a higher
plateau.

   Her pubic area was soaking wet, the outer lips of her pussy spread wide
in anticipation of my penetration.  I stroked my cock with a free hand, the
idea of spreading her legs wide and pushing into her depths exciting me
more and more.  I knew I would enjoy burying my cock in her pussy, but for
the moment I was content to nibble at her tender lips.

   Another climax shook through her body, and I grinned, rubbing my face in
her juices as my cock twitched in my hand.  It was turning out to be my
most enjoyable, and potentially profitable fuck in many years.

   "Don't fool yourself.  I know what you're doing," she panted as she
gripped my hair in her hands.

   "What is that?" I asked.

   "You know you're just using me," she moaned as her legs clamped around
my head.  I felt her leg muscles twitch as she experienced another tiny
orgasm.

   "True," I grinned, my face damp with her slick oils.  "But what a way to
be used, right?"

   "Oh, a wiseguy, eh?" she said, sighing as I spread her labia, stroking
the petals of her inner lips with my sticky fingers, wet from her
secretions.

   "I guess.  Is it working?"

   "Fuck...  yes," she hissed as I thrust two fingers up her dripping
tunnel.  I began peppering her belly with tiny kisses as I stood, pulling
myself up from the death grip her legs still held on my neck.

   "Do you want me?" I asked.  "Do you want me to fuck you?  Do you want me
to make you scream?"

   "Oh God, stick it in me.  I don't care who hears me."

   "Good." I grinned and quickly stroked my cock to its full hardness.  As
I looked around the dusty room I wondered how many others had wanted to be
where I was.  I laughed as I thought of what I was doing, fucking two women
at the same time, one literally and the other metaphorically.

   "What?" she querried, looking up at me.  Her face spoke volumes and
without warning I speared through the slippery lips of her cunt and thrust
completely into her moist, wet center.

   I groaned as I felt the tip of my cock impact the back of her pussy.  I
was completely buried now and even before I moved I could feel her inner
muscles spasm around my shaft.

   We were both on edge, and the illicitness of our meeting only heightened
our arousal.  I knew I wouldn't last long.

   Slowly I pulled back, hissing with pleasure as her tight passage clamped
down on me, attempting to hold me inside.  My hands reached down, twisting
and pulling at her turgid nipples as she made little mewling noises as I
plunged back inside her liquid heat.

   I groaned now as with each thrust, my balls slapped against her ass.  My
brow was damp with sweat and I watched in fascination as a tiny bead of
perspiration dripped down from my nose, splashing against her smooth belly.
I followed it with my eyes as it slipped into the tiny dimple of her navel
and disappeared forever.

   "Shit!" I gasped.  With little warning I felt my orgasm rush up and
suddenly I felt myself begin to spurt my seed deep in her womb.  As my
climax came to an end, my thrusts slowed and became weaker, heightened only
by the onset of her last plateau.  Exhausted, I collapsed against her
chest, my energy sapped as I felt her soft breasts press into my chest.

   I breathed in her scent as her fingers ran lightly through my hair.

   I glanced at my watch, surprised to see our appointment was nearly at an
end.  I stood slowly, watching as her eyes followed the movement of my cock
as it slipped from her entrance, sticky with the remains of our lovemaking.
I shook my head in wonder, reflecting once again how fortunate I'd been in
the timing of my court appearance.

   I groaned as I stretched, knowing it was nearly time to meet my wife. 
Perversely, I hoped she would somehow be able to tell I had been here,
doing this.  It would serve her right, I thought, after so many years of
her putting me through hell.

   I pulled up my slacks and buttoned my shirt as the judge walked to the
door and donned her black robes.

   "You see what I mean, your honor?" I asked.  "I just don't see how
there's any way this could have been a sexual dysfunction on my part.  Any
marital problems we had in bed were clearly her fault" My wife was a frigid
bitch and it seemed her goal in life was to suck me dry of any and all
romantic feelings I might have had before we met.  I looked at the judge,
hoping for the reaction I thought I had earned.

   "Yes," she replied, rapidly nodding her head.  "I believe you're quite
correct." I smiled as I heard the best piece of news I'd received in many
years.

   "So what will this mean?" I asked, scarcely daring to breath.

   "Are you asking me to give a ruling in your case now?" the judge asked.

   "Of course not.  I'm sure that wouldn't be ethical.  But if you could
give me a hint as to what you might be thinking?"

   "A hint?"

   "That's all I ask."

   "Well, it bodes well for you based on your performance today.  This
would certainly be viewed in your favor and I'm certain that will be
reflected in the alimony hearing."

   "Thank you, your honor." Not wishing to overstay my welcome I backed out
of the office.  I closed the door behind me and practically waltzed down
the hallway.  I received a few unkind glares as I made an ass of myself as
I walked through the office and down to the building's main lobby.

   I sat on one of the benches, anxious now for the official meeting to
start and found myself whistling a happy tune while I waited for my
soon-to-be ex-wife.

   Sometimes the justice system works for those who need it most.

   Sometimes justice is blind.

   Other times the judge has a pussy that needs to be filled with my cock
and it doesn't hurt to ask for a meeting in her chambers, if you know what
I mean.
   The End