My Lawyer and His Sister

As I approached, James turned, and his eyes did a slow, thorough perusal of my attire and my legs.

"You look nice," he said softly. He turned to the bartender and ordered a crantini for me.

I looked pointedly at the other gentleman, and James grinned unabashedly. "Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Catherine, this is Dale Belong. Another lawyer. Dale, Catherine. But Dale was just saying he has to go look for someone."

Dale grinned and shook my hand. "I can tell when I'm not wanted. I'll catch you later, Jim," he said as he walked away.

"That was rude."

James put his hand on my lower back and leaned down. "No, that was expected. If a man is meeting a beautiful woman somewhere and he doesn't tell any other man around to fuck off, he's clearly gay." He brushed his lips over mine, then straightened and passed me my martini.

My lips twitched, and I lifted my martini to take a sip.

One martini quickly led to another, which led to another and so on, and, by nine-thirty, I was good and drunk.

James was in no better shape, having gone through beer and whiskey even faster than I'd gone through martinis. We'd eaten finger foods and drank some water to take the edge off, but we were definitely plastered.

We'd taken to the dance-floor and started out respectably enough; by the end, we were grinding against one another, me rubbing myself shamelessly against James's hard-on while he undulated his hips and ran his hands all over my backside. We knew it was time to go.

We jumped into a cab outside, and James gave the cabbie his address. No sooner had he done that than I clambered onto his lap, hiking up my dress and sliding my thong-clad pussy along his cock while I pried open his lips with mine.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, quickly taking control of the kiss, and gripped my hips, pulling me down harder onto his erection. One hand then slipped between us, stroking me through my panties, while the other slid under my dress from behind and squeezed my bare ass.

The air in the taxi grew hotter and the tangy scent of my arousal began to permeate the air. I knew the cabbie was probably glancing at us in his rear view mirror, but it did nothing to turn me off. I imagined him covertly stroking his erect cock through his pants as he watched me rock back and forth on James's lap. I imagined he was wishing it was him I was humping with nothing but pants and panties to separate us.

I moaned as the hand in front slipped inside my panties and a finger pushed inside me, followed by another, while a thumb stroked my clit. They stretched me, filling me but not nearly enough, while the thumb rubbed torturously slowly over my clit. In and out the fingers pushed, my hips finding an up-down motion to meet them.

James's lips trailed from my lips to my throat, opening to slide his tongue along my collarbone. I turned my head and caught the cabdriver looking at me in the mirror. Then James was moving back up to my ear, swirling his tongue inside, and my eyes closed in rapture.

My ears had always been sensitive, and the tongue and lips sensually assaulting my ear combined with the fingers in and thumb on my pussy drove me over the edge; I opened my eyes and cried out as I came, meeting the cabbie's gaze as he stared at me, open-mouthed, in the rear view mirror.

"You're loud," James whispered, withdrawing his fingers and dropping a soft kiss on my neck.

I reached down and grasped his cock through his suit pants, stroking my thumb over him. I leaned in to kiss his jaw, then laved his pulse. I was reaching for his belt buckle when he stopped me.

"Excuse me, I said that'll be ten-fifty," I heard the cabdriver say. I looked outside and realized we'd reached our destination.

I levered myself off James's lap and reached for my bag, but he'd already paid by the time I'd gotten my tiny change purse out.

He held the door open and I brushed past him, making as much physical contact as I could on my way out.

His hand cupped my lower back as we entered the marble foyer of his building, drawing lazy circles with his index finger. We passed a security guard who nodded to James, and entered an elevator.

As soon as he'd pushed the button for the eighteenth floor, he turned to me and crushed me to the wall with his body. His lips came down on my mine and his hand rode up my dress, caressing my leg up to the hip.

His fingers toyed with the strap of my thong, and his tongue thrust against mine before we reached his floor. We stumbled out drunkenly into the hallway, James guiding me by a hand on my ass toward his door.

He inserted his key, and we fell through the doorway, tearing off each other's coats and clothing while struggling to remain lip-locked. My dress hit the floor and I stepped out of it, all the while yanking his shirt from his waistband and undoing the last button. His shirt slid off his shoulders, baring a chest more magnificent than I'd imagined.

I broke the kiss and looked down as I fumbled with his belt in my haste to get it open: I had always been a horny drunk, and I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get his cock in me. James deftly unhooked my bra with one hand, using the other to palm and cup my ass, fingers sliding along the cleft, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

My bra straps slid down my arms, and both of his hands came to cup my breasts almost worshipfully. His belt and zipper at last gave way and his pants dropped to the floor, where he kicked them away.

We now stood, panting. Me wearing only a thong, and him wearing only briefs.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and brought them down over his hips to the floor. I looked up at him from my position on my knees in front of him.

He really was magnificent. Not too soft, as only a woman should be, nor that kind of carefully cultivated, bulging muscularity, which is vain and repulsive. I looked at his erect cock, which was large without seeming obscene or intimidating: it was the kind of phallus sculptors lovingly crafted onto their masterpieces.

I grasped his hips and leaned forward to take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the soft, smooth skin-covered steel. I moved one hand to encircle the base of him, baring the more sensitive flesh to my skilled mouth. I stroked his hip with the other hand, grazing him lightly with my nails. He moved a hand to the back of my head as I bobbed, fingers occasionally tightening in my hair.

I felt every vein frantically pumping blood. I ran my tongue along those veins, loving the excitement I caused in him.

I released his cock to move down to the heavy sac beneath it. I drew each ball into my mouth, running my tongue over them and suckling them gently. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the strange texture of his neatly-trimmed hair on my tongue and the male aroma each follicle was laden with. His fingers gripped my hair and pulled me forcibly back up to his cock, which I engulfed in one swift motion.

As I stroked him with my tongue and bobbed my head, sucking in time with my movements, my own needs demanded attention. I slid a hand down the front of my thong, rubbing my fingers around in my slippery pussy.

"Jesus! You're gonna make me cum!" he groaned.

I looked up; James was glancing between my mouth on his cock to my fingers in my panties. I caught his gaze and swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip of his penis. His eyes strayed back to the hand that was busy inside my panties, and I plunged two fingers inside my pussy and moaned around his cock.

"Fuuuck!" he cried, gripping me by both sides of the head and shoving himself in to the hilt. I could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue, followed by hot spurts of cum jetting into the back of my throat.

I tightened my mouth gently, contracting and releasing on his cock the way my cunt would, making sure he finished completely before I pulled off.

He reached down and caught his fingers in my hair, gently pulling me up. He kissed me softly, then took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He flicked a light switch, illuminating two bedside lamps. The room was bright enough to see easily, but the glow wasn't harsh or unwelcome to the senses.

As he guided me backward to the bed, James slid my thong down and let it fall to the floor. My knees hit the back of the bed, and his hand slipped between my legs as he nuzzled my neck. Wanting more, I widened my stance slightly and tilted my head to allow him better access.

Fingers rubbed back and forth in my slick folds, and I clutched his shoulders. My hair had come partially loose and was cascading down my back in disarray as I wantonly ground myself against him.

His lips brushed up my neck to my ear, and he whispered, "What a naughty girl you are. You're wet from sucking cock..."

My eyes flew open. It was such a strange thing to say, but it turned me on so much that my hips were now rocking, trying to stuff the teasing fingers inside my pussy.

"You give really good head, too," he continued, nibbling at my ear. "You must have lots of experience..."

...Was he calling me a slut?

...Did I actually like that?

"Bet your daddy wouldn't like knowing how much experience his little girl has," he said, pulling his lips from my ear to kiss me on the mouth as he slid two fingers inside me.

I was moaning now, twisting and rocking on his fingers, clenching and unclenching with my pussy; nothing had ever gotten me turned on as fast as thinking about my father. Did James know that? How could he know that? Through the haze of alcohol and desire, I wondered: did I really care at the moment?

The thrusting fingers withdrew, and he shoved me gently backward onto the bed. My knees were slightly spread, and he wedged himself between them and knocked them further apart.

He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, oddly seeming even more powerful for all his submissive position.

The tip of a thumb stirred lazily in my wet hole before gliding up to circle my aching clit. A noise escaped my throat, and I squirmed, trying to increase the contact. A finger pressed inside me, sliding along the roof of my cunt, hitting the spot guaranteed to make me come.

"What a bad little girl; so wet for her daddy..." His words sent an electric jolt through my pussy, and the touch of his tongue to my clit pushed me over the edge. Sensing my release, he latched onto my nub, sucking it between his teeth and furiously flicking it with his tongue.

I screamed as I came, pulling on his ears and clamping my thighs over my fisted hands. Shock after shock ran through me while the image of my father's head between my thighs ran through my mind.

Finally, the spasms receded, then stopped, my pussy feeling sensitive but satisfied. James took one last gentle swipe with his tongue before grinning up at me and dropping a kiss on my hairless mound.

My head dropped back, and I expelled a deep sigh. "Oh my God, that was amazing."

"Sure sounded like it," he said, rising to his feet. "Now, we have a problem."

I heard him shuffling around, but couldn't manage to lift my head. "What's that?" I asked.

I heard the crinkling of foil, and looked up to see James rolling a condom onto his, once again, impressively erect cock.

"Holy shit, already? It's been like... five minutes!" I exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the night table.

"Shouldn't have made me cum," he grinned, kicking my knees open with his. "The first one is like a warm up. Now, I'm gonna have a good, long work-out before I finish again," he said, positioning his tip at the entrance to my over-stimulated pussy, hypersensitive from my orgasm and twitching at the slight contact with his cockhead.

"James, I'm-UGH!" I groaned, wrapping my legs around him as he thrust inside me, trying not to pull him in closer, but to keep him from gaining momentum on his thrusts.

This posed no problem for him, content to rock slightly back and forth, stirring himself inside my still-soaked pussy. He braced himself on his hands and leaned down to kiss me, running his tongue over my bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth. With his gentle but insistent motions, the over-sensitized feeling in my cunt faded and was replaced by climbing arousal. I began moving my hips against him.

He drew back from my lips and half-grinned, half-smirked at me. "Daddy's girl has a hungry pussy, doesn't she? Already came, and she's still hungry for more." He shoved into me a bit harder, and I loosened my legs, allowing him harder strokes.

I closed my eyes, and let my fantasy take over.

My father was between my legs, fucking me. His cock filled me and rubbed against every excited nerve ending as it slammed into me, over and over again. I looked into his dark blue eyes and saw my desire reflected there as he pounded himself inside his daughter.

My pussy was pulsing around his cock now, gripping him and trying to milk it for its seed. I was sick, depraved, and I reveled in my own perversion as I came on my father's cock. Wetness drenched him and my eyes stared open sightlessly as I came and came. I drenched him in my juices, feeling his now wet skin slap against me as he continued pounding away.

"What a bad little girl, coming before your daddy!" a seductive voice whispered, pulling me back to the present.

My eyes refocused on James, who was extricating himself from between my legs.

"Turn over," he said, not waiting for me to comply, but grabbing my ankles and flipping me onto my stomach. "Get on all fours, baby."

I rose to my knees, but kept my forearms on the bed and my head pressed to the mattress: he knew I was sick and I felt somehow both elated and ashamed that he knew.

I felt the tip of his cock against me, but he didn't immediately enter me. He rubbed it around my saturated pussy suggestively, teasing, but not fulfilling.

"You're been a very bad girl tonight, Catherine," he said, using a soft but stern voice, "After everything I've done for you tonight, you don't even say 'Thank you'. Three times I've made you come, and not a word of thanks..." He sounded very disappointed in me.

I suddenly knew what he was waiting for before he would put his cock back inside me. "Thank you!"

Still no penetration. My swollen pussy lips clasped in vain, trying to pull him back inside.

"Ungrateful girl. I've spoiled you, I think."

SMACK!

A hand was brought down on my ass, and I cried out in pain. This was no playful spanking: this was meant to hurt.

"OW! I said thanks!"

SMACK!

I tried to shoot forward to escape, but a hand gripped my long hair and stopped me.

His voice was low and menacing now: "What's my name?"

"James!" I shouted before thinking.

SMACK!

His fingers tightened in my hair and tears welled in my eyes. I suddenly realized the correct answer.

"What's my name?"

"DADDY!" I cried, and was rewarded with his cock plunging back inside me.

I moaned from deep in my throat and jerked back against him.

"What do you say to your daddy for making you come three times?" He demanded, slamming his hips against my ass, his large cock nearly tearing my pussy open from this angle.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I sobbed. I was jerked back by my hair every time he thrust, his hips slapping into me as he fucked me without mercy. "Oh, God!"

"Bad little girl!" he grunted as he hammered me from behind, his thrusts now verging on assault. "Look how much you like getting fucked! Is this how a good Catholic girl acts?" he demanded, jerking my head back by my hair.

"No, Daddy..." I half-moaned, half-cried.

A thumb pressed against my tight, unwelcoming anus.

"Open up!"

I tried not to think about the thumb that was invading me, only of pleasing my daddy. Once the thumb had worked its way inside, I no longer had to focus: all I felt was pleasure. Pleasure at being filled up. Pleasure at pleasing Daddy. Pleasure at being punished for being such a naughty girl. Then I was coming.

My pussy clamped down on my angry father's cock. I shuddered as I felt my orgasm run through me like an electric current, tingling in my nipples, my ass and my pussy. Both holes began clasping in time, bearing down on the rapacious appendages which drilled them as I orgasmed.

His strokes shortened and became even harder, the hand in my hair hauled me up, and I felt James cumming right along with me.

As the last of the orgasmic shudders ran through us, I flopped forward and sprawled my exhausted body face-first on the bed. James collapsed beside me.

There could be no words after sex like that. Only sleep.

***

I awoke first in the morning, my eyes opening suddenly then squeezing shut against the onslaught of morning light filtering in. I reopened them a second later, squinting against the light until they adjusted to it.

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I looked over at a still-unconscious James. Then I remembered what we'd done the night before.

I jumped out of bed, ready to throw on my clothes and escape, but I stopped and forced myself to calm down. He'd definitely enjoyed being Daddy last night, just as much as I'd enjoyed being his little girl. He wouldn't have taken on the role if it disgusted him, so there was nothing to feel embarrassed about.

I threw on one of James's business shirts and headed to the kitchen to make the promised breakfast. I clanged around in James's chic yet masculine kitchen, finally locating his frying pans. I decided on omelettes and quickly set about making them.

James came out of the bedroom just before I finished his omelette. Wearing a pair of silk pyjama pants, his hair tousled from sleep, and a satisfied grin on his face, he looked so hot I nearly left the omelette to burn on the stove in favor of jumping him. I turned back to the omelette with forced concentration.

"Morning," he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and fitting his half-hard cock against me.

"Morning. Your omelette's gonna be done soon. You horny, or you need to pee?" I asked, rubbing back against his morning wood.

His chest shook slightly against my back as he chuckled. "Do you ever not say exactly what you're thinking?"

"Once in a while."

"Well, I'm pretty much horny for you twenty-four seven, but I do need to use the bathroom," he said, the grin evident in his voice. His voice deepened and lost any trace of humor, "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't taken off."

I craned my neck around and smiled at him. "That anxious for your victory breakfast?"

"Something like that." He dropped a kiss on my neck, turned and headed for the bathroom.

My brows knit as I turned back to the omelettes, which were now about a minute away from ready. What had he meant by that? It was one thing for him to be okay with me still being there, but it was something else entirely that he wanted to make sure I hadn't left. Maybe I was reading too much into something so small, but a Bachelor's in Psych. creates that tendency in people.

The sound of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening startled me out of my reverie. The arms were back around me, hard bare chest pressed up against my back, rapidly hardening cock resting against my ass. The worries of a moment ago fled my mind.

"So...where were we?" he asked, nuzzling my neck.

"Omelettes are just about ready," I said, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the lips on my neck.

"Mmm," he murmured, dipping his tongue out and drawing it up the sensitive side of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Okay, that's enough of that," I said, stepping away and spinning to ward him off with the flipper. "Go sit."

He grinned ruefully, but obeyed. As we sat down to breakfast, a flush crept over my face as I recalled in vivid detail the events of the night before. Where had he gotten the idea that I'd like that? Was it stamped on my forehead that I wanted to fuck my father?