I Didn’t Have Enough to Pay the Lawyer, So We Negotiated

It had been a long time since I’d posted anything here, and the truth is this story embarrassed me too much to write it. A few months went by, I thought about it a lot, and in the end I decided I had to get it out. What I’m about to tell still gets my cunt hot every time I remember it, so here goes.

It all started when I broke up with Diego. Things had been bad between us for a while, and one day I simply told him it was over. I thought it would be a clean ending, the kind that hurts for a couple of weeks and then gets forgotten. I was wrong.

About a month after leaving him, I got an email from him. I opened it expecting reproaches, complaints, the usual. Instead I found a threat. He said he had saved several photos and videos of us, from when we were together, and that if I didn’t do exactly what he asked, he was going to publish them.

Below the message he’d attached the evidence. Intimate photos, videos of things we had done when we were a couple and that, at the time, I had loved filming. Seeing them there, used as a weapon, made my stomach turn.

What he wanted from me was humiliating. He wanted to fuck me again, to repeat certain specific filthy things we used to do: to make me suck him deep, to let him cum on my face, to fuck me in the ass. When we were together I enjoyed all of that without a second thought, I used to drool over his cock being inside me. But now, forced, blackmailed, there was no fucking way I was going to open my legs for him again.

That same night I called my two best friends and told them everything. The three of us started looking for ways out. Sara said I should go straight to the police. Marina thought that was like opening a box we didn’t know what would come out of, with statements, complaints, and my private life being dragged around a police station.

In the end we came up with three possible paths. The first, give in and do what Diego asked, which was off the table. The second, the police. And the third, find a lawyer who would send him a serious warning, making it very clear what could happen to him if he even thought about leaking anything.

I chose the lawyer. Deep down I knew Diego, and however low he was being, I didn’t think he’d actually carry out the threat. I just needed someone with authority to put him in his place and scare him enough.

I spent quite a while searching online until I found a law firm fifteen minutes from my house. I made an appointment and, to my surprise, they could see me the next afternoon.

***

I arrived on time, my heart in my throat. A very kind receptionist greeted me, offered me water, and told me where to wait. While I sat there, mentally rehearsing how I was going to explain all of this without dying of embarrassment, I saw him walk past.

He was a man who, at first glance, looked to be around thirty, though something in the way he moved said he was a few years older. Dark-haired, with eyes a blue that contrasted with his tan skin, and the body of someone who trains just enough, not excessively. He wore his shirt sleeves rolled up and a simple watch.

I kept staring at him longer than I should have while he exchanged a couple of words with the receptionist. He crossed the hallway, entered an office, and closed the door. Please let him be the one I get, I thought, and immediately scolded myself for thinking that at that exact moment. Just seeing him walk had already tightened my panties.

A few minutes later I heard my name from that same office. It was him, leaning out through the doorway.

—Carla? —he asked.

—Yes, that’s me —I answered, getting up too quickly.

—Come in, please. Have a seat —he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk—. Tell me what brings you here.

I sat down, swallowed, and began. I explained that my ex was threatening to publish intimate material if I didn’t do what he wanted, and that I didn’t know how to react without making everything worse.

—And what kind of material exactly? —he asked in a professional tone, taking notes—. Through what means did he threaten you? Do you have any proof?

—Yes, I have proof. He sent me an email with everything. And the photos and videos are… well, from when we were a couple. From the intimate side, I don’t know if I’m making myself clear —I said, feeling my cheeks burn.

—You’re making yourself perfectly clear. Do you have that email there? Can I see it?

—Of course —I replied without thinking too much about it.

It was when I pulled out my phone that I realized that, by showing him the email, he would also see the images. But it was too late to back out, and honestly, he seemed like a serious man. A part of me, the part that had been watching him the whole time, didn’t feel too bad about him seeing me with another guy’s cock in my mouth.

I handed him the phone with the email open. There were the threats and, a little further down, the attachments.

—Do you mind forwarding it to my address? —he asked—. That way I’ll keep it as evidence and we avoid it getting lost or accidentally deleted.

I agreed. I typed in his email and sent it. When it arrived, he turned his computer screen slightly so I could see it too.

—Let’s go over it better from here —he said.

He started reading the threat text under his breath, nodding from time to time. Then he opened the attachments. He went through the photos relatively quickly, his face neutral, until he stopped on one where I appeared with a huge smile, my tits out and my face covered in cum, with streaks of milk hanging from my chin.

—Well —he commented with half a smile—, at least it’s clear that at the time you didn’t mind being photographed. You looked pretty comfortable with all that load on you.

I turned tomato-red. I didn’t know what to say. He kept going through the files until he reached the first video. In it you could see me looking at the camera, with a hard cock a finger from my mouth, sticking out my tongue and saying things that now terrified me to think some stranger was hearing: "give it to me all, I want to swallow it whole." A few seconds later the recording showed him pushing it in to the hilt, my cheeks puffing out, and ending with Diego emptying himself between my lips while I swallowed every drop.

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I hadn’t checked the entire email before showing it to him, and there it all was, playing while he watched the screen and, out of the corner of his eye, watched me too. And worst of all: beneath the embarrassment, I could feel my panties getting wet watching myself fuck on a stranger’s screen.

When he finished reviewing everything, he set the mouse down and leaned back in his chair.

—Relax —he said—. This is more common than you think. We’re going to turn it around.

He explained, patiently, all the legal consequences Diego would face if he published anything. Then he drafted a reply email in front of me, firm and technical, making it very clear that any publication would cost him dearly. Watching him take control made me feel a lot calmer.

***

The calm lasted until it was time to talk about his fees. We hadn’t said anything about that, and when he told me the amount, my heart sank. Paying that meant not making it to the end of the month, leaving bills unpaid.

On the verge of tears and embarrassed all over again, I explained that I couldn’t afford that amount. I asked if there was any way to lower it or pay in installments.

He looked at me for a moment, and then a slow smile spread across his face.

—Well —he said slowly—, seeing what I just saw, I can think of a way you won’t have to pay. At least, not with money.

I understood instantly. And the curious thing is that it didn’t outrage me. On the contrary. A shiver ran through me and I felt my nipples harden under my blouse. I smiled faintly, brought my hands to my neckline, and opened it just a little, letting the edge of my bra show.

—So you liked what you saw? —I asked in a low voice.

—A lot —he answered, pushing his chair away from the desk and spreading his legs—. Not every day I get clients who swallow like that.

—Then tell me —I said, standing up and walking around the desk—, what do I have to do to settle the bill?

He didn’t need to answer. Already there was a hard bulge pressing against the fabric of his trousers. He unbuckled his belt without rushing, staring straight at me, then the button and zipper. I already knew my place. I knelt between his chair and the desk, in that narrow space, feeling the wood under my knees, and started pulling down his trousers and boxer briefs.

The truth is that from the moment I’d seen him walk past in the hallway, I’d been dying to be exactly there, on my knees, mouth open. When I freed his cock and saw it spring in front of my face, thick, hard as a rock, with the head red and a clear drop peeking at the tip, my mouth watered. It was bigger than Diego’s, thicker, with those veins standing out all along the shaft. I looked up at him.

—Fuck, what a gift —I murmured before sticking out my tongue and slowly catching the drop at the tip, looking him in the eyes.

I took it all in one go, until I felt it hitting the back of my throat. I let out a muffled moan with his cock inside my mouth and he hissed above me. I started sucking him, looking for the rhythm that would turn him on the most. I pulled the head almost all the way out, pressed my lips around the crown, played with my tongue around the head, and then lowered myself back to the root. Every time I had him all the way down, saliva escaped from the corners of my mouth, dripping in thick strands down to my tits.

With one hand I held him by the base, with the other I stroked his balls, squeezing them gently while I sucked him. I was completely out of control. Every movement of my tongue, every time I felt him throbbing in my mouth, made me hotter and hotter. Without realizing it, I’d already slipped my free hand under my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and was rubbing my clit with two fingers, soaked, letting my cunt clench around nothing.

At some point he put his hands on my head, brushed my hair away from my face so he could see everything clearly, gathered my mane into an improvised ponytail, and began setting the pace himself. He shoved himself down my throat, held his head pressed to his pubic bone for seconds that felt eternal, then let me breathe for just a moment before thrusting again.

—That’s it, very good, that’s how you suck cock —he muttered in a rough voice—. Look at you, such a slut in my office.

He worked me to his liking, deeper and firmer each time. I gagged a few times and felt tears spring to my eyes and my mascara start running, but I held on as best I could, because I wanted it as much as he did. The noise was obscene: his hips slamming against my chin, the wet slap of saliva, my muffled moans every time the tip hit my uvula. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. All I know is that every second pushed me closer to the edge, and that I was rubbing myself with my fingers, hidden under my skirt, feeling my cunt swollen and pounding.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled back a little, his cock shining with saliva, trembling in front of my face.

—If you keep going like this I’m going to cum —he said, voice hoarse.

—Come on —I answered, looking at him, winking and opening my mouth as wide as I could, sticking my tongue out over my lower lip—. You know where I like it. Cum in my mouth, give me all of it.

He pressed the tip against my lips and started jerking himself off, fast, without mercy, his fist tight moving up and down a handspan from my face. My lips stayed glued to the head, tongue peeking out beneath, with no intention of separating. I felt him shudder, groan, and when the first hot spurt hit my palate, thick, blasted forcefully to the back of my mouth, it sent me into an orgasm I hadn’t seen coming, brutal, while I kept rubbing myself underneath. A long moan escaped me with my mouth full, my cunt clenched hard around my own fingers, and my legs trembled on the parquet floor.

A second spurt hit my tongue, then another, and another softer one. I let him finish completely, without moving my lips, feeling my mouth fill with hot, salty semen. When he pulled away, still dripping, I opened my lips to show him everything, my tongue resting at the bottom covered in thick white cum. A fat drop slipped to the floor. I closed my mouth slowly, swished it around so he could see me moving it from side to side, and then swallowed in one long gulp, my throat rising and falling.

—You got what you wanted —he said, amused, looking down at me with his cock still hard and resting against my cheek.

—Fuck, what a load —I answered, still catching my breath, letting him smear it over my lips and chin—. You were holding a lot in there.

—Did you like it? —he asked.

—A lot —I said, running my tongue along the whole length of it, leaving it spotless, sucking up the last drop left at the tip.

—You dropped a drop on the floor —he commented, pointing at the parquet—. In the video you said you never wasted anything.

I looked at him from below without answering, and lowered myself onto all fours until I pressed my tongue to the wood. I licked the white drop off the floor slowly, ass raised, knowing he was watching me. When I looked back up, swallowing again, he was watching me with a mix of surprise and desire, his cock still half-hard between his legs.

—Like I said —I murmured, licking my lips—, I don’t waste a single drop.

—That’s how I like them —he said, letting his cock hang out, still not rearranging his clothes.

I stood up slowly, still processing what had just happened, my knees red from being on the floor so long. As soon as I was on my feet, he took me by the waist, turned me around, and pressed my back against the office wall.

—Before you go —he whispered, bringing his mouth to my ear—, show me up close those tits I saw on the screen.

He lowered my top carefully and then the bra straps, until my tits were out. He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly, biting just enough with his teeth to pull a moan from me, while with his other hand he squeezed and pinched the other one. He traced my skin with his hands, with his mouth, moving up my neck, unhurriedly, and I tried to control my breathing with not much success, my head resting against the wall and my eyes half-closed.

—If you keep going I won’t be able to leave —I told him, half seriously.

—Let’s see how much you’ve liked this —he replied.

He slid his hand under my skirt, yanked my panties aside, and confirmed the obvious. His fingers slipped through completely soaked lips, sank a couple of centimeters inside, and came back out glistening. He brought his fingers to his nose, then to his mouth, and smiled at me with his fingers between his lips.

—You’re soaked. Dripping. You even came —he said—. I’m sure it was while you were sucking me, you dirty little slut.

—You’re wrong —I replied, still breathing hard—. It was just when you finished in my mouth.

—Then I’m keeping this as a souvenir —he joked, yanking my panties off cleanly and putting them in the pocket of his shirt—. You can go now. Your debt is settled.

—Perfect —I said, readjusting my bra and top with a calm I didn’t feel, noticing the air brushing my naked cunt under the skirt—. Though I warn you, I plan to come back, as long as you let me pay this way.

—Of course —he answered, zipping himself up and walking me to the door—. As many times as you want. Next time I’ll put it all the way in.

***

I walked out of that law office with my legs still shaking, no panties on, feeling my own slick run down the insides of my thighs, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. I haven’t gone back yet, no legal excuse has come up to do it, but I’ve been looking for one for months, and every night I touch myself thinking about kneeling in that office again.

I haven’t heard from Diego since. After he received the email that man drafted for me, he vanished. No more threats, no more messages. It turns out a good lawyer fixes everything.

I don’t know if this ended up being too long. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed living it. And believe me, I’m dying for the day I have to go through his office again, in a short skirt, without underwear, and with my mouth ready.