Attorney-Client Privilege
Dolly sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger toward Don Becker in a “come hither” motion. Don obeyed, and her touch was his command as she put her hands out to stop him, and hold him in place when he arrived in front of her. Don stood as Dolly looked up at him, gently raising his cock to her lips, and she licked the head, swirling her tongue around the circumcised rim, then dragged her nails along the underside of his balls. Dolly’s blue eyes looked up into Don’s eyes, and he nodded his head “yes” and held her long blonde hair, running his fingers through it, as Dolly’s focus on Don’s cock inspired her mouth to thoroughly coat his cock with saliva, adding hand strokes, taking her time, reviving his sex stick so that she could feel it within her soon to be divorced pussy.
He began to fuck her mouth. Hadn’t fucked a woman’s mouth in so long. Law school? College maybe? Polite perfunctory oral, for purposes of helping achieve erection and then nothing more, had been part of his marriage. Years earlier, that is. Not now. And never as receptive to allowing him to truly thrust, pump, and fuck his cock into the marital mouth at home. But Dolly wanted her mouth to be fucked. She opened her throat. Teeth apart, no contact between her teeth and his slowly but surely resurrecting dick. Her lips all over, back and forth, tight enough to create pressure but not friction. And the tease of her tongue now dancing along the tenderest flesh on the underside of his shaft. Moaning, wordless moaning as she continued to vary the pressure of her mouth on his cock, back and forth, more and more slick.
Don’s hands left her silky hair, found their way to her breasts, and gradually his handling of her breasts advanced to harder nipple tweaking, full hand mashing and squeezing. She liked it, her body longed to be touched, sexually, played with. Dolly was lubricating quite nicely between her legs again, and she reached down with one hand to touch herself just right. Her finger’s twitch, speed, targeting to her inside pleasure spot, as Don moved a hand to the back of her head as he fucked her mouth even harder….
She smiled as his dick emerged from the wonderfully warm, pleasure palace that was her mouth. Dolly laid back and reached for a condom from her night stand, and as she did Don admired her washboard abs as her body tensed and flexed from her reaching and extension. He knelt and allowed his tongue to approach the arousing aroma of sex from her womanhood. She was beyond wet. Her body was fully prepared, by nature, to be fucked. Dolly closed her eyes as Don gently sucked on her clit, then again ran his tongue along her slit, gently taking her large labia between his own lips, smearing her fluids on his own facial lips. A nice warmup, but she wanted to be penetrated. Filled. Fucked. To squeeze her pussy muscles and feel a cock inside her being gripped, held, possessed. She ripped the foil packet open, took the condom in her hand. Don’s hands once again explored her hard body flat stomach, runner’s legs. Her ass could probably take a lump of coal into it and produce a diamond.
“Get on this bed. I need to put this on that tasty cock of yours so you can fuck where you’re licking.” Not a request. A demand. “Yes ma’am” was Don’s response. He was close to ready. A few more mouth strokes from Dolly took his the rest of the way there, and then she unrolled the condom onto his cock, and positioned herself above him, holding his cock in place as she lowered her wet, hungry pussy onto the condom covered cock head that was so eager to go inside her. In a series of strong hip pumps, she gradually took more and more of him into her. Then his pubic bone was pressed up against her smooth, hairless pussy, his own pubic hair becoming coated with her excess flow of her body’s fragrant juices. And her up and down pumping, assisted by her powerful legs, as she rested on flat feet above him. Dolly’s hands maintaining her balance on his chest. Her middle fingers and thumbs tweaking his nipples. Don wasn’t used to having his nipples played with. And he instantly found that by doing this to him, Dolly was advancing his stage of erection from hard to “on the clock and cum shot approaching”.
Don would have closed his eyes and vanished into pleasure town, but he didn’t want to miss a glimpse of this dream of fitness and sex moving above him. Dolly used remarkable body control, balance, and flexibility, in using all of her limbs to find every one of his pleasure zones.
“Please….” was all he could say. So she did.
Dolly applied the condom to the tip of his straining, suffering cock, aching to be buried in a warm, tight fuck tunnel. She used her mouth, tight against the contours of his cock, to push the condom over his cock, down the shaft. Her oral application complete, she leaned forward, kissing Don, and his lips tasted the condom manufacturer’s lube. “Sorry,” she said, “my mouth tastes like condom.” “its fine, baby, it’s my condom” was Don’s reply to Dolly.
She mounted him, taking him into her heated body in one swift strong downward push. Don’s mind went to a new level of disbelief. His cock was inside Dolly, and she was now pumping her pelvis and finding her speed for cock riding. Dolly closed her eyes, she loved the first couple minutes of a new cock in a special way. Another man’s desire’s fulfilled. Another fantasy she had made come true. Another man showing that she was the object of his desire. As Dolly fucked Don, their lusts, not emotionally targeted to each other, found their physical answers. She had captured this man, and he had been accepted by her.
Her breasts felt firm in his hands. Her nipples so responsive. He had no previous experience with augmented breasts. They felt so … sexy, so much like he was actually having sex with a porn star, or a Playboy centerfold. He’d been with few women before his wife, and none of a sexual caliber anywhere close to Dolly. But then, very few women who had been with any man were on a par with Dolly.
He moved his hands next to run up and down her thrusting, straining legs. Dolly’s legs were lean, unlike any he’d ever felt. His mind strained to recall a high school cheerleader he’d dated. She could do flips. But she was a teenager, and these were a woman’s legs, many years of conditioning beyond any he’d been between. But nice to think back to his cheerleader dating days. And so hot to realize they didn’t measure up to Dolly, not at any part of his body.
Dolly sensed Don was close in spite of his earlier pleasure. She was right. She paused. “Do you want to fuck my ass now? I want you up inside me”
She may have fucked him hard and fast in one thrust, but she rose off him in amazingly slow fashion. Moved to the edge of the bed, and pointed to where Don could find a squeeze tube of coconut oil. “Cover my asshole, baby, all over, push it inside me, grease me all up with that. Then fuck my ass. Start slow and I’ll show you” Don did as he was told. His first anal. She gave him push by push directions, when to slow, when to stop, and then when to go. And go he did.
He didn’t last long. She didn’t expect him to. She loved that his eyes looked so dazed when he collapsed next to her after his barely stifled straining groan announced his seed filling the condom. He slid out, and Dolly embraced him. They both needed another shower. The scent of the lube covered most of the air they were breathing. She loved that her ass was so desired. Don was well networked. He was wealthy, had a great life. He’d put it all at risk to be with her. God how she loved that. Why the fuck wasn’t her body enough to make her stupid husband perform sexually? Didn’t matter anymore. His underperformance wasn’t her problem any longer.
They showered together again, soaping and rinsing each other, enjoying the intimate nature of the shower, but not engaging in additional sex. That had been completed in the bed. When they toweled off again, Dolly put on a short satin robe, it was about half-closed. She looked amazing, freshly fucked, freshly anally fucked, and that fucking had been done by Don. As he dressed, his small talk moved to Dolly’s case. She shut him down. “Do that with Liz, I’m paying her well. Actually, you can put that in the agreement too, have my husband pay Liz’s bill. Settling today saved him millions, and you know that, don’t you?”
“I do. I shouldn’t ask, but…” Don began.
“Go ahead….”
“Was it your plan all along to say all that today? You could have said so at the beginning.”
“Don, that’s a question I can’t answer. All I know is, it’s done, and we’ve fucked now, too. This was fun, this was nice, Thank you, Don, and you could have said no and not let me seduce you. And I needed to celebrate today, and you made it happen.”
“I can’t believe you’re thanking me!” he laughed. “And who are you kidding? No man can say no to you. I didn’t have a choice. But, I do have a family.”
Dolly smiled. Don was finishing putting his tie on, and she helped him with his suit jacket. She extended up on her tip-toes, and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Go home to that family, Don. Call me sometime when this is all done, we can have a private sequel. I don’t need to be a public slut any more than my husband wanted to be a public limp dick whose wife was fucking his teammates. So our secret here today is safe, baby, we’re in it together. But you and I don’t make sense to be too regular together, do we now?”
Don shook his head. “I’m not sure I know which end is up, Dolly, but I love my family and thank you for making me so happy today, and then sending me home to be happy with them. Maybe we’ll have a sequel, or maybe just a cup of coffee along with Liz when the agreement gets signed. I have no idea right now. You take care, I’ll see you in a professional manner in about two or three weeks.”
Dolly squeezed his cock through his pants one last time. He turned, and went to the door. “Say Dolly,” he asked as he opened the door, “which of his teammates did you fuck?”
Dolly smiled. “Let’s just say, Don, that now that you and I had such a nice fuck together today, you know it isn’t true.”
“What’s not true? What? Did you never fuck his teammates? This was all a con?”
She laughed and pulled her robe a bit more closed, the laughter caused it to start to fall open. “No, not a con. But that line about once you go black, you never go back? Not true. You’re proof that I’ve come back, Don.”
THE END
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