My thanks again to JonB1969 for editing this story. This is a reworking of an earlier version of the story, to improve it and to tie it in to the series, all of which are based on true events.
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I loved cock, and these days, I especially loved my boss's cock. The divorce, and moving back to Miami Beach, freed me to experience much more than I could have imagined a few months earlier, when I lived and worked in Denver.
I hadn't been working for him long, only a few months, but we had crossed several lines and I was either unwilling or unable to stop myself from crossing some more, in the same ways my ex-husband had cheated with slutty women on me.
Without a Florida bar license, I couldn't practice law, so I accepted a clerkship with a small, prestigious firm in Miami, pending my passing the bar. My boss looked, dressed and acted like a typical partner at a typical firm, with one huge exception. .
What made him special was his cock. It wasn't huge, it was massive. Almost ten inches long and as "thick as a brick", as he would describe it. I was intimidated and awed by it the first time I saw it. I had to have it and I would in time. Someday I'll tell that story.
He had hired me in part because of my skills and background, but also because of my smoldering Latin features; curvy, with dark hair and dark eyes and large, full breasts. And I was a divorcee. I learned later that he liked hiring women in their 30's, with a preference for divorcees.
His love of being satisfied by women more than matched my love of cock and he had to have it everywhere, all the time. So did I!
One summer, we had been litigating a case in Ft. Lauderdale and had a court appearance one morning. He told me to come over to his house and we would drive up to the courthouse together in his car. I complied, pulling into his driveway. Actually, I hadn't thought anything of it at the time.
I was let into the house by his wife, an attractive woman, and mother of his children, who was herself on her way to the law offices, who worked at the firm as well, handling the books. Their boys had already left for school.
His wife led me into the study and I sat down on the white leather sofa. "David, your girl is here." She said.
"Was there some derision in her voice?" I wondered.
Grabbing her purse and coffee, her wife left for work. My boss and I were alone in his house.
Waiting for my boss, I got out the file and began reviewing the filings that the court was going to consider. I was wearing heels, a tight, short skirt and black panties, and a silk blouse with white frilly bra. My jacket was on the sofa. I wanted to be prepared for the morning's oral argument. I needed this job and didn't want to let down my boss.
He walked into the study from the hallway that led to his bedroom. He had on a shirt and tie, boxers and socks, but no pants. His cock was hanging out of his boxers. Hanging out isn't accurate. It was like a tree branch at half-mast. My eyes locked onto his cock for a moment before looking up at him.
