Slow Seduction
by Alyssa S.
For five years I worked for a law firm as a legal aide. I accompanied attorneys who represented a lot of men in prison, on parole, or who were on probation. In the five years I developed many fantasies involving those men. Even though there were many fantasies and many men, one fantasy would be played out over and over in my self-pleasure sessions more than others. And it tended to involve one man in particular. This is my story.
We're on our way to a half-way house to do some work for a recent parolee. His name is James and he served 20 years for aggravated sexual assault on two of his neighbors. At the time he was 35, married and had a ******. His wife left him soon after his incarceration. In later years he did re-establish his relationship with his two children. In an act of good will towards them he wants to give them some property his mother and father left him when they passed away. Mark, the attorney I am accompanying, is going to help him with that.
We park the car and begin to walk into the building. I can feel nervousness or 'butterflies' in my tummy. My legs feel a little numb with each step as well. I know I get this way because these men for the most part are still 'hard' since they have just been released. We walk in and set up in a meeting room. Mark sits at the table and I sit on a chair behind him with all the briefs that he needs. James walks in and he and Mark shake hands and exchange greetings. James and I make eye contact, I smile at him but don't get back much of a response but a small bow of his head. He's clean shaven and completely bald and is in remarkably good shape for being in his mid fifties. Mark begins to take a few notes as he discusses exactly what James wants to do with his property. He is very well spoken and very polite. Which eases me somewhat. But every time Mark looks down to write something, James's eyes seem to make their way to me. Each time he seems to stare at a different part of me. Soon he is staring exclusively at my legs. They are not long stares, just quick looks, when he gets the chance. Mark finishes up the meeting and tells James we will be back tomorrow.
I go home and draw a nice warm bath. As I lay there I realize that I'm probably one of the first women James has seen in a long time. I find myself getting aroused thinking about our meeting tomorrow. I close my eyes and begin to picture his face, I see his eyes looking at me, up and down, and all over me. My fingers make their way to my pussy and I begin to work them on my clit as I picture him in my mind. I feel an intense wave of ecstasy building inside me, my body begins to tremble uncontrollably.
Today I think I will wear something a little more provocative. A skirt a little shorter than the one yesterday. I cant wait to see the look I get this time. As Mark and I get off the car this time I'm not nervous at all, there's actually a spring in my step. We walk in and sit down and wait for James. I situate myself in a way that I can be sure he sees me. He walks in and this time when I smile, he smiles back. Now as he glances over he has a grin as his eyes dart up and down my legs. I feel very at ease now in his presence and I feel my confidence begin to grow. A naughty thought creeps into my head, I want to give him a peek. I uncross my legs and reach to the floor for my briefcase and I sit it on my lap. Before he glances over again, I open my legs just enough to give him a clear view of my crotch. He stares intensely in between my legs for a few seconds, then I cross them again.
Mark stands up and walks over next to James and opens a folder in front of him and asks him to sign it. He then calls me over, I walk over to the other side of James, and open a second folder for him to sign. As he is signing, Mark's cell phone rings and he leaves the room to answer it. For a split second that uneasiness settles in my tummy again. As I feel it growing, I feel James's hand work up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my crotch. I instinctively grab his hand and asked him to stop. But I cant even move his hand an inch. Now his fingers are in between the crotch of my panties and my pussy, he tries to slip a finger inside me. I hear Mark in the hallway finishing his conversation and I ask James to stop again. He stares at me hard, and in one motion grabs a handful of my panties and rips them completely off me. As the door opens and Mark walks back in, James calmly slips them in his pocket. We say our goodbyes and leave. As Mark drives back to the office, I find myself feeling totally numb as I sit there, in total disbelief of what just happened.
All my fantasizing and masturbating sessions in the last week have been intense. I find myself thinking about him all the time. Even though I should feel violated, I don't. I can close my eyes and feel his hand going up the inside of my thigh, It gets completely aroused. I want to stop thinking about him, I really do. A week later I'm leaving the office and walking to my car. As I get closer I see something on the door handle, its my panties. I untie them and notice that there is something written on them. It says " Meet me at the motel on the corner of. . " and it gives the address. I get that nervous feeling again. I find myself driving, but not going home, I want something inside to steer me that way but nothing does. I'm in the parking lot in front of the room that he is in, I cant get myself to get out of the car. All of a sudden the motel room door opens and he's standing in the doorway looking intently at me, and he motions at me to come in.
I get out of the car and begin to walk, my legs feel like rubber, I walk in and I feel him close the door behind me. Before I can turn around he pins me up against the wall and starts to run his hands up my skirt. He pulls my panties down to the floor and pulls my skirt up over my waist. He kneels behind me and buries his face between my butt cheeks and begins licking my pussy and ass. His mouth and tongue feel so hot as he intensely licks and sucks me. My legs are so weak that I have to lean on the dresser to keep myself from falling. Then with one motion he picks me up from under my waist and throws me on the bed. He pulls my skirt off, then rips my blouse open, he starts sucking on my nipples and works his way down to my pussy again. He begins to finger my pussy and ass while flicking his tongue on my clit. My orgasms start coming in waves, one after another. As I lay there covered in sweat trembling, he stands up and begins to undress. As he slides his underwear down his big black cock springs to attention. He crawls onto the bed and mounts me. As he penetrates me, I begin to tremble with pleasure again. With long and deliberate strokes he begins to expertly fuck my pussy. Stroke after stroke, position after position, he just kept going and going. His pace picks up and I feel him filling me up. His cum is so amazingly hot inside of me. He pulls out and I go down on him and suck his cock and get every last drop out of him.
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by Alyssa S.
For five years I worked for a law firm as a legal aide. I accompanied attorneys who represented a lot of men in prison, on parole, or who were on probation. In the five years I developed many fantasies involving those men. Even though there were many fantasies and many men, one fantasy would be played out over and over in my self-pleasure sessions more than others. And it tended to involve one man in particular. This is my story.
We're on our way to a half-way house to do some work for a recent parolee. His name is James and he served 20 years for aggravated sexual assault on two of his neighbors. At the time he was 35, married and had a ******. His wife left him soon after his incarceration. In later years he did re-establish his relationship with his two children. In an act of good will towards them he wants to give them some property his mother and father left him when they passed away. Mark, the attorney I am accompanying, is going to help him with that.
We park the car and begin to walk into the building. I can feel nervousness or 'butterflies' in my tummy. My legs feel a little numb with each step as well. I know I get this way because these men for the most part are still 'hard' since they have just been released. We walk in and set up in a meeting room. Mark sits at the table and I sit on a chair behind him with all the briefs that he needs. James walks in and he and Mark shake hands and exchange greetings. James and I make eye contact, I smile at him but don't get back much of a response but a small bow of his head. He's clean shaven and completely bald and is in remarkably good shape for being in his mid fifties. Mark begins to take a few notes as he discusses exactly what James wants to do with his property. He is very well spoken and very polite. Which eases me somewhat. But every time Mark looks down to write something, James's eyes seem to make their way to me. Each time he seems to stare at a different part of me. Soon he is staring exclusively at my legs. They are not long stares, just quick looks, when he gets the chance. Mark finishes up the meeting and tells James we will be back tomorrow.
I go home and draw a nice warm bath. As I lay there I realize that I'm probably one of the first women James has seen in a long time. I find myself getting aroused thinking about our meeting tomorrow. I close my eyes and begin to picture his face, I see his eyes looking at me, up and down, and all over me. My fingers make their way to my pussy and I begin to work them on my clit as I picture him in my mind. I feel an intense wave of ecstasy building inside me, my body begins to tremble uncontrollably.
Today I think I will wear something a little more provocative. A skirt a little shorter than the one yesterday. I cant wait to see the look I get this time. As Mark and I get off the car this time I'm not nervous at all, there's actually a spring in my step. We walk in and sit down and wait for James. I situate myself in a way that I can be sure he sees me. He walks in and this time when I smile, he smiles back. Now as he glances over he has a grin as his eyes dart up and down my legs. I feel very at ease now in his presence and I feel my confidence begin to grow. A naughty thought creeps into my head, I want to give him a peek. I uncross my legs and reach to the floor for my briefcase and I sit it on my lap. Before he glances over again, I open my legs just enough to give him a clear view of my crotch. He stares intensely in between my legs for a few seconds, then I cross them again.
Mark stands up and walks over next to James and opens a folder in front of him and asks him to sign it. He then calls me over, I walk over to the other side of James, and open a second folder for him to sign. As he is signing, Mark's cell phone rings and he leaves the room to answer it. For a split second that uneasiness settles in my tummy again. As I feel it growing, I feel James's hand work up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my crotch. I instinctively grab his hand and asked him to stop. But I cant even move his hand an inch. Now his fingers are in between the crotch of my panties and my pussy, he tries to slip a finger inside me. I hear Mark in the hallway finishing his conversation and I ask James to stop again. He stares at me hard, and in one motion grabs a handful of my panties and rips them completely off me. As the door opens and Mark walks back in, James calmly slips them in his pocket. We say our goodbyes and leave. As Mark drives back to the office, I find myself feeling totally numb as I sit there, in total disbelief of what just happened.
All my fantasizing and masturbating sessions in the last week have been intense. I find myself thinking about him all the time. Even though I should feel violated, I don't. I can close my eyes and feel his hand going up the inside of my thigh, It gets completely aroused. I want to stop thinking about him, I really do. A week later I'm leaving the office and walking to my car. As I get closer I see something on the door handle, its my panties. I untie them and notice that there is something written on them. It says " Meet me at the motel on the corner of. . " and it gives the address. I get that nervous feeling again. I find myself driving, but not going home, I want something inside to steer me that way but nothing does. I'm in the parking lot in front of the room that he is in, I cant get myself to get out of the car. All of a sudden the motel room door opens and he's standing in the doorway looking intently at me, and he motions at me to come in.
I get out of the car and begin to walk, my legs feel like rubber, I walk in and I feel him close the door behind me. Before I can turn around he pins me up against the wall and starts to run his hands up my skirt. He pulls my panties down to the floor and pulls my skirt up over my waist. He kneels behind me and buries his face between my butt cheeks and begins licking my pussy and ass. His mouth and tongue feel so hot as he intensely licks and sucks me. My legs are so weak that I have to lean on the dresser to keep myself from falling. Then with one motion he picks me up from under my waist and throws me on the bed. He pulls my skirt off, then rips my blouse open, he starts sucking on my nipples and works his way down to my pussy again. He begins to finger my pussy and ass while flicking his tongue on my clit. My orgasms start coming in waves, one after another. As I lay there covered in sweat trembling, he stands up and begins to undress. As he slides his underwear down his big black cock springs to attention. He crawls onto the bed and mounts me. As he penetrates me, I begin to tremble with pleasure again. With long and deliberate strokes he begins to expertly fuck my pussy. Stroke after stroke, position after position, he just kept going and going. His pace picks up and I feel him filling me up. His cum is so amazingly hot inside of me. He pulls out and I go down on him and suck his cock and get every last drop out of him.
alyssa_26tx@yahoo.com
