This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
I can still remember the exact day I saw him for the first time. He was my new client, a successful businessman who had gotten into an unpleasant legal situation. I was his lawyer, and it was my job to help him out of this trouble. When he walked into my office, his self-confidence and charm immediately struck me. He was in his early 50s, with slightly graying hair and a warm smile that instantly captivated me. I was in my mid-40s, and I had to admit that something began to stir between my legs when I looked at him. But I was his lawyer, and I knew I had to suppress those feelings – at least, that’s what I thought.
I began to immerse myself in his file, and the more I read, the more his personality fascinated me. He was a man who always pursued his goals, regardless of the cost. I admired his determination and his ability to assert himself in difficult situations. When we first met to discuss his case, I noticed how intensely he looked at me. It was as if he were gazing directly into my soul, and I suddenly felt very vulnerable – and incredibly aroused. I felt my nipples harden under my blouse, and I had to press my thighs together to hide the sudden wetness between my legs. We talked about his case, and I explained how we could proceed to win it. He listened attentively, and I could see that he respected me. But I also felt his gaze repeatedly wandering to my cleavage, and each time a hot shiver ran through me.
As the days passed, we met more often to discuss his case. We went to restaurants to eat, and we drank wine together. I felt more and more comfortable in his presence, and I began to wonder if I might feel more for him than just liking. Every time he spoke, I imagined his hands touching my body, his mouth kissing my breasts, his hard cock penetrating me. I knew it was wrong to feel attracted to a client, but I couldn’t help being drawn to him. One evening, as we ate at a restaurant, he touched my hand. It was a light, accidental contact, but it felt like a spark shot through my body. I pulled my hand back, but I couldn’t help looking at him. He looked at me, and I could see that he desired me too – his gaze burned on my face, and I felt my pussy begin to pulse with longing.
I knew I had to do something to suppress these feelings. I couldn’t allow myself to be attracted to a client. But I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if we came together. I began to entertain the thought that we might be more than just client and lawyer. One evening, as we discussed his case, he suggested we meet in a hotel room in Munich to talk undisturbed. I hesitated, but I knew I had to do it. I agreed, and we arranged to meet the next evening. I couldn’t sleep the whole night because I kept imagining what would happen. I ran my fingers over my wet slit and imagined him taking me. I came once, twice, three times, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him, truly and honestly.
When I arrived at the hotel room the next evening, I felt nervous and excited. I had put on a short, red dress that accentuated my curves, and underneath I wore only a black string thong. My breasts were free under the thin fabric, and I felt my nipples rubbing against the material. I knocked on the door, and he opened it. He smiled at me, and I suddenly felt very comfortable. We went into the room, and he closed the door behind us. We stood facing each other, and I could see that he desired me – his cock was clearly visible under his pants. I walked up to him without hesitation and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was deep and demanding, and I felt his hands glide over my back and tug at my dress. He pulled down the zipper, and the dress fell from my shoulders. I stood before him, only in my thong, and I could see his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, and I felt his hands cup my breasts. His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples, and I moaned. “Touch me,” I whispered, “I want to feel you.”
He dropped to his knees and pulled my thong off with his teeth. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my pussy. I felt his tongue glide through my wet lips, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling. “Yes, right there,” I panted as he circled my clit with his tongue. He licked me as if I were his last meal, and I felt my juices run down his chin. “I want to feel you inside me,” I moaned, “I want your hard cock in my cunt.” He stood up, and I helped him open his pants. His cock sprang out – big, thick, with a swollen glistening tip. I took it in my hand and felt it twitch under my touch. “You’re so big,” I breathed before leaning forward and taking the tip in my mouth. I licked over the sensitive head, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck yes,” he whispered as I took his cock deeper into my throat. I could feel his hands holding my head as I blew him, his cock sliding deeper until I gagged. But I loved it, the feeling of control, the feeling of seeing him so aroused.
After a few minutes, he pulled me up and pressed me onto the bed. “Now it’s your turn,” he said, and I felt him push my legs apart. He positioned himself over me, and I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my wet opening. “Fuck me, hard,” I begged, and he entered me with a single, deep thrust. I screamed as he filled me, his cock sliding deep into my pussy, and I felt him stretching me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he moved inside me. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and I felt my pussy clench around him.
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