The Wagers Ch 02: The Repercussions

Author's Prologue

This story is part 2 of the series "The Wagers". It picks up immediately after part 1, The Hearing. It could be read as a stand-alone story, but the events described in The Hearing inform the characters' thoughts, actions, and feelings in this story.

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My boyfriend and I left the courthouse together. My law firm's offices are in a skyscraper three blocks north of the courthouse; his law firm's offices are two blocks to the south. We gave each other a quick, publicly appropriate kiss, and headed in opposite directions to our respective offices.

I was not going through the day "commando", especially not after the load he launched into my vagina in the courthouse bathroom. So, I slipped into the drugstore on the bottom floor of my office building and purchased a cheap package of panties. They were not most comfortable and certainly not the sexiest things I've ever worn, but they served their purpose for the day.

My calendar for the rest of the day included a client phone conference before lunch that was sure to last at least an hour and an after-lunch meeting with a client to prepare for a deposition. Any time I had in between meetings needed to be devoted to an appellate brief that was due the next week. Not to mention returning phone calls and emails on the other cases I had going. There was no time to relax or bask in the afterglow of that morning's hearing. Or the afterglow of the bathroom fucking I received.

Boyfriend apparently didn't have as busy a day on his calendar, as he texted me several times. His texts mentioned how much he enjoyed activating the vibrators in my panties while I was speaking at the hearing. He texted he enjoyed watching me trying not to squirm in my seat while I was trying to listen to the opposing attorney's presentation while Boyfriend was buzzing my clit remotely. He told me he was hard just thinking about how good my pussy tasted and how warm and tight it was when he fucked me after the hearing in the courthouse bathroom. He then sent me a picture of the front of his pants, showing off the huge bump that was not hidden at all.

I gave him very little encouragement, making only the most basic responses. But his texts were testing my concentration and the moisture absorption limits of the cheap panties I had purchased.

By the time I completed my afternoon meeting, I had decided I was going to call it a day much earlier than usual. At 5 o'clock, I packed up my briefcase and texted my boyfriend to let him know I was heading home. I told him not to eat dinner at the office and not be too late as I was taking him out somewhere nice. He immediately responded he would be home no later than 6:30.

"Good. I have plans for you," I texted back. He responded with an emoji with a huge smile. And then he re-sent the photo of the front of his pants.

"Pervert," I responded.

"That's why you love me," he texted back. Part of me wished he was wrong. But only a small part.

There's an adult toy store a couple of blocks off my path from the office to the subway station. I slipped in to purchase part of my plan for the evening for him. On the subway ride home, I made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants not far from our apartment. It's one of our favorite places for special occasions.

Once home, I quickly showered and did a necessary refresh. I kicked up the makeup and hairstyle from courtroom appropriate to date-night appropriate. The stockings had to go as the tops were stained with boyfriend's drippings. I put the garter belt back on and got another pair of thigh-high stockings as he loves stockings. He loves them almost to the level of fetish.

The drugstore panties also had to go. Obviously. They were replaced by a thong that had a tiny patch of effectively see-through black lace barely covering my mons and labia. After considerable internal debate, I put back on the open-cup bra he had selected for me that morning. Given the coolness of the night, the general sexual undertones of the evening, and the material of the dress I had picked, the people we came across that night were likely to have a good idea just how big my nipples can be. I always avoid that in public, but the events of the morning had put me in a WTF mood.

The dress I picked was one of his favorites. It's a skater-style little black dress with a very short, flowing skirt. It has a tight bodice and is sleeveless with narrow shoulder straps that emphasize my cleavage. The bodice has a sheer, black sheathing covering the silky black top. The underlayer is not sheer, but it is relatively thin. It has a deep, plunging neckline that has an option to be snapped closed in the middle of my bust or left open to finally close just below the bottom of my bust. For this evening, and for the first time wearing the dress in public, I elected to leave it open all the way down.

With that dress, I have to carefully select my bra as the neckline is still open where the center of the bra is, even when closed mid-chest. The bra I usually wear with it has a small, black connector between the two cups that is small and subtle enough to not be noticed. When I put the dress on over the open-cup bra Boyfriend gave me that morning and left the front of the dress open all the way, the bright red frame of the bra could be seen and there was a hint that it had no cups covering my goodies. I stared at it in the mirror from all angles for several minutes, eventually deciding to keep it. Someone would have to be staring at my chest to notice that detail. On the other hand, I am blessed-cursed with a 36D chest. Many men and more than a few women often stare at my chest. Sticking with the WTF attitude, I elected to go with it.

Finishing off the ensemble was my favorite--a pair of black leather, knee-high boots with "fuck me" stiletto heels. He likes them, too. He sometimes gets an erection just from seeing me in those boots.

He texted he was on his way home as I was nearing the end of my prep. Once finished, I waited for him on the couch in the living room of our small apartment. I had been done and seated only a couple of minutes when he arrived.

"Oh, wow," he gasped as he entered. I stood and strode towards him. I grabbed his tie and pulled him close to plant a deep, fiery kiss. "Wow," he repeated.

"You have a few minutes to freshen up before we have to leave for the restaurant." Without letting go of his tie, I led him to the bedroom.

I let him have a few moments of privacy in the bathroom to do what needed to be done. When he emerged, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the edge, crossed seductively. My dress was short enough that the tops of my stockings were exposed. "God, you an amazingly beautiful and sexy woman." He stood at the bathroom door staring at me.

"Thank you, babe. Now, I need you to do one thing before we leave. Drop your pants."

He started undoing his belt. "You know, if I drop my pants, it won't be just one thing before we leave."

"Yes, it'll just be one thing." I hopped off the bed and moved closer to him as he undid his suit pants and slid them and his boxers to the floor. His cock was not erect, but it was getting thicker and heavier.

"I like where this is going," he smiled as I knelt in front of him.

"We'll see how long that lasts," I whispered to myself. To him, I simply gave him my dirtiest grin. I pulled my hand out from behind me, the hand in which I had been hiding the gift I bought for him at the toy store on my way home.

"Oh, no, what is that?" His eyes were wide and he tried to step back. Since I had anticipated he would do that, I had grabbed his penis before revealing his gift. So, he didn't get away.

"It's fun. Something to pay you back for the fun you gave me this morning." It was a black silicone device shaped a bit like the letter "J". At the long end were two hoops, one slightly bigger than the other. In the middle was a small, oval bulge with a textured surface. At the other end was a thick but not terribly long phallus.

"You are NOT sticking that thing up my ass." He hates with a white-hot passion the fact that he loves when I stick my finger in his anus. Or a small butt-plug. At first, I think he thought it might mean something he didn't want it to mean if he enjoyed having me play with and penetrate his asshole. Now, I think he's past that point, but he still protests just to make sure I know he's still straight. There's no doubt in my mind he prefers pussy. But I still think he could use--and would enjoy--a good ass-fucking by a toy.

"You'll love it," I said as I pushed his growing dick through the first loop and then his balls through the second. The hoops rested securely against his pubic area at the base of his cock and balls. I stood up and walked around behind him. I reached between his legs to grab the toy hanging down from his cock with one hand while I pushed on his back with my other. "Okay, bend over, big guy. Take it like the confident man I know you are."

He grumbled but he nevertheless bent at the waist. We were near enough to the bed that he supported himself by putting his hands on the bed. I squatted down behind him, my face right next to his wonderful, sexy, naked ass. He has the best ass ever. He does spend all day sitting on it in his office, but he takes good care of his body by going to the gym at least five days a week. Running the treadmill, squats, lunges. He knows I love a shapely, muscular ass and he works at keeping his that way.

Unable--and unwilling--to resist the temptation, I slapped his naked rearend. "Ow," he yelped in mock protest. I slapped it again for good measure. And then I kissed his sexy ass. "That's better," he giggled.

I applied a large dollop of lube to the bulb at the fat end of the toy and pushed the toy against his anus. He groaned as I pushed it slowly but firmly into his rectum. His sphincter resisted but eventually accepted the intruder. "Oh, shit," he groaned as I pushed the base firmly against his anus to make sure it was completely in.

"See, not so bad." I stood, giving his ass another good slap as I did so. He stood erect and turned around towards me. "Now, for the real fun." I picked up my cell phone off the nightstand. Opening the app to the toy, I pushed the first button to turn on the vibration in the rings around his cock and balls.

"Mm, interesting," he understated. I could tell he liked it, even at the lowest setting.

Leaving that running on low, I hit the next button, activating the vibrator in the bulge in the middle that was now snug against his perineum. "Oh, my," he wiggled. "That tingles against my taint."

"You like?" I asked, cranking that one up a notch.

"Mm, it feels weird, especially with the other one going. But a good kind of weird." I smiled, knowing what was next. I turned on the last button. "Oh, shit, what the hell?" he yelped. "That fucker is fucking me!"

The phallus end of the toy not only vibrates, but also has a thrusting option. According to the instructions, it ranges from a four-inch penetration to six-inch. I had it set on the slowest motion. "You like?" I smiled.

"God, no. Make it stop."

"No, you like it. Actually, you love it. The evidence right before my face is clear and undisputed. You love it." I grabbed his cock, which was now standing firm in its full glory, fat and long and pointing at the ceiling. "Dick don't lie." Say what you will about the penis, it never lies. It will let you know in no uncertain terms if it likes what you're doing and it will let you know if it doesn't like what you're doing. At that moment, it was very clearly telling me it liked what I was doing. I turned the speed of the thrusts up a notch.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned, knowing he couldn't convince me he didn't like what I was doing to him. "I can't wear this to the restaurant."

"Why not?" I bent down and pulled his boxers up and then his pants. "It's not like I'm having you wear this thing before a judge while you're making the most important legal argument of your career." I winked at him as I secured his hard-on inside his suit pants, zipping them up and rebuckling his belt. "I promise not to interfere with anything important." I don't think he appreciated me using his words to advance my agenda.

"If you're okay with me walking around like this." He pointed at the very large and very prominent bulge in the front of his pants.

"I'm fine letting the world see what I get to play with at home." I normally would be very opposed to him showing his package that belongs to me. But that night, I was fine with it because the restaurant we were going to is a quick three blocks away, it is a small restaurant known only in our neighborhood, and it wasn't going to be busy on a Monday night. Plus, our neighborhood is not exactly the expensive part of the city and there was no reason to expect we would run into either clients or partners from either my law firm or his law firm. So, neither of us were going to be embarrassed.

"Alright, I'll wear it. But if I wear this, you have to wear yours." He walked over to where he had dropped his briefcase and bent down to pick it up. Both his walk and his bending over was funny because he clearly was trying his damnedest to not look affected by the vibrating and thrusting going on in his pants. But he was clearly being affected.

He pulled from his briefcase the two vibrators he planted on me during the hearing earlier that morning. "I don't think the one that attaches to my panty will work tonight," I observed as he walked back towards me. His walk was still off-kilter as I still had the vibrator buzzing and the dildo thrusting.

"Why not?" I lifted my skirt to show him what I was wearing underneath. "Mm." He paused right in front of me, observing the tiny, flimsy lacy thong that barely covered my mons and labia. "Yeah, I love those panties. They definitely will not hold this thing," he held up the vibrator I wore that morning during the hearing. It fit snug into my labia by being held in place by panties. "Looks like you'll get it easy. Just this one." He held up the C-shaped vibrator he had inserted in my vagina that morning and I wore during the hearing.

"I guess I can live with that," I fake sighed. I was actually looking forward to wearing it and seeing what it felt like without worrying about the pressure of hiding my pleasure while in a hearing. Being discreet in a restaurant is a completely different task from ignoring a vibration in my pussy while making legal arguments to a judge.

He approached me, holding out the vibrator. "Okay, drop them."

"What do you mean?" I knew what he meant.

"Drop your panties. Let me put this in." He was wearing one of his lecherous smiles.

I reached under my dress and pulled my thong down to about my knees. He grabbed and lifted the hem of my dress with one hand. With his other hand he nestled the fat end of the vibrator into my female folds. "You're so fucking wet," he chuckled.

"Of course. I've been playing with your cock and ass." He pushed and the bulb easily slid in. "Mm," I moaned as the fat bulb entered my vagina. The moment of entry is always exhilarating. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket, opened the app, and turned on the vibrator. "Mm, oh yeah," I moaned again. The buzzing in my pussy felt good. It brought back memories of me standing in front of Judge Marshall, my pussy excited while my brain was trying to balance the erotic sensations down below with the intricacies of summary judgment. Now, however, my brain simply enjoyed the glorious sensations inside my female parts.

"I don't think these are going to work with the toy inside you." He was trying unsuccessfully to fit my thong back into place. The part of the toy that stuck out to receive the cell signal stretched the tiny piece of flimsy lace that pretended to be the panty. "You're just going to have to do without." He pulled them down my legs and I stepped out of them.

I thought walking around the city with no panties is not exactly a big deal if I have a vibrator stuck up my vagina.

"Having just one toy is not enough, however." Boyfriend had opened our drawer dedicated to sex toys. To be perfectly honest and to give full disclosure, I should say one of our toy drawers. We like sex toys. We have more than one drawer full of sex toys. "Since you lost one this morning, this should do." He pulled out one of our largest butt plugs. This one is metallic, rose gold in color. It has a heart-shaped base with a multi-colored jewel on the face that looks so cute tight against my anus. He has a picture proving this.

He grabbed the bottle of lube I had used to facilitate the insertion of the toy in his ass. "Bend over," he instructed firmly but with glee. I complied. He lifted the bottom of my dress to bare my ass. Unable to resist the temptation, he gave it a good, hard smack.

"Ow, that hurt," I lied.

"You loved it." He smacked it again, harder. I did love it. Not as much as he loved administering the slap. But I loved it.

A few seconds later I felt the cold metal tip of the plug coated with a small layer of lube pressed against my anus. With no pause or deliberateness, Boyfriend shoved it all the way into my rectum in one movement. Notwithstanding the size of the plug or the paucity of lubrication, my ass took it easily and swallowed it to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck," I exhaled as my lower orifices got accustomed to their visitors.

"You love it. Every bit of it."

I smirked at him rather than issue a denial he wouldn't believe and would be justified in not believing. "Oh, fuck," I repeated, sharply this time, as he turned the vibration up on the bulb inside my pussy. I reached for my phone on the bed and returned the favor, turning up the vibration on the device holding his cock and balls and increasing the rate of the thrusting into his asshole.

"Okay, fuck," he gulped. "We either have to mutually stop this or we have to cancel our reservations so that I can replace one of those toys inside your body with my dick."

"Agreed." A large part of me fiercely wanted him to throw me on the bed and take me right then and right there, but I was also very hungry for food. So, I took the first step by shutting down the device exciting him. "You've got to standdown, too," I glared at him as the vibrations continued inside my privates.

He smirked at me and after a short but very deliberate pause, swiped his cellphone and shutdown the vibrator. "Better?"

"Not better, but necessary for us to get to the restaurant."

Truce called and enacted, we gathered our things and headed out the door. It was chilly enough outside I needed an overcoat. That provided an excellent excuse for me to hide my nipples that were poking hard against my flimsy dress.

Without the vibrator nestled snug against my vulva like this morning, the walk to the restaurant was more comfortable than the walk to the courthouse earlier. But my lower region still felt full with the vibrator inside my pussy and the butt plug up my ass. Every step still rubbed an erogenous zone. Even though I was wearing a dress, the lack of panties still made me feel exposed in some way. All of that made my little pearl in my pussy lips very hard.

My boyfriend had adapted to his accoutrement. His walk was close enough to normal that I could barely tell any difference. The bulge in the front of his pants was more pronounced than usual, but not so much as to attract attention unless one was looking for it.

We arrived at the restaurant and profusely apologized to the host for being nearly ten minutes late. She wasn't concerned as there were only three other tables occupied. As I mentioned, it is a small place with about 15 tables. She led us back to a table that was away from the other occupied tables.

I peeled off my overcoat before sitting. "Nice show," my boyfriend leered. I looked down and confirmed what I felt. My nipples were diamond-hard and the thin material of my dress and open-cup bra were not hiding that fact from the world.

"I knew you would like the show," I smirked at him as we took our seats.

"I think the hostess liked the show as well." She did seem to take an extra-long look and not with a disapproving air. Generally speaking, I do not dress provocatively or in overtly revealing clothing. Not in public, at least. I only do that in the sanctuary of our apartment and only for his benefit. I'm not a prude or hyper-conservative. I have several sexy outfits I breakout on the right occasion, outfits designed to stimulate and entice. But never to reveal. This day, however, paying off my lost wager to him brought something out in me.

We weren't even comfortable in our chairs before Boyfriend swiped the app on his phone and the vibrator inside me went off at full speed. "Really?" I gulped as I quickly fumbled for my handbag. I pulled out my phone and as quickly as my shaky hands could manage dialed up all three of his settings to max.

"Damn," he yelped, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. "I'm never going to get used to being fucked in the ass by this thing." He was successful at saying that in a whisper.

"I'll do my best to get you used to it." I backed off both the vibrations on his taint and the thrusting. But I did not stop either of them.

About that time, we were interrupted by our waiter. Boyfriend ordered his typical whiskey sour and I ordered my typical pinot grigio. I struggled to stay still and keep quiet as the server recited the daily specials. Boyfriend was slowly turning up the vibrations in my panties.

"Bastard," I whispered once the server finally left.

He just smiled his wicked smile. "He was checking you out. He couldn't keep his eyes off your boobs."

"Mm, maybe." He sure looked like he was checking me out. "He is kinda cute," I teased. He was cute. I sped up the thrusting in Boyfriend's ass. It was everything I could do to not be obvious with my squirming in my chair.

"You think he's cute?" He was struggling to talk as I had the vibrations almost all the way on high. "You should give him a blowjob. Maybe he'll give us a discount on our bill. Oh, God," he gulped. I made the toy fuck his ass at the highest setting.

We spent the next few minutes staring at each other, both trying hard to bring the other to the edge of orgasm while trying hard not to show we were on the edge of our own orgasm. Neither of us were very still in our seats. The vibrations inside my pussy and the feeling of not wearing panties made the nub between my labia very firm. Wiggling in my chair intensified the anal stimulation by the butt-plug. The silky texture of the bodice of my dress tickled my unprotected nipples, making them as hard and sensitive as ever. I didn't have to look down to know they were producing visible bumps in my dress.

Our server was back quickly with our drinks and asking for our orders. I could barely speak as I tried to order my grilled chicken with fettuccine alfredo. I thought I could hear the sound of the vibrator buzzing against my chair. I know my voice was shaky. Boyfriend was more in control as he ordered his ribeye, but I could see his butt squirming in his chair.

Once the server left, I asked, "Can we agree to backoff for a bit? I don't want you to cream your pants. Not yet, at least."

He agreed. I anticipated him saying something snarky, but he seemed to be as ready to backoff as I was.

If anyone were watching us carefully, they would have seen us simultaneously fiddle with our phones and then simultaneously fall back in our chairs with an audible sigh of relief. I took two, maybe three breaths before emitting a whispered (sort of), "Ah, fuck."

"What?" he asked.

I nodded towards the door. "Barry Arnold. And his wife." Barry Arnold is a client of my firm. I had recently handled a couple of litigation matters for him. I didn't expect any clients to be slumming in our neighborhood for dinner, and I would never have guessed Barry Arnold of all people to be here. He has founded or bought and grown multiple multi-million-dollar businesses. His net worth is deep into nine digits, pushing billionaire status. And, of course, he caught my eye.

As the hostess pointed them to their table, he brought his wife over to ours. "Nice to see you, Abby," he said, holding out his hand. "No, no, don't get up," he said as I started to rise. "We won't interfere with your night. Just wanted to say, hi."

"It is good to see you," I answered, firmly shaking his hand.

He introduced his wife, Jenna, whom I had never met, and I introduced my boyfriend. Mr. Arnold told us they had heard great things about this little restaurant and just had to try it. We assured them the rumors were true, perhaps even understated.

I did my best to be casual and forget that I had a vibrator in my pussy and that my dress emphasized instead of hid my boobs. I could tell my boyfriend was also working to hide his circumstances; he had strategically placed his napkin in his lap to cover the very large bulge in his pants. He could not, however, stop himself from continually checking out Jenna's rather large rack that was bursting out of her glitzy, skimpy halter-top dress.

After about thirty seconds of pleasantries, he and Jenna headed to their table. "You know, your guy spent the entire time looking at your tatas," Boyfriend chided me.

"He did not." He only leered at my chest most of the time. I was afraid to look but more afraid to not know. So, I looked down at my chest. As I feared, the top of my dress had parted even more, revealing more than just cleavage. There was no nip-slip, but at minimum the inner third of each boob was uncovered and on display. Plus, the split in the middle was nearly to my navel, leaving in plain sight the bright red strip connecting the underwiring of my bra. Anyone with any knowledge of racy lingerie would know it was an open-cup bra. Although I had no reason to know for certain, I was very confident Mr. Arnold knew racy lingerie. The fact my nipples were not exposed was essentially irrelevant as they were so hard and the bodice so thin, he could easily see how big and hard my titties were. Great. Now two of my clients know their lawyer has big, puffy areolae with big, prominent nipples.

"You don't have any grounds from which to speak. You spent the entire time looking at her tatas," I returned the shot.

"She put them on display, so, yeah, I looked." He gave me a smirk as he blatantly stared at my chest. I instinctively moved my hands to my top to close the enormous gap with the tiny bit of cloth available. But I remembered the theme of the night and left it out in the open. Besides, the damage was done. "I'm just surprised he lets his daughter go out in public like that."

"She's his wife. Not daughter."

He smiled. He knew. "I thought that's what he said, but I was sure I misheard."

"Yup. Wife." Finishing my first glass of wine in one big gulp, I added, "His daughters are older than her."

He laughed. "No surprise." I noticed the buzzing in my pussy was kicking up a notch.

"You going there?" I eyed him.

He raised his eyebrow as he turned it up another notch. I matched him, turning up the thrusting in his ass as well as the vibrations on his taint. He moaned quietly, his smile letting me know he had no objections.

"You know, he's thinking about you right now." Boyfriend nodded over to Mr. Arnold, a few tables away. He was looking at his wife but then, as if on cue, quickly shot a look our way. "He's probably imaging himself sticking his hand inside that wide-open dress of yours and groping your boobs."

"I doubt it. Not with a wife with boobs like hers." I adjusted myself in my seat as the buzzing was getting to me.

"Maybe he's imaging having both her and you. Wouldn't you like to go down on him?" I had never thought of Mr. Arnold in that way until that moment. But now that he mentioned it, shit. Mr. Arnold is an attractive man. Tall, slender. A strong jawline. Steel blue eyes. Just enough gray hair mixed with his sandy blonde hair. His bank account is not the only reason he gets his pick of beautiful women. Now my own boyfriend has me wondering what's in Mr. Arnold's pants.

"All I'm thinking about is getting laid by you when dinner is over." That was true until about five seconds ago.

"Liar. You're thinking about sucking him off. Maybe even sucking him and our waiter at the same time."

What is it with that man thinking about me blowing other men? It's not something I think of on my own. But, now that he's put it in my head.... "No, I'm not thinking of sucking him. Or our server," I lied.

I took a long drink of my wine to wet my very dry lips. My other lips, on the other hand, were not dry at all. The hard nub between those lips was aching, begging for direct contact of some sort. I crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed my legs in a futile effort to placate the fire burning down below.

I was startled by our server approaching from behind me with our dinners. A deep blush ran through me as he placed my dinner in front of me. He obviously looked down my dress. After Boyfriend's comments, I couldn't stop my eyes from checking below the server's belt. His black, baggy pants revealed no secrets, but I am sure he saw me checking him out. His smile was more than the "friendly waiter looking for a good tip" smile.

Once our plates were served and he departed, I took the first step to a ceasefire by shutting off the vibrators and thrusting in Boyfriend's pants. He smiled and silently accepted the ceasefire by shutting down the vibrator in my loin.

We finished our dinner without either side violating the unspoken vibrator ceasefire. As we were wrapping up, however, I couldn't resist poking his ass by turning on the thruster for a couple of lunges. He groaned and, of course, reciprocated by turning on the vibrator inside my pussy. And not on the lowest setting.

For whatever reason, restarting the vibrator this time put me on the edge of bliss almost immediately. "Mm," I moaned much louder than I wanted as I twisted in my chair.

Boyfriend smiled at me. "It's got you ready to cum, doesn't it?" he whispered with a mischievous, lustful grin. I answered him by turning his up to full, both the vibrating on his dick and balls and the driving up his ass. "Mm," he groaned. But the lust in his eyes only deepened. "Fuck me all you want, but you're going to cum right here, right now."

I squirmed as the vibrations ran through my entire body. He shifted the pattern so that instead of a constant hum, it cycled, intensifying, then decreasing, and then increasing and back down again. "Oh, God," I gasped. The rhythm aroused my clit even more.

At that point I realized he had never previously given me the highest setting. The most intense vibrations at the peak of the oscillations were much more intense than the most intense that he had given me to that point. He was right--I was going to cum.

I grabbed the table to keep myself steady as my eyes started fluttering. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet while my climax ran through me. My concentration was split between enjoying the peak and trying not to be obvious. That concentration was broken by our server asking, "Are we all done here?"

The interruption caused me to sputter out some kind of noise I can't recreate as I lost the delicate control I had struggled to gain. "I'm sure she's done," Boyfriend covered for me.

"Mm," was all I could manage with a nod. My face was blood red, I am sure, both from embarrassment and from the orgasm that was still ebbing. When I cum, the red from my face usually expands down my neck and to my chest. A chest which, at that moment, was mostly exposed. Our server had to have seen and had to have known what it meant.

"Can I interest you in dessert?"

I just shook my head as that was all I could manage while trying not to gasp for air like a marathoner just finishing the race. "We're good," Boyfriend answered for us. "Just the check, please."

"Be right back." The server turned away, but not until he gave me one last look-over and smile that said he knew. At least that was my interpretation of the smile.

"You're welcome," Boyfriend said with a lecherous smile. "I'm sure you were imagining him or Mr. Arnold fucking you. Or both. Or maybe Judge Marshall. Or all three."

"I was just thinking about how I need to get you home and do this the right way." My pussy was so wet, it crossed my mind that I might have a spot on the back of my dress or, worse, might leave a stain on the chair.

"Yes, you do owe me. And I expect payment." He smiled but he was firm. And dirty.

The server quickly brought us our check and I handed him my credit card. When he returned my card and the receipt for signature, he said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself and were fully satisfied." He was looking only at me, not at Boyfriend.

"She was fully satisfied," he answered for me. I just smiled back at the server as he smiled and turned away. "I see you checking out his ass," Boyfriend whispered across the table.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I sighed as I stood to leave. I was quite happy with myself that I was relatively steady when I stood. Surveying the room, I saw there was no way to leave without passing right by Mr. Arnold and his wife. "Let's get home so I can get some real flesh inside me instead of this damn plastic toy."

"I'm all for that." When he stood, he could no longer hide the enormous bulge in his pants.

He showed no signs of embarrassment or self-consciousness over his very visible erection. I sighed. I wasn't thrilled by the prospects of parading past a very important client and his trophy wife showing off my boyfriend's gigantic pecker (not to mention I was still displaying my large and still hard nipples). But we were already down that path and there was no going back. So, I sucked it up and strode confidentially if not defiantly towards the exit.

Mr. Arnold caught our eyes, of course. "Hope you all enjoy the rest of your night," he said while swallowing.

"We will," I understated. "Enjoying the food?"

"Oh, goodness, yes," he said emphatically. "It's everything everyone has said. You're lucky to have this in your neighborhood." With Boyfriend and I standing near his table and Mr. Arnold and his wife seated, Mr. Arnold's eyes were exactly level with my boobs. To his credit, he did look into my eyes. Part of the time. Most of the time his eyes were looking exactly where one would expect a man's eyes to be looking.

Jenna's eyes were no more innocent. Boyfriend and I were standing between their chairs and eye-level for her was slightly above Boyfriend's waist. Her eyes were--understandably--drawn to the huge bump in Boyfriend's pants. She was struggling to not look like she was looking, but she was obviously looking. And she was totally distracted by his undisguised, engorged manhood only a few inches from her face.

"We will leave you to your food. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Turning to Jenna, I added, "It was nice to meet you."

"Oh, you, too," she said, startled. Her face turned five shades of red out of guilt-fueled embarrassment.

We all said our "good-byes" and "nice-to-meet-yous" and "have-a-nice-night". Boyfriend and I headed towards the door.

"Nice guy. He really likes your tits," Boyfriend said, hopefully after we were out of earshot. "Are you going to start showing off your tits to all your clients?"

"Who knows?" I sighed as we hit the door and braced against the cold wind of the night. "Maybe there is a market niche for a high-end woman lawyer who shows off her aroused nipples."

"There's always a market niche for a woman who shows off her aroused titties."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the alleyway between the restaurant and the next building. "What,... Where are we going?" I gasped.

"Not far." He pulled me about twenty or thirty feet down the narrow, dark alley and then shoved me against the brick wall of the restaurant. He grabbed my face with both hands and planted a passionate, open-mouth kiss on my lips. "I need you to blow me now."

"You can't wait till we get home? This isn't the best neighborhood." I looked down the dark alley and back to the street. I didn't see anything suspicious, but it was dark.

"Yes. Now. You've been stimulating my dick for over an hour now. I need it now." I heard him unbuckle his belt. "It's not going to take long."

"I need you hard when we get home. You going to be able to get it up again? You've already cum once today."

"Twice. I yanked one off at work thinking about this morning. Don't worry, I'll get it up again. I've never disappointed you, have I?" He has not. "You always get me hard. Now, on your knees. Suck me." He pushed down on my shoulders.

I dropped to my knees. A thousand different reasons ran through my head why this was a bad, bad idea. Then I looked at the outline of his very large, very hard dick straining his boxers and every one of those reasons disappeared. There was a sizable spot of precum where the head of his dick pressed against the fabric. I thought it was fortunate he was wearing his navy-blue suit. Had he been wearing khakis, his erection would have been even more obvious and that precum would have soaked through.

My desire for his dick having overcome any rational concerns about the wisdom of sucking my boyfriend in an alleyway, I grabbed the elastic waistline of his boxers and pulled them down. His prick sprang free, begging for attention and release.

God, how I love his dick. It is the biggest I've ever had--both the longest and the thickest. I haven't had a lot of lovers, but enough to know his is something special. When hard, like it was at that moment, it points straight up and has just the right amount of texture. It's not overly veiny, but has enough bumps to tickle my hand or mouth or vagina or whatever part of my body has the pleasure of engulfing it. The helmet is large with a pronounced lip that is a pleasure to circle with either my fingers or my tongue. In the moments before eruption, the slit opens wide and the helmet turns a deep purple. And the eruption. God, the eruption. He never fails to fill my vagina or my mouth or my anus or wherever it is he lets it fly with a large load of warm, tasty goo. God, how I love his dick.

A quick look and feel confirmed exactly what he told me. This was not going to take long. The shaft was hard as steel. The head was inflamed and deep purple. It had a glaze of clear pre-cum and the slit was open. I didn't have to do any of the "fancy" things I like to do when giving him head, things he loves for me to do. I simply grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand, grabbed his nuts with my other, and sealed my lips around the corona.

I twirled my tongue around the cap of his cock and then took as much as I could into my mouth. "Damn it, woman," he growled. "I love how you suck my cock." He buried his fingers into my hair, holding my head as I bobbed up and down on his engorged cock.

Boyfriend shifted around a little as I thought I heard some noise in the distance. But I paid neither any attention as I felt in his balls and in his cock that the eruption was seconds away. And erupt he did. "Ah, fuck!" he yelled.

I knew I had been stimulating his balls for over an hour with the vibrator and the probe fucking his ass. And I know he always spews a lot. But it was his third orgasm of the day. So, I was expecting a smaller load than usual. I was wrong. My mouth, which still retained the remnants of the creamy, tasty alfredo sauce, was immediately filled with Boyfriend's creamy, tasty semen. I had to swallow quickly to take the second and third blasts that plastered the back of my throat. And it seemed like it kept coming. Or cumming. It seriously felt like he had nearly as much, if not more, than he pumped into my vagina that morning. The boy generates some juice.

When he was finally finished emptying his balls into my mouth, I pulled his still large dick out. I licked the head clean, looking up at him while doing so. "Good Lord, woman. You are so great at sucking cock," he groaned with a deep smile on his face. I winked at him as I pulled up his boxers and lovingly secured his retreating but still substantial prick back into its proper clothing.

"Okay," I sighed as I stood. "Let's get out of here before we get overrun by rats or get mugged." I looked around, trying to assuage my fears that had reappeared once he had finished filling my mouth with his cream.

He grabbed my hand and quickly led me out of the alleyway. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"I enjoyed it, but I'm sure not as much as you did." I squeezed his hand. I contemplated ramping up the toys on his privates, but decided to give them a brief respite. I had no intention of giving him a respite once we got back to our apartment.

"Don't worry. I waved at Mr. Arnold when they went by. I know you wouldn't have wanted him to think we were ignoring him."

"What?!" I yelped, coming to a complete stop.

"Yeah, he looked down the alley while you were busy. It looked like he saw us, so I didn't want to ignore him." I couldn't tell by the look on his face whether he was playing with me or being serious. Or both.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh well," I resigned and resumed walking. "Maybe there's a market for female lawyers that show their aroused titties and perform sex act in alleyways."

"There is always a market for women that show their titties and perform sex acts in alleyways," he laughed. "And probably at a higher hourly rate than you charge."

"Right now, I don't care. Just get me home and return the favor." I tugged his arm and quickened our pace back to the apartment.

The last two blocks to the apartment seemed interminable. Boyfriend turned up the vibrator inside me to what had to be the highest setting, now with a quick, pulsing rhythm that heightened the stimulation. Since he wasn't given me any break, I turned his back on, vibrating his taint and thrusting into his ass on the highest setting.

When we stepped into our apartment, we slammed the door and I pinned him against that door, shoving my body hard against his and planting a deep, passionate kiss on his mouth. He reached around behind me and grabbed my ass over my dress, squeezing it as tightly as he could. I could feel life already returning to his genitals as a bump pushed against my belly.

I pulled back from our kiss and told him, simply, "Fuck me."

"Oh, you're getting fucked. Very fucked." He grabbed my face, pulled me in for a violent kiss, and then grabbed my arm, taking us quickly to the bedroom.

As we essentially trotted to the bedroom, I peeled my outercoat and dropped it somewhere outside the bedroom. He shed his suit coat and left it crumpled on the hallway floor. Once we were in the bedroom, we started kissing while our hands furiously started undressing the other. Of course, all he had to do was unzip my dress and pull it over my head and I was effectively naked. Deprived of my dress, all I was wearing was the open-cup bra, stockings and garters, and my fuck-me boots. All my goodies were exposed. He shoved me down on the bed. "Stay there," he commanded firmly.

I scooted up the bed while he went for the toy drawer. One of the toy drawers. Much to my approval, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "I hope those are for you," I growled.

"They are for me." He paused as he climbed on the bed. "To use on you." He grabbed my right hand and snapped one cuff around my right wrist. He then weaved the links between the cuffs through the spindles in the bed's headboard. Securing the other cuff around my left wrist, he knelt beside me. "There. Right where you should be."

I tugged against the headboard, showing he had me securely bound. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked, excited about the possibilities.

"You'll see. And feel." All I had managed to do before he threw me on the bed was loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He climbed off the bed and leered at me like a hungry lion eyeing a lamb tied to a stake as he removed his tie and then his shirt. Next, he toed off his shoes while unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants and his boxers in one move then pulled off his socks.

Completely naked, he stood next to me, hovering over me. The device on his genitals was still going; I could hear the hum of the vibrators and the thrusting of the phallus. "This has got to go," he growled as he pulled it out of his ass and then off his cock and balls. "It has rubbed my ass raw. Literally." He threw it to the floor. His cock was not erect but was thick. It looked like it wouldn't take much to get it ready for action.

Freed of clothing and artificial intrusions, Boyfriend dug into a different toy drawer. This time he pulled out two nipple clamps and held them up for me to see. "Your tits have been ignored too long."

"I'm glad to see you are remedying that gross oversight." Just the sight of the clamps increased the tingle between my legs. My clit was so hard.

He smiled his wicked, dirty smile as he climbed on the bed. He tugged on my right nipple to make sure it was erect enough for the clamp to attach to. It was plenty big. My left nipple was distended enough for the clamp to grasp, but he tugged and twisted it anyways. That was for his pleasure.

The clamps securely in place, he sat back on his haunches. The clamps were connected by a long, silver chain. He lifted the chain, pulling my nipples up. "Making sure the clamps are secure," he winked at me.

"They're secure." He pulled the chain so high it lifted my breasts. My tits were elongated as far as they could be. "Mm, God," I gasped. My clit was so fucking hard it hurt.

His dick was stiffening. Repositioning himself, he straddled my head, facing my feet. His hairy nuts were six inches or so above my face. His thick dick, not yet erect but getting there, swayed stiffly. "Like the view?"

"Love the view." I also loved the smell. He always mists his privates with cologne. The smell of that cologne combined with the smell of the day and the faint, earthy smell of his anus filled my nose. That mixture of smells alone stirs me. I could feel the juices leeching from between my swollen pussy lips. The boy needed to get me off and get me off good and get me off soon.

"Good, because here's a closeup." He lowered himself down so that his nuts brushed against my nose. He then tilted his hips and started swaying them, causing his dick to slap my face. "You need a good dick-slapping."

"Yes, sir, slap me with your dick." He held his dick and smacked my face with it. "Mm," I groaned. He dragged it over my lips; I stuck my tongue out to catch the tip as he traced it around my lips. It glistened from the precum seeping from the opening.

Slapping and rubbing his dick on my face soon got him stiff and pointing up. He adjusted his body again, squatting so that his balls were on my forehead. He then moved down my face, dragging his ballsack over my nose and stopping at my mouth. I, of course, opened my mouth and took them in. "Mm, babe," he groaned. "Suck my nuts. You know how to do it. Suck them."

I sucked them hard into my mouth. I ran my tongue around them and in between them, causing him to gasp. Since he was sitting facing my feet, my nose was buried in his asshole. He does keep himself clean, but, at the end of the day, he still has hints of that dirty, earthy aroma. Softened by his cologne and the remnants of the lube, yes, but it still had that distinctive undertone.

"Okay, now," he lifted his balls out of my mouth, "lick my ass that you abused so badly with that fucking toy." Another minor adjustment put his taint right on my mouth. "After what you've done to it, you need to make it feel better." I licked my tongue from the base of his balls to his puckered, brown hole and back again. "Oh, God, that feels so good. You're making it feel so much better." I kept licking, tasting his sweat and the lube.

Another slight adjustment had his anus right over my mouth. I circled the edges of his anus with my tongue. The taste of the lube was predominant, but there was still the earthy flavoring of his asshole, a flavoring that I do love. I guess I am a pervert, too.

After rimming his asshole several times, I finally pushed my tongue hard against his exit. He groaned and twisted his hips while I continued orally pleasuring his dirtiest region. In response, he pulled hard on the chain attached to my tits. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the silky stockings rub against each other and the heat flowing from my crotch. The vibrator was still inside me and was still stimulating my vagina. He had changed it to a rapid pulse that was driving me insane. Then he reached down and pushed his fingers into the top of my folds. I moaned into his asshole. I was ready to explode.

But then he stopped. He dropped the chain, moved his hands away from my labia, and removed his ass from my face. "What, what're you doing?"

"Next phase." He moved to the end of the bed and forcefully pulled my knees apart.

"Yes. I hope this means you're finally going to mount me." God, I was so ready to have that strong cock of his inside my cunt.

"You're getting mounted. Just not right now." He reached between my legs and took hold of the butt plug. "This has to go for now."

I sighed as he pulled it out. My sphincter sighed as well, relieved of holding the plug in place.

Boyfriend was back at the toy drawer. I love our toys, but I was ready for the real thing that was standing proud from his dark bush. "What are you getting now?"

"This." He pulled out a large, black dildo. A very large, black dildo. It is our biggest phallus. It is even bigger than his God-given phallus. He also grabbed something else small out of the drawer that I did not see.

"What are you going to do with that?"

He looked at me with a look that clearly said, "You know damn well what I'm going to do with this." He put it up to his lips and stuck it in his mouth to start getting it wet. I don't know for sure, but I don't think I would like to see him with a real dick in his mouth. But watching him put a dildo in his mouth--God, that makes my clit ache. He knows it and he was giving me a show.

After a few moments of licking and sucking on the cap of the huge, fake, black prick, he took out a bottle of lube and put a stingy dab on the crown. His eyes locked on mine, he purposefully stroked the dildo, spreading the lubricant over its full length.

"Surely you're not putting that where you just removed the plug," I whimpered. We've only used it in my ass a couple of times before that night. It was not comfortable at all.

"Oh yeah, babe. You're ready for it tonight." He got up on the bed again, spreading my legs even further apart. "Lift your hips, sweety." I complied, tilting them up so that my ass was off the bed. He pressed one of his fingers against my anus. The finger still had some lube on it which he spread on the exterior of my anus. He then pushed his finger in. My ass, already stretched from the plug, easily accepted his finger.

"Mm, yeah," I moaned as he twirled his finger inside my rectum. I hated anal sex when he first took my anal cherry. Especially since his dick is so big. But with practice and with him getting to know how to turn me on and with me getting to know what I like, I quickly grew to love anal sex. In fact, it has given me some of my most intense orgasms. But that big thing... I feared it was just too much for my little asshole.

That didn't seem to bother my dear Boyfriend, however. Perching himself between my legs, he put the cap against my little, brown hole. The cap was so big, it pushed my small ass cheeks apart. "Ready? Never mind, I don't care if you think you're ready. I know you're ready." With that, he pushed it into my lower intestine.

"Holy fuck!" I yelled. He shoved it slowly but firmly all the way in. When he finally stopped, I felt the fake balls nestled against my butt-crack. "Holy fuck, I've never taken it all the way."

"I told you that you were ready." His lecherous smile beamed as he started pulling the ginormous prick out, bringing it until I could feel the over-exaggerated corona at the inside edge of my orifice. Then he shoved it back in, this time not so gently.

My bowels began to accept the girth and length of the toy. As he rocked it back and forth, the pain very quickly was displaced by pleasure, a pleasure I had never felt in my ass with that toy before. Then, with his other hand, he applied a small vibrator to top of my cleft. "Oh, fucking hell," I groaned. I squirmed into the bed, pulling hard against the restraints. The tension was building to the crescendo I so desperately wanted and I knew it was going to be loud.

And then he pulled away. He pulled the dildo out, removed the vibrator off my clit, and turned off the phone-controlled vibrator inside my vagina. "What the hell?!?" I yelled. The tide receded, replaced by frustration.

"Not yet." He looked at me, that smirk broader than ever before. He was quite proud of himself. Sitting back on his haunches in between my feet, he surveyed me from the toes of my boots, up my still-stockinged legs, lingering on my soaking wet pussy, up to my heaving breasts, and finally to my exasperated and I'm sure red face. "Woman, you are so damn gorgeous. This may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

"Well, I'm not a damn picture in a museum. Fuck me, already." I rattled my hands over my head that were still cuffed to the spindles in the headboard. My patience had worn thin.

"In due time." He picked up the big dildo and returned it to my dark hole. "In due time, babe." He grinned as he pushed it into my ass again. One long, steady shove and he had the fake balls against my ass once again.

"Ugh," I groaned, the pain and the pleasure equally balanced. He yanked on the chain connected to the nipple clamps, pulling at my hyper-sensitive nipples. The pain and the pleasure were equally balanced. Flicking his wrist holding that chain, he created a pull-and-release action on my tits while he started thrusting the dildo in my ass. The pleasure very quickly overtook the pain.

That action was heating me up again and heating me up quickly. Then he leaned down and put his face between my legs. His mouth attacked my pussy, his tongue expertly finding my clit instantly. The direct attention my pleasure button had been craving sent a shock wave through my entire body. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" I yelled. I pulled hard against the cuffs securing me to the bed. I squeezed my thighs against his head. "God, I'm going to cum!" he screamed.

And then he pulled back again. "You mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch!" I screamed as the wave disappeared micro-seconds before I was going to cum. "Are you trying to torture me?"

He just grinned that evil grin he has. I could feel the dildo still in my ass, about halfway in and halfway out. The vibrator, though off, still stimulated the insides of my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together to give my aching genitals some sort of comfort. "No, no," he said, grabbing the heels of my boots and pulling them apart. He then reached down and grabbed his phone. "Say, 'cheese'," he chuckled as he snapped a few pictures. He pulled the vibrator out and snapped a few more pictures.

"Bastard. Finish me." I did not smile for the pictures.

"I will finish you, don't worry." He brought his phone up to me and showed me the pictures. In those pictures, my face was still red and the sweat on my brow was obvious. My nipples, pulled tight by the clamps and attached chain, were even longer than usual and dark pink, almost red. My pussy was splayed open, visibly wet, with my inner labia flared open like large butterfly wings and flush to a dark red. My stockings had come free from the garter belt and were gathered haphazardly around the tops of my boots. And, of course, sticking out of my ass was half the gigantic dong. "Aren't these lovely pictures?"

"They need to be deleted. And then you need to fuck me." They were very hot pictures. But he didn't need them on his phone.

"I think I can get Judge Marshall's phone number. And I'm sure your assistant will give me Mr. Arnold's number. Yes, they need to see these." I was sure he was kidding. I was sure I wanted him to be kidding.

"Just delete them and get your sorry ass between my legs."

He smiled and tossed his phone aside. "It is time to charge you up again." He grabbed the chain and yanked it hard. The pull on my tits hurt. But a good hurt. His other hand grabbed the dildo and shoved it all the way up my ass. My ass was sore, but a good sore. He took the clamp off one of my nipples so that he could suck my tit into his mouth. All the while, he continued to thrust the fake prick in and out of my rectum and continued to yank the clamp on my other tit.

"Oh, God, babe," I whimpered. "Let me finish this time. Please let me cum." I needed to cum so fucking badly. He responded by biting my tit. "Oh, fucking hell, yes."

His rough treatment of my tit and vigorous thrusting in my ass was quickly heating me up. I wanted to beg him to let me finish this time, but I knew he'd stop before I came if I begged any more than I already had. So, I tried to keep quiet and not show how turned on I was. I know I failed at that.

I was getting close to climax again when he stopped shoving the dildo up my ass and moved his face off my tits. "Fuck, he's doing it again," I thought. But then he moved his face down between my legs. He put his fingers on the top of my cleft as he resumed rocking the dildo back and forth. While looking directly into my eyes, he lowered his face and sucked the top of my pussy lips into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped. I was on the verge. "God, please don't stop," I blurted out as I immediately reached the edge. Mercifully, he didn't this time. He sucked my very hard and very sensitive clit through his teeth. "Arrrrrrggggggggh, fuck!!!" I yelled as my body convulsed violently. My eyes were closed tightly; my ass lifted off the bed and I twisted hard against the handcuffs secured to the headboard. Then I felt something I had felt only three other times before--I squirted, my pussy ejecting a large splash of a liquid.

My unbelievably intense climax ebbed a bit and Boyfriend pulled away from my pussy. I opened my eyes; they hurt from being closed so tightly. His face was covered with my goo and he was giggling. I wanted to say something, but I had no wind.

"God, that was great," he laughed uncontrollably as he adjusted himself on the bed. He grabbed my boots by the heels and lifted my limp legs, placing them against his torso. Reaching down, he pushed the plastic tool to make sure it was fully in with the plastic nuts snug against my ass. He then lined his cockhead against my very wet and very sensitive labia was still buzzing.

"About time," I finally was able to vocalize. "But you can't keep that dildo in my ass while you shove your cock in me."

"Why not? Both will fit."

"No, they won't." He was moving the tip of his dick inside my folds, flicking over and around my clit that still throbbed from the first orgasm and that desperately wanted a second. "You're too big."

"You can handle it. Just pretend that's Judge Marshall underneath you, fucking your ass, while I fuck your pussy." With that, he shoved his giant cock all the way in my pussy.

I had never felt so full in my entire life. I think I literally saw stars as my body tensed from the orgasmic electricity. My back arched and lifted my ass off the bed. Boyfriend struggled but succeeded at keeping my lower half enough in control so that he could slam himself into me with a fierce passion.

My pussy contracted around his dick and my rectum contracted around the dildo as I screamed and twisted. I heard him saying something; I'm not sure exactly what he was saying. I know I heard, "Woman, you're so fucking tight." And, "Fuck, you're squirting so damn much." And, "God, this looks so damn hot." And more. Everything he was saying competed with the noise I was making, the noise the bed was making, and the sheer flood of orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly, I noticed my arms were free. My hands were still cuffed together, but they were no longer attached to the bed. I opened my eyes enough to see Boyfriend's sweaty, red face between my boots. He was laughing, as best he could between his huffing.

My hands somewhat free, I put them down where Boyfriend and I intersected. My fingers feeling his cock stretch my pussy lips and my taut clit shook me to my core. I felt every fiber of my being tremble.

I had no concept of time. So, I don't know if it happened quickly or if he lasted a long time, but eventually I felt his dick grow those extra millimeters it does before it explodes and I vaguely heard something I took to be him announcing his pending explosion. Then he did. My vagina was already compressed by the monster dildo in my rectum and by the excitement of my orgasm. When he came, I felt every single pulse of his penis. And I felt every powerful splurt of semen into my overstuffed canal, blasting my cervix and coating my insides. My orgasm, which was already unbelievably intense, became the most intense I had ever experienced. He told me later he was sure I passed out for a moment as I went totally limp. I had no ability to deny his claim.

Some semblance of consciousness returned when my legs fell off his chest and plopped onto the bed with a thud. A mix of our body fluids flowed out of my pussy when his limp dick retreated. I noticed I no longer felt anything in my lower intestines. Something caused the dildo to leave my ass. I guessed my orgasm ejected it. The sheets beneath my ass were soaked.

Boyfriend collapsed on the bed next to me. "Holy shit, that was great." Boyfriend was the first of us to be able to say something other than a grunt or a gasp.

"For me, too." I turned towards him. He leaned over and gave me a tired but heart-felt kiss. "So, what the hell happened here?" I lifted my still-cuffed but freed-from-the-bed hands.

He laughed. "You broke the bed." He reached above my head and brought back parts of two broken spindles from the headboard. "I'm living with the She-hulk," he laughed heartily.

"Not funny," I said, though laughing. "We have to fix that."

"No, no we don't." He was still laughing. "This will be a forever reminder of just how passionate you are when it comes to sex."

I had turned my head as best I could to see the damaged headboard. "That has to be fixed."

"Nope. It looks great." He kissed me again, this time warmly and passionately. "You are the best fuck, ever."

"Thank you. And you are the best fucker ever."

Narrator's post-script.

The repercussions of that one lost wager reverberated well into the future. The first thing I did as soon as I got into the office the next morning was instruct my assistant to not give my boyfriend the contact information for any of the firm's clients or attorneys. I knew my assistant would never do so, but I was leaving nothing to chance.

However, later that evening Boyfriend told me that his boss was close friends with Judge Marshall and he willingly shared Judge Marshall's personal cell phone number with Boyfriend. Over the course of the next several weeks, he hinted a number of times that he sent to Judge Marshall one or more of the pictures of me from that night essentially naked and tied to the bed. He never unequivocally said he did. But he never unequivocally denied it, either. Anytime I pressed him on it, he deflected. "You don't trust me?" "Why would I do that?" "That's crazy talk." But he would never say, "No, I did not send any pictures."

Judge Marshall gave no hints during any of my future hearings that he had seen me in my most intimately exposed condition. But I did run into him several times at local functions of the local Bar association and he was much friendlier with me than he had ever been before. And, it seemed to me at least, he was friendlier to me than to anyone else. Certainly friendlier to me than anyone else that wasn't a person of political or financial influence. Anytime that would happen, Boyfriend would simply smile at me and say, "You're welcome."

As for the hearing that started these dominos to fall, Judge Marshall was true to his word. He issued his order exactly when he said he would. That next Friday morning, we received a letter with his ruling. It granted my motion in its entirety. His written opinion accepted almost all my arguments without deviation. That meant the only issue left in that case was a jury trial about how much the defendant would have to pay our client. The following Monday morning, the defendant's attorney called my boss, the lead counsel and a senior partner at my law firm, with an offer that was higher than we knew our client would accept. My boss turned the matter over to me and let me negotiate the final number. We quickly reached an agreement that made our client very happy. And that made my boss very, very happy.

Boyfriend assured me Judge Marshall granted my motion because of the brilliance of my motion and argument, not because of any pictures he may or may not have received. However,

Boyfriend was convinced that my argument was brilliant because during the hearing I had vibrators attached to my clit and imbedded in my vagina as well as a butt-plug up my ass. He vigorously argued that I should go to all future hearings with toys attached to my genitals. "It sharpens your focus," he claimed.

I firmly refused. That was too intense and too much sensual overload. On the other hand, I could not deny my senses were heightened by wearing sexy clothing under my typical courtroom attire. There is something both sexually arousing and mentally invigorating to argue detailed legal points in a formal courtroom while wearing undergarments designed to stimulate carnal urges. So, after considerable back-and-forth with Boyfriend, I agreed that for all future hearings I would wear sexy undergarments. I always wore thigh-high stockings, either stay-up or attached to a garter of some kind. Corsets were frequently worn. Panties were almost always a G-string, a thong, or something similar and would be as sheer or lacy or minimal as possible. Probably half the time, they were crotchless.

Bras were a challenge. Notwithstanding my earlier comments, I insisted there is no market for a respected female attorney who shows off her aroused nipples. Sure, there's a market for females who show off their titties. But not for female attorneys who hope to be respected for their work. Boyfriend resisted that conclusion, but I'm sure he did so just to mess with me. He may be a pervert (OK, he is a pervert), but he does not want to ruin my career or damage my professional reputation. He sincerely wants me to succeed. So, we agreed there would be no more open-cup bras with thin, white blouses at hearings. Instead, there were lacy, half-cup bras; balconette bras; sheer bras under thick, dark colored blouses. There was never a hint of cleavage in the courtroom. There may have been a time or two (or more) where there may have been an "accidental" hint of cleavage (or more) when a distraction of an opposing party or attorney would have been helpful to my client's cause. But no one could ever prove it was intentional and I'll never admit to that.

Did wearing sexy undergarments actually improve my performance at court hearings? I seriously doubt it. But it sure made my boyfriend happy thinking about me wearing crotchless panties in front of a judge and other attorneys. I must admit, it excited me as well. And who doesn't like the idea of having a lucky garter belt? So, really, it doesn't matter whether or not I win more hearings while dressed like a hooker under my courtroom-appropriate attire. What matters is I enjoy it.