The Paralegal!

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The Paralegal!
The Paralegal!
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Debbie has moved to New York and, after some bad hookups, decides to give a beta guy a shot because all her past boyfriends were black alpha studs, and they always let her down. Maybe this time, a nice guy, a harmless man will be what she needs?
Max Swan
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After moving to New York from Denver, paralegal Deborah Hewson’s life was complicated.  She left behind a man she felt very attracted to, a black man who was also very well hung.  They kept the long-distance thing going for a while, but it became clear to Deborah that her beau back in Denver wasn’t being faithful.  She felt upset about it, but she knew that it would be impossible for someone like Garth to stay celibate for her.  The man was a sex machine, and he’d naturally be sniffing around for some hot woman to fuck now Deborah was gone.  She resented it but, deep down, accepted that it was inevitable.  As she soon learns, men like Garth cannot be controlled from a distance.  Controlling men, especially lovers, is something Deborah excels at.  She likes to make them think they’re the boss, but she knows how to manipulate a man’s ego like the best.

For this reason, she was head-hunted to a law firm in New York with double pay and a condo in Manhattan.  Her new boss, a black woman, called Nancy King from the law firm: ‘Goldman, King, and Peters,’ spotted her talents when consulting on a criminal case in Denver.  Nancy saw how Deborah somehow got the man accused of embezzling fifty million dollars from a high-profile corporation to hand over all the information they needed in the case.  The man was reluctant to cooperate with his defense team because he worried he might further incriminate himself.

However, Deborah convinced the man to hand over everything he had, which impressed everyone.

Her preference for well-hung black men was something she discovered was in abundance in New York City.  Deborah is a busty curvy woman around five foot five, with brown hair, blue eyes, and porcelain-like white skin.  She’s beautiful.  But finding a man still proves a somewhat elusive prospect for her.  Take her latest attempt to find a black boyfriend in New York.  On Tinder, she met Calvin, or ‘Cal’ as he preferred to be called, and they dated for a while.  Until the faithful evening when things went sour for Deborah.

*****

They returned to Deborah’s condo after a night of dancing and drinking at a nightclub.  Calvin puts his hands on Deborah’s shoulders and pushes her to her knees.  Eyeing the swelling in his pants, Deborah undoes his belt, her hands wandering over the growing bulge.  She unbuttons the waist and quickly pulls the zipper down.  She grabs the sides of his pants and briefs and pulls them together until his massive black cock pops loose.  Her eyes widen as she peers on in amazement at the girth of the beast in front of her.

“Oh, I can never get over just how big you are,” she murmurs as she wraps a hand on the shaft, nowhere close to getting her fingers around.

Using both hands to lift the hefty member, she leans under it, putting her tongue at the base.  She starts by playing with his massive balls, licking them, and taking them into her mouth one at a time.  Then slowly, she runs her tongue up to the still shrouded head.  Her tongue circled the head, licking up and tasting the pre-cum forming there.

Hmmm.”

She wraps her lips around the head and continues to play with it.

“Oh yeah, you like that cock.  You’ve never had a cock this good,” Calvin says as he sees Deborah servicing him.

The alpha male that he is begins to take over.  Deborah tries to put more of the massive cock in her mouth, but there isn’t any more room for much more past the head.

“We’ll work on that later,” Calvin says as he grabs Deborah’s shoulders and stands her up.

He turns her back toward the bed and slowly lowers her down on it.  Deborah lifts her legs and spreads her knees for the bull about to ride her.  Calvin grabs each thigh and pushes Deborah up the bed until her head is almost to the headboard.  He then plants his face between her legs and licks her sopping wet pussy.  Deborah moans as she closes her eyes, leans her head back, and grabs the sheets in each hand.  Her first orgasm is already hitting her.

Another orgasm hits Deborah as she squirms under Calvin’s tongue lashing.  Satisfied with his work, Calvin moves up her body, kissing her belly and breathing softly over her skin as he reaches her breasts.  Spending some time on each side, he licks and sucks her nipples.  Deborah moans as he does this and puts her hands on his head.  Calvin moves the rest of the way up, and he looks into her eyes.  She’s staring back with overwhelming ecstasy.

“Are you ready?” he asks as he grabs her arms and pins them above her head.

She nods yes.  As they look lustfully into each other’s eyes, Calvin slowly begins to push the head of his massive black cock past her wet pussy lips.  Deborah gasps as her mouth open wider, and her eyes show worry.  Calvin hesitates to give her a chance to adapt to the immense cock penetrating her.

“That’s it, girl.  I love how you take my big cock.”

Calvin grins as he starts to push in again.  Deborah gasps again as the head moves past her pussy lips, and the shaft begins to enter her cunt.  Calvin leans down and begins to kiss her.  Distracting her as he continues to slide his cock deeper into her stretched, tight vagina.  Deborah’s muffled moans are louder the more bottomless Calvin’s cock gets.  He broke off the kiss as the last few inches of cock disappeared into her cunt.  All ten inches of black cock are now in her body.  Deborah wraps her legs tight around him, pulling him in closer, letting out a louder moan.  Slowly, Calvin began pulling out and pushing inside again.  Just a few inches at first, but more of his cock as his speed increases.

Letting go of her arms, Calvin lies on top of Deborah.  With her arms free, she wraps them tight around Calvin and pulls him in as close as she can while he pounds her cunt.  Harder and faster, Calvin fucks her.  Her orgasms coming one after another, she goes between moaning and screaming in ways only a big cock can give that kind of primal fucking.

Calvin stops the relentless hammering long enough to sit up, roll Deborah over, and ram his cock back into her vagina.  The hard impalement causes her to scream and lift her body, but Calvin quickly grabs her arms, pinning them out to the side as he lies on her and continues his ruthless pounding of her cunt.

“Stay down,” Calvin commands.  The man’s grunts turn into moans as he finally begins to climax.  “Where do you want it?  Where do you want my cum?”

In my pussy,” she screams between moans and the impact of Calvin’s cock.  “Fill me with your cum.”

AAGHH,” Calvin moans as he forcefully slams into Deborah, leaning back as he plunges his black cock deep.

OHHHH,” Deborah squeals.

Calvin loosens his grip on Deborah’s arms and lowers her back down, gently kissing the back of her neck.  The two lay there, catching their breath, while Calvin’s cock still fills Deborah’s cunt.  She pulls Calvin’s arms into her as she enjoys her post-climax high and closeness.  After a few minutes, Calvin’s still massive cock shrinks and falls out of Deborah’s sloppy vagina.  Calvin rolls off of Deborah and lies on his back next to her.  It’s now that things went wrong for Deborah.

“Babe,” Calvin said, grabbing her leg and squeezing.  “We need to talk.”

Deborah opens her eyes and turns her head to face her man.  “What’s up, Cal?”

“Well, I been thinking, and I know we talked about being exclusive, but I’ve changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?” she asks and frowns.

“I got too much going on, babe,” he said with a shrug.  “There are many fine ladies out there who want to ride my monster cock.  I can’t tie myself down to just one.”

Her eyes bulge.  She sits up in bed and slaps down on his face.  “Get out.  GET OUT, NOW.”

Calvin rubs his cheek, wincing some.  “Don’t be like that, babe,” he tries to soothe her.  “We can still have fun together.”

“GET OUT OF HERE NOW,” Deborah shouts.

Calvin gives in.  There’s plenty of willing pussy in the city for him.  He doesn’t need this bitch getting all needy.  He climbs out of her bed, grabs his clothes and shoes off the floor, and heads to the door.

Before leaving her bedroom, he said, “If you change your mind, you have my number.”

“GET OUT.”

He shrugs and leaves the bedroom.  A few minutes later (after he’s dressed), Deborah hears the front door open and close.  She falls onto the bed and starts crying.  The depth of feeling she was experiencing told her how hard she had fallen for the black man and his gigantic cock.  ‘Was I that lonely?’ she wonders.  ‘I fell for the first big cock that came along.  God, what an idiot.’  Deborah gets out of bed, goes to the kitchen, and pours herself a glass of wine.  She can’t get over how Calvin infected her life so quickly.  ‘I guess I was ripe for the picking,’ she thought glumly.  ‘A lonely woman new to New York.  What would Nancy say if she found out that her maneater was a pussycat.’

She sits on her sofa and flicks the TV on to distract herself from her pain.  ‘I need to get my mojo back,’ she thought, sipping her.  ‘I need to find a man I can control, but where?  Not on Tinder, that’s for sure.  No, I need a more respectable guy.  Maybe a type I don’t usually date for a change.’  Deborah sniffles.  Having your heart broken hurts on many levels.  She had believed Calvin and she had a long-term future.  Maybe even marriage and children if things worked out.  The tears come rolling out, and she grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes.  ‘I just need to find a way to meet this new guy that’s not online dating,’ she thought.

As if the gods had heard her plea, an ad begins on TV promoting short courses at a nearby community college.  These courses are held at night and include pottery, leadlighting, learning piano, guitar, etc.  So, she gets her laptop and looks up the college.  As she scrolls through the various courses offered, Deborah finds one that piques her interest.  It’s a beginner’s photography course.  ‘Yeah, what a great place to practice photography,’ she thought.  ‘New York has so many interesting places and weird peopleIt’ll give me an excuse to use that expensive SLR camera dad gave me as a going-away present.’

The idea perked her up, and the betrayal and loss at losing Calvin seemed to fade a little.  After a few more sips of wine, Deborah signs up for the course that starts in a week.

*****

She arrives at the college on the first night of the photography course a little late due to some issues at work.  Nothing serious, just annoying.  There’s only one seat available, and after apologizing for being late, she sits next to this good-looking brown-haired man around her age.  The instructor, an older man in his fifties, runs through the basics of how a camera works.  All the other students have their cameras in their hands, and instead of getting hers out and disrupting the class, she gazes at the guy next to her.

“You don’t mind if I look at your camera for now,” she whispers to him.

He turns, and his bright blue eyes flash.  “Sure, no problems,” he whispers.

The class progresses, and she does get her camera out when the instructor suggests she had better, so she gets accustomed to it.  Deborah pulls out a Canon 5D, and the man beside her nods his approval.

“Nice camera,” the man said with a smile.  “That’s nearly top of the range.”

Deborah shrugs.  “It was a gift,” she said.  “I know nothing about things like that.”

By the end of the first class, the teacher showed them some basic settings and how to work the cameras each person brought.  There were various cameras, from old film ones to the latest point-and-shoot digital cameras.  He assigned them homework, namely, taking a photo of ten favorite things.  The images can be of people, objects, and places.

As the class was packing up, the man beside her suddenly said, “I’m Sebastian.”  Deborah smiles and introduces herself.  Then he said, “I’m not usually this forward, but I wondered if you’d like to go out for a drink tonight?”

No way,’ she immediately thought.  Then Deborah remembered her pact to date a guy she wouldn’t usually go for.  Sebastian is an attractive man, but something about him seems so beta already.  Deborah can generally sense it immediately in men; it’s part of her ability to break them down and get them to talk.  ‘Maybe a drink won’t hurt,’ she decides.  ‘Besides, I got nothing better to do.’

“Sure, that would be nice,” Deborah said and smiled sweetly.  “I know a bar not far from here.  Maybe you can show me how to work this damn contraption.”

Sebastian chuckles.  “A 5D is a lot of camera for a beginner,” he said.  “But, great.  I’m happy to help a fellow student.”

They walk to the bar, following many students with the same idea.  Deborah tells Sebastian she’s a paralegal who recently moved to New York from Denver.  Sebastian tells her he grew up in New York and has made a fortune in cryptocurrency speculation and the stock market.

“So, you do nothing?” she asks as they enter the bar.

He laughs.  “I keep myself busy,” he said merrily.  “But I don’t have a job like a regular person.”

“Cos, you’re rich?”

“Something like that,” he said.

“Well, in that case, you’re buying,” Deborah said, and they both laughed.

“Why don’t you grab a booth, and I’ll get us some drinks.  What’s your poison?”

“I’ll have a cosmopolitan,” she said and sat at a vacant booth.

Not long after, Sebastian returns with a cosmopolitan for her and a beer for himself.  After he sits, he asks Deborah, “So, are you dating anyone now?”

She frowns.  “Why do you want to know?”

He shrugs.  “I wanna know where the boundaries are.  I like you.  I think you’re a beautiful woman, but it’s good to know at the outset if nothing happens between us.  Saves all that hassle of getting your hopes up only to be let down.”

Deborah laughs.  “I see.  Sounds like you’re talking from experience.”

He grimaces.  “Too much experience.”

“Well, I recently broke up with a guy,” she said, feeling awkward.  “So, while I am single, I’m also not looking for anything serious.”

Sebastian nods and swills his beer.  “Ah, I know what it’s like to have your heart broken,” he said sympathetically.  “My last girlfriend cheated on me.  I can tell you it was a real kick in the guts.”

Deborah nods.  “Yes, the guy I just dumped had the gall to tell me he wanted to see other women while seeing me.  I told him to fuck off.”

He notices she’s finished her cosmopolitan.  “Another round?” he asks.

“Why not.  But I can’t drink too much.  I have to work tomorrow.  Unlike some rich people I know.”

He laughs and goes and buys them another round.  When he returns, he proposes a toast.  “Here’s to those who wish us well, and to those who don’t, go to hell,” he said, holding his beer aloft.

Deborah clinks his glass with hers, and they drink.

“You’re funny,” she said.  “When did you break up with this cheating woman?”

“Oh, about four months ago,” he said.  “I think she was only into me for my money.”

“That sucks.  Maybe you shouldn’t flash it around so much,” Deborah suggests.  “It only attracts the wrong sort.”

“I don’t flash it around,” Sebastian said, clasping his arms over his chest.

“You couldn’t wait to tell me how rich you were,” she teased.  “That’s flashing it around.”

He frowns.  “Oh, I suppose so.  People ask me what I do, and I don’t know how to answer.”

“Hmmm, you could say you’re an investment broker, maybe.  Give her the impression you have a regular job.”

He smiles.  “You’re full of good advice.  But should a paralegal be telling me to lie?”

Deborah laughs.  “Only in matters of the heart,” she said.  “Oh, and tell her your cock is bigger than it is.”

He nearly spits his beer out.  “WHAT?”

“Don’t exaggerate it, but put a little mayo on it to get her into your bed.”

He stares at her for a moment and bursts out laughing.  “You’re something else,” he said, slapping the tabletop.

“It works, though.  If she dumps you after all that, you dodged a bullet.  If she stays with you even though she thinks you’re just an average guy with a boring job, you know she likes you, well, for you.”

“Well, this night took a strange turn,” he said, grabbing his empty glass and hers and buying another round.

The two seem to talk for hours and slowly get drunk.  Eventually, she calls an UBER, and he walks her to the car when it arrives.  They go to kiss goodnight, and what was meant to be a peck is unexpectedly French kissing.  They stand like that for a good few minutes until the driver complains.

“Why don’t you come back to my place,” Deborah whispers.

*****

Deborah smiled, scooting over so that Sebastian had room to get in beside her.  The UBER driver glanced at the two in the back seat.  He suppressed it if he was the type to comment on certain things.  The address suggested the possibility of an above-average tip, and he wasn’t about to jeopardize that.  The ride is spent in silence.  Deborah occasionally glances sideways at Sebastian.  The UBER only takes ten minutes to reach its destination as the roads are pretty empty.  Once they arrive, Sebastian gets out of the UBER first, holding the door open for Deborah while she tips the driver.

One step into the lobby of the building made it evident that Deborah lived very well, if only because they were greeted by a doorman who was more neatly dressed than Sebastian.

“Good evening, Ms. Hewson.” he smiled at Deborah with a nod of acknowledgment for Sebastian.  “How was your photography class tonight?”

“Oh, it was interesting,” Deborah said as they passed the man.

As they enter the lobby, Sebastian takes in her surroundings.  The floor is a pleasantly geometric pattern of black and white marble, converging about two-thirds of the way between the elevator and the doors they had entered.  Some strategically placed couches and plants broke up the acoustics enough to stop footsteps from echoing too loudly.  Everything is illuminated by soft yellow light coming from a chandelier hanging in the center of the open area, a modern thing of steel and glass pipes, with wall-mounted lights picking up some of its slack around the edges.

One of the elevators opens in response to Deborah producing a key fob from her purse and holding it up against a panel of matte black glass.  It wasn’t until the doors closed that he turned to her and said,  “You never told me your building has a doorman.”

“I never expected you to come to my apartment.” Deborah shrugged before adding, “He’s not going to breathe a word about you coming home with me if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Sebastian smiles.  “No, I didn’t mean that,” he said.  “It’s just how you talked about being a working stiff, living in upper Manhattan.”

“My place belongs to the firm I work for,” she explains.  “I could never afford a place like this on my salary.”

The high hallway they step into has a subtly vaulted ceiling, with circles of pale yellow light running along the very top of the arch, forming an illumination line on the black marble floors.  Their footsteps create soft echoes as they move.

Sebastian watches as Deborah pulls out her keys.  “Um.  I didn’t exactly expect guests,” she said, holding the doorknob.

Sebastian gives a slight shrug.  He has a hard time imagining Deborah’s apartment being anything other than pristine, even if she wasn’t expecting visitors.  Much to his relief, his assessment turned out to be correct.  The front door opens up into the darkness.  Sebastian can just make out the silhouettes of the furniture with what little light comes in from the windows.  They move into a living room of modern minimalism, the furniture primarily black and white, with framed art prints on the wall to create color.  The only thing that seems out of place is a red fleece blanket pooled on the black leather couch.

He turns to find that Deborah has taken off her coat and shoes, making her about an inch and a half shorter than she has been in her heels.  She held out her arm.  “Can I take your coat?” she asked softly.

Sebastian nods and sheds it, handing it to Deborah.  He watches her briefly retreat to the front door to hang them from the coat rack.  Then Deborah turns back to Sebastian.

“So, how would you like to do this?” he asks.

“Well,” she smiled as she moved toward Sebastian.  She takes the man’s hands in hers, bringing them to her lips and softly kissing along the knuckles.  All the while, she holds eye contact.  “That depends.  Would you like to sit and talk for a while?  We could have another drink.  We could also just go to the bedroom, and, you know.”

Her left-hand lets go of Sebastian’s right, but she uses the other to guide Sebastian along.  The man smiled and let himself be led, stepping out of his shoes as he followed Deborah’s lead.  Their destination turns out to be a door to the main bedroom.  As Deborah turns on the light, Sebastian sees that the general aesthetic matches the living room, although smaller than he imagined.  He was still taking it all in when Deborah released his hand.

“I’m just going to take a moment to change.  I’ll be right back.”

Sebastian nods, watching Deborah disappear into what he assumed to be a walk-in closet.  The woman closes the door behind her, so Sebastian decides to take in the city views.  He became so lost in the view that he didn’t realize Deborah had returned until the woman placed a hand on his shoulder.

Sebastian turns and is caught off guard.  He’s just barely allowed to take in the sight of Deborah wearing some wonderfully lacy underwear in a dark red color that has been picked out to complement the porcelain tones of her skin.  Then he’s deprived of that view by Deborah’s hands pushing against his shoulders, pressing him into the gauze curtains.  The man feels his back pressing into the glass of the window.  The kiss is deep and full of need.  Their lips meet, and soon their tongues do the same, and Sebastian gives himself over to her desires.  He will remember the moment later, the first time he let Deborah take charge.

After a few moments, he feels Deborah’s arms wrap around him in an embrace.  He let Deborah pull him forward.  The king-sized bed looms behind them.  Just as he becomes aware of its presence, Deborah pushes him, making Sebastian pivot on the spot.  He let out a surprised giggle as the edge of the bed hit the back of his legs, leaving Deborah with barely any need to push to send him tumbling onto it.  A moment later, Deborah straddles him.

“It’s been a while since I had someone up here.” Deborah grins.

“Well, you have me here now.” Sebastian smiled.  “But let me do the honors.”

Deborah nods, reaching up to stroke Sebastian’s neck and face.  “We have all night.”  Deborah paused.  She can see the tension in Sebastian’s eyes, something that hadn’t been there before.  “Hey?” she asks.  “You alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Sebastian said.  “It’s just—”  He glances down.  “Sorry, I didn’t exactly plan to get undressed in front of anyone tonight.”

A moment later, Deborah’s hands find Sebastian’s, pinning them over his head as she leans in, their lips meeting again.  Sebastian feels a shudder run through his body as he closes his eyes.  And then Deborah’s mouth detaches itself, but only so she can slide hower, unbuttoning his shirt as she goes and exposing his surprisingly ripped body.  There are playful nips of teeth between the kisses, enough to draw small gasps from Sebastian’s lips even if they aren’t strong enough to mark his skin.  The intimate contact makes Sebastian grateful he has worn his favorite cologne tonight.  His hands curled into fists as Deborah helped herself to his body.

Sebastian sighs as he feels his torso explored by Deborah’s mouth and lips.  “Please, let me,” he said, his eyes pleading, which Deborah finds odd but charming.

“If you insist,” Deborah said, feeling playful.

He rolls Deborah over swiftly, so she’s now lying on the bed, and he’s on top.

Then, just as Deborah is about to lift her hips to make further removal of her panties easier, Sebastian says, “On your stomach.”

Deborah licks her lips and nods.  His lips gently press on Deborah’s neck, kissing her among her ringlets.  Deborah’s fingers grasp two handfuls of the sheets as she arches her spine delicately.  His fingers drag along Deborah’s slit even as her teeth gently graze over the skin of her backside.

Oh, yes,” is all Deborah said.

She trusted Sebastian utterly, and now it’s rewarded by pressure against her right butt cheek that soon leaves her tight little pucker exposed.  Sebastian’s tongue against it is electricity.  He drags it upward slowly, tensing the nimble muscle as he teases it along the crinkled skin.  The sensation mingled with those teasing fingers between her folds left Deborah gasping softly, her nostrils flaring, the sheets bunching in her grasping fingers.  The brown-haired woman can hear Sebastian sigh behind her, clearly pleased with the reactions he’s drawing out of her.  The sound escapes Deborah’s throat as he teases the sensitive skin of her taint between a gasp and a squeal, full of surprise at Sebastian’s inventiveness.

She gazes over her shoulder to see that Sebastian has a grin on his face.  That grin disappears between her cheeks a moment later, and Deborah is left to gasp and shiver again.  Sebastian’s tongue probes her anus to set off little bursts of pleasure in the pit of her stomach.  She spreads her legs wider, giving Sebastian’s fingers an opening to probe further against her pussy.  Despite the awkward angle, Sebastian knows what he’s doing between the woman’s thighs.  Deborah’s hips give little jerks, usually accompanied by soft gasps, as Sebastian’s lips, tongue, or fingers find a susceptible area to tease.

All Deborah has to do is lie there and make a mess of the bed for her part.  She keeps grabbing fresh handfuls of cotton, drawing more and more of the sheets toward herself as she writhed underneath Sebastian’s manipulations of her curvy body.

Deborah’s breath comes out in hitching gasps and quivering moans.  She can feel a tightness in her abdominal muscles that tells her Sebastian’s work has its intended effect between her legs.  She squeezes her eyes tighter as the waves of pleasure begin to crest, and Sebastian is given a more direct taste of her most intimate fluids.  Her hips jerk erratically in time with the contractions of her pelvic muscles.  Sebastian purrs against the tight ring, enjoying the feeling of Deborah’s body tightening around his probing digits.

Eventually, the haze of orgasm lifts, and what is left is an incredible sensitivity in Deborah’s loins.  He pulls away reluctantly, and she tries to roll over onto her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I need you to fuck me,” Deborah moans.  “I need to feel your big cock inside me.”

 

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