Charlie & Co., P.C.
By Jack Allen
|(MF, Cheat, Oral)|
His hands were full. He pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open with his foot and went in. Just inside the door, he paused, and his left eyebrow arched up. Charlie was there, on the other side of the island, with her hands under the front of her shirt, squeezing and molding her breasts. As soon as he came in, she looked up, smiled, and quickly pulled her hands out from under her shirt.
"Sorry. I didn't know you were busy," Jimmy said.
He set the four empty wine glasses on the counter.
"Don't worry about it, Jimmy. I just had to fix a little pinching problem," she said.
She straightened her snug blouse over her short, black skirt, brushed back her dark brown hair, and held her arms out.
"What do you think?" she said.
He glanced at her and smiled. On the counter next to her was an empty whiskey tumbler, and she had a little bit of a drunken slur to her words.
"They look great," he said.
Charlie put her hands on her hips.
Jimmy opened the bottle of merlot and was just about to pour some into one of the glasses. He paused and looked at her.
"But what? You were going to say they look great for being fake."
He shook his head and chuckled, and poured a little merlot into each of the four empty glasses.
"I wasn't gonna say that," he said.
She put her hands over her breasts and squeezed.
"You don't have to. I can see it in your eyes. I see it in the eyes of every man when they look at them," she said.
She leaned on the counter with one hand, put her other hand on her hips and pushed her hip out. Jimmy put the cork back into the merlot bottle. He looked at the door, then back at Charlie.
"Jesus, Charlie. You're Frank Mercer's wife. I'd never say anything like that," he said.
This time, Charlie chuckled. Her nipples were hard and poked through her shirt. She flicked at one with her fingernail.
"Don't bullshit me, Jimmy. That's what they all say. Frank Mercer left his wife to marry a girl half his age. Well, Frank didn't have to pay for these. They're all mine."
Jimmy leaned against the counter, facing her, and sipped the wine. His lips pinched. Too sweet for him.
"I believe it. And they look fine, too. And I don't care if you are two years younger than me. But you're still the wife of my Dad's partner, and that means you're off limits."
She had that smirk on her lips again, and took one step closer.
"Let's go back to the part about how my boobs look fine. How fine?" she said in a softer voice.
Jimmy put the glass of wine on the counter. Maybe there was a beer in the fridge. He looked straight at her chest, then back up to her eyes.
"They do look fine," he said, and had a devilish grin on his face.
Charlie's eyes looked down, too, then back up to his face.
"I gotta tell ya, Jimmy. I've been noticing how you got a little extra where most guys don't show much," she said.
His eyes narrowed.
"What are you trying to tell me?" he said.
Her eyes were locked squarely onto his.
"I mean your cock, silly. You got a big one, don't you?"
He grinned. He was surprised to feel his face grow warm.
"Does that embarrass you?" she said.
He looked away.
"There isn't much that embarrasses me any more," he said.
Between his legs, his penis stiffened and pushed out the front of his neatly pleated slacks. Charlie's hand reached out and touched it, and her eyebrows arched up.
"You certainly don't need to be embarrassed about that," she said.
He watched her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. However, he could not stop thinking that she was the wife of his father's partner. And he should not be flirting with her in the kitchen of his parent's house, especially not on the night of his father's retirement party.
She smiled at him, too. Her big, brown eyes sparkled. His cock twitched and grew harder, stretching down the leg of his slacks under the warm caress of her hand.
He could not deny that he had been horny for her and her hot body since that day three years ago that he was introduced to her at the Club. He would have jumped her right there, just thrown her on Judge Feingold's table in the Men's Grill, right into his grilled chicken Ceasar salad, and started pounding her, if he wasn't standing with his father, shaking Frank Mercer's hand.
So was it any wonder that he made no move to get away when he had Mrs. Mercer's hand on his cock?
"You grew up in this house, didn't you?" she said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was asking about the weather.
"I did," Jimmy said.
Her fingers squeezed his cock, and he bit his lip to keep himself from groaning out loud.
"Tell me. Did you ever bring your girlfriend up to your room and, you know ... fuck her on your bed?" Charlie said.
"No. I never got a chance to do that."
She nodded. Her lower lip stuck out, like she was contemplating his answer.
"Would you like to show me your room?" she said.
"I'd love to show you my old room."
She picked up his glass of wine, drank the whole thing, and licked her lips.
"Let's go before my husband wonders where I am," she said.
Jimmy took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. He could only pray that they didn't run into anyone. Charlie's face was flushed and he had a huge hard on pushing out the front of his slacks. It would be pretty obvious what was going on between them.
The party was down the hall in the drawing room, and everyone was there. They snuck up the stairs and down that hall to his room. He opened the door and turned on the light. Charlie went in, looking around.
"I love your room," she said.
She looked at the posters of the cheerleaders that were still hanging on the walls, the video games and the computer, the books on the shelves, and the electric guitar in the corner that was only good for collecting dust. Mom had moved a few boxes of her sewing stuff in there, next to his old desk. Somehow, it just didn't feel like his old room any more.
He sat on the bed, and the springs squeaked. Charlie sat next to him.
"Did you ever kiss a girl in here?" she said.
"I don't think I ever even brought a girl home."
"That's so sad."
"Yeah. But I got plenty of action in my Dad's car," he said.
Charlie laughed, and covered her mouth with her hand. Jimmy took her hand away from her mouth, pulled her closer, and kissed her. She cried out and her eyes opened wide. Her voice was stifled in his mouth.
Her lips were soft and warm and tender. His blood surged in his veins and roared in his ears. It was like being a teenager all over again, and kissing a girl for the first time.
She put her hand on his knee and moved it up his thigh to rub his cock. If it wasn't hard before, it was as hard as a rock now.
He reached up and squeezed her breast. It was soft, but firm, and yielded under his fingers. He was delighted. She felt fantastic. He hated to admit that he believed they were fake.
His tongue was in her mouth and he was just about to slip his hand under her shirt when she pulled away from him with a loud smack of her lips.
"I think it's time I gave you a blowjob," she said.
She had a sly grin, and her mischievous eyes watched him as she slipped off the bed to the floor in front of him. Jimmy leaned back on the bed on his elbows. She pulled his legs apart and crawled between them. Her fingers unfastened the buckle of his belt with ease, as if she'd done it a thousand times.
Her head shook slowly, and her lower lip stuck out in a sad, pouty frown.
"Poor Frank. I love him. I swear to God I do. It's just that, well, he doesn't always satisfy me the way I need. You know what I mean? I mean, I need it hard, and I need it all the time. Not the way Frank does it to me. I need it with this."
She reached into his slacks and pulled out his huge, thick cock. Her eyes bulged. Her mouth dropped open. It stood straight up, staring down at her, like an evil serpent she had come to worship.
"Oh God. I need it bad," she said.
She grabbed the long, thick shaft with both hands, leaned forward, and sucked the fat head into her mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes and groaned. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked in her cheeks. It was too bad about Frank. He could almost feel sorry for him, if he hadn't spent his entire career trying to cheat Dad out of money. Somebody had to take care of Charlie's needs. He didn't mind if it had to be him.
Her head moved up and down. She was moaning, and her hands were pumping on his shaft. Her puffy, red lips were stretched around the shaft, but still her saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down the shaft and over her hands.
He brushed her silky brown hair away from her face. Her big, brown eyes blinked a couple of times and looked up into his eyes. It looked like she was trying to smile at him, but it was hard to tell the way her lips were stretched so wide.
The more she worked her head up and down, the more of his cock she took into her mouth. She was sucking on about half of its length. A few times, he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and make her gag, but she kept going, sucking even harder than before. He groaned. No woman had ever been able to take that much of him before.
He grabbed her shoulders to pull her to her feet.
"Come on. Get up. Let me do you now," he said.
She let his cock slip out of her mouth. The head was dripping with her saliva.
"We don't have time for that. Save it for the next time," she said, and wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand.
She stood up between his parted legs. She licked her lips and bit her lower lip between her teeth. Jimmy sat up. His hard cock twitched, as if it couldn't wait for what was going to happen next.
Charlie's eyes looked deep into his eyes. She bent down to grab the bottom hem of her short skirt, and pulled it up slowly, revealing her thighs a bit at a time, until she got to the red lace panties with the tiny patch on the front that barely covered her mound.
"What do you think?" she said.
"Very hot. Just like the rest of you," Jimmy said.
Charlie giggled. He had to grin. Frank had made this all too easy for him.
He reached up for the thin straps that held the panties to her hips. She pulled the skirt a little higher, giggling. She was just as excited as him. He pulled the tiny, delicate red panties all the way down her legs. She stepped out of them and he tossed them on the pillow. He leaned forward and kissed her pussy.
"Come on, Jimmy. I told you. We don't have time for that," she said with a laugh, and pushed his head away.
He laid back on the bed, propped on his elbows again.
"No problem. I just wanted to see how you taste," he said.
She lifted one leg over his and put her knee down on the mattress by his hip.
"And how do I taste?" she said.
Her small hand reached down and closed around the wide shaft of his cock.
"As sweet as a honeysuckle rose," he said.
"Oh please. Don't bullshit me. It doesn't work for Frank."
She rubbed the head of his cock along her warm, wet slit, and moaned.
"Ok. Maybe it works a little. He never said anything that nice to me," she said.
Jimmy clenched his teeth to bite back a grin. He wanted to tell her it was because her husband was a selfish asshole who only thought about himself, but it was probably best if he kept those words to himself.
The head of his cock was touching her pussy, was pushed between her swollen pussy lips. Charlie, though, was just rocking her hips back and forth slowly, and moaning behind her closed lips. He put his hands on her hips. It would be so easy to pull her down on his cock, to force it inside her. She would be so tight around his cock.
Most girls usually were very tight their first time with him, before they were stretched out to adjust to his size. And it almost always made him cum right away. Hell, it was so difficult to resist when a girl was so tight around his cock. But he had nearly injured a couple of girls in the past. That would not be good thing, especially if he had to give her back to Frank when he was done. Charlie, though, seemed like the type who might like it that way.
Charlie lowered herself a bit. The head of his cock penetrated her opening. She flinched and gasped, and like a switch had been turned, she began to shake, and her brown eyes had the look of fear.
"My goodness, Jimmy. That's pretty big. I don't know if it's gonna fit," she said with a nervous chuckle.
Jimmy smirked and nodded.
"That's what they all say."
Charlie's expression changed. She looked confused. Her hips were frozen in position in the grip of his hands, with just the head of his cock in her pussy.
"All of who?" she said.
"All the women I sleep with. They all say the same thing, it's too big for them, they've never had one that big, they don't know if it's gonna fit. Then they get down on it and all of a sudden they can't get enough of it, they want it deeper, they want it harder."
Charlie blinked. She was staring at him like she couldn't believe what he was saying.
"And what do you do?" she said.
He squeezed her hips and pulled her down. An inch or two of his cock pushed into her pussy. Her eyes closed and she groaned.
"I give it to them, of course. As hard and as deep as they want it," he said.
Her lips were parted. She was breathing hard. Her breasts pushed against the front of her blouse.
"That's what I like about you, Jimmy. You're always so giving," she said.
She lowered herself on his cock. A few more inches pushed up inside her pussy. Her brows were twisted and furrowed. She lifted her other knee onto the bed so she was straddling his waist, and bent over him.
"Shut up and fuck me already," he said.
She smiled. Her ass worked slowly up and down, sliding her wet pussy on his cock. He rocked his own hips up and down with her. She flinched each time his cock stretched her open a little bit more, until she lowered herself all the way down on it and let out her breath through her teeth.
Jimmy gritted his own teeth. His entire cock was enveloped by her warmth and her tightness. She was no different than any of the other women, from that very first time when he was younger and Mom's friend Mrs. Chesney discovered that he was better equipped than most grown men. It was impossible to hold himself back that first time, and it never got any easier.
"It's in. Oh God, it's in," Charlie said with a weak voice.
She was leaning over him with both hands on the mattress. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.
"Now start working your magic," he said.
He unbuttoned the front of her white blouse and unfastened the clasp of her bra to release her breasts.
Charlie sat up straight over him. Her weight settled on his lap and her knees pinched in at his waist.
"You want me to do all the work?" she said.
He reached up and squeezed her breasts. She was already moving up and down.
"Hell yeah. You got us this far. Now I'm gonna sit back and enjoy the ride," he said.
She had a smug grin. Her hair hung over her face.
"I'll show you what a good ride I am," she said.
He had his hands over her boobs. She put her hands over his and started to move herself up and down on him. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, and her blouse hung open on her shoulders. He groaned, and fought to restrain himself. God, how he would love to have her in his bed completely naked, face down with her ass up, so he could pound her hard.
Her head tilted back. Her mouth was open and she was moaning.
"Oh God. Oh fuck, yeah," she said in a soft, low voice.
Her body undulated in his hands, writhing forward and back, and side to side. Jimmy tried to watch her face. Was she delirious, or was she getting into it?
Her pussy was clamped around his cock like it didn't want to let go. Charlie worked her ass up and down on it slowly, and every few strokes pressed herself down on it. He felt the head of his cock bump against something deep inside her.
He knew what it was. He had bottomed out in women many times before. Their reaction was always the same. Very few had ever been fucked by a man who could hit their cervix.
Charlie's eyes popped open and her whole body flinched. She even let out a little yelp. The other women always told him afterward how much it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that hurt so good.
"Oh God. I'm cumming. You're making me cum, baby," she said.
She bent forward over him, moaning. Her pussy clamped tighter and tighter on his cock. There was no way he could resist that. He slid his hands down to her hips to pull her down snug, and groaned. His first shot of cum burst from the end of his cock.
Charlie's eyes popped open.
"You're doing it. I can feel it," she said.
But his own face was twisted, and his hips pumped off the bed, shoving his cock as deep into her body as it would go.
Charlie fell on top of him, panting. Her breasts were warm and soft on his chest.
"Oh my God, Jimmy. I haven't cum like that in years," she said.
"Yeah. Me too," he said.
Her face was nuzzled against his neck. He stroked her back and grinned. That was something he never got tired of hearing.
Charlie lifted herself off of him. His cock slid out of her pussy, as slowly as it went in. When it dropped free, it was followed by a gush of thick, white cum that ran down the inside of her thigh.
"Jesus, Jimmy. That's a lot of cum," she said.
She rolled off of him to the bed beside him and reached over and put her hand around his long, sticky cock.
"How many women have you got pregnant?" she said.
"None that I know of."
"Let's hope you don't get me pregnant. That would be a hard one to explain to Frank."
She got off the bed to fix her clothes back on her body. Jimmy stayed on the bed to watch. She put her big, soft breasts back into the bra, fastened it, and buttoned up the blouse. He handed her the tiny red panties that had landed on the pillow. She pulled them up her legs, then pulled her short, black skirt down and straightened it.
By then his cock had softened enough that he could bend it back down into his slacks. He noticed how Charlie watched him out of the corner of her eye, and the look of sadness on her face when he tucked it away.
At the door, she stopped him, put her hands on his chest, and kissed him. She pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"This never happened. At least, not until the next time," she said.
"Of course not," Jimmy said, and kissed her again.
He closed the door to his old bedroom and followed her hot ass down the stairs. He had a grin that would not go away. He could never look at Frank Mercer the same way again.
* * * *
Jimmy didn't see her again until about a month later. Charlie walked into his office wearing that short black skirt, but this time with a matching black blouse and black jacket. She looked very proper, except for the mischievous smile on her lips, and the glint in her eyes.
"Have you been to a funeral?" Jimmy said.
He put down his pen and sat back in his leather arm chair. Charlie walked across his office on her high heels, and stood in front of his desk.
"It might as well have been a funeral. I need to hire a lawyer. Frank is filing for divorce. He is accusing me of sleeping around," she said, and rolled her eyes. "I don't know where he gets that idea. I haven't slept with anyone since you. The others, well ... they just don't do it for me any more."
Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah. I'm sorry about that. I should have warned you."
She looked at him funny.
"Warned me about what?" she said.
"Other women I've been with, well, they tell me they can't go back to average guys. They tell me I've ruined them for other guys," he said.
"You got that right. If a guy's not as big as you, I'm just afraid he's not gonna do it for me," Charlie said.
Jimmy sat forward and put his hands on the desk with his fingers laced together.
"And now Frank wants a divorce?" he said.
She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"Yes. He wants a divorce. Go figure. But I don't have the money for a retainer," she said.
She had one hand on her hip, with her hip thrust out. Jimmy stared at the curve of her hip, and nodded his head. That wasn't going to be a problem.
But Charlie had another idea. She unzipped the short, black skirt, and let it fall to her feet. Beneath it, she wore nothing at all. Jimmy's eyebrows went up.
"All I have to offer is my pussy. I hope you'll accept it," she said.
She sat on the front edge of his desk, leaned over it toward him, and lifted her leg. Jimmy reached across the desk to touch her pussy, and pushed his middle finger into her wet opening. Charlie moaned. Her sparkling brown eyes looked deep into his eyes.
"You'd better bring that over here so I can get a better look," he said.
"If you say so," Charlie said.
She hopped off the desk and walked around to his side. He moved aside the blotter, his book of statutes, the stapler and the Rolodex, and pushed his chair back. She sat on the edge of his desk and put her feet on either side of his chair.
Jimmy looked at her pussy. It was beautiful, with just a few wisps of brown hairs around her glistening, pink lips. He looked up to her face.
"I'll dismiss my normal retainer in exchange for your offer. I'll begin the oral deposition now," he said.
He bent down and kissed her mound. Charlie giggled. He let the tip of his tongue brush through the fine, wispy hairs, and she sighed.
"Oh yes, baby," she said.
She laid back on his desk with her knees up. Jimmy rolled the chair closer, and continued the examination with his tongue. He ran the tip up and down between the folds of her soft pussy lips, and pushed it into her sweet opening, as deep as it would go.
Someone knocked on the door, and the door opened. Charlie turned to look. Jimmy lifted his head from between her legs. It was Marla, his secretary, standing in the doorway, one hand on the door knob, and a blue folder in her other hand. She stared at them.
"I have District Attorney Tanner on line three. He wants to know if you'd like to join him for lunch before your golf game," Marla said.
Jimmy licked his lips and cleared his throat.
"Please tell D.A. Tanner that I'll be eating out today," he said.
Marla nodded and closed the door. She had a faint smile on her lips.
Charlie was looking at him with a confused face.
"She took that well," she said.
"Yeah. She's like that."
Charlie's confused face turned to a big grin.
"You're fucking her, aren't you?" she said.
"She gets a pretty good year end bonus. About once a week," he said.
"I wouldn't mind getting that kind of bonus in my rear end," Charlie said.
Jimmy stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. She was watching his hands. He dropped his slacks to the floor. His cock was hard and pushed out the front of his boxers. Her eyes brightened and she smiled. He pushed the boxers down.
"Ooo. I've missed you," she said.
She reached for his cock and the shaft glided into her fingers. Jimmy stood still. His eyes closed. Her hand felt good.
She pulled her black blouse up over her tits and laid back on the desk.
"Come on in, baby. Make yourself at home," she said.
Jimmy put one hand on her knee, and held his cock with his other and. He lined up the head with her tiny, pink opening. He touched it to her pussy, and she moaned.
Her eyes were on his, and her mouth hung open. He pushed forward with his hips. The head of his cock split her pussy lips. Charlie flinched and groaned. Her knees tightened around his waist.
"Oh God. I forgot how big you are," she said.
He worked the head of his cock back and forth in her pussy.
"We're just gonna take it nice and slow," he said.
He leaned over her, grabbed her boobs with both hands, and pushed forward with his hips again. A few inches of his cock sunk into her pussy. She groaned, and her back arched off the desk.
"I thought you were gonna go slow," she said.
"I'm a lawyer. What can I say?"
She giggled. "I never got fucked by a lawyer."
"There's more than one way for a lawyer to fuck you," he said.
He leaned into her again, holding onto her breasts. His cock pushed into her warm, wet slit.
"Oh fuck," she said, and groaned into his ear.
She was tight, as tight as that first time a month ago in his old bed. Her resistance, though, gave away a little more easily, and most of his cock slipped into her channel.
Her legs wrapped around him and her heels dug into his back.
"I can't believe you did that to me. You're so mean," she said.
"I know. What can I tell you. It's what I do," he said.
She smiled and put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"I love it when you're mean to me," she said.
He started slowly, moving his ass up and down. Her pussy held him tight and wouldn't let his cock slide in and out. Her whole body moved with each stroke of his hips.
He stood upright. Only half of his long, thick cock was inside her. She had her legs around his waist, and he was holding her hips. He started pumping a little faster and a little harder. He pressed his cock deeper. It didn't take long to sink the whole thing inside her.
"Oh God, yes. Give it to me harder," she said in a low, breathless voice.
She was panting and moaning, and squealed every time his cock hit bottom. He bent his head down and gnawed on her nipples. The whole desk rocked with every hard thrust of his hips. He looked over to the door. Marla was just outside the office. Could she hear any of this?
Charlie's fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he winced.
"Oh God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said.
Her voice was a weak, gasping moan. Her fingernails dug in a little deeper, and he winced again. Was she trying to draw blood?
His own back arched. His orgasm was coming hard. He pulled her back toward him and jammed his hips forward. Her pussy closed tighter around his cock. Her eyes popped open.
His cock spasmed. His cum flowed through his cock like it was a firehose. The office was silent for a second, then he groaned from deep in his gut.
His head came up. His hips eased back, then slammed into her again, to send his next load of cum deep inside her.
Charlie stroked his cheek. She had a big smile on her face.
"You're cumming. I can feel it. I love the feel of your cum in me, baby. I love it when you make me cum," she said.
His cock was still throbbing and depositing his seed in her womb. She pulled his head down and kissed him. He opened his mouth to let her tongue in, and she was moaning.
He stood up straight. Their hot, sweaty skin peeled apart like they had been glued together. He was breathing hard, and moved his hips back and forth. His cum leaked from her pussy lips. Now he had enough lubrication to slide his cock in and out.
The intercom on his phone beeped.
"Jimmy?" Marla said through the tiny speaker.
He looked at Charlie, then at the phone.
"Yeah?" he said.
"I have your father on line one," Marla said.
The intercom clicked, and his phone started ringing. The light for line one flashed.
Charlie sat up.
"I'd better get going. I have to give Frank the bad news," she said.
She reached down to touch his cock, where it was sliding in and out of her pussy. She scooped up some of his cum and licked it off of her finger.
"What bad news?" Jimmy said.
He stepped back. His cock withdrew from her pussy and fell out. She grunted. His cum dripped from the tip, and a gush of it spilled from her pussy all over the polished top of his desk. She dropped her feet to the floor and he helped her stand up. She was a little wobbly.
"That I've hired his partner's son to be my lawyer. He hates you," she said.
She pulled her snug blouse down over her breasts, and walked around his desk to pick up her skirt.
Jimmy pulled up his boxers and his slacks.
"Why is that?" he said.
She looked at him. The corners of her mouth were turned up in just the slightest grin.
"Because you can't be bought."
She pulled her skirt up over her legs and zipped it up.
Jimmy came out from behind the desk. He slipped his hand around her waist and kissed her.
"I can be bought. He doesn't have a hot pussy to pay my fee," he said.
"This was the first installment for your fee. I hope you make many deposits like that," she said.
She opened the door. He put his hand on her ass. She paused and looked back at him.
"Should I schedule another meeting?" she said.
"Yes. Tomorrow. Same time. Let Marla know," he said.
She walked out and he closed the door. He went back to his leather chair. His desk was a mess. All the stuff was shoved aside, and his cum was puddled right in the middle where he worked, and on the expensive carpet under the desk.
The phone was still ringing. He picked it up.
"Yeah? Hi, Dad. Everything's great. Yeah. I just heard about Frank and Charlie. Yeah. I know. Can't say I ever saw that one coming," he said.
© Copyright 2006 Jack Allen