Legal Affairs

This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

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Friday night was supposed to be reserved for Rhea's husband. She promised that she would be at Andaz by 8pm, but she was still on the 68th floor of her law firm. Rhea wasn't a named partner... yet. Understandably to achieve her dream of becoming named partner, some sacrifices had to be made... right? As Rhea finalised her case, knowing she had to be at the restaurant, she took herself to the copy room. There were no paralegals hanging around at this time of night, and on a Friday night? No chance!

Sliding on her Louboutins, Rhea exited her office and headed towards the her final obstacle of the night. Scanning and Printing. Hailed as one of the 'up and coming lawyers' in Los Angeles she knew her way around a court of law, but a photocopy machine? Ha! Whilst walking around the horse shoe office, Rhea checked herself out in the mirrored glass as she walked past the ghostly office. Her long, tanned legs were accentuated by her 6 inch heels, her hips swayed with power and determination. Sometimes she liked to add an extra oomph into her walk so she could feel like a runway model. Her small pencil skirt barely stretched over her hips and ass.

Standing in-front of her CEO's office, which was shrouded in darkness. That bastard went home early, despite having a big meeting on Monday. Rhea looked at herself in the glass, pushing her breasts up and unbuttoning a couple buttons. Scrunched up her hair and hitched her skirt an inch higher. Later, Rhea would add a deep red lipstick and a little mascara for her husband.

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How does this bastard thing work? she wondered. Pressing every single button nonsensically, Rhea had almost given up hope. I suppose the scanning and printing could wait till Monday? Rhea was about to leave the copy room until she heard footsteps. With absolute certainty, she was sure that she was the only person left on the floor. Thinking it must be security, she decided to continue her tirade on the copy machine.

"What the fuck is going on?" her soft tone was masked with frustration. Still pressing buttons.

Looking out of the room, she could hear the faint footsteps again, but couldn't see anyone. She nestled herself back into the room and found the 'scan' button and pressed it excitedly. Thank you! she thought. Five copies of legal jargon appeared through the other end. Rhea gave herself a mental high-five. After the excitement subsided, Rhea felt the same deep footsteps come closer. She froze. Security would usually walk around once and then take the stairs down to patrol the rest of the building.

"You're still here? Didn't the husband need feeding?" A rich voice broke through Rhea's fear.

Footsteps seemed to enter the room, as Rhea's back was still turned to the door. Should she turn around to entertain this voice? Rhea decided to confront her own shadow. Why the fuck should I cower? She knew exactly who was standing behind her. It was her boss, the same asshole who dangled the Partner role in her face like she was a rabbit begging for a carrot.

"It's none of your concern, what I have planned after I leave. Devon, why are you still here? Your office light was off. Shouldn't you be out playing with your Victoria Secret models?" Rhea's voice was tight, and her soft, usually melodic voice was now sharp.

Devon was your usual six foot, seven inches of athletic fantasy. He had started as a line backer for the Rams. After a damaging injury to his lower back, Devon went back to school to get his Law degree. He built Chopra & Williams. Devon Chopra was the first named partner, as he built the elite Law firm from the ground up. The firm's focus was active in sport management and all things related to the legalities surrounding the sporting world. Safe to say, Devon chose a lane and that lane led him down a road that was vast and bountiful. Hence why, Rhea wanted a piece of it. She had worked extremely hard for the firm for 8 years and deserved a Partner role.

"Oh Rhea, always so jealous of how I play. I told you to join me, but you don't know how to have fun," his voice was velvet.

Deep and rich and reminded her of a Rioja she was dying to down... with her husband.

"Devon, I have no time for this. I need to print the football contracts for Monday. So you can take all my glory when you present it to Chelsea FC," Rhea said.

Rhea moved to leave the print room. Fuck the printing. I am getting out of here.

"Rhea, tell me, are you still supporting your 'artist' husband?"

Devon leaned against the door frame of the copy room. He had removed his tie and his all-black suit was broken-up by his muscly chest which displayed his angel tattoos. His long hair was tied-up into a ponytail.

Devon's face lit up. He knew what he was doing. Getting a rise out of Rhea was his favourite pass time, especially because he knew that her husband was a good for nothing cheat; who took her for granted. Why did she stay with him? He would wonder. However as the years passed between them they would bicker and brawl over silly little things. Of course he wanted Rhea to be a named partner, however whilst she was with her husband, he couldn't. Why? Because he would take her for half and then some, once he found something or someone that would treat him better. What a silly bastard, no one could treat him better than Rhea; and Devon knew that.

"You know Rhea, I don't think he's waiting for you anymore," his smirk now turned into a frown. His tanned skin crinkling on the forehead. His beard accentuating the brown in his eyes.

"How would you know that? Are you a psychic?" Rhea retorted.

"No, but I have eyes everywhere. Your husband is currently sitting and... sniffing your PA." Devon reached for his phone from his inner pocket and showed Rhea a picture of her husband with Lysette, her PA.

Rhea stilled at the picture she was looking at. She knew her husband was a little lost at the moment, she had done her absolute best to ensure that he was fed, fucked and financially taken care of. What was she to do now? All of this was a sacrifice for the promises he made. A family, a baby and a happy life. Rhea lent agains the copy machine, hand on her chest. This was a finisher for her, there was no going back to him. She had to leave him.

"Devon, I might need to take Monday off," her voice a mere whisper.

"Anything you need," his voice was soft. Sighing, he walked toward her in the copy room.

"Come here," and took her in an embrace. Rhea was engulfed by sadness, but the warmth of Devon's strong arms made her feel safe and protected.

"We will destroy the fucker. He won't have anything left once I get a hold of him." Devon muffled into her hair.

"His family is powerful Devon. I'm going down. Not him." A tear fell down Rhea's reddened cheek. Her full lips were swollen with emotion.

"Rhea, I'll fight for you. He'll wish he never fucked with you, because little does he know, I, Devon Chopra will destroy his life and his family if they come for you!" Rhea could feel Devon's jaw tighten and his arms tightened around her waist.

Rhea looked up at Devon and his grip on her loosened a little. Both were now staring at each other for what felt like eternity. Rhea could feel Devon's desire as he looked down at her lips. Fuck it, she thought. There had always been something there with Devon, however she was married and had buried those feelings deep inside. She pressed herself closer and Devon took that as a sign for 'yes, fucking kiss me.' So he did.

Devon bent down and took Rhea's face. His kiss was tentative as if he was unsure that Rhea would stop him and then reprimand him. Yet, she offered herself up without any hesitation. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she tried to deepen the kiss. Devon savoured Rhea's soft lips, her large, heart-shaped mouth was made for vice. He had seen her in the courtroom, how she would lick her lips when she wanted the judge to sway it her way. How Rhea would bite her lip in-front of her cross examination witness to get them to admit fault. Rhea opened her mouth, and Devon took that as further indication, his tongue darted into her mouth, dominating and ensuring that her mouth would only be for him and his sins.

Devon's hands wondered down to her ass, and he squeezed hard. His large hands gripping her. Her ass was massive. Even my large hands couldn't grab it all. It wasn't weird that they both fell into a lull of seduction, for they always seemed to conjure a spark of some kind. Devon's tongue won the battle between them and he slowed down their kiss so that he could begin his raid on her body.

"Devon, I'm still married. If they found out. I could be---," Rhea was breathless and fear maligned each word.

"My sweet ember, no one will know. Whatever happens in here tonight. Will stay between us," he cooed. Stroking her face.

The conversation was over as he began kissing down her neck, licking and sucking until small pants were leaving her devious mouth. He had her pushed against the damned copy machine, whilst he continued leaving arrows of kisses and hickeys in his wake. Rhea ripped off his Ferragamo blazer and threw it on the floor. Whilst he desperately began unbuttoning the rest of her tight blue shirt. It got to the point where he ripped the Chanel clothing, which left her in her silk blue bra. Devon smirked down at her pristinely organised. Rhea was militant at work and that reflected in her wardrobe too.

"Fuck me, sweet ember. I love blue." Devon brushed his hands along her chest and down to her breast.

"That shirt was one thousand dollars," she gasped.

"Bill me," Devon flung back.

Devon lifted up her on the copy machine and Rhea wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing him with fervour. She wasn't sure if the machine would take her weight, but Devon was sure. Rhea began unbuttoning his shirt as they again fought for domination in each other's mouths. Rhea was winning as Devon was too busy helping her unbutton his shirt also. Both were topless, well nearly topless.

"Lean back, ember," Devon coaxed.

"Why? I don't think it can hold me--" Rhea's voice hinted a slight panic.

"I've got you, besides my head will be between your legs and my hands will be gripping your thighs. Don't worry." Devon grunted as he lowered himself into a squat position.

As Rhea leaned back in an almost lying down position, Devon bent down, so he could spread her legs wide. Pulling her skirt up to her waist, Devon rubbed both of Rhea's thick thighs and he could feel her supple skin; which felt like a soothing massage for Rhea. He placed warm kisses in her inner thighs and Rhea's soft purrs encouraged him to suck on her skin.

"Please leave your marks all over me," Rhea begged.

"After I've tasted you, my fire," Devon mumbled against her skin.

Devon pushed her matching silk panties to the side and inhaled her aromas. He looked like a lion who had just caught his prey. His mouth ascended onto her dripping wet pussy and began lapping up her juices instantly. His tongue danced on her clit, flicking back and forth creating small, quick circles on her clit. Rhea held onto his head, clawing at his luscious black hair which had specks of silver. Like a lion, he then changed to long, languid licks whilst he intermittently sucked on her clit to ensure to keep the element of surprise for Rhea.

"Devon, fuck. I didn't know. Shit!" Rhea struggled to get her words out.

"Shh," he reprimanded.

Devon spread her legs further and did the unthinkable to Rhea. He spat into her already soaked pussy. She didn't know if she should feel violated, or did it turn her on? Using that spit, he used his index finger to coat her pussy and mix it in with her arousal. Then began to lick and suck her pussy until he could feel her coming close to her first orgasm. Devon knew he wanted to take her over the edge and pushed his index finger inside of her pussy and began thrusting in and out of her in hurried movements.

"Fuck Dev-- I'm going to," Rhea screamed.

It didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm. Devon was an expert with his tongue and fingers. She shook violently as she forcefully tried to close her legs from the sheer violence of her orgasm. The copy machine roared to life as she jolted around. Both of them stopped in panic, however as soon as they realised that they were the cause of the machine switching on, began hysterically laughing.

"Ok well, time to get off this machine. I won't be able to look at it the same." Rhea laughed as she started descending from the machine.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Devon said.

"Oh yeah?" Rhea chided back.

"Yeah!" A quick snappy response.

Devon turned her around and bent her over the copy machine. Rhea was still in her desperate reverie and unsure as to what was happening. He pushed her upper body down onto the flat part of the copy machine. Rhea could hear the anguished unbuckling of his trousers and then the zipper. She knew he would be big and it was exactly what she needed.

"Fuck me Devon. Please!" Rhea begged.

"All in good time. Spit on my hand," he commanded.

Rhea obliged happily and Devon used her spit to lubricate his hard cock. His large shaft had dark veins protruding from every side of his cock. Devon then proceeded to play with her pussy by rubbing his wet, erect cock around her folds and then tapped it on her clit, which sent jolts of further excitement to Rhea's core.

"Hold on," Devon demanded.

He entered her. Slowly delving in her, ensuring that she would be comfortable with his size. Rhea was shocked and speechless for a while as she could not find a sound nor words to describe how large Devon really was. However, he could comprehend from her gasp that she was happy to have the large-sized cock nestled inside of her. Devon began pumping slowly from behind making sure that each thrust wasn't hard. Rhea's moans were roars and she was loving the slower thrusts, but she needed more.

"Go harder. Make me yours!" she gasped.

Devon looked like a mad man who had just won the lottery and pulled out completely. He waited a moment before he thrusted into her furiously. Each thrust was now harder and faster, so fast that she could feel his balls slap on her pussy. This added another layer to Rhea's pleasure. Devon was grunted as he held her by her waist and then laid his other hand on her lower back, fucking her with savagery. Rhea was crying in fulfilment and Devon took that as acquiescence to his actions. He was in a state of paradise, then, he grabbed Rhea's hair and pulled her so that her face was mere inches away from Devon. The hair-pull was aggressive and it was everything Rhea needed. Devon began kissing her neck, the side of her mouth; as he wanted to own everything about Rhea.

Both were in the throes of passions and did not realise the copy machine was also involved in their tryst. Blindly ignoring the green light, he kept pounding into her now swollen pussy. His hand still gripped into her brown long locks. It was a sight to see. Rhea was going to come again, she had never cum twice in any sexual endeavour. Did she like the roughness of this act? Rhea came for a second time screaming Devon's name in retaliation. Devon could feel her pussy quivering and convulsing whilst he was inside of her, that was enough to make him release inside of her.

"Fuck Rhea, your pussy is magic. I'm going to.... FUCK!" Devon roared, as he poured into Rhea's swollen pussy.

Devon nestled his face into her neck, whilst he smoothed down her hair. He knew she would have a headache after how rough he had pulled on it. Rhea didn't want to admit that she liked being ridden like a race horse. Moreover, she was more than happy to have Devon as her jockey. He helped Rhea off the copy machine, however in the wake of it all. Devon had realised that the copy machine had left them a souvenir. Picking up the paper, he had realised it had photocopied Rhea's bountiful breasts, which were encased in the silk blue bra.

"No it didn't." Rhea tried to grab the paper out of his hand.

"Oh yes, I am fucking keeping this." Devon lifted the paper in the air. Away from Rhea. He began dressing himself, whilst passing her his blazer to wear.

"Come on. I gotta feed you, after fucking you like that," he cajoled.