Naked Legal Ch. 04: Trap Set Sprung

"Do you recognize this video, gentlemen?" They claimed ignorance. He motioned to Mark, again. The video sped up and stopped. "As I said before, pay attention." When the video started up, again, there were their faces one after another as the video sped up and slowed to the appropriate times.

"Where did you..." Another interrupted, "The video isn't very good, shadowy, grainy."

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Marjorie poked my arm as we went through the motion on the monitor. She indicated out into the open area. "It's time, dear. You okay?" I nodded and stood, following her out to the conference table.

"Gentlemen, I would like to introduce my newest associate, Grace McBride. She worked at your firm with you, I believe." They nodded with a bit more fear in their expressions. "Miss McBride, we were just looking at this video. Tell me, please, if you were presented this in court as a piece of evidence against your client, what would your response be?"

I stepped up the table, put my hands on the table, and leaned forward, gazing at the video for a solid couple of minutes. I was being banged fiercely by one of them and someone else had his cock in my mouth while other hands were grasping breast tissue and nipples. I looked down at them with my best courtroom blank face. I stood upright.

"I would object, first. Then, I would argue the video lack the clarity to be effective in identifying anyone."

"What about the woman involved?"

"The same." I turned to the three attorneys, "In fact, that was my argument, but the Bar Associate hearing members said they had been given a positive identification."

"Interesting. Now, how about this one?" He signaled Mark. The screen went black for a moment, then a new video started. I leaned forward, again. I hadn't yet seen this one. They all suggested it might be better if I didn't until the right time. This video was nearly professional quality. It picked up in mid-action. I was naked on my back, one of them was fucking me, another was in my mouth. I was wearing a blindfold that covered half my face but left my mouth available. Everyone was naked. I watched for a long time and I sensed fidgeting next to me, but I refrained from looking. Then, I saw what I remembered. I had been having a very hard time controlling my emotions knowing who it was fucking me but it was the only way to get them on video. I struggled when the cock in my mouth went deeper than I wanted it. I had deepthroated all the guys in the office, but I didn't want to give these guys that. When I resisted, I was slapped on the face and several times across the breasts.

Now I turned my head, "With this video, my client would be screwed." I smiled and stood up.

Jake stood and came up behind me. "You didn't recognize her, did you?" He put the same blindfold over my upper face. "How about now?" I couldn't see anything, but I unmistakably heard gasps coming from all three.

As the blindfold came off, Mr. Franklin continued. "We could have used only the complete original video and finished you. This other was insurance."

"Where did you get..."

"You edited the video before sending it to the Bar Association. That's tampering. But, you couldn't resist keeping the original. In fact, you each wanted your own copy."

"You hacked us?"

He laughed, "It is way too late to be talking ethical behavior. The second was clearly staged with Miss McBride's participation, though this time she can't be identified, but you certainly can. Even your kids could identify you in that one." That brought a look of horror to their faces. "Now you see what I meant by changing your life."

Mr. Franklin laid out several options for them. The videos could always go to the Bar Association and I might win leniency as a result; the videos could just be released online and the fallout could be more devastating to career, family, and friends; or, and the way they wisely chose, the videos would be kept under his control as long as they assisted with cases periodically. The cases would never be getting a guilty man freed but would assist in cases where the power of a large firm could otherwise overwhelm a smaller firm and the guilty party winning. The videos would be used as leverage.

After the men left, defeated and shell-shocked, I heard the story of the mugging. Jake had called his guys to quiz them. He apologized to Mr. Franklin for the violence coming into it.

To me, though, "Once Tim and Blake met you, they were so mad they were blind to the ramifications. To their credit, they protected their faces. They were the ones to notify someone inside the strip joint who called the cops before they could leave. Their wives are not happy they spend time at a strip joint and were wondering about prostitutes." He looked shyly at me and Mr. Franklin, "They said not to worry about the money. They left the credit cards and wallets to be found by the police. The cash found its way to the St. Francis Mission. They were very grateful for the large anonymous donation."

We all laughed and I made a commitment to myself to revisit those two soon. It would be a convenient excuse for another wonderful mini-gangbang.

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"Everyone... I want to thank all of you with all my heart, my trust, my dedication, my love, and... my body." They all laughed and held up their wine glasses in salute. We were gathered at Mr. Franklin's home for a group dinner to celebrate the conclusion of putting down 'the three', as they had become known. We all came from work on a Friday night for the celebration, but I had brought with me something special to change into. I was wearing a floor-length, white sheer negligee made of four panels of material attached at the bodice level. Standing still, it looked like a single gown morer than hinting at my body underneath, any movement allowed the separate panels to move independently and exposed my body in tantalizing bare glimpses. Under it, I wore matching sheer stockings and white heels.

I stood at the table while they sat. "Truly, I cannot thank all of you enough. I am not just talking about what just happened, though, now that they are identified, I can confess how much the mystery had bothered me." I moved behind Mr. Franklin, bent, and kissed him on the cheek. "Mostly, I have to thank you, Sir. You gave me the chance at satisfying work nobody else would."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling, "At a cost, my dear."

I laughed with the others at the obvious reference. "Yes, Sir. But, the cost turned out to be a fulfillment of another part of me I hadn't recognized until you showed it to me." I moved around the table, kissing each on the cheek as I went. "All of you... you so unselfishly assisted me in my journey to the discovery of that new fulfillment." They laughed. "I am serious, though... okay, not about the unselfish part... but you all accepted me, accepted my professional contribution, and... accepted the slut in your midst." With my hands back on Mr. Franklin's shoulders, "Mr. Franklin was right about knowing me. At the time, he probably knew me better than I knew myself or accepted myself. I think, in retrospect, all the stuff about NAKED LEGAL was to release me from my long-time efforts at maintaining my mask that hid the personality I was. I think it was his way of pushing me to consider, forcing me to accept, to experience giving up control of myself to experience the submissive nature he saw within me. It was an effort to show me a way to be happy. He was right and we've all been rewarded." They smiled at me. "Maybe for the first time, I truly feel happy, content, accepted, valued, included, and loved. Thank you."

I looked down at the top of Mr. Franklin's head and smiled. "If Mr. Franklin has no objections, I propose we move this party to the other room... if... anyone's interested." I released the tie and the gown sank in a puddle at my feet leaving me as I often am in the office... stockings, and heels. They quickly got to their feet and followed me out of the dining room with glasses and another bottle of wine.

In the room I considered the family room, I kicked off my heels and held my foot up to Mark who obediently rolled one stocking down my leg and off my foot. I held the other foot to Jake and I shivered when his fingers probed my wet pussy 'accidentally' as he began rolling that stocking down.

I undressed both of them article by article with kissing and fondling in-between. When they were both naked, I was on my knees in front of them and began a back and forth worship of their cocks. There was no rush to this evening. In the office, we are often subject to time considerations of case-loads, pending meetings, and conversations. After-hours became very different, whether together or one-on-one. The others would leave whenever it was appropriate. I was asked to spend the night and I fully expected it might be the weekend, though I brought no other clothing for the extra days.

Once the guys were hard, I devoted some time to deepthroating each while stroking the other. It was partially for them and partially for the viewing interest of Marjorie and Mr. Franklin who were sitting closely on the couch watching intently. Marjorie maybe lesbian with a partner, but she still had a close relationship with him born from their close association over the years.

I stood up between the men, pressing my body against theirs and kissing each. Jake was usually the aggressor in these situations and he, again, took charge. He moved the heavy coffee table from in front of the couch to keep all of us close. He assisted me to the floor and his mouth quickly covered my pussy as my legs wrapped around his head with the first rush of arousal as his tongue pressed into my primed hole. I felt fingertips on the side of my face and I blindly allowed them to turn my head, my mouth opening in anticipation. Mark's cock slipped between my lips and I moved my head back and forth to coat it with saliva for more comfortable fucking into my mouth.

Jake knew I was ready for fucking and didn't delay too long before kissing his way up my body and his wonderful cock bumping against my pussy. I smiled around Mark's cock as Jake bumped his cock against me. It was a thing he did. If it somehow slipped into my hole, fine. If it didn't, he waited for me to insert his cock into my pussy. It was a dominant play; if I wanted his cock, and I always did, I needed to do it. He wasn't being passive, just the opposite, it was a non-verbal equivalent to making me ask to be fucked, and that small action was tremendously arousing, as was the power and strength his body exuded against me but could be so gentle and caring.

Jake fucked me for minutes with strong and controlling strokes as I fucked Mark's cock with my mouth and taking him to the entrance of my throat. Then, in mid-mouth-stroke, my pussy was frustratingly empty. My body cried out in frustration and want before my mind could appease its need. Mark's cock slipped out of my mouth and Jake's filled it fuller and deeper. Mark's cock took its place at my pussy and drove deeply into me with a different feel and motion, one of far more caring and excitement. The stark difference between the men: one dominant in all ways; the other more used to appreciating what comes his way. The back and forth switching between the two was always exciting, like a fine lover who could deliberately and expertly change his approach and effort.

When they both came into my body, it was close to the same time as my own with one in my pussy and the other down my throat. I found it hard to be in the midst of an orgasm with a cock in my throat. Breathing was hard even when I could concentrate so I always pulled back a bit for the cum to fill my mouth but be quickly swallowed. For their part, there was never a concern about holding off to cum in one hole or another of my body. I was there for them to give and receive pleasure. The night would be as long as it would be with the four of them enjoying my efforts.

After they pulled out of my body, I collapse with a contented sigh to the rug, but quickly sat up and looked at Mr. Franklin. The rug was plush and surely expensive. He chuckled and pointed to a nearby chair where I saw a large, folded towel waiting. We'd fucked there before and he was very aware of how my pussy leaked. I crawled to the chair which I was sure they all enjoyed watching, took the towel, and spread it out on the rug before taking up my position again with legs spread and looking to the couch for my next lover.

Marjorie stood and to my surprise completely stripped, then stepped into the strap-on she had brought in anticipation. Though the men would never presume to touch her uninvited, she had not been comfortable in the past and kept her bra and panties on. To see her strip completely seemed to indicate she was also accepting the safety of the group, though it took this long to achieve.

I watched her approach with the dildo obscenely bobbing up and down in front of her soft and curvy body. I remained where I was but lifted my knees and splayed them out to open my body to her. She smiled down at me as she stood between my legs, my gaping pussy in clear view. She knelt and guided the end of the dildo to the entrance of my pussy and pressed forward. As she pressed it in, she leaned forward to bring our mouths together. As she kissed me, the dildo penetrated me further and I moaned into her mouth.

She pulled back and gazed into my eyes, "You are such a hot woman." Her hips were slowly fucking me. "I'm fucking you, but I don't really know what it feels like when your pussy squeezes around the cock driving into you."

I groaned at her words and pulled her face into mine. When I separated us, I whispered into her ear, "You and your partner fuck with dildos, but how long has it been since you felt a real one? A dildo might be a substitute but it lacks in all the real feelings, the feeling of warm flesh sliding inside you, the feeling of its tension when it swells and pulses, and the feeling of cum spurt after spurt going into you. Wouldn't you like to feel that?"

She pulled up and looked questioningly at me. "What are you... not them..."

"No... but Mr. Franklin... you trust him... you've trusted him for so long. You don't have to love the man, marry the man attached to the cock... just enjoy it."

She looked at me, a smile spreading across her face with recognition of the potential. She looked over her shoulder at him and he looked back puzzled. I called him over with one hand. She looked at me and the smile showed her decision. They quietly talked as her hips continued the slow-motion of fucking the rubber cock into my pussy. He quickly finished stripping and went behind her. I heard the murmur of Jake and Mark as they watched what was about to happen. She wanted him to fuck her as she fucked me. It was going to be crazy. It was going to be amazing.

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"That was a hell of a closing argument you gave us after dinner tonight." I was curled into Mr. Franklin's side in his bed. The others had left at some ungodly hour. I was fucked several more times by Jake and Mark and I sucked Mr. Franklin and ate Marjorie's pussy before it was called an evening. I saw everyone out, standing outside the front door naked until they were gone. I was spending the night with Mr. Franklin, possibly more.

My head was resting on his left shoulder, my arm spread across his chest, my left leg wrapped around his, and my body pressed tightly against him. We had just finished making love. It was that, too. So much of this is fucking, but there are moments when isolated with one of them that it shifts from frantic, wild fucking and is allowed to be slow but still intense loving. This had been that.

"I hope you meant what you said because that little speech would be taken as an encouragement to continue with what has been."

I turned my head slightly to kiss his shoulder. "Closing Argument... hell." He lifted his head and looked at me. I chuckled, my body shaking into his. "That was my Opening Argument, Sir. I wasn't encouraging them and you to continue with what has been." I snuggled closer even though closer wasn't possible. "I was encouraging them, and you, to go forward, leap forward, boldly and with confidence and assuredness that what would come of the future can only be known if we reach out and grab onto it."

He wrapped me tightly in his arms. "You are a hell of a woman, Miss McBride." He kissed the top of my head. "No offense, my dear, but out of your misfortune has come our great providence."

"No offense taken, Sir. In my way of thinking, Sir, my misfortune was my own providence." I kissed his skin as I settle my face against his body. "Do you desire for me to be your naked servant this weekend, Sir?"

"I desire that very much if that is okay with you."

I giggled, "Sir if you desire it, it is all I need."