Behind Closed Doors
by Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

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Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. Now, on to the show!

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She wasnÕt the most beautiful woman on earth. I knew this from our previous meeting, a much more formal encounter two weeks prior to today. At the moment however, she was probably the most important person in my life, and I was as nervous as I could ever remember being as I waited for her secretary to buzz me in.

ÒYou can go ahead now,Ó the shrewish woman said to me moments after the intercom on her desk chirped to life. I nodded and headed down the short hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief as I spotted the thick oak door guarding her office. I knew the heavy barrier would be nearly soundproof and I smiled, certain now that nothing we did would be audible to any nearby staffers.

ÒCome in,Ó she called out almost immediately as I knocked on the door and I wondered how I was able to hear her voice so well. Was it possible the room was not as private as I had hoped? I began to panic and reached out to turn the antique brass knob and was thankful to feel the door give immediately as I leaned against it. I felt my panic begin to abate as I realized the door had not been completely closed.

I walked in, half expecting to see a darkened office with thick carpets and mahogany bookshelves full of the latest law reviews and dictionaries. The utilitarian desk and computer were a bit of a letdown, but I quickly focused all my attentions on the woman seated behind the desk.

ÒYou know why IÕm here?Ó I asked nervously, knowing it would only take the slightest misstep or the tiniest miscalculation on my part and I would be in some seriously hot water. But the risk was definitely worth it. My wife had made some outrageous claims about me and I thought it only appropriate to defend myself, although I had to admit this was most unusual.

ÒI do,Ó she said. ÒYou realize what youÕre asking me to do?Ó

ÒYes.Ó I searched her face for answers, finding nothing. My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I imagined the horrible repercussions of my rash inquiry. A private consultation indeed.

ÒGood,Ó she said as a thin smile cracked her steely expression. ÒLock the door.Ó I nodded quickly as I turned to twist the lock shut. Her eyes remained focused on my face as I returned to the desk. She pushed herself back, the chair rolling silently on the thin carpet. I gulped as she raised her hand to me, sighing as I realized she was simply crooking a finger in my direction to bring me closer.

I walked around the desk and sucked in a breath when I realized she was naked from the waist down. I prepared to kneel and do my duty to clear my name but froze when she again raised a hand.

ÒI want to see what IÕm getting into. Or rather,Ó she laughed, Òwhat will be getting into me.Ó She ran her fingers over the bulge in my slacks. I had been erect all morning, thinking about what might be and as she grasped my shaft through the thin linen I hunched my hips, fucking her hand with my cock.

Her fingers made quick work of my belt and zipper and my slacks dropped to the floor, pooling around my ankles. As her soft pink lips enveloped my stiff pole I found myself with the incongruous thought that she would have to reapply her lipstick once we were finished.

All thoughts were quickly driven from my brain as her tongue and lips attacked my prick, seemingly attempting to suck the essence clean out of me. Just as I was reaching the edge from which I would be unable to back down, she released my prick and slumped back in her chair. Her legs were spread open to me and I could see her labia were already slippery and swollen with her passion.

I dropped to my knees between her widespread thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal as my hands ran up and down the smooth insides of her legs. I looked up at her face for approval and received a frantic nod as I dropped my lips to the wet flesh of her pussy.

ÒOh fuck yes,Ó she moaned as my tongue dipped into her warm, wet folds. She was sweet and tangy and I lashed again and again into her sweet nectar as she panted above me. I paused, running my fingers up and down the dewy slit, drawing more moans of appreciation as I slipped a digit into the snug sheath. It was easily the prettiest pussy IÕd laid eyes on, if not my entire life than certainly during my entire married life. The scent of her arousal was powerful and thick in the air as I again bent my head to worship between her thighs.

My tongue quickly lashed out, teasing along the moist crease of her womanhood. Above me I heard her whimper as her passions overtook her senses. Suddenly she convulsed, her legs snapping around my neck, trying to draw me closer. I could taste the tangy juices as a new coating of her musk leaked onto my tongue.

ÒOh God,Ó she moaned as a small orgasm washed over her. I attempted to suck up as much of her juices as I could as she flooded my tongue with her essence.

I reached around to cup the firm cheeks of her ass in my hands, softly kneading the supple flesh as I laved attention on her labia. Her face showed pure lust as I toyed with her erect clit to bring her to a higher plateau.

Her pubic area was soaking wet, the outer lips of her pussy spread wide in anticipation of my penetration. I stroked my cock with a free hand, the idea of spreading her legs wide and pushing into her depths exciting me more and more. I knew I would enjoy burying my cock in her pussy, but for the moment I was content to nibble at her tender lips.

Another climax shook through her body, and I grinned, rubbing my face in her juices as my cock twitched in my hand. It was turning out to be my most enjoyable, and potentially profitable fuck in many years.

ÒDonÕt fool yourself. I know what youÕre doing,Ó she panted as she gripped my hair in her hands.

ÒWhat is that?Ó I asked.

ÒYou know youÕre just using me,Ó she moaned as her legs clamped around my head. I felt her leg muscles twitch as she experienced another tiny orgasm.

ÒTrue,Ó I grinned, my face damp with her slick oils. ÒBut what a way to be used, right?Ó

ÒOh, a wiseguy, eh?Ó she said, sighing as I spread her labia, stroking the petals of her inner lips with my sticky fingers, wet from her secretions.

ÒI guess. Is it working?Ó

ÒFuck... yes,Ó she hissed as I thrust two fingers up her dripping tunnel. I began peppering her belly with tiny kisses as I stood, pulling myself up from the death grip her legs still held on my neck.

ÒDo you want me?Ó I asked. ÒDo you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you scream?Ó

ÒOh God, stick it in me. I donÕt care who hears me.Ó

ÒGood.Ó I grinned and quickly stroked my cock to its full hardness. As I looked around the dusty room I wondered how many others had wanted to be where I was. I laughed as I thought of what I was doing, fucking two women at the same time, one literally and the other metaphorically.

ÒWhat?Ó she querried, looking up at me. Her face spoke volumes and without warning I speared through the slippery lips of her cunt and thrust completely into her moist, wet center.

I groaned as I felt the tip of my cock impact the back of her pussy. I was completely buried now and even before I moved I could feel her inner muscles spasm around my shaft.


We were both on edge, and the illicitness of our meeting only heightened our arousal. I knew I wouldnÕt last long.

Slowly I pulled back, hissing with pleasure as her tight passage clamped down on me, attempting to hold me inside. My hands reached down, twisting and pulling at her turgid nipples as she made little mewling noises as I plunged back inside her liquid heat.

I groaned now as with each thrust, my balls slapped against her ass. My brow was damp with sweat and I watched in fascination as a tiny bead of perspiration dripped down from my nose, splashing against her smooth belly. I followed it with my eyes as it slipped into the tiny dimple of her navel and disappeared forever.

ÒShit!Ó I gasped. With little warning I felt my orgasm rush up and suddenly I felt myself begin to spurt my seed deep in her womb. As my climax came to an end, my thrusts slowed and became weaker, heightened only by the onset of her last plateau. Exhausted, I collapsed against her chest, my energy sapped as I felt her soft breasts press into my chest.

I breathed in her scent as her fingers ran lightly through my hair.

I glanced at my watch, surprised to see our appointment was nearly at an end. I stood slowly, watching as her eyes followed the movement of my cock as it slipped from her entrance, sticky with the remains of our lovemaking. I shook my head in wonder, reflecting once again how fortunate IÕd been in the timing of my court appearance.

I groaned as I stretched, knowing it was nearly time to meet my wife. Perversely, I hoped she would somehow be able to tell I had been here, doing this. It would serve her right, I thought, after so many years of her putting me through hell.

I pulled up my slacks and buttoned my shirt as the judge walked to the door and donned her black robes.

ÒYou see what I mean, your honor?Ó I asked. ÒI just donÕt see how thereÕs any way this could have been a sexual dysfunction on my part. Any marital problems we had in bed were clearly her faultÓ My wife was a frigid bitch and it seemed her goal in life was to suck me dry of any and all romantic feelings I might have had before we met. I looked at the judge, hoping for the reaction I thought I had earned.

ÒYes,Ó she replied, rapidly nodding her head. ÒI believe youÕre quite correct.Ó I smiled as I heard the best piece of news IÕd received in many years.

ÒSo what will this mean?Ó I asked, scarcely daring to breath.

ÒAre you asking me to give a ruling in your case now?Ó the judge asked.

ÒOf course not. IÕm sure that wouldnÕt be ethical. But if you could give me a hint as to what you might be thinking?Ó

ÒA hint?Ó

ÒThatÕs all I ask.Ó

ÒWell, it bodes well for you based on your performance today. This would certainly be viewed in your favor and IÕm certain that will be reflected in the alimony hearing.Ó

ÒThank you, your honor.Ó Not wishing to overstay my welcome I backed out of the office. I closed the door behind me and practically waltzed down the hallway. I received a few unkind glares as I made an ass of myself as I walked through the office and down to the buildingÕs main lobby.

I sat on one of the benches, anxious now for the official meeting to start and found myself whistling a happy tune while I waited for my soon-to-be ex-wife.

Sometimes the justice system works for those who need it most.

Sometimes justice is blind.

Other times the judge has a pussy that needs to be filled with my cock and it doesnÕt hurt to ask for a meeting in her chambers, if you know what I mean.

The End