Attorney Fucking, Anyone?

But Kate had other plans, her needs having been temporarily sated with that appetizer of vigorous finger-fucking.

She rolled over, reached up, turned the power off, and pulled my wildly twitching cock from my zipper. She gazed at it wide-eyed for a few seconds, before gently and lovingly rubbing my shaft across her soft, beautiful cheekbones. She then held it straight up in the air for an examination of sorts and sighed.

"Look at this thing," she marveled, holding my cock tenderly with two hands. "It's as long as my entire face." She slapped the tip across her forehead. "Maybe longer. Amazing."

I guess I expected her to devour my cock with the fervor of a Labrador Retriever attacking a new bone. But instead, she made soft oral love to my cock, twirling her tongue lovingly around my bulbous mushroom-shaped cockhead, and then softly yet tightly easing her lips up and down, up and down, up and down, along just the top two or three inches of my shaft, augmenting her sucking with a gentle caressing of the most sensitive spot on my lower shaft, just above the balls. It was prolonged, sweet, ecstatic agony.

"Would you mind if I drove us back to the hotel now?", I asked hopefully.

Kate never raised her head an inch. "Please do. I'll be right here if you need me." Her head remained immersed on my lap even as we went through the toll booth of the parking garage, providing the young Ethiopian attendant with a vision that he won't soon likely forget, Kate raising her eyes long enough to mumble a bashful "Hi" to the stunned youngster with her mouth still administering to my dick.

When we passed the Washington Monument, the irony of the world's most famous phallic symbol was not lost on me as Kate's mouth had now leisurely traversed its way about halfway down my length, taking her time, teasing me with her tantalizing patience and skill.

Kate did not release her gifted and hungry mouth from my cock until we pulled into the hotel driveway, just seconds before the young valet opened the door to see my cock snaking its way back into temporary recluse and Kate re-zipping me. I'm sure he had seen similar sights before, and he gave me a wry smile as he handed me the ticket, holding the door on the passenger side as Kate gave him a longer-than-necessary view of her parted, drenched thighs. "Enjoy your evening, folks," he grinned mirthfully.

When we reached Room 609, I first excused myself to visit the restroom, to relieve myself in anticipation that my pee-pee would soon be needed for other bodily functions. Peeing with a hard-on should be an Olympic sport, such is the dedication, accuracy and athleticism required so as not to spray all over the confined quarters. It's really not fair that men should be challenged to hit a foot-round oval while standing upright with a raging woodie. I think someone should patent a device that automatically expands the circumference of the toilet rim upon detection of a heat-sensing erection mechanism. But, I digress.

When I returned to the bedroom (and, yes, I dutifully mopped up the excess spillage), Kate stood in front of the door with her hands on her rounded hips, devoid now of that pesky blouse and skirt, adorned in just the purple bra and string panties, thigh-highs and heels. I sat back on the bed to enjoy the rest of the strip show that I hoped I was about to spectate, and I was not disappointed. Kate kicked off her heels and unclasped her bra, and her full, firm and freckled C-cup tits spilled languorously from their confines.

She began to reach down to untie the strings on the side of her frilly panties, but I waved my hands in the air in a "Timeout" gesture. "Please, allow me, I insist." I crawled on my hands and knees over to her and eased her gently back so that her butt rested against the wall.

"I've always wanted to take off a pair of these hands-free, using only my tongue, lips, and teeth." I looked up at Kate from my knees, my mouth just inches away from her crotch, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. I used my best puppy-dog eyes. "May I?"

Her answer was to pull my head into the wonderful gap between her legs, my nose softly burying into the tuft of pubic hairs encased underneath the soft silk. "Be my guest." She lifted one leg from the carpet and rested it over my shoulder, her body relaxing and melting at once in anticipation of the oral homage that I was about to provide to her.

With my efficacious tongue, I undid the string on her left hip just as I would untie a knot from a cherry, and after a few glorious moments, when the 'string-ectomy' was complete, the fabric fell to the floor, the operation a success, and I prepared the patient for 'post-op' procedures. Juices spurted and splashed onto my face as I licked and gently nibbled on her slit and her love nectars flowed from beneath the soft curly, delicious puffs of black pubes, coating them into fine, delicate braids and snarls and tangles of cum and saliva-covered ringlets of sex. My hands pressed and parted her buttocks, and my pinkie began to encircle the rim of her brown-puckered forbidden hole, placing the the small thimble of my pinky tip onto and around her anus.

Quibble with me if you must, but to me, there is nothing more erotic than pleasuring a beautiful woman who has surrendered unilaterally and unequivocally to your tongue, watching her tremble and shudder and shiver as she gushes tiny waterfalls of liquid warmth onto your face.

Until you fuck her, that is.

I led Kate over to the king-size bed, laid her on her back, and peeled her stockings off with one hand while kicking my pants and boxers to the floor. Kate's eyes widened from their orgasm-induced sleepy-eyed bliss as she got her first eyeful of my cock without the encumbrances of clothing.

Like a watered-down version of a haiku, Kate lapsed into a one-syllable, two-syllable, one-syllable staccato command as she spread her long legs lewdly on the mattress.

"Huge." Her eyes were riveted on my cock like a laser beam honing onto its target.

"Fuck me." My tip tickled against her pubes, poking open the slit slightly.

"Now." We have lift-off.

I'd like to tell you that I savagely rammed my cock as deep and hard as I could into Kate's tunnel. Can't say the thought "didn't cross me mind', as Crocodile Dundee would say. But, truth be told, I eased and teased my way agonizingly slowly into Kate's talented cunt, as much for her to get adjusted to my size as it was for me to experience the sensation of her muscles enveloping my cock like Saran Wrap.

Each insertion deeper into her folds was met by Kate's verbal cacophony of tumultuous dissonance of grunts, squeals, and obscene exhortations.

"Oh.....yes....fuck....what a cock......unhhhh....ooooooh, yes, fuck..............huge...split me...harder..deeper....unghhh......don't hold back...can you feel how wet I am....fuck me, hard...that's it....unhhh..oooooh, oh...Goddamn it, fuck me....hard, now...."

So I did the gentlemanly thing once again and complied. Thus, Kate embarked on my special 12-step Round the Clock tour. Strap that cock on real tight, darlin', it's gonna be a bumpy ride.

One O'Clock: I rolled Kate onto her left hip and entered her from the side so that we could kiss while she fondled my cock and balls sliding inside of her while I fingered her clit and massaged her tits.

Two O'Clock: I rolled Kate again so that she was now flat on her stomach and I now stood flat on the floor, hovering over her on the bed, and fucked her, hard, my cock slapping at the spongy wall of her g-spot, evoking her first vaginal orgasm after scores of the clitoral kind, and her vulgar screams as white milky cum poured from her cunt would have made a longshoreman blush.

Three O'Clock: I lifted up those hips and gave her the delight of her favorite position. Straight deep, rabid doggy-style fucking, augmented by pulling at her bouncing tits and my index finger lubing up her sphincter, preparing her for the grand finale. Hey, it's never to early to prepare.

Four O'Clock: A mirror image of the One O'Clock step, except on her right side this time. I missed her lips on mine, she was the most erotic kisser, and this added exponentially to the vigor and intimacy of the sex.

Five O'Clock: I lifted Kate up and placed myself flat on the bed beneath her so that she could ride my meat reverse cowgirl-style and I could watch those round globes of her ass cheeks bounce against my pelvis.

Six O'Clock: Same as Five O'Clock, but with 'extras'. I grabbed Kate's hair with one hand and pushed her face as far down to the mattress as it could go, so that she could get a bird's eye view of my cock slamming in and out of her, while I balanced her by placing her wrists behind her back, controlling her movements, and lifting my own hips off the bed so that I could get deeper into her hole. This worked, she gushed like a fire hydrant.

Seven O'Clock: I picked Kate up and twirled her like a baton so that she now rode me while facing me, and I played again with her luscious tits.

Eight O'Clock: Same position as Seven O'Clock, except I pushed her down so that she was lying flat on top of me, stomach-to stomach, as I kissed and pinched and licked and sucked on her tits, bringing her to yet another orgasm.

Nine O'Clock: Indian style. I sit upright on the bed and Kate wildly rode my cock while I mashed her tits and we kissed with an indescribable fervor.

Ten O'Clock: Warning, don't try this at home. This can only be accomplished with a tall woman with long legs and a short, stocky man with a big cock. (Instead of a "69", picture the number "11", one on top of the other.) I lay flat on my back once again and lifted Kate on top of me so that her back was against my stomach, so that I could manipulate her clit and tits while laying beneath her and pounding her incessantly. This position also results in my cock massaging the top wall of the woman, and in Kate's case, it sent her spiraling into orbit.

Eleven O'Clock: Return to base camp, missionary position, but I pushed Kate's legs tightly together after a short while. For those of you ladies who have never been fucked using this position, I encourage you to ask your lover to try it out with you, because, believe me, his cock will hit your top wall at just the right angle for both of you. After a few minutes of this intense position, I maneuvered myself just a bit sideways, and Kate's face brightened up once she realized I was slowly one finger into her gaping anus. I think perhaps I should quote Kate's own narrative for the beginning of our 'witching hour', as described below........

Twelve O'Clock: Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

"Ohhhh, Christ, that feels good. Would you like to fuck me there? Would you like to fuck my hot ass?" I kissed her in response. She knew I did, and my wiggling finger probed her asshole deeper and deeper as we kissed.

Another of my fingers found Kate's tight, puckered asshole, and slid inside a bare half-inch. She gasped in pleasure and nodded, grimacing slightly. Her ass had been waiting patiently for its penetration, and the thought of me fucking it had both of us impossibly turned on. Right now, with my fingers in her tight hole, she only felt pleasure as her sphincter walls stretched out.

Since my touch now just turned her on more and more, even a sensitive area like her asshole was now just an incredible pleasure zone, and I fucked her cunt harder and harder, preparing for the inevitable.

"Oh god, John, I so want it. You know I do, please, please, do it."

I bit her lip. "Do what? You need to tell me," I said, grinning.

"Please fuck my ass. Put that big cock of yours up my asshole and spread me, fill my ass." Her eyes were on fire with lust now, I could tell she was craving anal for her second time ever.

I lifted her ass, and spread her cute cheeks wide, making her tight little asshole open up, just enough. Then, I eased my cockhead up against the entrance to her hot, tight, little anus. Of course, every touch from me drove her wilder for more, so she practically panted in delight at the feel of my cock at the entrance to her little brown eye.

Finally, I was thrusting comfortably inside her ass, manhandling her ass cheeks, grunting with the intensity of it, and we made and kept eye contact as a measure of trust. "This is about pleasure, not pain, Kate. If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop right away," I said reassuringly.

Her growled, muted response was hard to misinterpret. "Fuck my ass, John, I can handle it, I want to feel all of you, this is the cock I've been waiting for, big and talented. Fuck me........."

Duly encouraged by those words, I fucked her asshole slow but deep, and she did her best to match my thrusts, pushing back against my cock, my balls slapping against her as we fucked. I didn't last long in her anus before I finally came inside her with a volcanic burst of semen in her bowels, my cum burning a hot trail up her asshole. I willed my cock to stay hard, and kept fucking her for another tasty stretch, hearing her moan and groan and beg for more of my cum until, with a primal screech after one last anal-induced orgasm, Kate passed out in a sexed-out stupor, the unmistakable glow of a 'thoroughly-fucked' smile on her gorgeous, cover-girl-worthy face.

I kissed her forehead tenderly and staggered to the bathroom once more, wobbly-kneed, and cleaned off my private areas carefully, knowing that there would be more aerobic activities that would require a clean cock in the coming hours.

I didn't have to wait long to be rewarded for my good hygiene after I dozed off myself, because I was stirred by a now-familiar warm and wet mouth performing nocturnal oral magic in the darkness. There is just something about that middle-of-the-night-blowjob-wakeup call, isn't there?

Once Kate became aware that her administrations had woken up all parts of me, from beneath the covers I heard a muffled whimper as she took a short break from her hidden cocksucking. "May I take this thing home with me to play with every night?"

After enjoying her tongue's journey along my nether regions for perhaps ten wonderful minutes or so, I reached down to extract Kate and bring her up next to me. We then proceeded to do perhaps the most underrated sexual act of all. We kissed. And kissed. And kissed some more. We made love to each other's mouths for perhaps a half-hour, each exploration rousing our mutual desire, and as Kate began to tug on my shaft with her soft hands more fervently, I lightly grazed my fingers over her engorged clit as we instinctively found each other's buttons. We brought each other to respective orgasms as I squirted another thick load onto Kate's hands as her sweet cum dribbled onto my own palms. We licked and shared our ejaculations off of each other's hands erotically, as we resumed our passionate kissing.

It may have been the hottest, sexiest act I've ever shared with a woman At least, until a few hours later when I lovingly shaved Kate's bush. Who says I'm not a romantic? God, why, oh why, did this woman have to be married?

When dawn's sunlight drifted through the drapes as we lay entwined in each other's arms, I awoke and made my way to the bathroom, and sure enough, there was the equipment. Scissors, razor, gel and lotion, just as promised. I filled the ice bucket with warm water and carried in two dry towels. Since the 'string-ectomy' procedure the evening before had been so successful, I was confident that our pending 'pube-ectomy' would be just as beneficial to the cause.

Kate sleepily opened one eye as I lifted her delicious ass so that I could place the towel on the sheets, and I tenderly went to work, first sponging Kate's mound with a wet handcloth, and then liberally applying the lather.

Now, this was not my first rodeo when it comes to shaving a woman, but I have to admit I was nervous, more so than usual. Besides the precious piece of pubic cargo that I was about to trim and be responsible for, I couldn't help but think that this was my first 'haircut', so to speak, of a married woman. Kate must have had clairvoyance as she recognized my anxiety and hesitation. "Don't worry, I doubt he'll even notice". She propped her elbows up on the bed so that she could witness, and her natural lubrication began to again drip liberally and coat her labia.

If you think peeing with a hard-on requires Olympian dexterity, well, try holding a razor in your hand while a married woman's dripping well-fucked cunt is inches from your face. Now, THAT'S skill. But, undaunted, filled with the false bravado and courage that only an erection can muster, I assured my hands weren't shaking and attempted to soothe and perhaps distract Kate's attention by providing a running narrative of my own. All that was missing was a power-point presentation.

"Now, gorgeous, I usually cover the entire area I am going to shave at the beginning so I don't need to set the razor down constantly and fiddle with the container of shaving gel. We can always go back and add more shaving cream later, but we need to be careful because if we leave leave them on too long, you may start to notice a burning sensation on your skin. If that happens, let me know, and we'll wash the lather off immediately and give your skin a few moments to recuperate."

I snipped with great concentration as I was delivering this monologue and before we knew it, the excess curls had disappeared, and we were ready for the next (i.e. razor) step.

I started with the top of Kate's pronounced mound, and used one hand to gently pull back the skin so it was tight and, with the razor in the other hand, I gently shaved down with the hair growth, and resumed my verbal analysis of the event. Kate was mewing softly now, like a kitten enjoying a grooming.

"I like to start on the sides near the crease of your legs and then work towards the center, above your pussy. After I've shaved most of your mound against the hair growth, I'll then shave lightly against the growth and sometimes from side to side." Kate trembled visibly now, but it was clear it was from arousal, not fear. Her crayon-shaped nipples could've poked holes in a pack of construction paper, and her scent permeated the room. She had completely entrusted me with the most intimate part of her beautiful body, and I was determined to be Picasso-like in my craft.

My own cock had assumed the texture of granite, coated with titanium. In other words, I was hard. By now, we were almost halfway home. My razor cautiously descended southward as I tried to remain suave and comforting.

"The lips can be a bit trickier although the outer labia should be similar to shaving your mound. Shaving against the hair growth should get most of the hairs although we may have to retrace your stroke one or twice to catch any strays." Kate groaned loudly as another trickle of white liquid oozed from her slit, which I took onto my fingertips and raised it to her mouth, offering her a first taste of her soon-to-be-naked cunt. She lapped at it like the same hungry kitten.

"I'm gonna shave inside your labia now, so help me out, use your hand to gently roll your lips open." She complied, while emitting small whimpers. I continued. "Carefully pull your fingers up along the edge of your lip and around the upper ridge so I can get to those little hairs which will REALLY agitate your partner during oral sex if they are missed. And, we'll be taking a taste test in just a few minutes, so let's make this a team effort, shall we?"

By now, Kate had receded back onto the mattress, panting heavily, her tits heaving, her thighs radiating heat, and I again took the warm hand towel, freshened it, and wiped the entire area clean, admiring my work. I had left a small triangular landing strip on the apex of her mound, almost like a welcome mat.