[Written By Barbi Sinclair]

I went to a party recently with my hubby at which I had an opportunity to flirt with an upscale professional black individual. Everyone was dressed conservative, including myself, and I came across very down-to-earth but with my hidden secret of being a slut. This professional individual was present there only for political reasons and his girlfriend happened to be at another concurrent engagement. When such conflict arises, you can't be present at two places at once. So anyway, I had sat next to him while Jimmy made business conversation with another individual sitting next to him. This attractive black man, wearing his Calvin Klein pinstripe suit, sat there with a bit of melancholy touching his face. Since Jimmy was already engaged in conversation with his neighbor, I made small talk with this business individual to hopefully paint some happiness upon his face. It turned out he was quite polite and smiled with his perfectly straight white teeth every time he had something to say or when I was in the middle of a sentence. During one of our conversations, I was able to introduce Jimmy to him and he couldn't help but to talk about how great it is to see married couples happy together. I guess he has been in long-term relationships before but they never amounted as a prerequisite to marriage. Something had always occurred that terminated their relationship that never led to the marriage part. So he had mentioned his current girlfriend that he has been dating now for four years and is not quite sure where their relationships stands. He was considering on taking the next step as in a proposal but isn't quite certain. I later learned that his fear of marriage has to do with his profession: he is an attorney and is quite familiar with the divorce statistics. Apparently, the glass is half empty on his behalf. Well, we had talked for most of the time during the party and it wasn't until the end he had handed me his business card and I learned that he was not a divorce attorney but rather an attorney that handles copyright/patents, etc. I hadn't mentioned my line of work to this attorney, and at this point I will call him Bob for I can't disclose his real name, but I realized he would be the perfect attorney to answer my questions about the legal copyright issues relating to my website. The party was ending anyway, and Bob apologized for calling it a night and had left the party.

Two days had passed and in the morning I had decided to give Bob a call to set up an appointment to meet him in his office to consult with him about my legal issues pertaining to my website. So I had given him a jingle, at which time his receptionist answered the phone call because he was with a client, and luckily I was able to get an appointment in just before his lunch time. Apparently, someone else had cancelled their appointment and I was placed in that spot. I figured I had a few hours before the meeting and so I had written my questions for him on stationery and got dressed in one of my more conservative dresses. I wore my pearl necklace, thigh-high stockings, and my black high-heeled shoes. I resembled more like a CEO of a company rather than just a naughty slut wife as I left the house with my brief-case containing my lap top and some documents enclosed in a manila folder that were resting in the side pocket of my brief-case. Jimmy hadn't seen me at all that morning while I was dressed because he had left quite early to go to the gym and hadn't returned before I had left. I was on a mission to get answers and that was it.

When I arrived at his office, it was quite quaint and had a very pleasantly decorated waiting room with two office staff including his receptionist. Bob was still young and I imagine he was still building up his clientele. I waited a mere fifteen minutes before he had finally finished up with his client before me. Bob was happy to see me again and vice versa. His office was that of a typical attorney's office containing files everywhere and statues stacked neatly next to one another on the bookshelf. I needed to get straight to the point about my legal concerns and if he could give me legal counsel to act in my best interest. I had finally disclosed to him about the fact that I owned an amateur website with adult content and that I was the solo girl that was simply a naughty slut wife. Bob seemed quite intrigued and couldn't imagine that I could be in the adult entertainment industry because of my more conservative nature that I had portrayed myself as at the party. Even though I had flirted innocently, he had mistaken me for someone who would be in a completely opposite profession. I proceeded to discuss with him everything I already had on the legal terms and conditions page and then some. He wanted to see the page itself on the website and other pages pertaining to just the legal copyright stand-point. I took out my laptop, accessed the internet, and there the website popped up. I gave him a few minutes as he navigated through and I just waited for his professional legal input. For a slight moment, it had occurred to me what he might think just from a guy's perspective about all the slutty adventures I have had. I wasn't sure what Bob felt deep inside, that is, was he getting turned on by what he saw, or was he just passively looking at my nude and sexy body getting taken advantage of by different guys? I didn't want to let my mind take off so that I would become horny with Bob. The bottom line was, he is a professional attorney and would not want to risk losing his license. I figured, let me think legal stuff so that I would not get horny, so I walked over to his bookcase as he was still looking at the website, and I opened up one of his statues books and began to quench my thirst to be anti-horny. As I immersed myself in one of the laws that I was reading about, a hand had touched my ass at which point I was ready to jump out of my shoes because I was startled. It was Bob. I didn't hear him get up from his chair and walk over to me. I wasn't sure what to say, so I waited for him to say something. He finally said, "I'm sorry, but I can't believe I have someone like you right here in my office. After looking at your website, and I'll get to the legal issues in a little while, I couldn't help but get an immediate hard-on. You got me so horny that I just need to see what that pussy of yours feels like. I know my office staff is currently out on lunch and so we are completely alone right now. You have to spread your legs for me." My answer to all that was, "Wow, I can't deny a horny man. Let's move some of your things off your desk so I can spread my legs for you."

I proceeded to move my laptop and Bob moved files and other things off his desk. I sat on the edge of his desk and had spread my legs for him. Of course I had not worn any panties so exposing my pussy to him took no time at all. He stood there and simply admired my pussy, thinking just how many different guys have had it. He finally walked over and caressed my legs, moving up to my pussy. He squatted down and placed his tongue on my clit and began to eat my entire pussy out. It felt so good at that point that I just immersed myself in the moment. His tongue circled in every direction as he placed his finger inside my pussy to see just how wet I was inside. I imagined what it would feel like once he would glide his BBC into my wet pussy. He then began to finger fuck me pussy as he ate my pussy out with more intensity. I moaned a bit as the feeling built up. I could hear the phones ring and go into voice-mail, so I knew none of his office staff was back yet. All I could think then was what a naughty slut I was in an attorney's office. And then I couldn't think any more but just get lost into my orgasm as my body trembled. It was so intense that I had difficulty holding myself in the position that I was in on Bob's desk. Once my orgasm faded out, Bob unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard BBC. I would have probably guessed his BBC was approximately ten inches in length. His girlfriend must have great times with it in bed, I thought. Bob didn't waste any time as he took his BBC and just shoved it into my pussy. It was one long and thick black cock. I knew he'd stretch out my pussy in no time. I remained at the edge of the desk as Bob fucked me slowly at first and then increased his pace. I looked at him straight into his eyes as he stared back while we fucked. I then pulled my tits out of my dress and played with my nipples as he fucked me. I grabbed a hold of my tits, and squeezed them as his cock hit the farthest point inside my pussy. It felt incredible. It even got better when his cock continued to increase in size and finally exploded inside my pussy. Leaving me with one large creampie!! It was extremely hot! He then said, "Wow, you should really get that pussy patented." I didn't say anything but just laughed.

After our sexual encounter, we needed to get back on track with my legal issues that I came there for in the first place. As difficult as it was to concentrate on it, rather than our little sexual adventure a few minutes ago, I finally got my mind to focus on Bob's legal advice. I was quite content with what he had to suggest and offer and I couldn't wait to relay all the information to Jimmy, as well as to relay my naughty little adventure with Bob as well. When our meeting finally ended, I left Bob's office with a feeling of much satisfaction, sexually and legally. I gave Jimmy a call to see if he was already home and he was. I told him that I couldn't wait to see him for I wanted to relay the information that had taken place during the meeting. I was so looking forward to it, and little did he know I had been such a naughty little slut. I figured I would make him find out rather than tell him that I had just been fucked by BBC. What a naughty slut wife I am!

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