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I didn't leave my husband because he cheated. That would
have been easier, cleaner, something you can explain to friends
over wine without sounding like you're slowly losing your mind. No,
Tom didn't cheat. Tom optimized. That's the word he used.
Optimizing our shared financial position, he said, while quietly moving
money out of our joint account into one I apparently
didn't have access to. Minimizing emotional disruption, he added when
I asked why he'd been sleeping in the spare room
for three months without saying a word, And my personal favorite,
strategic detachment, which translated meant he'd already checked out of
the marriage while still using my salary to pay half
the mortgage. It took me six years to realize I
wasn't in a relationship. Even worse was that I hadn't
been laid in two and getting back in the swing
of things had been awkward. I got attention. I was
a curvy redhead forty eight years old, and I needed
to get back in the saddle. Two years Jesus, what
was I thinking? When I got my head together, it
took five seconds to realize I'd married a fucking dweb
And the moment I figured that out, something in me
just snapped. So I did the only logical thing. I
drained what I could, packed a suitcase, and googled. That's
how I found Daniel Hayes. I didn't expect my divorce
lawyer to be hot. I expected balding, tired, vaguely condescending,
you know, a legally qualified disappointment. Instead, when the door opened,
I got hit with six foot something tailored suit, sleeves
rolled just enough to suggest he knew exactly what he
was doing. Ms Carter, he said, voice smooth, calm, dangerous.
I blinked. Uh, yeah, that's me, I said, with a
girlish giggle. Great start. I'm Daniel Hayes, he said, offering
his hand. I shook it, firm grip, Of course, it
was everything about this man, screamed, competent and firm. Come in,
he said, stepping aside. I walked into the office, trying
very hard not to notice how nice it was, polished
wood desk floor to ceiling, shelves that faint expensive cologne.
Thing is happening in the air. This man did not
lose cases or arguments or probably anything ever. Have a seat,
he said. I sat, crossed my legs, then immediately uncrossed
them because suddenly I was aware I was wearing a
skirt and that this man had eyes. Focus. Make an impression,
make him like you. But remember Toutz, you're here for
legal representation, not whatever was going on in your brain.
So he said, sitting opposite me, opening a file. Let's
talk about your situation, right the divorce. I said, my useless,
emotionally unavailable ex husband. For some reason, I thought that
was a joke. He just stared at me, expression unmoving. Okay,
that went down well, so I launched in. He drained
our joint account. He's refusing to leave the house, and
somehow he's trying to claim I owe him money. Daniel nodded, calm,
completely unbothered. M classic attempt at asset repositioning combined with
coercive leverage, he said. I stared, I'm sorry. What he's bluffing?
Daniel translated badly? Oh good. He leaned back slightly, studying me.
Do you have documentation? He asked, yes, I said, quickly
sliding papers across the desk, bank statements, messages, everything he
took them, scanning fast, efficient, focused, annoyingly attractive while doing it.
This is helpful, he said, very helpful. I smiled, good,
because I'd really like to not lose everything. To a
man who used the term shared finances when talking about
the chocolate coins we used to get at Christmas, a
flicker of amusement crossed his face. I can assure you,
he said, We'll be pursuing a fairly aggressive strategy, even
if it's for chocolate coins. I smiled and laughed again.
We'll file for immediate injunction, he continued, freeze the accounts
and initiate disclosure proceedings. I nodded, like I understood all
of that. I like the sound of that, I said,
then cleared my throat and added, so what's this going
to cost me? There? It was the important question. He
didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly closed the file deliberately,
then leaned forward. Elaborate cases like this, he said, tend
to require a certain level of commitment and cash, commitment
in cash. Interesting words, What does that mean? I asked, nervously, Well,
we need to be honest with one another. He said,
can you afford me? He held my gaze a second
too long. I don't do half effort clients, he said.
If I take you on, I take all of you on.
My stomach flipped right. I said, define all. His mouth twitched.
Fill the foreman, he said. My expression said everything he
needed to know. Okay, thought not, that's okay. We can
work based on one of my special plans. He reached
for a drawer, took some paperwork out and passed it
to me with a pen. Please, he said, fill it out.
I quickly peruse the questions, and my eyes almost popped
from my head. First question, I blinked, Second, I swallowed. Third,
I shifted in my seat. I glanced up. He was
watching me, not smiling, just watching. You're serious, I said completely.
You want to know what? I gasped everything on there.
He said with a nod. Then if you sign, we
can work on your first payment. I felt sweat form
on my brow as I filled everything out. My measurements,
the size of the biggest cock I'd sucked individually or together?
What arouses me the most? Have I ever hoard with
another woman? What the questions went on each of them
more filthy than the last. I started to get hot, flustered,
and all he did was watch me as I made
it to the final page. What exactly is payment, I asked,
wiping my brow. It's in the fine print bottom of
the final page, row four, I nodded, having no idea.
He rolled his eyes. Payment is we fuck, he exclaimed.
I get to do everything I want to you, and
you have to say yes to everything. I gasped, bit
my lip. A sudden shock fired through me. I couldn't.
Then I looked at him, the chiseled figure, the good hair,
the smile. I sure as fuck could. This was insane,
completely insane. I should have walked out. I should have
laughed in his face. Instead, I looked at him again.
He took the papers back, quickly perused them, then countersigned
at the bottom. Okay, he said, grinning, let's begin, got
up from his desk and walked towards me, undoing his belt.
Now was all I was able to cry, And just
like that, he'd unzipped his pants and his huge hard
cock was in my face. Holy shit, I exclaimed, and
as I opened my mouth without hesitation, my new lawyer
fed his prick down my throat. I choked and gagged
as it pushed down my tonsils. He held my head
in place so I didn't jerk away, and I took
it all shit. This was going to be rough but fun.
Then he started to face fuck me. I went with it,
sucking and slurping all over his big dick as it
went to town on my throat. I blew it as
fast as I could, trying to keep up with his speed,
tendrils of drool pouring down from the sides of my
mouth as I spluttered and coughed. God, it felt so
good having a mouthful of caw. I pulled it out,
licked the length, and lapped his balls. He looked down
at me as I did. I was so wet. I
couldn't believe I was blowing this hunk whom I'd known
for less than thirty minutes. I loved it. He slapped
his big wet cock all over my face and I
stuck my tongue out to taste it. He smeared my
lipstick as he rubbed it hard all over my lips,
but I didn't care. He wanted payment, and I was
willing to give him anything he wanted. Strip he demanded,
and I did. He did the same, then bent over
in front of me so his asshole was in my face.
I leaned back away from it. What are you doing,
I snorted. Daniel said, eat my ass out and jerk
off my cock. You'll see you signed up to this
in paragraph seven of the fine print. I spat in
my hand, reached underneath, and began jerking his hard cock,
then used my other hand to spread open his ass
cheeks and bury my face inside. I went for it,
lapping and tonguing his asshole like crazy, rubbing my face
in his crack. As I licked at his tight hole,
Daniel moaned and reached around to hold my face in place,
drawing me tighter into him so I could eat deeper.
He groaned and started to ride my face, smothering me
completely with man ass. I felt like nothing but a
filthy fuck toy, and I loved it. Then he stood
up and turned around, picked me up out of my seat,
and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a
playful yelp, and Daniel wiped his desk clean and laid
me on it. Then he was between my legs, repaying
the favor. He ate all of me, licking and tongueing
all of my holes, going from one to another. He
reached up as he licked me and started to squeeze
and tweak both of my nipples. Fuck he was good
at this. I writhed from side to side as waves
of pleasure pulsed through me. He licked my clip fast
and hard. I started to yell. This was amazing, everything
I wanted, being taken this way by a man I
barely knew, being treated so dominantly heaven. Then he stood
up and easily slid his big cock into my well
eaten hole. I whimpered loudly. It had been so long,
but fuck, was it worth it. He drilled me good,
opening up my tight cunt with his huge prick, pumping
me hard and fast. My pussy made wet, squelching sounds,
and he delved deep within me. He leaned over and
kissed me hard and passionately, and kissed him back the same,
all while he fucked me full force, his balls slapping
my asshole. Then he pulled out, made me taste myself
on his cock, and then pulled me off his desk
and lay on it himself, and I climbed on top.
It felt so fucking good feeling him go balls deep
in this position. Shit, I squealed as it went right
up me. He fucked me good, my cunt slapping up
and down on his dick as he reached up and
sucked my nipples. What a fucking feeling. He went hard
and fast, then reached down and rubbed my clit hard.
That did it. I started to orgasm instantly. I cried out,
grinding into him hard. And then the next thing I knew,
Daniel was shooting his hot load deep inside me. Fuck.
I needed this. I lay on him, hot, sweaty, and
fucked good. As I got off, he spun me around
back on the desk, got between my legs and ate
his load out of me. Jesus Christ, what a fucking service.
I was hot, sweaty, and dripping when I realized he
was turning off a hidden camera on the bookcase in
the corner of the room. Hey, I cried, I noticed
it too late. He glanced at it, walked over and
switched it off like it was nothing. Relax, he said,
don't worry, it's not for me. Your husband gets a copy.
I do it for all my clients so their husbands
can realize what they're missing out on, and when I
take them to the cleaners in court, it makes the
victory oh so sweeter. I laughed. I think this is
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