Creampie Lawyer
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"I can't," Cate protested, resisting my advances. She
stepped back from the counter, as if to emphasize her
point.

I looked at my 44 year old girlfriend, whose hot body
belied her age. She was 5'6" and 130 pounds of
dynamite. Her flat stomach led to a completely bare
pussy. It was my hope that I could fill said pussy
then have it grind on my mustache.

"C'mon baby, just one more time!"

"Jeff," she said patiently, "I'm married, and since
Gerome is trying to make me happy now, it isn't
right."

"It was OK before," I said, frustrated. I wasn't used
to her refusing sex with me. She'd come to me for
legal advice, and I had worked my magic on her and
eventually got her into bed. Since then, she'd agreed
whenever I wanted, which was pretty often. I thought
she was a hot slut who just loved to fuck. What crap
to find out she had a sense of decency.

"Yeah, well before, Gerome was an asshole with no
redeeming qualities."

This was pissing me off. "Look, do you want money or
something?"

I knew it was a mistake as soon as I said it. Her face
went white with rage. "Get out," she said in a low
voice that was terribly dangerous. "I'm not a whore,"
she said, "get out." She put her hand below the sales
counter, where I knew she had a sawed-off shotgun. I
turned and fled.

Driving off in my Audi TT Roadster, I promised to
ditch the bitch as soon as I could. My wife was bitch
enough for two, and I didn't need another. I was still
good looking and trim at 49, and there were plenty of
hot soccer moms I could sack if I wanted to.

Thing is, I liked Cate. She was kind and sweet, good
looking, generous, and loved to fuck. I'd fantasized
about leaving my wife for her. I sighed and realized I
was an asshole, and I would have to make up for it
somehow.

Flowers. It would have to be flowers.

Later in the day, I imagined the look on her face when
a dozen roses were delivered to the gas/convenience
store she managed. The note said only 'I'. The next
hour, another dozen were delivered, saying only 'AM'.
I eventually, she would get I AM VERY SORRY PLEASE
FORGIVE ME, each word with a dozen roses. She would be
very happy and she would call me and tell me so.

She did call, but she wasn't too happy. "Look, Jeff, I
know you wanted to make things right, but you made it
worse."

I was surprised. "You didn't like the flowers?"

"Oh, I did, but Gerome didn't."

"Gerome?"

"Yeah," she sighed, "he stopped by to bring me lunch,
and saw all those flowers."

I turned pink. "I am so sorry Cate!"

"It's OK, I told him the flowers were being
misdelivered, and he asked why I didn't call the
florist and let them know. I told him I liked getting
the flowers, but called and canceled the rest of the
flowers. I felt pretty stupid."

"I didn't mean to cause you a problem," I apologized,
"I just wanted to let you know I'm an idiot and I am
sorry."

"You are an idiot," she smiled into the phone, "but I
don't know if I can forgive you. I guess no one ever
told you not to suggest a lady is a whore?"

I grew pink again. "I didn't mean you were a whore--"

"Just shut up before you get yourself in more
trouble."

There was an awkward silence. "So are we done?" I
asked.

"I think it is best," she said, then she hung up
before I could reply.

The rest of the day was consumed with remorse. I liked
her. I'd miss the sex. I couldn't believe it was over.
I didn't want it to be. I wondered if she were
serious. Damn, I'd miss her.

A few days later, I needed gas for the TT. I stopped
by the pumps, and went inside to pay as I always did.
She was there, and she tensed when she saw me come in.
"I thought I told you..." she began.

I waved her off with a smile. "I just came in for gas
and Altoids," I told her.

She looked disappointed. "Oh," she said. "OK."

I drove off, remembering that look of disappointment
on her pretty face.

I stopped in the next day, on the pretext of wanting
some Krispy Kremes. I barely said a word to her,
though I knew she wanted me to. Finally, she had to
speak. "You don't eat donuts," she said.

"I thought I would surprise Chris", I said, talking
about a young clerk. "It's his birthday."

She seemed surprised. "Since when do you remember
people's birthdays?"

"Look, I'm trying to change," I said. "You made me
realize what an arrogant sphincter I had become."

I drove off again, wondering if she bought it. I
thought about tossing the donuts since I had the top
down, but Chris and the secretaries might like them.
Being nice wouldn't cost any more, and I wouldn't be a
litterbug.

I stopped by a couple days later on the way home.
Pulling up to the pumps, I saw her looking at me. I
ignored her and paid by swiping my debit card at the
pump. I drove off, hoping that not seeing her was a
gamble that would pay.

A couple days later, I stopped on the way to the
office. It was later than most people commute, so
there was no one else in the store. I went in for more
Altoids.

"Where you been?" she demanded as I walked in.

"Me?" I feigned surprise. "I've been coming in."

"Not so much as before," she pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I could try to sweet talk you into
letting me fuck you," I said. I liked saying 'fuck' to
Cate, since she never seemed shocked. She liked earthy
language.

"About that," she smiled.

I looked up at her, hoping my eyes were twinkling.
"You change your mind sweety?"

"Hmmm, no," she replied. She looked like she was
stalling. "But... Gerome has been talking to me about
fulfilling any fantasy I want. It's part of his new
self."

I leaned on the counter, reaching across to touch her
face. Her skin was always so soft. I loved touching
her. My wife hated me touching her, but Cate responded
and pressed her skin to my fingers. I'd always loved
that. I sure wanted that.

"What fantasy are you talking about?" I asked her.
We'd discussed a lot. Gangbangs, porn film starlet,
sex on the beach.

She smiled sweetly while turning my world upside down.
"The one where you blow my husband, get him hard to
fuck me, then clean up."

To say my stomach flip-flopped is an understatement. I
was speechless, because this was one fantasy I hadn't
initiated. It had been Cate's idea from the start,
watching her successful lawyer friend sucking her
husband, and then having his cum drain into my mouth.
I'd be sent off without relief. In variants, I came
hard just from servicing them. I had to swallow twice
before speaking. "What did he say?"

Cate smiled again. "He's OK with doing it, but he
doesn't think any lawyer would go for it."

I felt just a bit of relief. My cock was so hard. "I
guess it'd be hard to explain me," I said.

"Oh no," she said, leaning onto the counter and
pressing her boobs up with her crossed arms. It was a
classic move by counter staff to get bigger tips. The
reason it was popular, is that it is effective. Her
round creamy breasts were so exciting. "Oh no, I
explained it to him like you had explained yourself to
me. Lawyers have to be in charge and sensible during
the day, so in bed they sometimes like being dominated
and even humiliated sometimes." I wished I hadn't told
her something so honest.

"He bought it?"

"Yeah, he did," she replied, but her smile was now
knowing... practically a leer. "And I told him I had
this lawyer who stops by in his fancy sports car, and
that I would ask him."

"Fuck!"

"Oh, and that was a few days ago. Yesterday, I told
him that my lawyer didn't know anyone who would do
it... except himself."

"Cate, I..." I stammered, because I really didn't know
what to say. My cock was wilting by the second, as the
reality was hitting.

"I wish you had come in yesterday," she said, sounding
contrite. "He kept pestering me to see if I had talked
to you, and I finally just said you'd do it. If you
want to change your mind, you can."

"I never made up my mind!" I protested. Thing is, I
didn't even consider not doing it.

"I know," she said, smiling. "But, I was anxious to
feel your tongue down there again..."

She says the sweetest things!

A few days later, Gerome consented to letting her
fulfill her fantasy. The best time to meet, we
decided, was just after lunch when the kids were gone.
Cate had someone cover for her while she had an
appointment. I faked a golf outing, and met them at
their house.

Gerome met me at the door, a husky man who smokes too
much. He looked me over for a full minute, then looked
out at my car. Shrugging, he told me to come inside. I
gather he didn't quite respect me.

"I guess you know Cate," he said, gesturing at her.
She was sitting on the couch, a glass of white wine in
her hand.

"Hi Jeff," she said. "This is my husband Gerome."

"Hi."

"How ya doin'?"

"So, Jeff, if you are still into it," Cate prompted,
"why don't you check out Gerome's meat?"

As if on cue, Gerome went and sat next to Cate, then
looked at me. Obviously, this was choreographed, as
fantasy fulfillment would happen. I was expected to
kneel between his legs and work on him. I about shit
myself at this moment of truth.

Swallowing my fears, I knelt between his legs, and he
scootched his hips out. I saw them kissing, and my
nervous fingers fumbled at his fly. Finally, he got
frustrated and undid his own fly, pulling his pants
apart. I looked up to see Cate staring at me. I
gulped.

When I pulled his pants off, I saw he wasn't wearing
underwear. I also saw he had a biggish dick, and that
he was uncircumcised! I was unprepared for that. And
yet, how foolish would I be to be squeamish now?

Cate "helped" by grabbing Gerome's cock, and holding
it up. "Suck it Jeff," she said. Her cheeks were pink,
and she had an intensity that I hadn't seen since she
was on the verge of orgasm. Her excitement gave me
strength.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to him. I had the
initial thrill of realizing I had my first man in my
mouth. I had finally done it, after years of curiosity
and fantasy. After that, it was a blur. I sucked at
him, bathed his cock with my tongue, sucked. I licked
him, and kissed his shaft, and used my lips to jack
his foreskin. He grew in my mouth, becoming very hard
and hot. I was amazingly aroused!

Meanwhile, Cate was kissing him deep, holding his
face. While she panted, she'd look down at me blowing
Gerome. With a groan of need, she'd kiss him more.
When she did, he'd surge in my mouth. Wow!

Finally, she announced that she needed to be fucked. I
looked up, seeing the surprise on my face. I was
accustomed to such earthy language, but he was
apparently unused to hearing it. "Fuck me," she
repeated. She stood, and grabbed his hand. I got out
of the way as she led him into the bedroom. I followed
like a servile pansy.

In a minute, they were nude and he was on top. Hearing
them moan as he sank into her was very odd. Usually,
she encouraged me, intimating that I was getting ready
to fill her nasty cunt with hot cum. But with Gerome,
she just muttered "yeah baby" over and over until he
was balls deep. Then it became him saying "love it?"
over and over as he rammed in and out. Watching their
private customs was unsettling, but so very hot!

"Jeff," Cate called to me, breaking me out of the
voyeuristic reverie I was in, "come here and suck his
cock. Taste me on him."

I moved like an automaton, sliding onto the bed. He
pulled out, and I simply put him in my mouth. He
tasted of Cate's steaming cunt, coated with her
essence as he was. "Do you love it?" she asked me
hotly.

Letting him escape from my mouth, I answered. "Yes, I
do." I looked at her. "He tastes like you!"

Her fingers went to her clit, and she rubbed herself
so that her juices became frothy. She was gloriously
aroused, with her nipples distended and pussy
engorged. And she was watching me.

I closed my eyes and suckled Gerome, imagining her
face. I was shocked to feel his hands in my hair. He
pulled and pushed, jamming my face up and down on his
cock. He pushed hard, shoving himself to the back my
mouth. I choked a little on the gush of saliva, and
coughed some up.

My ears were ringing when I heard Cate tell Gerome it
was hot to watch. His reply was a grunt to the effect
that it was very nice to have a cocksucking lawyer
sucking his cock. Finally, he let go of my head and
jammed himself deep into Cate.

"Oh yeah!" she groaned. Now it was his cock creating
froth as he whipped her inside like a butter churn.
"Dump it in me. Watch him eat it," she panted.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" he grunted. He only pulled out half
way, then jerked back in as his cock spewed a gallon
of spunk deep into his wife. Cate was gasping too,
then smiling at me as he filled her inside. Finally,
Gerome collapsed on her, and she stroked his hair,
cooing at him.

"Sorry... I didn't... make you... cum," he panted,
gulping air while his racing heart slowed.

"That's OK, baby," she cooed. "That's what Jeff is
for."

"Oh yeah, Jeff," Gerome said, suddenly seeming to
realize I was still there. "He's gonna make you cum.
With his mouth?"

"Oh yeah, definitely with his mouth," she smirked. My
stomach was dancing inside of me, and now it both
dropped and lurched.

"You're sure?" Gerome asked, and I wasn't entirely
sure what he meant.

"Yeah, I am," she smiled. Gerome pushed up and off
her, revealing her cum-filled pussy. It was red and
well fucked. Importantly, thick globs of Gerome juice
was starting to drain out. "Come on, eat me Jeff," she
said.

It was at this last moment that I realized that I was
going to eat Gerome's cum. Not mine. It had always
seemed so damn hot before, but now I wasn't so sure.
What would he taste like? And really, I must be
desperately anxious to eat creampie if I did this. Was
that me? A creampie eater?

Suddenly, Gerome grabbed me from behind, wrenching an
arm up and pushing me towards Cate'e lewdly spread
legs. I had time enough to moan "oh God" and then my
face was pushed into her pussy. I quickly got coated
in the pungent goo, which had a stronger taste and
smell since he smoked so much. And yet, I soon was
moaning and licking her so deeply.

After I was proving to be so eager, Gerome released
me. Then I could caress Cate's inner thighs, urging
her to spread them wider. I could use my thumbs to
spread the petals of her flower, giving my mouth and
lips easy access to her runny cunny hole. I licked and
slurped as I know Cate loves, which also gave me a
thrill of heavy cream.

We were both moaning, but as I sucked her clit she
came. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed, coughing up
Gerome's manjuice mixed with her own. I was busy,
sucking and licking in order to capture it all.

After a minute, I used my fingers to scoop up what I
missed. I smeared it on her clit and sucked her clean
again. She trembled with aftershocks.

Finally, I backed away and smiled at her. She smiled
at me, but something was amiss. I realized then that I
was now an intruder. I wasn't invited to join the post
coital hugging. I felt dismissed, but I made a
gracious exit. I wiped my face clean on a washcloth,
even while listening to them muttering lovingly. I
walked to my convertible, and drove away, resolving to
not do that again.

But, my erection showed I was a liar. Aren't all
lawyers?