Daddy’s Solicitor

Checked myself in the mirror before leaving chambers. Lipstick perfect. Mascara fresh.

I put this lipstick on so you'd smear it with your cock. This mascara so it runs when I choke hard enough that my eyes water.

Blouse pressed. Court-appropriate but the buttons sit just right over my tits. Skirt, tights. Professional.

Wore this blouse so you'd look at them. This skirt for an arse grab.

Foundation smoothed on carefully this morning.

I want the flush of fucking to glow through as each layer sweats off.

Richard had commented. Said I looked nice. Asked if I had an important hearing.

"Just want to look professional," I'd said.

Twisted my wedding ring. Left it on.

Going to leave my wedding ring on while you ruin me, Daddy.

I didn't dress nicely to earn respect. I want your disdain to feel more fun.

Drove to meet you thinking about it. Every traffic light another chance to turn back.

Didn't though.

Treat me like a rage room. Fuck me up.

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The car's parked two streets over. Woods behind his estate.

He'd texted: *come round when you are next free*

Found him by the trees. Tracksuit. Cigarette. That look.

Hand in my hair before I'd even spoken. Pulling me into the woods. Just far enough.

Against a tree. Kissing deep, urgent. Wrong but so fucking right.

When he tells me to get on my knees I do it without question.

His joggers down in one movement. Cock already hard, thick.

I let my tongue flutter across his head. He sighs.

Lips wrapping round the whole head now. Sucking. Gentle then deeper.

Warm. He tastes warm.

Then I take all of him. Deep into my throat.

He groans. The sound goes straight to my cunt.

Start bobbing. All the way in, all the way out. Let the air hit him wet with my spit before taking him back to my tonsils.

His knees shake. Little sounds escaping him.

Hand on the back of my head. Pushing deeper with each movement.

I gag. Do it again. Twice more in seconds.

Feel his precum sliding down my throat.

Pull back. String of his juice connecting my mouth to his cock.

Nasty. Sexy. I lap it back up. Every bit.

Keep going. Find the rhythm that makes him grunt each time his tip hits deep.

Maybe six minutes. Seven. He's close, tells me.

I pull off. "Wait."

"Fuck. Don't stop."

"No."

Weird how in that moment I'm controlling him. He's begging and I'm saying no.

Wait a bit longer. Then take him again. This time I'll let him finish. Licking, dribbling, making a mess of him.

His cock pulses in my mouth. Take him deep. Let him fuck my throat. Thrusting urgent now. Getting closer.

Pull him out. Spit all over him.

"I'm gonna cum."

Lock my lips round him. Suck hard until he fills my mouth.

Keep going as he tries to pull away.

Then he's hauling me up. Rough but careful somehow. That contradiction that's always there with him.

Turns me. Hands flat against bark.

Pushes my skirt up. His fingers run down my spine, over my arse. Then lower. Finds where my tights meet my knickers.

Doesn't pull anything down. Just pushes fabric aside. The gusset of my knickers, the nylon of my tights. Creates a gap.

Spits. I feel it land on the nylon. Then his cock pushing through. The fabric tight either side of where he's entering me.

Slides in.

"Fuck, feels fucking amazing."

Takes what he wants. The bark's rough on my palms. His rhythm hard, direct. The nylon rubbing against me with each thrust. My knickers stretched to the side, cutting in.

"That posh cunt. Squeeze it for me."

I clench round him. Court shoes sinking in the mud.

His rhythm harder now. My nipples rubbing against my bra with each thrust.

Grab my hair, use it for purchase, treat me like I'm nothing.

"Gonna have your arse later," he says. Still fucking me. "Proper. Not like this."

Getting closer now. His words doing something to me.

Stuff your fingers, your cock, wherever they'll go. Make me look at you while you do it.

"Gonna watch your face when I push in. See it go all panicked. That look you do."

Clenching harder round him. Right there.

This is what I need, not want, need. The reset button. The thing that drags me out of listless nothing into this.

"Take my time with it. Get you all lubed up." His rhythm harder now.

Ruin any hopes I had of cuddles. Make me your slut not just call me one.

"Then shove the whole thing in deep. Watch your eyes go wide."

I'm about to come. So close.

Then he stops.

Pulls out. Just like that.

His palm cracks across my arse. Through the nylon. Stings more that way somehow.

"But not now."

Still bent over. The gap in my tights where he was. Cunt clenching on nothing. Empty. The image of what he described stuck in my head.

Waiting.

Then I feel it.

Spit landing on my lower back. On my arse. Running down.

Not careful where it goes. Just doing it.

"Filthy bitch."

More. Between my shoulder blades this time. Sliding down my spine.

It's viscous. Disgusting. Feels like I'm nothing.

I'm so turned on I might come from this alone.

"Sort yourself." His voice different now. Softer almost. "You've got court, haven't you."

Already walking back towards the flats.

Leaving me there. Skirt round my waist. Tights with a hole in. His spit cooling on my skin. Cunt aching. Thinking about my arse, about later, about when.

Have to drive to Crown Court like this. Prosecution opening in forty minutes.