The Case of the Anal Attorney

When my wife divorced me, it was brutal. Her attorney was an experienced woman who I believed must have been either a lesbian or at least a man hater. My wife got our house, her car and considerable child support for our two kids. They all remained on my health insurance as well.

That left me renting a dinky apartment, driving an old beat up used Plymouth Duster and living paycheck to paycheck. The irony of the whole divorce was that we were both cheating but I got caught first.

Being so bitter, it's totally understandable that just six months later I was not happy when I ran into my wife's attorney at a bar one night. She actually came over to me at the bar and asked me to sit at a table with her. For the first time, I recognized that she was actually an attractive woman. Reluctantly, I agreed and we took a table.

"I can't afford to buy you a drink, counselor; you took most of what I had."

"It's Beth, and I understand, I really do, but I think I can help you."

"Why would you want to help somebody whose life you fucked up?"

"I felt bad, doing what I did because I'm good at my job. Usually the husbands are pricks who deserve to be raked over the coals, but I felt you didn't deserve everything that happened to you."

"That's kind of you to say, but nevertheless you screwed me."

She took a sip of her drink and reached out to touch my hand.

"When we were going over terms of the divorce in my office, I felt sorry for you. There were times when I just wanted to slip under the desk and suck your dick to make you feel better."

"I wish you had, because nobody's sucked it for a while now."

"I think you should file a complaint with the court. Your wife makes as much money as you do, and I'm sure a judge will agree to make your wife cover the mortgage payments."

"My attorney should have thought of that; I'll have to pay another attorney to do that."

"I'd like to do it for you," she said, squeezing my hand.

"Because you feel sorry for me?" I asked.

"No, because I've been attracted to you since you came into my office."

The idea of maybe somehow fucking my ex-wife's attorney suddenly seemed like a great way to get revenge, but I didn't want to be a prick when this woman seemed like she really wanted to help me. I agreed to let her do the paperwork.

"I should repay you somehow," I offered, "at least dinner and maybe let you suck my dick?"

She laughed, and I decided I liked her.

"I guess I could do that, but then you'd want to do something different than I would."

"What do you mean?"

"You'd get hard and then want to stick it in me, right?

"Of course; wouldn't that sound right to you?"

"Yes, but I don't like it in the usual place."

"You mean you don't like it in the bedroom?" I asked jokingly.

"What I mean is, I only like it in my ass."

She wasn't smiling; she was dead serious and I was getting a boner. Our conversation dwindled as we finished our drinks. I was too ashamed to take her to my small apartment, so I followed her to her apartment.

She lived in a high rise, and her apartment was tastefully furnished and she had expensive taste; nice furniture, some artwork on the walls and even a piano in her large living room.

"Do you play the piano?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

"A little, but I do my best when I'm bent over the keyboard," she answered with a smile.

We drifted into her bedroom and kissed as we undressed each other. The kisses became more passionate and needy and we were soon on the bed, naked and wrestling for dominance. She let me win.

I mauled her breasts and nipples with my mouth as my fingers checked her pussy. She was wet enough to fuck, but then she rolled onto her side and pulled my hand behind her. She pressed my wet fingers into the crack of her ass and I understood what she wanted.

I put the tips of my wet fingers against her asshole and pressed gently. As soon as they eased inside her, she pressed herself hard against my hand, forcing my fingers into her ass. She got up on her knees on the bed.

"Lube is in the nightstand," she said.

I put a huge glob of lube on her tight little hole and pushed it inside her with a finger.

"More," she said.

I did the same with another big glob of it, and then coated my cock with it as well. When I knelt behind her and pushed the tip of my cock against her asshole, it slid in easily and I gave it all to her in one thrust. Balls deep in her ass, I had my hands on her hips.

"Don't just fuck it, OWN it!" She said firmly.

I held her hips and began pulling back and slamming into her as hard as I could. She was loving it. Her hand was underneath, obviously rubbing her clit. She grunted with each thrust of my cock.

"yeah.... yeah.... yeah...."

It was an easy ride for me, and she came twice before I even realized that I needed to come myself. She slowly eased herself down until she was lying on her stomach on the bed. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks wide open for me.

"Finish it," she moaned.

I was practically lying prone on top of her. Her legs were closed and mine straddled her body. I was driving my cock into her tight ass, slapping my body down against hers. She was grunting with each stroke.

"Ung... ung... ung... ung..."

When I realized I was going to come, I jammed my cock down into her one more time. I laid on top of her as my cum spurted into her tight wet ass. My whole body trembled with my release.

"Yes, oh, YES!" She moaned.

When I lifted up, my cum seeped from her asshole down between her legs. It would have been a great time to fuck her, but I was a little exhausted. I rolled off of her and we faced each other as we composed ourselves.

"You really do like it in your ass, don't you?"

"More than you could imagine."

"I was sort of hoping you would suck my dick, though."

"Then, let's take a shower."

I decided that not all female divorce attorneys are bitches.