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Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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Laura the Lawyer, Part One (M/F, IR, Mdom, Voy) 

     "She ain't gonna press charges," the black man said. 

     Laura sighed. Mr. Jackson," she explained patiently, "I've talked to the
victim's husband. They're pretty adamant about pursuing this. Now, we need to
get serious about preparing a defense." 

      He slouched down in the chair of the jail conference room and looked at
her, an insolent sneer on his broad black face. He was a big man, at least
six-three, with muscles that bulged against the orange jail coverall. A jury
would have no problem believing that this big bruiser had overpowered the
victim, a young minister's wife named Anne Allen, who was only five-two with a
slim build. . The rape kit done at the hospital had confirmed the presence of
Lucas Jackson's semen in the petite blonde's vagina and anus, along with
substantial bruising in both areas, indicating forcible sexual intercourse. 

      "I tell you, she ain't gonna press charges." 

     Laura shook her head in frustration. "And why not, Mr. Jackson?" 

     He smiled. "Because she liked it." 

      The beautiful dark-haired lawyer stared at him for a moment, resisting
the temptation to spit in his face. She had gone to the finest girl's prep
school, the finest college, graduated from a prestigious law school with
honors..and this is who she ended up representing. Her high-dollar law firm had
a policy of requiring young associates to do pro bono work by taking court
appointments to defend people accused of crimes, people who were unable to
afford their own lawyers. At first, she had agreed enthusiastically; in fact,
the idealism of it had been one of the things that had caused her to pick Olsen
and Johnson out of the number of lucrative offers that had come her way in her
last year of law school. But a few months of dealing with scum like this had
opened her eyes. She couldn't believe this...this...her proper Southern
upbringing wouldn't allow her to even think the word "nigger"..this person was
sitting there with that insolent grin on his face, and telling her that.anyone
would actually ENJOY being beaten  and brutalized and forced to have
intercourse over and over and forced to do nasty, perverted things....she
brought her mind back to the matter at hand. He was still smiling at her as if
he had some secret on her. 

     "Mr. Jackson," she said. "I don't think a jury is going to believe that
for a minute." 

     "Ain't gonna get that far," he said. "She'll think it over and decide that
she don't wanna see ol' Lucas locked up. She'd miss sucking my big Black dick
too much to do that." Laura flinched at the sound of the word.  He smiled again
at the look of disgust on her face. "I can tell you don't believe me. Tell you
what. You go to my apartment. Get the key from my landlady. There's a video in
the rack on top of the VCR. Look at that and tell me if you think she'll press
charges."

    She lost her temper.  "I'm not interested in looking at some of your porno
tapes!" she spat. 

    He gave her a stern look. "You mean I'm tellin' you where to find a piece
of evidence that'll clear my name and you won't even look at it? What do you
think your fancy law firm would say about that?" 

     She wanted to scream with frustration. But he had her there. She had to
investigate the case. She stood up. "I'll be in touch, Mr Jackson," she said. 

     "Lookin' forward to it..Laura," he said. His eyes traveled up and down her
body, pausing to savor the full breasts and lush hips that were barely
concealed by her expensive business suit. "DEFinitely  lookin' forward to it. "
There was no mistaking the message. She turned on her heel and walked out. 

     Laura seethed with anger as she drove her BMW through the streets, headed
back to her office. Her cell phone buzzed and she picked it up. "Hello?" 

    "Hey, babe," Trip's voice came over the phone. 

    She smiled at the sound of her husband's voice. "Hey, sweetie!" she said.
"How's your day?" 

    "Rough," he said. He sounded tired. "The client in that MedCo merger wants
a lot of revisions to the shareholder's agreement. Looks like another
all-nighter." 

      "Again?" she said, unable to conceal her disappointment. "That's the
third time this week you've had to work late." 

      "I know, I know," he said. "But the partnership committee meets next
month. If I want to have a shot..." 

      She sighed. "Okay, baby," she said. "I'll miss you." She tried to put a
seductive note in her voice. "If you get in late, you can always wake me up." 

    "Yeah," he said without conviction. "I'll do that." He hung up. 

    She knew he wouldn't wake her up. He'd be too tired for sex. He always was
from working so hard. They hadn't had intercourse in over three weeks. Laura
had been a virgin when she married Ted Hayes III, but Trip had been very gentle
and patient with her, and she had come to enjoy the sex they had. Sometimes she
wished that it would go on a little longer, though. She thought back to the
police report she had read about Anne Allen's rape. According to Allen's
statement, her attacker had raped and sodomized her repeatedly for twelve
hours. Laura shuddered. My God, she thought, what must it be like having an
animal like that keep at you for twelve hours, doing it to you over and over,
never stopping, making you do it again and again and again... 

      She was so shocked at her own thoughts that she almost drove off the
road. She became aware that her thighs were tingling with a familiar feeling of
arousal. She  could feel the wetness between her legs. What the hell is wrong
with me? She thought. He's nothing but an animal. A filthy depraved animal. 


     Suddenly, she realized that while she had been lost in her own thoughts,
she had been driving, not back to the office, but to the neighborhood where
Lucas Jackson said he lived. Well, she thought, as long as I'm here...

     She had not been  expecting Jackson's apartment to be so nice. She had
been anticipating some thug's lair, with dirty clothes and empty beer cans
everywhere. But the apartment was spacious and clean. Another surprise was the
expensive big-screen TV in the living room. There was an expensive looking
camcorder sitting atop the TV, next to an equally fancy-looking VCR. Next to
the TV was a rack of videotapes. Laura examined each of them. Each was labeled
with a woman's name: "Tammy", "Debra", "Gwendolyn", and a date. Some of the
names had multiple dates. She located a tape marked "Anne 11/25"-two days
before her reported rape. She popped the tape into the VCR.   Laura sat down on
the plush couch on the other side of the room and picked up the remote. She
turned the TV on. Her eyes widened at what she saw. 

     The camera shot was obviously taken from the cameraman's shoulder.  Anne
Allen knelt on the floor, looking up at the camera. She was sucking on the
penis of the cameraman. And it was the  biggest penis Laura had ever seen. It
was at least 13 inches long, chocolate brown and very thick. Her lover had one
big Black hand wrapped in Anne's short blonde hair, holding her head and
guiding it onto the cock.   Laura couldn't imagine how the tiny, waif-like 
blonde was fitting so much of the enormous pole into her mouth. But she was,
and she was obviously loving it. There was a look of wanton pleasure in her big
green eyes, and she was moaning with lust, the sounds muffled by the massive
pole of flesh filling her mouth. She worked her lips a little further down the
prick, making an obscene slurping sound that filled the room. 

     "Thass, right, baby...." a silky male voice said on the tape -"the voice
of Lucas Jackson. "Take it all...you know you want to swallow all of Daddy's
big Black dick..." 

    "Mmmmmmm...." Anne said and took another inch into her mouth. Laura could
hear her gagging for a moment, then her throat accustomed itself to the
invasion and she looked back up at Jackson like a dog begging for approval. 

   "You gettin' good at that, baby," Lucas said. "You be deep throatin' real
soon." He slowly pulled her head off his dick. She let go reluctantly, nibbling
at his hardness with her lips. When he pulled out of her mouth, she took his
Black shaft in her tiny hand. Laura  could see her wedding ring standing out 
against the darkness of his skin. She wanted to turn the obscene videotape off,
but she was paralyzed with shock at the sight of the young wife -"of a preacher
no less -"engaging in acts that Laura had always thought of as perverted. She
remembered that Trip had once suggested she put her mouth on his penis and she
had turned him down with disgust. He had never asked again. 

     But Anne wasn't refusing; she was loving every minute of it. Laura tried
to reconcile the image of the quiet, mousy young woman who had appeared at
Jackson's arraignment and this...this slut, but the images just wouldn't jibe. 

   On screen, Anne closed her eyes and began rubbing the plum-sized head over
her panting face.  -~God..." she groaned. "I love it. I can't get enough of
it." She opened her eyes and looked up at him again. "Will you put it in me
again?" she begged. "Please?" 

     His laugh was cruel.  "Now what would your preacher husband do if he saw
you begging for a big nigger cock in your tight little pussy?" 

    She giggled, a little hysterically. "I don't care," she said. "I don't
care, I just want it so bad, all the time. No one's ever....done it to me like
you do."

 "  -~Done it?' " he mocked. "Is that any way for a slut to talk? You are a
slut, aren't you/" 

   She closed her eyes and moaned again. "Yes..." she said in a whisper.

   "Say it," he ordered. 

   "I'm a slut," she said. "I'm a slut that loves to get f-fucked. Fucked by a
big Black c-c-c-cock."

   "Later," he ordered. "Now suck."  
 
    With a gut-wrenching groan of sheer lust, Anne complied, plunging her mouth
once again over Lucas Jackson's thick Black penis, sucking and slurping like a
deranged whore. Laura thought back to the time Trip had asked her to fellate
him, at the almost pleading tone in his voice. Lucas didn't ask, she thought.
He told her what to do and she did it. Suddenly, she realized that the arousal
she had felt earlier was returning a thousandfold. She was dripping wet between
her thighs, and she could feel her nipples stiffening against the material of
her frilly lace bra. She was shocked at her own response, but unable to control
it. Almost against her will, her hand began gently stroking the swelling orb of
her left breast. She closed her eyes as the gentle contact sent new flashed of
arousal like heat lightning through her belly. Her ears were filled with the
slurps and moans of the so-called "rape victim" orally servicing her dominant 
lover. Then Lucas began talking to her, verbally abusing her, calling her a
little white slut and a cocksucking whore, and Laura lost all control. She
threw herself back on the couch and raised the skirt of her expensive suit up
to her waist. She hooked her thumb under the waistband of her frilly silk
panties and yanked them down to her ankles before throwing them off entirely.
She moaned out loud at the feel of the cool air on her burning pussy. With
another groan, she began avidly massaging her dripping, black-furred slit. She
opened her eyes to look at the big-screen TV.

     The cameraman had placed the camera on a nearby tabletop, giving the
viewer a wider shot.  Laura could clearly see the setting; it was the same
living room in which she now sat.

     Lucas Jackson had grabbed Anne Allen's head in both hands  and was
brutally fucking her face.  He forced himself into her mouth to the hilt,
causing her to choke and gag on his hardness. At one point, she tried to
moderate his thrusts by pushing him slightly away with her hand. He gave her no
quarter. "Put your hands behind your back," he growled. Weeping, she complied,
giving him full and unfettered access to her sucking mouth. When it seemed as
if she would pass out from the relentless face-fucking, he would pull out and
give her a chance to breathe while slapping her across the face with his
saliva-slicked cock. Laura groaned as she imagined herself on her knees like
that, with no choice but to take whatever he dished out for her. She spread her
legs as far apart as they would go and slid one finger deep into her burning
pussy. 


     UUUUnnnhhhhhhh..." she groaned at the feeling of penetration. The first
finger was joined by another, and Laura's hips began to move involuntarily with
the pleasure of her finger-fucking. She ran her tongue over her lips, imagining
her mouth filled with cock. The scene on the TV screen was making her hotter
than she had ever been in her young life. She wondered what it would be like to
have a monster cock like that shoved roughly into her tight pussy. It would
hurt, she knew, but she would have no choice but to take it. He would give her
no choice.   The thought of being forced and  stretched to her limits sent
another flash of heat through her loins. She needed it, needed to be filled and
stretched, and yes, hurt. She gritted her teeth and forced a third finger into
her pussy, groaning aloud at the sensation. Even her three fingers were filling
her better than Trip's five inches of white penis had ever done. She plunged
her fingers in and out, her cunt clutching frantically at them, while she
watched the obscene tableau on the screen before her.

     Jackson had pulled his cock out of the eagerly sucking mouth of the
minister's wife and walked over to a cabinet next to the couch. He came back
carrying what looked like a short length of black pipe. As he drew closer to
the camera, Laura could see more clearly that it was an enormous black double
headed dildo. Jackson threw it down in front of Anne's kneeling form. "You know
what to do," he laughed. 

    Weeping in shame, the petite blonde picked up the dildo. As Laura watched
in amazement, she raised her hips slightly and began stuffing the plastic cock
into her pussy. "Please," she whispered. "I'm doing it. I'm doing what you say.
 Please let me have your cock again." The grinning Black stepped back in front
of her and gave her what she was begging for, stuffing his cock brutally back
into her mouth. 

     Laura looked over at the cabinet. It was wrong, it was dirty, but she knew
what she had to do. She went over and opened. it. A moan escaped her throat as
she surveyed the variety of toys and devices there:  vibrators, handcuffs and
other restraints, even a leather riding crop. but it was the big black dildo
she was searching for, and after a moment, she found it. She flung herself on
the floor on her back in front of the  TV, spreading her legs in total abandon.
With a groan, she grasped the big dildo in both hands and rammed it into her
cunt. She whimpered at first because it was so big and it hurt. But she gritted
her teeth and forced more of the huge pole into her. She threw back her head
and screamed with joy as her muscles relaxed and the dildo slid into her and
into her, only stopping when the broad blunt head was resting against her
cervix. She hesitated for only a moment, then began ramming the dildo in and
out of herself, crying out with pleasure. She had never been so filled in her
life and tears of ecstasy spilled down her face. "Huuunh. Hunnnh, Hunnnh," she
grunted as she fucked herself, the sounds of her bliss mingling with the
slurping sounds her tight cunt made as it clutched and spasmed around the black
dildo.  


   When Lucas Jackson pulled out of Anne's mouth and began pumping his tick
white ropes of cum all over the blonde's face, Laura came. It was the first
real orgasm of her young life, nothing like the tiny tingles she had felt with
her husband, and she screamed again with the shock as pleasure exploded through
her.  She writhed in hot spasms of bliss before the images on the TV screen,
her cunt gushing what seemed like a gallon of cum juices over her hands and
over the rapidly moving black piston. Finally just as the screen went dark, her
orgasm subsided. She lay splayed out in front of the big TV, her legs still
spread wide as she came down from her orgasmic high. After a few moments, she
sat up and slowly pulled the dildo out of her cunt, groaning again with the
sensation as it slid out of her. She stood up and removed the tape form the
VCR. Then she put her head in her hands.

    What had she just done? In her five years of marriage, she had never once
thought of being unfaithful to her husband. But he had never made her cum like
she just had. For that matter, as she had just discovered, he had never made
her cum at all. As she thought about that, her eyes strayed over the other
videotapes in the rack next to the TV. A sluttish smile came over her face as
she stood up, selected another tape, and slid it into the VCR. 

To Be Continued.....

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