Chapter 1

She smiled with satisfaction as she scanned the briefs before her. She had won the case-that was certain. She got up from her desk, feeling a strong sense of pride in her legal skills.

She stepped over to the intercom and slammed down the talk button.

"Ms. Rogers," she said. "I'm leaving for the day. Please hold all calls."

"Very well, Mrs. Thompson," the voice on the other end replied.

She slammed her office door shut and darted into a waiting elevator.

The car stopped a few stories down. A young man entered, and leaned himself against the rearmost wall.

She saw that he was studying her figure, and felt a tingle of lust. He was very, very attractive, with a square-jawed face and a tall, heavy-set form. From the way he was dressed she guessed that he was a professional of some sort.

She tensed as he cleared his throat, waiting for him to throw out a line.

"Excuse me. You're Terri Thompson, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's me," she smiled. "How did you know my name?"

"I read it off the door of your office," he grinned back. "Mine is just a few doors down the hall. It seems that we're in the same business."

"Oh! Are you a lawyer?"

"Yup. I'm with Tremark, Lewis and Smith. Junior partner."

"What's your name?" she asked quickly.

"Mark. Mark Roberts."

He extended his hand. She gripped his fingers tightly, and smiled at the lusting, confident gleam in his eyes. She curled her ring finger towards her palm, trying to hide her wedding ring.

"You know, it would be a good idea for us to have lunch sometime, " he said.

That wasn't a good idea, it was a great one. Her cunt told her that.

"Yes, we could compare notes, I guess." She strained herself to sound as casual as possible.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow will be fine. One o'clock okay?"

"Fine with me."

The elevator reached the lobby. He stepped out, and flashed her a lusty grin as he walked away.

She was feeling quite homy by the time she got to her husband's office. She was greeted by a roar of anger as she pushed her way through the expensively-paneled door.

"RENT STRIKE! GODDAMN IT TO HELL!" He pounded a beefy fist down hard on his desk as she walked in.

He saw her, and his expression changed to a soft smile.

"Hi, honey," he called out. "Sorry about the hollering. I just got some bad news."

"I heard," she chuckled, pulling a chair up to the side of his desk. "What's the problem? Rebellion in the slums?"

"I wish it was," he grunted. "Legal aid couldn't stand a chance against us-you, that is. This is a luxury building."

"What is the complaint?" she asked.

"Inadequate services," he said. "I don't know what they're talking about."

"Well, I'll take care of it," she said. "Who is going to be their counsel?"

"That's the tough part," he said. "They've gotten themselves a law firm- Tremark, Lewis and Smith."

"That will be tough," she mused. "I'll work on it first thing tomorrow."

He yawned, and stretched out his arms.

"I think I'll call it a day," he said. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up.

They went down to a garage adjacent to the building. As she slid behind the wheel of then-car, she tried to calculate the possibility of the man she'd just met taking the case.

"What are you grinning about like that?" he asked.- "Oh," she said quickly, "the Wentworth case. I've got it sewed up tight. Should pick up a nice piece of change from it."

"Good, we'll need it."

They drove out of the city and down the Sprain Brook Parkway to their home in Westchester. She pulled into the driveway, then inched the car into their garage.

"I think we should celebrate," she said, sliding out from behind the wheel."

"Dinner at the club?" he grinned.

"Of course," she replied, a tone of mock surprise in her voice.

They dashed into the house and quickly dressed for the evening. They ate a slow, leisurely dinner at the local club, then drove back to their home.

"I think we should go to bed early tonight," he said.

She grinned at him lustily. "I think that would be a very good idea," she purred.

They went upstairs to their bedroom. He sat at the edge of their bed and watched as she undressed.

She slowly pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her gown and let the top drop down to her waist. Keeping her back to him, she unclasped her bra and tossed it down on top of her dresser.

She stared at him through the mirror.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Her voice had become warm and motherly.

"Yeah," he gasped hoarsely.

He stood up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. She slid out of her gown, and pulled down her panties. She stepped naked over to the bed.

"Would you like-" she began.

"Oh, yes," he gasped. "Please! Tonight is special."

"Yes, yes- it is," she cooed. "Come on."

He followed her into the bathroom. She wrapped her arms tightly around his naked form, and pressed her lips firmly against his mouth. He parted his teeth, and she slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of her tongue deep into his mouth.

He slid his hand up her naked side and clamped his fingers firmly over a large, round breast. She drew back her tongue, and slid her hand down to his stomach.

"How's the tummy?"

"Sick," he said dolefully. "I, I think I need an enema."

"Of course you do," she purred. "Lie down and get yourself ready. I'll set everything up."

He stretched himself out on the thick rug lying in the center of the tiled bathroom floor.

He tensed in anticipation.

She opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the enema bag and tube. His eyes lit up at the sight of the sleek, shiny rubber enema bag.

She hooked the bag to the top of the glass shower door and smeared vaseline over the plastic tip at the end of the tube.

She crouched down beside him. He turned so that he was lying on his left side. She pressed her fingers firmly against the naked cheeks of his buttocks, and pulled them apart.

"Oh, yes!" he gasped, as she slid the plastic tip into his anus.

She carefully worked the tip into the pink flesh. He writhed with pleasure at the feel of it.

She got up and pointed the shower head to the mouth of the bag. She turned the water on hard. The bag swelled, and he started to groan as it flowed into his asshole.

"How is it, Ben," she smiled.

"Oh, great," he grunted hoarsely.

The warm water seeped slowly into his bowels. His prick shot up, fully erect, and he began to sigh softly.

She reached her hand into his crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the hardened shaft. He came in her fingers, and she drew her hand back.

Water continued to flow into the bag. He groaned, and twisted himself around.

"Would you like to-" she began.

"Yeah," he said. "Take it out for a while."

She withdrew the tube and shoved it into the bathtub. He got up, and she left the bathroom.

She came back in after he had relieved himself. She stepped over to the tub, and turned the faucets on hard.

"Let's take a bath together," she said.

"Yes, let's," he said, sounding like a small boy.

They climbed into the half-full tub. She leaned her shoulder blades against the smooth back wall of the tub and stretched out her legs.

He leaned himself carefully against the faucets and pressed his feet against her bare, submerged hips.

"Look," she purred.

She sank down until only her head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. She cupped her hands under her large, white masses of breast flesh, and let her nipples stick up above the surface of the water.

His prick shot up, and the swollen head broke the surface of the water. She leaned forward, the water splashing against her pretty face.

"Looks delicious," she purred.

He slid towards her, sending the shaft of his cock above the surface of the water. She raised herself up, then bent forward. She thrust a hand into his submerged crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft of his cock.

He lifted his buttocks, tightly gripping the sides of the tub. She, took the head of his cock in between her sensuous lips, and closed her mouth tightly over the taut male flesh.

He groaned softly as she worked the shaft with the wet, meaty flesh of her tongue. With a hoarse grunt, he thrust his hands at her wet torso and sank his fingers into the supple flesh of her breasts.

His prick began to jerk violently in her mouth, and shoot out hot gobs of semen. She pulled her face away, and swallowed down his come.

His softened prick sank slowly beneath the surface of the bathwater. He sat up, and started to pick himself up out of the tub. "How's about we get the suits?" he said. There was a pleading tone to his voice.

"Well, I guess it will be all right," she murmured.

She picked herself up, the water streaming down her naked flesh. Two tiny soap bubbles had appeared on her nipples.

His prick slowly climbed back to a full, erection.

"You ought to hold that for a while," she laughed. "You'll have trouble getting into the suit."

"I, I'll manage," he stammered. He was trembling with lust.

Two rubber suits were lying folded in a far comer of the bathroom. She picked them up, and handed one to him She stepped back and watched as he pulled down the zipper in back of the garment. She dropped the other suit to the floor.

Her lusts boiled up as she watched him pull the sleek, shiny latex rubber over his wet body. There was a small hole cut in the crotch of the garment. He groaned loudly as he shoved his prick through the hole.

"Turn around," she said.

"Oh, do you have to zip it up? It's so tight!"

"Come on now," she said firmly. "You know how it is to. be done."

He turned meekly around, and trembled as she zipped the suit shut.

"It hurts," he whined. His penis protruded from the small hole in the latex crotch of the suit. The rubber pressed painfully against the taut male flesh. He started to whimper softly.

"Couldn't we do without this?" he asked. "It, it hurts."

"It was you who said you wanted the suit," she said firmly. "You'll be wearing it for a while."

"Not all night!" His voice was a frightened whine. His penis was still fully erect.

She stepped up close to him and gently curled her fingers around the hardened shaft of his cock.

"Come on," she said, "we're going into the bedroom."

"With this on?"

"Come on!" her voice was harsh now. He lowered his head and followed her out of the bathroom.

She pushed open the door to their bedroom and stretched herself out on the bed.

He stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at the exposed flesh of her twat. He rubbed the tip of his tongue Over his lips as he stared at the mat of brown hair covering her pussy.

She raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. "Come on. Fuck me, fuck me right now!"

"Couldn't I take-" he began.

"No!" she roared at him. "Stick your prick in me right now!"

He sighed as he slid up opto the bed. He crawled on all fours between her spreadeagled limbs and thrust his cock at her pussy hole. He missed, and sent the swollen head skidding through her brown pussy pelt.

"Oh, shit," she cried. She jerked her head and shoulders up and thrust her hand into his rubber-bound crotch.

She curled her fingers tightly around the shaft of his cock and shoved the head into her pussy hole. "All right," she grunted. "Ram it in."

He thrust forward, shoving his prick deep into her cunthole. She reached up and dug her fingers into his latex covered back. With a grunt, she pulled him down on top of her.

A terrible firestorm of lust erupted in her brain as the sleek, shiny surface of the suit crushed against her naked breasts. She pressed her fingers into his back, then slowly slid her hands down to his rubber-covered ass.

He started to slide his prick slowly in and out of her pussy hole. She groaned, and pulled on his rubber-covered ass.

"Harder," she grunted. "Ram it harder!"

He groaned and rammed the head of his cock firmly against the back wall of her cunt. He slid a hand between their locked-together bodies and clamped his fingers over a large, round breast.

The rubber of the suit pressed against the back of his hand. The soft flesh of her breast pressed into his sweaty palm. His rubberized crotch pressed tightly against her groin.

"Grab my clit," she said. "Grab it!"

He slid his hands down the smooth, white plane of her stomach and ploughed his fingers through her pussy pelt. His fumbling fingers found the top of her cunt, and groped for the hard mound of her clit.

"Yes, that's it!" she gasped. "Hard!"

He pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit and scissored his fingers around her hardened love bud. She began to tremble violently, and dug her fingers into the slippery rubber of the suit.

The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his invading member. He jerked his hand away, and began pumping his prick rapidly in and out of her pussy hole.

She leaned her head back and let out a howl as she climaxed. His prick began to jerk violently inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen.

"Pull out," she grunted. "Pull out now."

He slid the softening shaft of his cock out from between the lips of her cunt and rolled off her quivering form. The suit was starting to bind against him, and he had difficulty in moving his arms.

"Could I take it off now?" he asked.

"No. I want you to wear it for a while. Come back into the bathroom."

She slid off the bed, and stretched out her arms. Her breasts rose with her torso.

He stared at her naked buttocks "as she walked out of the bedroom.

"I have to piss," she said as she entered the bathroom.

"Wait, couldn't you-" he began. "Later," she said, squatting down on the toilet. "If you don't complain about the suit anymore."

"Well, all right." He looked crestfallen as he listened to the tinkling sound of her urine hitting the porcelain surface of the interior of the bowl.

She got up off the toilet and pulled out a piece of toilet paper.

"Here. Wipe me off," she grunted.

He looked at her with sad eyes. She glared at him, and he took the toilet paper from her with trembling fingers.

She gripped the wooden dowling of a towel rack and bent forward, spreading her thighs apart. He shoved his hand between her thighs and carefully wiped away all traces of urine.

He tossed the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed it down. She stepped over to the tub and turned on the faucets.

"What are you doing?" he whined.

"We need another bath," she said. "Come on, get yourself into the tub.

He stepped over the edge of the tub, groaning as the rubber of the suit dug into his crotch. He lowered his latex-clad buttocks into the water, wincing as the suit tightened viciously around him. He twisted his face into a mask of discomfort.

She glared at him as she stepped into the tub.

"You don't look too happy," she said. "I, I don't mind," he said quickly. She stretched out her legs, then draped a bare, wet ankle over the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said.

"I'm not ready yet," he said, staring down at his semi-erect member.

"Stand up," she grunted tiredly. "I don't know if I should give you a golden shower tonight or not."

"But you said tonight was special," he whined, pulling himself to his feet.

"Yes, yes it is," she said hoarsely.

He stepped over to her, the water splashing around his rubber clad legs. He crouched down, spreading his legs apart and lowering his softened shaft to her face.

She gripped his wet rubbery sides tightly and flicked the shaft of his cock into her mouth. She slid closer, pressing her face against the slippery, delicious wetness of the suit. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and began sucking hard on his prick.

The member sprang up erect in her mouth. She pulled her face away, and again draped one leg over the edge of the tub.

"Come on, stick it in," she gasped.

"It's too difficult," he whined.

"Do you want-"

"Yes, yes," he interrupted.

He groaned as he gripped the edges of the tub. He crouched, and slowly advanced the shaft of his cock towards the meat of her twat.

She slid down, shoving the swollen lips of her cunt up above the surface of the, bathwater.

"Come on. You can certainly gain purchase now."

He bent forward, his rubbered feet gripping the enameled bottom of the tub. He lowered his prick to the cunt lips, and managed his swollen head in.

"This hurts," he said.

"Are you complaining?" she asked sharply.

"No, no," he said fearfully.

He slid the shaft of his cock into her cunthole. The rubber dug into his underarms and strained against his thighs. He slowly slid the shaft of his cock in and out.

She fished a hand up out of the water and dug her fingers into the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her brown pussy pelt. She gripped her clit, and leaned her head back.

"Now don't you pull out before I feel you come," she said.

"It will be hard like this," he mumbled.

She answered him with a sigh of passion as her orgasm mounted. His prick began to jerk inside her, then shot out a thin stream of come. He slowly pulled himself off of her, and sank back into the bathwater.

"Can we now?" he asked pleadingly.

"Not just yet. I am enjoying the bath. Aren't you?"

"Yes, yes of course," he said quickly.

His penis dangled limply from the hole in the crotch in the suit. He groaned as the suit continued to tighten around his body.

She stood up, and stepped out of the tub. He rose up quickly, watching as she walked across the bathroom floor.

"Are you ready for it now?" she asked him.

"Yes, yes, please," he grunted. He reached behind his back for the zipper of the suit.

"No," she said. "Keep it on a while longer."

"But it's so uncomfortable," he said.

"Do you want the shower?"

"Yes, yes, right now," he gasped. "Do it here, all right?"

"All right. No sense in messing up the sheets."

He eagerly stretched himself out on the bathroom rug. He spread his arms out wide on either side of his suited form, and pressed the back of his head to the surface of the rug.

He opened his mouth wide as she planted her feet firmly on either side of his head. His eyes were flashing with anticipation.

She slowly lowered the swollen lips of her cunt down on his face.

"Eat me a little, first," she said.

"Can't we now?" he whined.

She answered by jamming her cunt down hard on his mouth. He sucked at the wrinkled folds of flesh, and grasped her bare waist tightly.

"Make me come first," she said hoarsely.

He darted his tongue into her cunthole and pressed the wet, meaty tip against the pulsating walls of her twat. She groaned loudly, and pressed her hands to the tiled bathroom floor.

She shoved her twat forward, jamming the top against his lips. He shot his tongue out and groped for the hard mound of her clit under its protective sheath.

He found it, and rammed the meat of his tongue down hard on the little love bud. She began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his lips and chin. She let out a loud cry of orgasm, then jerked her twat off of his face.

She stood up and watched as he licked her come off his lips with his tongue.

"Are you ready now?" she asked.

"Oh, please do it now," he cried out. There was a shrill, anxious tone to his voice.

She again planted her feet firmly on either side of his head. He stared up with lusting eyes at the meat of her twat.

"I have to pee a lot," she grunted.

"Good, good," he gasped. "Come on, let it flow!"

She spread her thighs apart, holding her cunt hole just inches above his face. Her lips contracted, and a small stream of bright-yellow urine flowed out from her twat.

He groaned with pleasure as the warm, yellow fluid dripped onto his face. She squeezed, and the flow steadily increased. The urine made graceful swirls around his nose. He closed his eyes, sighing at the feel of the urine on his eyelids.

"More," he gasped. A thin stream of urine flowed into his mouth. He gulped lustily as he swallowed it down.

She slowly lowered her pissing pussy onto his face. He grunted at the feel of her ass cheeks, groaned at the circle of warm, yellow wetness that was soiling him.

She squeezed the last few drops of urine out of herself, then picked herself up. She stepped to one side.

He lay, his face completely covered with her urine. His eyes were tightly shut, and he rocked his head from side to side as he licked the urine off of his lips.

She purred, and dropped down to a low crouch. She seized the shaft of his prick, and felt it become hard in her grasp. A few quick strokes had the palm of her hand filled with semen.

He lifted himself up slowly, the urine dripping off his cheeks in tiny, bright-yellow drops.

"That, that was wonderful," he gasped. "Can I take the suit off?"

"Not yet," she said. "You still have something else to do for me."

He raised himself up on his knees. She planted her feet firmly on either side of him, and lowered her crotch to his face.

He leaned his head back and stuck out his tongue. Slowly and carefully, he licked off all traces of urine from the lips of her pussy. She shivered with delight at the feel of his tongue.

He stood up and turned his back to her. She gripped the zipper, then pulled it down the back of the suit.

He gasped as he wriggled out of the slippery, wet garment. He folded it carefully, and placed placed it in a corner of the bathroom.

"Oh, I have to pee again," she said.

He was lying on the floor before she could turn around. She squatted down over him, and let the urine gush out over his torso.