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Karen died on September 12th 1997. She had an archive of sexy stories. I
believe they are available at: ftp://asstr.ml.org, here's one of them.....
Storiesman
K A R E N' S S E X A R C H I V E
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Karen's Archive of
sexually explicit
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discerning reader.
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Archive-name: Affairs/screwed.txt
Archive-author: J. Uris Prudence
Archive-title: Screwed
J. Uris Prudence is the nom de plume of an attorney who
practices in the Milwaukee area. Previously specializing in criminal
cases, he has confined his practice to strictly family court matters
since this incident occurred.
$$$CREWED
I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes us
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 win only 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--dirt-ball husband in a
nearby town, remarried, not paying support for his kids--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 32, blonde medium length
hair and sexy, flirty blue 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, a nice round, full ass and her legs were slender with shapely
calves which were accentuated by her dark hose and 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 Mervin's, 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 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 two pre-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 damndest to give it to her before she left my 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 inconse-
quential, nor did she miss it. I told her that I was open to
suggestion regarding my fee, whereupon, with a playful smile, she slid
her chair forward wordlessly, and with a practiced hand, whipped down
my zipper, took my bloated sack in her right hand, skinned back my
foreskin with her left and plunged my throbbing cockhead into the hot,
delicious confines of her milking mouth without even the slightest
hesitation.
Her right 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 my calls. I also flicked the switch that activated the video
camera and microphone hidden behind the full length mirror next to my
desk.
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. I had been
going 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 re-
current 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, coupled with the unique
sensations put us on the home stretch, and she knew it. I stared at
her in fascination. This woman was not just giving head--she was a
professional cocksucker--a craftswoman without peer. And the sur-
prising 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 watched her face with fascination, watching my ever
burgeoning rod sliding between those carmined lips, she looked up at
me, and as a thrill of guilt ran through me, 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 back in
her mouth as I gave her what I'm sure was a strained smile and told
her she was doing great.
The stimulation of watching my cock disappear into her smile
as I complimented her 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 anymore added to the thrill of viewing this
'forbidden fruit'.
The thought that she had 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 suck 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, squeezing
the monstrous boob in my left hand, I wound my hand in her hair and
jerked her head back and forth, each time forcing more of my dick 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 stim-
ulation pushed me over the top, and with almost painful jets, I shot
a copious load of jism down her throat, my cock unbelievably huge and
purple looking, the orgasm without a doubt the best I'd ever exper-
ienced in a woman's mouth, 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 lips and swal-
lowed the remains of my wad. Then, squeezing up the length of my cock,
she forced up a final dollop of sperm, and looking at me, and squeezing
the huge drip onto her tongue, she let me watch her spread it around
her mouth and slowly and with a sensuous grin, swallowed the entire
thing. 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 brilliant 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 20 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 her 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 two made my cock start to stand up again. I didn't bother
to put it away.
Well, Karen, 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 gently 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 had brightened appreciably. 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, believe it or not, she was getting bolder, and came back with
$100.00. We finally settled on $75.00. 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 teenager, if
she'd had two 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 penetra-
tion--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 -- having her pay me an
extra $125.00 for the privilege--I guess you could call that the per-
fect day, if there is such a thing. And it became even more perfect
when I hung up the phone, and with ten teeth rattling (hers) jabs,
ejaculated what was left of my sperm directly into her uterus, as she
shrieked in orgasm and clenched her nylon covered legs behind my back,
doing her best to impale herself on my spurting member.
And when I pulled it out 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!
*
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 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 vitamins 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--and I sold it to a mail-order dealer in
amateur adult video for $500.00--except for the copy I loan to my
buddies when they have a stag party.
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 passable fuck.
I can't wait until the next time she decides to make her ex-husband
suffer. In my professional opinion, it's going to be a long, involved
case!!!
END.
In the morning I cast my net into the sea. I dragged up from the dark abyss
things of strange aspect and strange beauty - some shone like a smile, some
glistened like tears, and some were flushed like cheeks of a bride.
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