The Barrister

This story takes place after and involves characters from my "Sister/Genie" series. There are a number of reminder summaries in this story referring to events of the series, so obviously there are some spoilers involved. The reminders are for those who might have read the story a while ago.

This story is set in the UK and involves a practicing lawyer, but I'm not personally familiar with the structure of the UK judiciary. I've done some research, but apologies if I misrepresented something.

Sci-fi/Fantasy is non-specific, so I'll add that the story mostly focuses on lesbian content, though there are some references to Japanese hentai tropes including futanari.

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Taylor Dupree opened the door to her flat with a balancing act that involved a kitten heel, a shoulder bag, two grocery bags, and a swinging door. Apparently the previous owner of the flat had a cat that was desperate to become an outdoor cat. Combined with absent-mindedness, it was a recipe for frequent escapes until they installed a spring system that practically slammed the door closed. Usually Taylor didn't mind it, but when it forced her to wedge her door open centimeters at a time with her foot or see it slam back and force her to balance her keys again, it was annoying.

After she worked her way inside, she put the things that absolutely needed to be stored in the refrigerator away but left the rest on the counter. Her electric kettle was well on its way to providing her water for tea as she settled down in her easy chair.

Being one of the relatively new Public Access Barristers in the UK often made her feel like she was doing twice the work for half the respect of a more traditional barrister. A lot of the "good ol' boys" in the profession thought it was criminally improper of her to associate with clients directly and sullied the office. Meanwhile she often confused the hell out of solicitors who traditionally would be calling her to take on their cases, instead of the other way around. So even when most of her cases were going well, such as now, she still wound up feeling exhausted.

Her tea kettle and her door chime went off almost simultaneously. She growled in frustration; the doorman was supposed to be stricter about letting people through, but he was an overly friendly Geordie pushing sixty at best and she suspected a nice face with a smile and a cheerful hello often got him to hold the door without checking for someone's keys or ID.

She flipped off the kettle so she didn't flood her flat with steam and made her way to the door in a hurry. She looked through the peep hole but didn't recognize the girl on the other side. She thought it might be a delivery she had to sign for so she opened the door.

Then she gasped and put her hands over her mouth, which of course let the door slam shut in the girl's face and nearly hit Taylor in the cheek.

She scrambled frantically for the knob and got the door open again.

"I am so sorry, this bloody door, um... hi... you're... um..."

"Hello Miss Dupree," the girl said.

Nearly a year ago, Taylor had done some legal work for a company and sat in on a presentation from their marketing firm. One of the representatives from the firm was a Trevor Mondrian, apparently a legend in the field. However, by the time Taylor met him he was clearly out of the game. He brought two girls with him to the meeting. Both were twins that looked like they'd come straight out of lad mag and acted like they were ready to shag anyone and anything in the building. Rumor had it they'd managed at least one of the two. Some of the other women at the meeting had been appalled, but Taylor couldn't take her eyes off them.

Then a few months later she'd gotten a call from Trevor directly, who'd apparently got her number from his friend at the firm. Then she'd had to race down to a police station in Hackney where two complete knobs had arrested one of the girls. The next several months had seen Taylor become a nightmare for the crown. An illegal strip search was the tip of the iceberg and the Met, desperate to avoid a trial that would bring things into the public eye, agreed to a million pound settlement as long as it was kept out of the news. The money was immaterial to her clients; one had an eight figure net worth and the other ran a business that was pulling in a solid couple of million dollars a year. That business was a cam site. Or at least, a cam and picture site. One that Taylor had initially checked out in the name of client research.

But then she'd seen Kasumi.

To appease the dinosaurs in her profession, and the attitudes of many of her more traditional clients, she'd downplayed her bisexuality publicly. If she was carrying on with a girl, she kept it on the DL, something that had cost her more than one budding romance. In public, she only allowed herself to admire a girl if they were well put together and were already getting stares from guys; that was she could brush it off as wondering what had everyone's attention.

Kasumi hit a bunch of buttons Taylor hadn't known were there.

Kasumi's pictures started out tasteful. Her first set only had her nude, finishing in a pair of white knee socks and schoolgirl shoes, bent over just enough for her pussy to peek through her thighs. Then she found the video. Kasumi had gone from delectable to dirty in a huge jump. The video was around half an hour and featured Kasumi in the middle of a gangbang or an orgy. Technically Taylor guessed it was an orgy because two other women were involved, but for the most part the video focused on a lot of guys fucking Kasumi in every way possible. That one video had kept Taylor for a solid week; she could never last more than five minutes before she soaked her own hand and usually whatever she was sitting on with girl cum.

And now the woman stood in her doorway.

"Can I come in?" Kasumi asked innocently.

"Oh, sorry, yes, so sorry, come on," Taylor stammered, stepping aside.

She couldn't take her eyes off of the girl. Taylor was average size, she thought, standing at about 168cm (5'5"). She was a tad thin at 55 kilos (121lbs) but she had enough of a curve in her ass and her B-cup chest that she could still fill out a dress when she needed to.

Kasumi was a walking fetish. She couldn't have been more than 150cm (5') tall. Taylor was rubbish at guessing weights and Kasumi's body didn't help; she looked slim in general until you saw her hips and especially her chest. Every angle you faced her showed curves, and if the pictures were any indication the curves were from a tempting heart-shaped ass and massive breasts. Her shape was highlighted by the silky, Asian-style dress she wore. It was deep ruby red with the edges embroidered in silver. A line of flowers was also embroidered in silver diagonally across her chest. It was tight against her body all the way up to the collared neck of the dress, though the fabric was thick enough that nothing like underwear or nipples showed through. Her hair was unnaturally cobalt blue (though Taylor couldn't see any roots so maybe she'd just had it dyed) and gathered in a simple ponytail that left it swishing back and forth down to her lower back. Her skin was deep olive in color and her face featured almond-shaped eyes with a slight fold, a cute round nose, and prominent cheeks.

"Oh I'm sorry; it looks like you just had tea ready. Let me get that for you," Kasumi said.

Kasumi looked back at Taylor to see if that was all right, then giggled at Taylor's immobility. She turned back and walked up to the lawyer, then took her hands.

"Relax and sit down, Miss Dupree. I promise everything will be fine. Better than fine, even," Kasumi said.

Taylor shivered as if pulled from a trance and mumbled something, then went back to her easy chair. She was still in a bit of a daze at her erotic fantasy live in her house.

Kasumi finished making the tea and began walking over to Taylor, then stopped as she noticed no other seat. Taylor blushed; she had the armchair near the main window of the apartment that was supposed to denote the living room, but the chair and the flatscreen TV were all the furniture she'd ever put there. She never had guests over; she was either too busy with work to invite anyone over, or she was dealing with a client or mentor-figure, who usually invited her over to their place for any sort of gathering.

She'd also never been in the position to have to or make anyone sleep on a couch. Everyone who'd shared her bed had usually done so for one night at most.

Seeing there were chairs around the table Taylor had procured for form's sake, Kasumi lifted one and brought it over. Taylor was briefly taken aback; the chairs were solid wood, but Kasumi had curled it up in one hand without putting the tea down. Despite that, the teacup didn't seem to have moved and no tea sloshed over the side of the white ceramic. Apparently beneath the delicious curves and soft skin there were well formed muscles.

Kasumi held the tea out until Taylor took it, then set her chair down facing Taylor. She immediately pulled one of Taylor's feet up into her lap, took off her shoe, and began kneading the foot.

Taylor let out an immediate groan as Kasumi's hands seemed to squeeze the aches right out of her without increasing the pain at all. She definitely felt that nice ache that comes from well rubbed muscles, but none of the sharp stinging or pulling.

"You're really good at that," Taylor said.

"I'm good at a lot of things."

Taylor had never understood it when authors described someone as "purring" words until just then. Kasumi had made complete eye contact and there seemed to be a deep, soft, trilling rumble behind each word. At the same time Kasumi slid one hand up so while she was still kneading the ball of Taylor's foot, the other hand was gently rubbing her calf and brushing against the back side of her knee. Those little brushes were exciting her far more than she expected, and she started to squirm.

"Um... so you never said why you were here," Taylor said. Immediately after the words left her mouth she had an image of being smacked upside the head; Kasumi seemed to be making her purpose very clear.

"My Mistress instructed me to serve you for today, Miss Dupree. You should consider me your sex genie as much as I am hers."

That was like a record scratch on the proceedings for Taylor. She till loved what Kasumi was doing to her foot, but some of the heat and sexiness fell off for her.

The "Mistress" Kasumi was talking about was Jaya Gazdar. In the process of helping out Jaya when she was in the middle of a mess with the Met police, Jaya had spun her this elaborate tale of magic, sex genies, teleportation, body swapping, and incest. Taylor had been so thrown by it at the time that she just accepted it and even let Jaya seduce her, partially because she was worried she was dealing with someone who had a very tenuous hold on reality. It wasn't surprising given everything Jaya had been through, and none of it seemed to be illegal or dangerous, so Taylor hadn't questioned it, and had just pulled the concrete facts out to use in her arguments for the court. Cautious, nonspecific questioning, and Kasumi's behavior, now suggested to Taylor that Jaya had some sort of elaborate BDSM roleplay going on.

"Look, um, Jaya doesn't owe me anything for the case; that's all taken care of. She certainly didn't need to tell you to come see me. If you want to go-"

"Miss Dupree," Kasumi interrupted, "I want to thank you. You helped out my Mistress in so many ways when I was unable to."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather take me to lunch or something?" Taylor asked.

Kasumi stopped rubbing her foot and looked distressed. "Are you not attracted to women? Mistress suggested you were, and that you and her-"

"I... I like women, occasionally," Taylor said, pulling back in the chair, "And yeah, your Mis-Jaya and I... well things happened. I... oh shit this isn't you getting back at her or something is it? Did she cheat on you with me? Please don't-"

"Miss Dupree, that is not the case. There is no ill will from anyone. I would have come here to thank you of my own volition. Mistress simply gave me permission to give you access to my powers."

Taylor sighed. "Okay, well, I've completely ruined the mood I think and look, I don't know what sort of thing you and Jaya and her sister have going on but I'm not really into roleplay or BDSM stuff. I wouldn't mind having a cuppa and talking to you but maybe can you drop the act."

Kasumi sighed. "I have spent too much time with Mistress and Trevor; I forget how difficult this is for you," she said.

"Yeah, well, I've heard some people get intense with that shit. Full-on slavery roleplay and never breaking character for months, even in public. No shaming but not my kink," Taylor said.

Kasumi crossed her legs and put her elbow on her knee, holding up her head, and looked at Taylor. She thought she was used to people staring at her given how many witnesses she'd been stared down in court and how many judges had given her withering glares, but Kasumi's look seemed to move straight past her brain to set things off in her pussy again.

"It is not roleplay, Miss Dupree. Think of a fantasy."

"What?" Taylor said.

"Think of a fantasy. A sexual fantasy. Almost anything you might want, I can provide for you," Kasumi said.

Taylor was getting angry now; the pendulum swings from turning her on and then insisting on maintaining the silly roleplay despite her asking spiked her frustration. She thought back to some of the more ridiculous things she'd stumbled across while delving into questionable areas of the internet.

"Fine. I want you to turn into a huge breasted futanari and fuck me with a two foot cock that spits out a litre of jizz when you cum," Taylor said.

Kasumi looked confused. "Truly? I do not believe your body is prepared to-"

"Hey, you said you could fulfill a fantasy, time to put your money where your mouth is."

Kasumi sighed, "Very well."

She stood and reached behind her. Taylor assumed she undid a zipper but it seemed very fast, and then the dress just seemed to unravel and pool at her feet. Taylor sucked in a breath at seeing Kasumi's body this close. She'd seen the girl's nude pictures before, as well as the video, but seeing her large breasts shifting slightly as she moved, the smooth skin curving over her whole body, and the bare slit of her vagina, all of it less than two meters away, short circuited Taylor's brain.

Then she blinked.

The front of Kasumi's body was suddenly all breasts. The mammaries were twice the size of her head. She had one held in each hand but her hands literally disappeared into the flesh of their undersides. The areolae alone were the size of Taylor's breasts. If there even were bras for breasts of her size they had measurements somewhere at the end of the alphabet. Somehow they were still perky enough to show a little bit of Kasumi's stomach, and they must have jutted out half a meter from her body.

Taylor's eyes traveled down and she nearly screamed. Kasumi's legs had spread slightly, and between them a massive penis jutted out. It was fully erect and easily the size of an arm, the head large and angry purple, the slit leaking a river of clear, sticky fluid that ran down the bulging underside. The entire organ jumped every so often, and Taylor realized it was in time with Kasumi's heartbeats. Two overlarge testicles hung down from a swinging ballsack beneath them, and as it swayed back and forth a bit, Taylor could still make out the barest hint of labia behind it.

"Are you ready for me, Miss Dupree?" Kasumi asked.

Despite everything, the girl still managed to sound so inviting and sexy that for a moment Taylor contemplated pulling her panties down. But then reality slammed back into her head, or at least the bit of reality she was still clinging to.

"No, wait, wait what the FUCK!?" Taylor said, holding out a hand to prevent Kasumi from approaching.

"Is this not what you requested, Miss Dupree?" Kasumi asked. She sounded a bit confused but still sensuous, like a lover who was clarifying details just before pouncing.

"Yes, no, go back! Be you again! Please!"

"As you wish," Kasumi said.

Taylor squeezed her eyes shut, for what reason she didn't know. When she opened them Kasumi's body was back to normal; curvy, fully female, and while her breasts were still large they were proportional, or at least, if they were too big for her frame it only served to make her that much hotter.

"What the fuck was that?" Taylor asked.

"Your request, Miss Dupree. You wanted me-"

"I know what I asked, dammit!" Taylor snapped, "You... how did you do that? What are you?"

"As I thought my mistress explained, I am a sex genie. Did she not tell you?" Kasumi asked.

"She did, I just... I didn't believe her," Taylor said.

Kasumi simply nodded, waiting.

"So you're... like a genie. A genie genie? Lamp, three wishes, all of that?" Taylor asked.

"Technically no, Miss Dupree. My vessel is a bottle, rather than a lamp, my Mistress is not limited in the number of wishes she can make, and I am specifically a sex genie, not an unrestricted one."

"I didn't know genies had specific jobs," Taylor said.

"Initially they did not, at least according to rumor, but the power was too much, so the wizards who made genies began to restrict them. War genies, and travel genies were two of the most common I knew of. Sex genies were very popular but I do not know that many of us were made. I may have been one of the last."

"So... you only grant sex wishes?" Taylor asked.

"Mostly. I am capable of granting other wishes, but the drain on my power is extreme. As I suggested to my mistress at one time, if you wished me to kill someone with a wish, I would not have the power to do it. By contrast, I am capable of making the entire city devolve into an orgy for a day or so with less energy."

"Good Lord," Taylor said.

"I am also not capable of altering reality at a fundamental level. I cannot stop time or go back in time, for example."

"But... you did that thing with your body," Taylor said, gesturing.

Kasumi shrugged and replied, "All within the realm of possibility. Human breasts can grow that large, as can penises, though it is very unlikely it would happen naturally. There is a rare condition wherein a person can have both sexual organs."

"And... could you actually have cum like I asked?" Taylor asked.

"Yes. Again the reservoirs for sperm can be enlarged, and sperm production can be accelerated. It is just not something nature or anyone else usually bothers with. As I understand it, when porn productions need more sperm, it's a lot easier to mix up some corn starch than it is for the men to get surgery."

"Did... did you know that because of your genie magic?" Taylor asked.

"More because we have a number of porn stars on our web site," Kasumi said.

"Oh, right. Bleeding idiot Taylor, here," Taylor mumbled.

There were several moments of silence as Taylor just sat looking back and forth between the floor and Kasumi. The Asian looking girl/genie simply stood waiting expectantly, but just her standing still was enticing enough. Taylor started to feel some stirrings related to that, but her mind kept bringing up questions, hesitations, and confusions that interfered.

"Miss Dupree, may I suggest something?" Kasumi said.

"Sure," Taylor said.

"Perhaps if I gave you a massage you would be able to relax more and possibly think of ways to enjoy this."

"Do you know how?" Taylor asked.

Kasumi looked at her in a way that still seemed demure but also suggested she was an idiot, "Allow me to demonstrate, Miss Dupree."

Kasumi walked around behind her. Taylor followed her progress the whole way, her eyes fixed on the flexing buttocks and bouncing breasts of the woman as she glided by, as well as trying to get a glimpse of her pussy when it might come into view. The extra action and increasing proximity were doing a lot to let Taylor's libido win the battle over her cautious mind. When Kasumi moved out of sight Taylor's nerves started reasserting themselves. Then she felt the woman's hands on her shoulders.

Most people think shoulder rubs are a go-to friendly gesture; they might do some good, it's really hard to hurt anyone or do any damage, and there's very little that's sexual about them. In fact they almost discourage it, since most of the time the amateur masseuse or masseur has to stand back from the person unlike, say, a hug where breasts or hips can be pressed together or heads pressed close.

Kasumi ruined that idea almost immediately.

First, her technique had Taylor's shoulders feeling like jelly in record time, even though she was rubbing through Taylor's blouse (she had slipped the jacket off almost stealthily). Then her hands and fingers drifted. Shoulders aren't really erogenous zones, but they're right near a lot of them. As Kasumi skillfully rubbed, her fingers danced. Light touches traveled around the sides of Taylor's neck in the same places she liked to be kissed and licked. Fingertips dipped past her collar to the top of her chest. Even in her bra, the swell of her modest breasts came nowhere near her collar, but the light touching of the skin made her start wondering, perhaps wanting, the fingers to travel lower. She even brushed fingers near her armpits and the ticklish nerves were stimulated just enough to send frissions of excitement through Taylor's body.

Taylor lost track of time and probably would have stayed in the chair forever but for Kasumi leaning down to whisper, "Imagine how I can make the rest of your body feel."

"Yes," Taylor said, breathlessly and immediately, "I want it."

"Do you need me to keep the magic out of it?" Kasumi asked.

Taylor's brain tried to assert itself again, but it was the sole objecting vote. "Fuck I don't know. Do what you want."

Taylor was suddenly face down on a soft surface. It was dark and she panicked briefly until she felt Kasumi's hands on her. And this time they were on her directly.

Soft, warm, slick hands touched her back. Her awareness seemed to spread out from there. She felt the air on her skin and knew she was naked. Soft sheets pressed on her front, and the surface felt too soft for a massage table. Her head was facedown on a ring that supported her forehead and cheeks, but left the rest of her face elevated; she was face down on the soft surface, but there was room to breathe.

Oddly, her tits weren't flat. She didn't have the problem more endowed women did where lying on their front meant two masses of flesh that got squeezed uncomfortably, but she still noticed. Except the... whatever it was... had some sort of a gap or a dip in it that let her breasts hang free but supported her otherwise.

She quickly forgot about that as the hands kept moving. Then there was more.

Without the table (Taylor figured you got massages on tables, so she was going with that) shifting or Kasumi grunting or anything like that, suddenly warm legs settled on either side of her hips. A soft, pliable weight settled right on her ass. The pressure from the hands got slightly harder, but it still felt exquisite, melting away every tension she'd ever felt there. The hands moved down her body, gliding over her ass without paying it much attention, then started on her legs.

By the time Taylor felt like she'd be unable to support her weight because the muscles needed were liquid, Kasumi got to her feet. She'd heard feet were an erogenous zone. Despite modern warnings around kink-shaming, accusing someone of having an extra interest in feet was still the go-to fetish for harmless teasing. She'd never got the fascination.

She remembered how Kasumi had started rubbing her foot, but the woman upped her game. After kneading, pressing, and rubbing just one foot, Taylor lost track of time. She could also feel her heartbeat in her clit.

Kasumi switched to the other foot and gave it the same treatment. Taylor wanted to squirm and writhe but worried it would make the woman stop. She felt like her thighs were cooking from the heat coming out of her sex. She felt hot breath on her feet and it made her shiver. She tensed up as the frissions raced up and down her body.

Then Kasumi sucked on her toe.

Taylor was so worked up and it was so unexpected that Taylor didn't realize she was climaxing until it was almost over. It wasn't earth-shattering and didn't make her scream, but it was an orgasm just from the woman massaging her feet.

"I'm going to use a few tricks now, as my husband likes to say," Kasumi said, sounding like she was purring in Taylor's ear despite her head still being down by her feet.

Taylor's brain wanted to short-circuit the mood after hearing "husband," but it was too late.

Kasumi's hands returned to her legs and they seemed large and strong enough to massage both at once; her palms covered the whole expanse of leg on each side and pressed and gripped with her fingers enough to gently tease the liquefied muscles.

Taylor thought she should have made some sort of surprised sound, but she could only moan as the hands began vibrating.

They were light, pulsing quivers, not full-blast shaking like a phone, but they seemed to pulse deep into her body, loosening any muscles Taylor had that Kasumi couldn't touch directly. The hands traveled up her legs, but skipped her bottom, returning to their work on her lower back.

Then there were more hands.

Taylor tensed as she felt four distinct points of pressure moving up her back, two right next to her spine and two more below her shoulder blades.

"Relax, barrister," Kasumi said, "you told me to do whatever I wanted."

Taylor tried to relax but couldn't quite let it go at first, imagining Kasumi looking like one of those Indian gods. But the inhumanly skilled massaging made it so hard to remain tense that she just let her hesitations melt away. The massage moved on to her arms, rubbing their length and loosening soreness from typing and writing. Then some scraping along her scalp, relaxing and comforting her in a new way that was no less pleasant. The hands even massaged her sides and somehow she didn't feel tickled despite usually being very sensitive that way.

If she'd stopped there it would have been one of the most sensual and physically fulfilling experiences of Taylor's life, but Kasumi had other ideas.

After neglecting them for most of the massage, the magical hands finally grasped and kneaded the flesh of her bum. Soreness from sitting a lot melted away quickly, but other sensations overtook the relief. The vibration hadn't stopped, and like the rest of her body it seemed to travel deep within her. Deep enough, from that angle, to hit her pussy.

Taylor was treated to the odd sensation of what she thought was the inside of her pussy being vibrated without anything penetrating her. Also, her rear tunnel got the same treatment, again without anything actually coming near it; Kasumi's hands were always careful to press her cheeks together when they ventured toward the middle, and when they pulled apart the hands were near her hips. But the vibrations... the vibrations set off nerves just enough that Taylor thought about rolling her hips a bit, or spreading her legs some.

Of course, Kasumi's knees against her thighs prevented that. She couldn't spread anything out; she just had to make do with the indirect vibrations travelling through her, turning her muscles to gelatin and then exciting her nerves in new ways. Taylor began doing Kegel exercises hoping to increase the sensations, but the clenching wasn't enough.

Somehow without letting up the intensity of her massage, Kasumi leaned forward onto her. Her breasts spread out against Taylor's back, the softness of them interrupted only by two nubs of slightly firmer flesh she felt pushing into her.

It wasn't enough. Taylor wanted to feel more, and she wanted to see all of it. She twisted around and grabbed the other woman, pulling her down. Their breasts mashed together, the globes pressing and sliding against each other from the oil on Kasumi's. Taylor's mouth found the other woman's and she did her best to devour her. Her tongue was sore from the intensity and length of the kiss as she just wanted to feel as much as possible. She ground her body on any part of the other woman she could touch, completely out of control. "Bitch in heat" wasn't even intense enough for the frantic desperation in Taylor's actions as she gave in to her overwhelming need to be with this woman carnally.

They ended up in what was basically a missionary position, with her legs wrapped around Kasumi, her ankles locked together at the small of the other woman's back. Kasumi's legs were spread as well and they ground their pussies together. In the back of her mind, Taylor didn't think their anatomies should have matched up like that, but it felt too good for her to care. An absolute flood of pussy juice lubed their way, providing only enough friction for their gliding clits to find stimulation. Their breasts kept sliding over and around each other's until Taylor couldn't help herself and grabbed Kasumi's hard, indenting the flesh as her fingers sank into it. Kasumi moaned at the rough treatment.

"Yes, mistress, play with me, use my body."

"No, not mistress," Taylor said instinctively.

She blushed at the half admission, but saw a wicked gleam in Kasumi's eye.

"Grasp my tits. Grind against me. Do it so I can see you cum. Make yourself a shameless slut for me and I shall give you your deepest desire."

To Taylor, Kasumi looked like a vicious, domineering Asian goddess of sex at that moment, and the thought was all she needed.

The earth-shattering, screaming orgasm she didn't have before manifested then as Taylor's limbs shot out and pushed her entire body into an arch that lifted Kasumi. Every muscle that had been massaged tensed and trembled as the pleasure erupted.

The other thing that erupted was her pussy.

Taylor knew she was a squirter, but she saw a stream of liquid arc and splash against Kasumi's front with volume and force she'd never seen outside of porn.

She dropped back onto the soft table and quivered, shaking and curling into a ball as her body tried to capture the rapturous feeling so it wouldn't fade away. Eventually the muscles unclenched and she lay sprawled, limbs akimbo, drenched in sweat and smelling of pussy.

She thought that would be all, but then hands came around her. Despite laying flat on the table, the hands slid over her breasts and pulled her up. Taylor stood and was pulled back. The hands kneaded her breasts, her ass slid into soft womanly hips as warm thighs pressed up against the back of hers. The large, perfectly formed, and now soaked breasts deformed against her back again and a mouth kissed her neck from behind as hair tickled her shoulders.

Taylor squirmed and moaned. At first she thought she was too exhausted and overstimulated to possibly enjoy any more attention, but Kasumi proved her wrong. One of her own hands went back to cup the back of the woman's head while the other groped behind her for the supple backside of the porn model.

"I saw the fantasy, mistress," Kasumi whispered in her ear, "The impossible one. The fantasy you tell no one. The one that always gets you off."

Taylor moaned and shivered, embarrassed but excited about the possibility that the woman knew her most depraved fantasy.

"Do you want it?" Kasumi asked.

"Yes," Taylor said immediately.

She opened her eyes and they were in her wood-paneled law office. She could see the vague, bright shape of Andrew, her secretary that usually wore pastels, through the frosted glass. She was still naked, and there was still an equally naked Asian wet dream behind her, fondling her breasts and grinding her hips against Taylor's ass.

Then Kasumi stopped all that and simply said, "Bend over."

It was a command and it went right into the little part of Taylor's brain that loved to give up all the pretense and the confidence and just be ordered around during sex. She settled so her hips lay against the corner of the desk and lay down on the cold metal surface, the chill exciting her and stiffening her nipples. Kasumi walked up against her, trapping her legs against the desk and her hips on the corner. Taylor could feel the wetness from her thighs and the heat from the other woman's sex. Then the sensation of breasts against her back again as the woman leaned over her.

"I could use a strap-on," she said, "or I could make it real."

Usually when Taylor imagined this, it was a man behind her. But Kasumi was her ultimate fantasy, and she wasn't going to let her go.

"I want you," she said.

"As you wish," Kasumi replied.

Taylor didn't know exactly what she expected, but it wasn't what happened next.

She felt a prodding between her labia. Then she realized it wasn't prodding, it was pushing. Something split the lips and then slid its way into her tunnel. She groaned as it got thicker and deeper. It was warm and firm, but not hard. She'd felt this before, she just didn't expect it. A live, erect cock slid into her pussy, testing the walls, spreading them out, gliding against the juice that she produced to welcome it.

She moaned out as it kept going, deeper and deeper, farther than anything except a toy had delved. It stopped pushing forward but it spread out and made her gasp as her tunnel was spread open even more. Then it pulled back and she groaned. She reached behind her to pull it back in, but hands grabbed her arms and held them to the desk.

"No moving," Kasumi said.

And it was still Kasumi. Her tits still pressed into Taylor's back, the soft, shapely thighs still held Taylor's in place, but now her hips slid back and forth, pushing what felt like a large, live cock in and out of her pussy.

The pace was steady and the thrusts were large; it felt like the whole rod almost pulled out each time and then slid back in. It wasn't a pounding, just a steady thrusting, letting the cock's friction do all the work of driving her wild and stimulating her sex.

Taylor didn't know if it was the size of the organ reaching more sensitive parts or the situation or both but it was working. She usually needed extra help, a finger on her clit or more attention on her breasts, but the steady, even fucking pushed her farther and farther down the path until after only a couple of minutes she shuddered and cried out as her pussy clenched and spasmed as if hugging the cock inside it and thanking it for a good time.

Despite that, the fucking didn't stop. Kasumi maintained the same even pace as before, an organic piston just pumping into Taylor, no softer than before. Taylor's fingers curled as if she were trying to get a better grip on the top of her desk with her nails and her panting became rhythmic moaning.

Then her intercom buzzed.

"Miss Dupree, the Rosenthals are here," Andrew's voice came through.

Taylor's chest clenched. Then she yelped as her ass was slapped.

"Do your job, counselor," Kasumi said, "don't keep your clients waiting."

Struggling to get the words out between thrusts, Taylor mashed the button clumsily and said, "S-... send them... send them in."

The door opened and the Rosenthals entered.

Mr. Rosenthal looked like the perfect English gentleman with a classic movie-star face, wearing a tailored grey suit. His wife was also a classic beauty, though possibly with more Italian influence in her heritage, with long wavy black hair. Her hourglass figure was a little larger than web sites or Hollywood might prefer, but she could still turn heads, especially in the ruby sheath dress she wore. Both of them smiled at her, though Mr. Rosenthal paused.

"I'm sorry, are we interrupting?" Mr. Rosenthal asked.

"I think we're wrapping up," Kasumi replied for Taylor.

"Oh don't leave," his wife begged, "we just need to finish off the final parts of the retainer."

"Yes, final services rendered and all that," Mr. Rosenthal agreed.

"Oh, then don't let me get in the way," Kasumi said.

"Splendid!" Mr. Rosenthal said, and walked forward while his hands fiddled with his belt.

A few seconds later Taylor groaned as Kasumi withdrew. She saw the nude Asian woman walk out from behind her, her anatomy fully female, just the slightly swollen and glistening lips of her sex between her legs, with no hint of what might have been thrusting in and out of Taylor's pussy seconds before.

She heard the sound of fabric and a buckle hitting the ground, and then she was penetrated for the second time.

Mr. Rosenthal was all business, as he liked to tell her frequently during their meetings for his case, and he fucked that way. He was steady but went in deep and unlike Kasumi he put some force into it. His hips slammed against her ass with fleshy clapping noises. The force slapped his balls into her clit, giving little spikes of pleasure after the quick thrusts that forced his cock along her g-spot.

"Oh dear, I'm not sure how to manage this," Mrs. Rosenthal said, looking around helplessly.

"Here ma'am," Kasumi offered and rolled Taylor's office chair around, "the seat rises."

"Oh you're such a dear," the woman said.

She sat in the chair and raised it until the seat was level with the desk, then slid forward. Hiking her dress up, she spread her legs out on Taylor's desk and thrust her pussy, trimmed with a neat triangle of hair above it, into Taylor's face.

Taylor inhaled the musk of the older woman and licked, immediately reveling in the spicy flavor of her juices as her tongue traced around the woman's hole and flicked up to her clit.

"Oooooh, we need to be timely dear, but there's no rush," the woman said as she put her hand on Taylor's head.

Taylor licked up toward the woman's clit less often and focused her tongue more on the hole. Her husband pounding into her from behind helped and she tried as much as possible to use her own tongue like a surrogate cock, thrusting into his wife's tunnel in time with Mr. Rosenthal's pushes.

"Some people don't like the attitude of the younger barristers but I have to say I'm all for it," Mr. Rosenthal said a little breathlessly.

"Everyone complains about getting screwed by lawyers," Kasumi said, "It's only fair to get a little of that back."

"Too true," Mr. Rosenthal agreed.

Over the rise of Mrs. Rosenthal's olive thigh, Taylor could make out Kasumi, leaning against a bookshelf, one hand kneading and fondling her own massive tit, with one leg propped up to fully expose her smooth pussy and the two fingers she slid in and out of it in time with the older man's thrusts.

The scene was too much for Taylor and she came again, hard, crying out into the pussy she had by her mouth.

"Ohhh," Mr. Rosenthal groaned and after two unsteady but deep thrusts, he slammed into Taylor and his cock pulsed in an unmistakable way.

Mrs. Rosenthal suddenly grabbed Taylor's hair and lifted her a bit, putting her mouth right on the woman's clit.

"Be a dear and suck girl... yes, yes, oh yes.... eeeeee!"

Mrs. Rosenthal didn't scream so much as squeak her orgasm as her thighs clamped around Taylor's head. As she came, a gush of liquid shot out of her pussy and absolutely coated Taylor's face.

The Rosenthals pulled themselves together and promised their check was in the mail as they walked out of the office. As she remembered from their actual, real-life encounters, they actively swerved around Andrew as if he had some sort of repellant odor.

Kasumi walked over to her and squatted down so she could look into Taylor's eyes, as she was too tired to lift her head.

"So how does it feel, to be a young, successful, female barrister naked and bent over your desk, with girlcum on your face and jizz leaking out of your pussy?"

Taylor let out a long breath. "So fucking good."

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A week later, Taylor was lounging in her flat on a Sunday, reading a book, when an e-mail notification pinged on her phone. It was the sound for her private e-mail, not her business one, so she didn't rush to check it immediately. When she reached a good break point in her reading she picked up her phone. Then she guiltily looked around as if someone could be hiding in her flat.

The e-mail was from the camgirlzplus site. Her guilty pleasure.

She opened it and then sat up so fast her book flew off the chair to the floor.

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Subject: Submission Verification

Hello NaughtyBar369,

This email is confirming the pending upload of the following content to your contributor account:

"Master Massage"

Length: 30:00

Performer 1: Kasumi

Performer 2: Taylor

Categories: Massage, Lesbian, Sex, Full Nude, Two Girls

View price: $10.00 (7.5£)

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Preview link

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Taylor's hands shook so badly she could barely hold the phone. Feeling like she was watching her life ending, she clicked on the preview link.

It was her massage with Kasumi.

She'd thought it was a dream. After the experience in her office, she'd ended up in her flat, sitting on her easy chair. She hadn't been sweaty, or wet, or sore, or smelly. The only odd thing was that she'd been completely naked, but she'd explained that away in her head. She'd felt really, really relaxed, but she chalked that up to a nice nap and a really good dream.

Except here was video proof that it wasn't.

A message pinged on her phone. She only vaguely heard it until the second ping came through. Both were from Jaya Gazdar, co-owner of camgirlzplus.

> It was Jenny's idea. She told me you complained about no new Kasumi content. She also said to just tell you to agree, but I get the sense that's an inside joke.

> Anyway, your face isn't in it. No one can tell it's you. And you get better than our usual rate on percentage. You know how popular Kasumi is. Wouldn't it be nice if people could get paid for their fantasies?

Taylor read the two messages a few times, then went back to the video and started scanning through it.

The message was right; her face wasn't visible. The first part of the massage was mostly showing off Kasumi's body as she moved around Taylor. Her own face was down in the pillow, so it couldn't be seen. It had also apparently prevented her from seeing the exaggerated bends, stretches, and revealing poses Kasumi had been in while she'd been rubbed down.

When Taylor had lost her mind and went after Kasumi like a mad woman, the "camera" always moved around so it was either the back of Taylor's head, or either hers or Kasumi's hair obscured her face.

Kasumi was the obvious star of the show, and reviewing the video they'd added in a bit at the beginning where Kasumi started nude in the shower, then dressed herself while doing a voiceover to provide a flimsy story about her budding "special massage" business. Taylor was the supporting role.

That said, despite not being able to see her face, viewers could see everything else. One scene Taylor obsessed over for a little bit was of hers and Kasumi's pussies grinding against each other. Every fold, crease, and opening of her body was in clear, 4k-quality video for anyone to see.

Taylor went over the video twice, and neither time was for pleasure. First, she went through at half speed, verifying there wasn't even so much as a slip where her face could be seen. Then she tried to match the video to her flat, only to realize that apparently from the point where she'd been face down on the table, they hadn't been in her flat. Which only made sense because she'd searched all around her office the day after Kasumi's visit to verify nothing was there, leading to an awkward moment explaining to Andrew why she was bent over under her desk and sniffing the carpet.

She finally reread the email. The implications were enormous, in a few different ways. Her actual name was in there, even if "Taylor" was fairly common. Even if no one recognized her, if the video did take off and she raked in money from it, how was she supposed to explain that? Particularly to Revenue & Customs?

She went to dinner with some friends per prior arrangement and managed to forget everything from the day, though she did have an extra glass of wine. Almost as soon as she stepped through the door, the phone rang. It was an unknown number with a US country code. Curious, she answered.

"Taylor Dupree speaking."

"You are a sexy young woman who looks really hot when I fuck her on a table. Even if word does get out, I will make my Mistress hire you as the company lawyer. I may do that anyway; then you can fulfill that other fantasy of charging a client for fucking their brains out. Now go click the accept link on your email."

Taylor was all the way to having her thumb hovering over the button before she stopped to think.

"Kasumi?" she asked.

"Please Taylor?" Kasumi's voice came back over the phone.

Taylor sighed, and blew out a lot of tension with it.

"Okay," she said as she clicked the button, "But I'm holding you to that promise. When I get drummed out of the UK, I'm showing up on your doorstep."

"I like taking in strays," Kasumi said, "They always seem eager to lick you all over."

Taylor blushed as Kasumi laughed and the phone disconnected.