Category Archives: Hot Attorney

Get worse before it gets better

Over the past several weeks, the Hot Attorney has been acting somewhat erratic and manic. Honestly, I have been concerned and told him as much. “You have good reason,” he said. “I resigned from my job last week and my wife and I have separated.”

On Wednesday, we met at the law school library for “the usual.” After he blew a load on my tits, we talked for a long time about his professional and personal plans. He seemed a great deal more lucid, thankfully.

Their divorce filing was in today’s newspaper. I am sad for my friend. He has been so stressed out and I fear that it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better.


Take me to the river

Well, Tuesday was my birthday. Yea, me! On Monday, MYC and I had an extremely gratifying encounter at my office. His mouth was everywhere on me and it was divine. I cannot get enough.

Yesterday was all about me. MYC treated me to lunch, where we talked about everything from to work and family to my porn preferences (previously Big Black Cock, but now I have returned to Public Agent). I enjoyed some recreational products with a friend and took advantage of a few moments home alone to pull up one of the cock pics MYC had sent me the previous weekend on my iPad, turn Juan on high and wear my clit OUT! As the waves of pleasure coursed through me, I moaned and writhed, holding nothing back.

A little later, while the kids were out of the house briefly, The Husband directed me to “take your pants off and lay on the bed.” And what did this slut get but another fantastic lick o’ the puss and a fuck!!! Hot damn and happy birthday to me!

The next day, I had a meeting out of town and hit the road early. About 30 minutes into my trip, I received a “good morning” text from MYC saying he was on his way to work. “How far along are you?” he asked. I told him and he replied that we would probably meet each other on the Interstate.

Hmmmmm…what an interesting coincidence. “You know, I need to stop for a cup of coffee,” I said, using Siri to voice text, and indicated I would be exiting at the same town where he would intersect the highway. “Oh, really?!?!” he said.

I found the closest gas station/convenience store to the exit and went in to get an extra large dark-roast coffee, loaded with half and half. “Where r u?” he asked. I responded and minute later, I saw him pull into the lot and park next to my car.

My phone dinged. “Surprise,” it said. You could have knocked me over with a feather, and then tickled my clit with it!!! I walked over to his rolled-down driver-side window and expressed my delight in this unexpected encounter. We chatted for a minute before I began to feel that familiar longing for his cock and I told him so.

“If you have a few minutes, there is a park nearby that I’d like to show you,” he said. “I promise it’s close.”

This unplanned visit was heading in an appealing, possibly public-sex direction!

I followed him about for about a mile to a lovely park on a river. We parked and were disappointed to see a couple of cars already parked there. He pointed to the other side of the lot. “I was going to fuck you in that restroom over there,” he said.

That was not going to work, so we drove down to the next parking area to explore other options. He walked down a concrete path that lead to the river and motioned for me to follow him. The trail curved and ended at a landing a few feet above the riverbank. Although there was an occupied boat ramp and roadway on either side, the trees and bushes provided decent cover.

“Pull down your pants and bend over that rock,” he hissed. The cold stone was a nice sensation, as was the crisp wind off the river on my ass! The next thing I felt was his rock-hard cock searching for my slippery slit, so I reached back and guided him inside of me. After a few hard thrusts, he blew a load, pulled out and zipped up.

“Did that just happen?” I asked. “Yes, it did,” he answered, with a sly smile. We walked back to our cars. I was stunned and pretty much speechless. He had made one of my favorite sex fantasies a reality and it was fucking amazing.

“Now, you think about that as you drive with cum-soaked panties for the next two hours,” he said. We went our separate ways and I barely recall the drive to my destination.

On the way home that afternoon, I slid my fingers down my pants and found sweet relief while going 60 miles per hour down a scenic rural highway. As I neared the town where the rendezvous occurred, I took a call that necessitated taking notes, so I exited and drove down to the park. After the call ended, I walked back to the spot, took a few pics and sent one to MYC.

“Return to the scene of the crime?” he joked. Of course! I needed to get a picture for the blog. He was having a productive day, but it “certainly started out differently than I’m accustomed to!”

Differently, indeed! I could get accustomed to it.

New addiction

For some time, I have been addicted to MYC’s cock. Now, I am addicted to his mouth…on my clit! Oh, fuck, he makes me feel sooooooooo good and I can’t seem to shake thoughts of him between my legs.

Yesterday, he was working at the apartment and indicated a visit from me would be welcomed. I was meeting with a client nearby and would be wrapping up soon.


I let myself in and locked the door behind me. He was sitting in a leather wingback chair typing on his laptop. I slid into the matching one to his right, kicked off my heels and tucked my feet under me. He fixed a bourbon and water for both of us—the perfect libation for the occasion. We enjoyed our drinks and caught up on the last several days, which included an out-of-state family trip for him and a strangely uneventful evening with the Hot Attorney for me.

Feeling slightly buzzed, I slipped to the floor, between his legs. He quickly unzipped and pulled out his cock. “Hurry, so I can get hard in your mouth,” he whispered. Eagerly, I took him in my mouth and savored every second as his length stiffened. With my hand around his shaft, I gently licked the head, periodically stopping to stroke him. “Please don’t make me come yet,” he said, arching his neck and groaning. Sometimes, I do as I am told.

“Let me eat your pussy,” he said. I shook my head “no,” and saw disappointment register on his face. “Get over there and play with yourself, then,” he instructed. I moved to the sofa, removed my pants and panties, spread my legs and began to explore my hot, wet cunt and clit. Moments later, his tongue joined my fingers and I surrendered control. If what he does to my clit feels half as good as what I do to his cock…

As he licked and sucked, he slipped a finger in my ass, sending me absolutely over the edge. Fuck, that man can eat pussy. I am good at taking care of myself and love playing with my toys, but nothing compares to coming with his mouth on me. Meet my new addiction.

I reclined on the sofa and got tremendously pounded—my legs in the air, him grabbing my ankles. What a fucking good time.

It really is the gift that keeps on giving because every time I write about an encounter, I play with myself, forthwith. I hope you find my posts equally stimulating.

Ordinary, average day? *Updated

Don’t all middle-aged women start their day by sending a tit pic to their favorite fuck buddy? If I can elicit a “Damn u!” from MYC I know his cock his hard. And that makes me happy…and wet. In fact, I spent most of my Tuesday that way.

He had a busy day ahead, as did I, but we would text periodically, which kept my juices flowing. That he frequently referred to wanting to lick my clit was a major contributing factor to a persistent achiness between my legs. One would think that would decrease productivity. Not so. If anything, it motivates me to take care of business, in hopes that it frees up time to mess around.

In this case, it did.

As per usual, finding the time and location to connect is the biggest obstacle. Neither of our offices would work and given our intended activity, we needed more space than a vehicle.

He now has access to an apartment near my office. We have played there, briefly, once before, but can’t make a regular habit of it because people we know come and go from the area. Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem on this particular Tuesday.

When it was determined that the coast was clear, I headed to the apartment, only a block away from my office. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. He had already closed the blinds and was mixing drinks—a bourbon and water for him, bourbon and Diet Coke for me. While he wrapped up some work on his laptop, I settled into the nearest sofa, took off my bra and unbuttoned my shirt dress to partially reveal my cleavage.

He looked up from the screen. “Show me a tit,” he said. I complied, uncovering my breast, caressing my nipple with the ice-cold red Solo cup. He watched for a moment then enjoyed a lick and suck before returning to his work. As he continued composing an important document, I sipped my drink and played with myself.

“Do you think the Hot Attorney would like to join us?” he asked. I had heard from HA the day before. His family was out of state for spring break, meaning he was free to hook up. Of course, I shared this intel with MYC.

“Let me see,” I said, excitedly, and picked up my phone.

“Hey, what are you up to?” I asked. “Getting into my truck,” he answered.

“Would you be interested in dropping by for a visit with MYC and me?” I said. “Well, I am going to dinner with my mom tonight. Tell me what you’re planning to do,” he said.

I provided a succinct and kinky list of activities: pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking. “Not sure my mom would accept that as a reason to cancel dinner plans, but if you happen to do that in the next 20 minutes, call me so I can hear you come and stroke my cock,” he said. “I love to hear you.”

Apparently, I became quite animated during the call. When I put down the phone, MYC commented, “You sure are giddy.” Yeah, I was. Although we weren’t going to add a third person to our party, talking dirty to one man while in the company of another had me even MORE turned on, which I didn’t think was possible.

At last, MYC finished the document, attached it to a message, hit “send” and we were able to get down to more important business.

The bourbon had kicked in and we quickly dispatched our clothing to the floor. He stood before me with that magnificent cock at mouth level. I gingerly licked the tip before taking as much as I could in my mouth. When I gagged, he slapped me hard. “Take it all, you fucking slut,” he growled. I relaxed my throat and he pushed deeper. When I reached my limit, I back off and gently bit his shaft. “Don’t fucking bite me, bitch,” he hissed and slapped me again. I looked up, eyes wild and wanting more.

“Let’s see how wet that puss is,” he said. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” was his response when his fingers found my dripping cunt. I reclined and spread my legs and his tongue quickly found its way to my hard and throbbing clit.

With each lick, I felt the pleasure build and the thought of calling HA became a fleeting memory. I pinched my nipples as hard as I could while he performed his magic, coaxing me into a sublime and magnificent climax.

He let me taste my juices with a brief, but exhilarating, kiss, then satisfied my day-long craving for his cock with a tremendous fuck.

Not even close to spent, we continued our dirty talk. Before long, I was on my knees, face deep in the cushions, getting pounded from behind, fingering myself until we both came again.

It was an extraordinary, above-average day for this slut.

Cross one off the bucket list…


For a couple of years, having a threesome has been on my kinky bucket list. Today, I can cross it off and add something new.

If I had planned it, it would have never worked out. There’s a lot to be said for last-minute fun.

Here’s a little back story. You can skip this part if it gets boring. On Tuesday, the Hot Attorney called me to chat. He wanted me to talk dirty, too, so I did and he was pleased. We talked about hooking up on Friday in the woods and promised to touch base later in the week. Yesterday afternoon, I learned that I was going to be in the office alone all day and figured I could invite him over for a quickie…a more comfortable and private setting than the woods! MYC and I had fucked on Tuesday night at my office, so I figured it was the Hot Attorney’s turn. When I called him this morning, he said he was interested and would call me later.

Because I am a good girl (ha ha), I didn’t start drinking Crown and Diet Coke until 2 p.m. Boy, am I glad I had a stiff drink! There’s no way in hell I would or could have done this sober.

MYC texted to see if I had lined anyone up to keep me company and I said there was a possibility for a visitor at 2:30 and commented that if I had any cajones, I’d try to round up a threesome. The Hot Attorney showed up and I broached the subject with him. He was reluctant at first. I told him if it didn’t go well, I was still going to suck his cock on a regular basis, so he said OK. Then I had him take a pic of me sucking his cock and send it to MYC, who was reluctant as well. Hell, I was, too!!!! It’s not like we were all sitting around drunk or stoned and decided to fuck around. Three professional adults having a three-way in an office storage room in the middle of the day. You think that’s going on in major metropolitan areas across the world every day? Honestly, I think it might be.

The weirdest thing was watching them shake hands and introduce themselves. That was fucking surreal. It was like two imaginary friends meeting each other.

I am still pinching myself that it actually happened. Both have them have had threesomes before, so I was the only “newbie.” The setting wasn’t ideal, but I had two cocks inside of me and it didn’t seem to take long for either of them to cum.

That was, of course, my favorite part…hearing both men cum…sounds I know well, but have never heard together…feeling both men cum…familiar sensations…but never experienced at the same time.

Things could have gone a thousand different ways, but I knew everyone was short on time (but long on cock), so I figured we might as well get down to business. I *think* I was on my knees between them for a few seconds, stroking their cocks, but my head was swimming and heart was pounding…making my throat and mouth very dry. I grabbed a Sprite nearby and drank a big mouthful before I sucked more cock. It is frustrating and nearly impossible to suck cock well with a dry mouth, so I had to do something.

Somehow, (don’t ask me because I don’t remember) I ended up on my feet, bent over with MYC behind me and the Hot Attorney in front. They came, I swallowed and then licked MYC clean. There may have been a few high fives and fist bumps. I don’t know. Hot Attorney left while MYC was in the restroom. Thank God.

Now, I can cross having two cocks at once off my fantasy bucket list, thanks to two great guys who were willing to do something totally outrageous to make one of their favorite cock suckers happy. Yeah, I’ll take that.

A night on my own


Yesterday, I had a rare afternoon, evening and overnight to myself. The Husband and kids were away. To keep my options open, I didn’t make any plans, another rarity. I was just going to go with the flow and if nothing happened, I would be content to binge watch Rita on Netflix or catch up on my reading.

Wanting to take advantage of the sunshine after work, I grabbed a Shiner Bock, a couple of cigarettes (don’t judge) and my phone and stretched out on the chaise lounge on my semi-private deck. About 15 minutes into my sun bathing, the phone rang. It was a chipper and chatty Hot Attorney. When he found out I was alone for the evening, he asked if he could come by between work and his son’s baseball game.

“Yes, I would love to see you,” I replied. While I enjoy our trysts in the great outdoors, my house provides a little more cover and is climate controlled. This is the South. It’s hot here. Also, we wouldn’t have to rush. I do so enjoy taking my time.

He said it would be at least an hour before he could get there, so I enjoyed the sun a little longer before hopping in the shower and getting ready for his arrival. I touched up my eye liner, applied lip stain, plugged in Juan and put on a black lace push-up bra, black mini-skirt and a black button-up top, which I left mostly unbuttoned. And I retrieved the shoe box in the top of the closet that contains my bong.

Do you think I achieved a desirable effect?

Photo on 6-15-15 at 5.41 PM

More than pleasantly surprised is a good way to describe the look on his face when he opened the door. He had with him an 18-inch long (phallic) maple rolling pin that he had purchased recently and made him think of me. Immediately, he nestled it between my tits and laughed. “That looks nice,” he said. I giggled. Making me laugh is a pretty big turn on. After a little more small talk, we got down to business.

He sat on the sofa and I fell to my knees and went to work on his cock, which got hard more quickly than it does when we meet in the woods. “There really is no better blow job than yours,” he whispered. “God, you’re amazing.” Words of affirmation must be my love language because that sent me into blow job hyper drive. Creative tongue work, deep throating, gingerly biting, intense sucking…we were both getting a lot out of it. I reached the point where I needed stimulation, so I invited him to go with me to my room, where I lay on my bed and summoned Juan. Standing beside me, he leaned down to suck my nipple, almost too hard. Within seconds, Juan hit the right spot and sent me into ecstasy. This time, I was happy to have an audience.

“I need you to fuck me now,” I said, still on the bed, with my legs spread. He reached down and confirmed my readiness to accept him. I stood and leaned onto the bed and he entered me from behind. “Would you like to pull out and come on my ass?” I asked. “How about I come in your ass?” he said. Wow. He and I had never done that before.

“Yes, I would like that,” I said and reached for some oil to ease the process, which it did. After about a dozen slightly and deliciously painful thrusts, he grabbed my ass (again…a little too hard) and erupted.

Sitting on the sofa afterward, I commented that I liked anal sex because the lingering soreness is a nice reminder of recent good and kinky times. He replied that he wasn’t really into the pain thing because he didn’t know when “Ohhhh, it hurts” is dirty talk or “stop it, motherfucker, that really hurts” talk. I told him we’d come up with a safe word and winked.

Since Juan was already out and plugged in, I enjoyed another session with him and some Big Black Cock after the Hot Attorney went on his merry way.

Later that night, I received a text from MYC, who was out of town for a work-related event. He asked how my evening had gone…did I have any visitors? Yes, I did have company, I told him. He wanted to know “Where’d you take it?” “Ass,” I answered.





It was 11:27 p.m. when he called. “What are you doing?,” he asked. “Laying naked on my bed,” I said. Turns out, he was doing the same. What a coincidence.

“I’m rubbing the precum on the tip of my cock with my index finger, getting ready to put some lotion on it,” he said.

I put Juan on the phone so MYC could hear what was about to go down (pun intended) on my end (again, pun intended). Then I told MYC how the Hot Attorney had fucked me, that I hadn’t been fucked in the ass since the last time he did it in November, that I wanted him to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. Just as he was blowing his load, I came for the third time.

What a fabulous Monday.

My call


About 9:30 Tuesday night, I was stumbling in the hotel hallway with a glass of wine in one hand and my heels in the other, trying to find the patio so I could smoke (drunk=smoking). One of the hotel staff pointed me in the right direction. During the course of the evening (a reception, banquet and after party wrapping up a two-day convention), I consumed at least one bottle of Cabernet and ate very little. The casino-themed after party was quite entertaining, even though I absolutely suck at Black Jack. It took all of 15 minutes for me to lose everything.

When the dealer swept up my losing cards and last blue chips, I decided it was time to call it a night. On the way out the door, I tapped MYC on the shoulder and told him I was leaving (did I forget to mention he was there?). “Where are you going?” he asked. “My room,” I said. A few steps from the elevator, the urge to smoke hit me and I headed in the general direction of the patio (based on my recent visit to this hotel in May).

Thankfully, no one else was there. I grabbed one of the free-standing outdoor ash receptacles and dragged it over to a chair, where I collapsed and lit my smoke. MYC texted me that he was already in his room and invited me to come see him. “I have to smoke my last two cigarettes NOW,” I responded. Damn, it was close to impossible to type with one hand and smoke with the other, while seriously intoxicated. Half way into cigarette number one, however, I got the hang of it.

As soon as I took the last drag on cigarette number two, I told him I was headed his way and confirmed his room number. When I stepped off the elevator, I had no idea which way to go and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I couldn’t see worth a shit! Suddenly, a door opened a few feet away. I walked and stood in the doorway, but no one was there. “Come in,” a familiar voice said, from behind the door.

We sat on the sofa and chatted a little. I was so drunk, that when he asked me questions, I had to sit and think a long time before I could answer with any certainty. And I am sure I was slurring my words. I was a hot mess.

After a few minutes, I reached over and lightly ran my fingertips across the top of his shorts, where I could see his cock beginning to bulge. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, Kinky,” he groaned. “Let’s go to the back,” he said and walked toward the bedroom. I gladly followed. He pulled back the duvet and quickly took off his clothes. “Be naked with me,” he appealed. I was so fucking drunk I didn’t think twice about slipping out of my short black dress, bra and panties and joining him on the bed.

“It has been a while since we had a hotel bed,” he noted. Yep. The last time was about four or five years ago, also during a conference. Funny how I can remember that encounter like it was yesterday, but I am kinda fuzzy about this one.

My long necklace fell across his stomach as I lowered my mouth onto his swollen cock. I tried to take all of it, but couldn’t…so I kept trying. Can’t get enough of that cock. True story. Even after seven years, it drives me wild. Seriously mad.

He determined it was his turn to play with me and promptly had his head between my legs, delighting me with his talented tongue and fingers, producing the genesis of much-needed relief. I wanted to taste my pussy with his tongue in my mouth and savor his cock inside of me when I climaxed.

“I know you want me to kiss you,” he said, rather authoritatively and almost teasingly, as he raised above me. “Rub that clit for me,” he demanded and kissed and entered me deeply when I complied. Grabbing the backs of my knees and pushing my legs further apart, he pounded and I stroked…completing our release.

In the hours that followed, we talked, stroked, fooled around a little, touched and even slept. Being in bed with him was beyond serene and he said leaving or staying was “my call.” A little before 1 a.m., I decided it was time for me to take the “walk of shame” back to my room on the other side of the hotel. No contentment was worth being seen by any number of people we both know leaving his room the next morning in the atrium-style building.

I leaned over, kissed his shoulder and said I was leaving. He roused and hugged me goodbye. Collecting my heels from the TV table, I wandered into the atrium, hit the down button on the elevator and somehow made it back to my room.

My dress, legs and heels…hours before the walk of shame.


After an unsuccessful night of trying to sleep, I went downstairs for the “gourmet breakfast buffet” and forced down a little yogurt and granola and half a cup of coffee. Probably still a little drunk, I went back to my room, tried to make myself somewhat presentable and finished packing. Without speaking a word to anyone, I checked out and departed.

The reason I attended the conference was to receive a work-related award, so I decided to take Wednesday as a reward and enjoy myself before driving three hours home. This included visiting an extraordinary art museum and meeting a college friend for lunch. Both helped get my head and feet back on the ground before transitioning back to reality.

As soon as I hit the road after lunch, the phone rang. It was the Hot Attorney. “Hey, I’m at the law school,” he said, with what sounded like a big grin. “Well, I’m three hours away,” I said, sincerely disappointed. Since he “discovered” the adjunct faculty office, he has called me every day (except Tuesday, when he knew I was traveling)! Someone can’t get enough. He was leaving Thursday morning with his family for a mini-vacation and really wanted to see me. We chatted for a while and I promised I would see him when he returned and that it would be worth the wait. That seemed to satisfy him. When the time comes, I am sure he will be satisfied.

When I arrived home, things were tense and stressful with The Husband. He has been in a terrible funk over a job-related situation. It has been difficult for all of us. Often, fucking is one of his coping mechanisms, but that hasn’t been the case this time. Today was shaping up to be another one of distance and disgruntledness. We attended a retirement reception in the afternoon, which, thankfully, brightened his mood. When we got home, I sent the kids to the neighborhood pool. While changing clothes, I periodically walked through the living room, where he was sitting, wearing only my heels. After the last trip, he followed me to the bedroom. I located one of our spanking toys and began tapping his cock through his pants. Before long, I was on the bed, ass high in the air, getting a much-deserved swatting. He was quite dominant and informed me that he had watched spanking porn while I was gone on a girls’ trip last weekend. We took turns turning each others asses nice and pink before he had to fuck me. “Slap my ass,” I groaned. “Call me a ‘fucking whore.'” He obliged and exploded.

I grabbed Juan and went to work on myself. Things weren’t going well, so my mind went through what seemed like a hundred real and imagined images before landing on something that did the trick…a fabricated vision of sharing MYC’s cock with a mutual friend. Success.