I broke one of my cardinal rules with The Lawyer (from this point forward, TL). She was single, and that’s never a good idea. Single people have nothing to lose. The can go all Glenn Close on you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
I met the lawyer in a grocery store. I do all the grocery shopping, for obvious reasons; namely, flirting with women. She and I were in one of those weird “same aisle, same time” things, where we’d keep passing each other every few minutes, locking eyes and smiling. Somewhere around the Cap’n Crunch, I stopped and told her that one of us needs to turn around and follow the other, because she was totally distracting me and I was forgetting to get the things we needed. She laughed, introduced herself and we spoke for a few minutes. She gave me her card, I gave her mine and we went on our merry way.
That night, I hopped on the Net to check email and there was an email from her. No words, just a picture – a picture of her sitting on the floor, nude, legs spread. Kinda like Christmas coming early. I replied back with something like “Hey, nice pic, beautiful pussy, but are you sure this was meant for me?”.
Her reply: “Come and get it.”
Holy shit. I love women who just put it out there. There should be many, many more women like that.
TL wasn’t a beauty by contemporary standards – she was overworked and overstressed, which had a lot to do with it, but her personality and ballsy attitude were killer. See this post for what she was like physically, the picture titled “The Lawyer”. Pretty close approximation – add another 15 pounds on, and that’s her.
We ended up getting together about a week later at her house (thank you, “work emergency”). She met me at the door in a robe, had a beer waiting for me and when we sat down on the couch, it was pretty obvious that the robe was all she was wearing.
Natural redhead, big boobs, nice ass.
It was on.
She literally attacked me. Ripped my jeans down and started sucking my cock. I’m a pretty jaded guy, but this was one of those “Holy shit” moments for me. I pulled her head up by the hair, told her to lay down on the floor. As I was getting undressed, she was playing with her twat, watching me – not saying a word, just laying there rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. I went down on her, and I’ve gotta tell you, she had one of the sweetest tasting pussy’s I’ve ever encountered. I raised her thighs up over my shoulders, lifted her ass and started rimming her, and that’s when she started screaming. Not a “hey, I’m being raped by some nut” scream, but the “oh, fuck, that feels good” kinda scream. I’ve been with lots of women, but this was my first screamer.
I liked it.
We fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Just pounding the ever loving shit out of each other.
Here’s the odd part, though; for all her sexual aggressiveness, she was fairly inexperienced, for lack of a better word. She knew how to fuck like a champ, but her kink factor was fairly low, which was a really big surprise. In between rounds, I asked her what she liked, didn’t like, what she always wanted to do but never got the chance to do…she wouldn’t really give me a good answer. She said that she just likes sex.
We’ve already established that I’m a world class deviant, correct? We met up again a few weeks later, and it was more of the same. Just this raw, animalistic sex. We hopped in her shower a few hours later and my cock was getting hard again, watching her. Shower+hard dick=masturbation. I started jacking off while watching her, she noticed, and was transfixed. It was like she was zombie, just watching me slide my hand up and down my shaft. I asked her if she wanted to help, and all she replied with was “uh uh”. OK, fine by me. Ended up shooting a thick white rope all over her stomach and pussy. The she started masturbating.
So, for a guy (at least me), it’s blow a load, have to piss. I had nothing to lose at this point, so while her hand was buried in her cunt, I pissed all over her. Not in a sneaky way, either – I took cock in hand, aimed it right at her, and let ‘er rip. Pissed on her tits, her stomach, her hand that was buried in her twat, her legs. Then she started cumming. And screaming.
“Hey”, I thought, “I’m on to something here.” And so began the Pervert Education of TL.
Things she liked:
Wearing a collar and being treated as nothing more than a cunt. I made her walk on her hands and knees, ordered her to suck my cock, lick my balls, tongue my asshole.
I made her masturbate with every object imaginable. Her dildos, various vegetables, a mini baseball bat she got at a Giants game. She fucked her ass with these also. Her only request was that I masturbate along with her.
She loved cum. All over her.
She loved anal. Said she didn’t, that it made her feel dirty. So I fucked her ass every chance I got and called her a dirty fucking whore. I’d make her fuck herself with a dildo while I pounded her ass. More screaming, more orgasms.
Public sex was a huge winner with TL. Parking garages, bathrooms, changing rooms in stores, you name it. I’d have to cover her mouth with my hand to keep from getting busted.
Getting spanked. Hard. Hard enough to leave big, red handprints on her ass and tits.
Nipple clamps. Like me, she loved pain. And she liked those fuckers cranked. Hard.
Being pissed on. I’m pretty open about sex, and there are only a few things I won’t do. If being pissed on helps you cum and you enjoy it, I have no issue with it. By the same token, if pissing on me helps you cum, let it rip. Piss all over me. Very perverted, and very hot (no pun intended).
Being choked. Fucking scared the hell out of me.
Things she didn’t like:
ATM. I figured, what the hell, let’s see how far I can push this bizarre game. In the middle of just reaming her asshole, I pulled out, grabbed her by the hair and told her to suck me. She did. Afterwards, she didn’t get pissed, just said “I am never doing that again.”
Spunk in the eyes. The only time she ever got really mad at me. She said it burned.
Looking back, she was one fucked up unit. Lots of emotional baggage. We never talked about it, but come on, it was pretty obvious.
She ended up meeting another attorney she met through her job, and ended it. We still email occasionally and remain friends, for lack of a better word. She seems to have her shit together, still with the same guy. I get a Christmas card from her every year (I kid you not – how bizarre is that?). About 6 or 7 months after we stopped seeing each other, she left a voicemail on my cheating cell phone, wishing me the best and let me know that I was a good part of her life over the last year, and that she had no regrets about all the naughtiness we had gotten into.
