Uncivil Proceedings (Closed for Intensityrising)

[Gr8chtr]

One thought went through Michael Kurosky's mind as he sat at the defense table with the other members of his legal team and their client: He hated everything about this case. As an early-career associate at Endicott, Watson & Johnson, one of Manhattan's premier law firms, he didn't get to pick his cases; they were assigned to him. Michael liked corporate law. That's why he had chosen EW&J over other firms, but he liked quiet technical work like drawing up contracts, analyzing the tax code, explaining federal regulations to his clients. What he didn't like was a fight, and this case was a big one.

The company that Michael's firm represented was in a death match with a rival company over intellectual property rights regarding an obscure, but essential, mechanical device used universally in hydraulic fracturing, or "fracking" as it was widely known, the controversial process by which chemicals were pumped under high pressure into shale rock in order to obtain natural gas. The fracking boom had turned North Dakota into one of the richest states in the country, poured huge profits into Texas-based companies, and turned most of Appalachia into a giant gas well. The patent case that Michael was fighting was worth millions - maybe hundreds of millions - to the competing companies. But the hostility between the two litigants was not only fueled by competition for huge profits, there was personal animosity between the CEOs that went back decades. These guys hated each other. The vicious animosity spread like a disease to everyone involved in this case. Michael had lead his group through four months of negotiations with lawyers from the other side to try to get an out-of-court settlement, but to no avail. Now it had come to this, a full-blown civil suit that was anything but "civil" in tone.

Although the CEOs would probably liked to have a knife fight on the streets of the Big Apple, they did what all corporations do. They hired lawyers to be their gladiators. Michael's chief adversary was Kate Cogliano, the lead attorney for the other side. Throughout the long, failed negotiations Kate had been aggressive in her tactics, besting Michael on several occasions. Once in court she had become downright vicious in her cross-examinations and in sidebar conferences with the judge and Michael. She raised objections at every possible opportunity, or so it seemed to Michael. He had come to dislike her with great intensity, and enjoyed every time when he had scored a point on her. In fact, often in Michael's mind the contest in the courtroom was less about the two corporations' positions than it was about a personal and heated battle between him and Kate.

Presently, Kate was examining one of her own witnesses. The witness' testimony was highly technical and relevant only insofar as providing a broad background for the plaintiff's legal strategy. Michael already knew what the witness was going to say; they had taken his disposition in detail months ago. Consequently, Michael was not paying much attention to the witness, allowing him to focus on Kate.

Kate Cogliano appeared to be close to Michael's age of 31, and also of similar height (5'10") and body type (lean, well-toned). She was wearing the nearly universal female lawyer uniform, a black business suit with a skirt that ended just above her knees while standing, and a black jacket over a white, silk blouse, all clothes from Saks or some other expensive store. Notwithstanding his anger toward Kate, he couldn't help but notice that she filled this suit out rather well. Through her business attire there were hints of a nice, firm ass, and deliciously sculpted breasts. Her shoulder-length dark hair framed quite an attractive face. Still, when Michael looked at her he felt no attraction, only anger.

In planning his tactics for today's trial - Day 8 and counting - Michael had briefly considered roughing up Kate's current witness just as a way to jab at her, but he decided against doing so. Roughing up a seemingly decent man testifying about highly technical manners could backfire with the jury by making Michael look mean. So just a few mild challenges to the witness' testimony would suffice.

As Kate finished her examination of her witness, Michael rose to approach the witness box as Kate was returning to the plaintiff's table. They both reached the narrow opening in the railing that separated the lawyers' tables from the judge's bench and the witness box at about the same time. A small hesitation in Kate's step or a slight rotation of her body counterclockwise would have allowed them to pass each other effortlessly. Instead, Kate slightly hastened her step causing her to give Michael a small, but sharp hip check as they passed. She didn't apologize. At that instant Michael's tactic changed. He was about to slash her witness to pieces, all the time looking over his shoulder throwing imaginary darts in Kate's direction.

 

[Intensityrising]

Law was Kate's passion, she loved the competitiveness of it. Two sides of an argument, battling it out to get a separate party to side in their favor. It was a wonderful dance of words. Ever since she had hurt her knee in freshman year at Michigan State she used law to fill the need for competition that had been voided by her injury. As it turned out, the injury was a good thing because she was really really good at this.

The only downside to her fierce nature in the courtroom was how little she actually gave a shit. It was wrong but it was true. One thing mattered to her was winning. Which made her a great defense attorney, as the crime of her client mattered not to her, only winning his or her case. However even this began to bore her. Criminal cases were so open and shut and no matter how good of a lawyer she was there were some people she simply couldn't keep out of jail. Which was probably for the best.

That in turn led her to corporate law. The grand daddy of law, where cases could mean the entire future for a company or the trade off on millions worth of assets. That was big game time, and now she was doing exactly what she worked so hard for. Here in this courtroom she was battling for the future of property rights for a piece of industrial equipment. A case that could mean a hundred million dollars.

She had just tore up the courtroom with her key witness and spun on her heals to head back to her desk. As she walked back, her opponent Micheal something stepped forward. A little smirk crossed her lips as she "accidentally" bumped passed him.

Micheal was a good enough lawyer, but he looked like a seal swimming with sharks up there. She smirked to herself, eager to eat him for dinner, figuratively of course. "Come on Kurosky, wow me." She muttered to herself.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael tore into Kate's witness like a shark that has smelled blood. He was brutal with his challenges to the witness' facts, and downright hostile in tone. Three times during his cross examination, Kate had jumped to her feet with "Your Honor, objection!; Counsel is badgering the witness." Each time, Michael had countered with "Your honor...", but his response was not very subtly directed at Kate herself. Twice the judge over-ruled Kate, but warned Michael to be careful. Micheal pushed straight ahead. Only after the judge sustained Kate's third objection, did Michael back off.

In Michael's understanding of this case, destroying the credibility of this witness was not that crucial. The real victory was that he had at least tied Kate in this war, maybe even beaten her on this round. He felt the victory more personally, than professionally. Michael had time to return to his seat as the baliff was calling Kate's next witness, the last witness scheduled for today's court session. Since Kate was waiting for the witness to be sworn in, she and Michael did not have another opportunity to "accidentally" bump into one another. Instead, Michael made sure that he caught Kate's gaze as he walked, flashing her a sneering grin.

Kate's next witness was the last witness scheduled for today's court session, and a really minor witness by everyone's reckoning. In preparing his strategy, Michael had assigned one of his more junior associate lawyers to do this cross-examination. As Kate began her direct examination of her witness, Michael reminded the younger lawyer to listen carefully for anything unexpected, leaving his mind free to drift.

Michael's mind and attention drifted to watching Kate as she threw softball questions to the witness. He wondered, "Does this Italian spit-fire have a boyfriend? Or, maybe a girlfriend? Who is she fucking?" Michael couldn't imagine that anyone with Kate's competitiveness, energy, and aggression could possibly be celibate. This turned his mind in another direction, "What would it be like to fuck her?", he mused. He wasn't thinking of a forced sex or rape scene - no, not even remotely his style or interest, but of hot, driving sex between two angry lovers. Micheal once had, he now recalled, a wild relationship with a former girlfriend in which they would get furiously angry with each other, then hit the sack for passionate sex even while still really pissed off. Not surprising, the relationship didn't last long, but the sex was great.

By the time Michael's fantasy was finished, Kate and finished her questioning of her witness, the attorney from his team had finished her cross-examination, and the the day's court session was over. Even though today was only Thursday, because of administrative constraints the court would be in recess until Tuesday morning. Michael would have four days to get some much-needed R & R, do more prep work for the case, and presumably see nothing more of his nemesis, Kate Cogliano.

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate had one other area in which she prided herself, almost above her ability to bullshit a courtroom full of witnesses, and that was her ability to let her hair down and relax like nobody's business. Tonight she fond herself at Buffalo Wild Wings for the start of pre-season NFL football. She loved football, especially when paired with hot wings and beer. Football was truly a woman's game. Big strong man, smashing the piss out of each other trying to prove who had the better team. She loved how wet it made her.

As she watched the St. Louis Rams go at it with the Dallas Cowboys, a plate of wings and onion rings sat on a plate waiting to be devoured. A feast like this would normally make a girl 500lbs. But this was an endulgence that Kate would only allow herself once a week, during football season. The rest of the year was a strict diet and exercise, in between her job.

When she was enjoying football and wings there was literally nothing that could ruin her night. Not fat ugly guys hitting on her, not random hot guys hitting on her. She smiled and looked around, but suddenly her smile disappeared as she saw someone walking into the building. Fuck, apparently there was one thing that would actually ruin her day.

Micheal Fucking Kurosky, the bane of her exsistance. This latest legal spat wasn't the first time that they've been on opposite sides of the legal wall. There was a history of rivalry between them that had festered. And now that fucker was ruining her moment of relaxation.

She pushed away from her table and darted over to the fucker. "Hey! Hey!" She called forcefully. "What are you doing in my happy place Kurosky?" She demanded, "You need to make yourself gone like right now....." She paused and stared into his face, "at least on football Sunday's."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Leaving the court room Thursday afternoon after his battle with Kate, Michael had his 4-day break planned. He would lay back a little tonight; have R & R all day Friday and Saturday; work at home on the fucking case Sunday afternoon and evening, then go into the office and work all day Monday to prepare for the Tuesday court date.

He usually took the bus from the courthouse to his apartment, but decided to walk. He had only lived in his new neighborhood for two months and didn't really know the place. He'd been too busy with the big case. Strolling down the street he found the Buffalo Wild Wings sports bar for the first time. He popped in for a beer. Seemed like friendly enough atmosphere. Talking to the bartender, Sam, Michael learned the place really hopped on football Sundays. "Great crowd, lots of fun, and lots of hot women," Sam had said with a wink. That sealed it. Michael's plan changed. He would work in the office tomorrow all day and into the evening. Probably go in on Saturday morning as well. Then, take off Sunday and Monday for some partying fun.

Michael walked into Buffalo Wild Wings Sunday afternoon, just as the wide-screen monitors were filling up with talking heads on ESPN, building up for the big Rams vs. Cowboys game. There were a few spaces at the bar. He headed toward one. As he did, he noticed a table with a single woman sitting there, animated, but glued to ESPN. From behind, she looked a little familiar, likely no one he knew, though.

He was nearly seated when from behind him he heard a loud, “Hey! Hey!" What are you doing in my happy place Kurosky? You need to make yourself gone like right now.....at least on football Sunday's." Holy shit! There was Kate Cogliano, dressed in tight jeans and a sweatshirt, yelling at him and staring at his face. Completely accidentally, he had blundered into his adversary’s lair.

When Kate yelled at him, Michael nearly instantly knew two things. One, he was NOT leaving the bar euntil either she did or the bar closed; he would not give her that satisfaction. Second, he needed to do something that would piss her off even more – and he knew just what to do.

Without saying a word Michael turned, walked around Kate, strode purposefully to the table where she was sitting, plopped himself into the other chair, and casually helped himself to a chicken wing. As Kate rushed over, face red with anger and mouth open ready to yell some more, Michael calmly pointed the half-eaten chicken wing at her and said, “The next time we come here together, let’s remember to order the Texas barbecue sauce rather than the traditional Buffalo sauce. I really prefer the Southwestern style.”

In the instant that Michael had planned his tactic, he considered the very real possibility that Kate would physically assault him. He wasn’t worried. With is 5’, 10” to her 5’, 8”, and his likely weight and strength advantage, she probably couldn’t do too much damage. And, if he complained loudly enough, it might even get her thrown out of her favorite bar. Better yet, he’d have a 50/50 chance of telling his story to the judge and getting her dismissed from the case. Bring it on, Kate! But one thing Michael was sure of. She wouldn’t complain to the management and try to get him evicted for sitting at her sacred table. To do so would be to admit that she, Kate the Great Gladiator, couldn’t handle Michael 1 on 1 herself. She’d never do that.

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate was speechless with rage, her face beat red and her ears felt like they were steaming. How dare this motherfucker. She wanted to smash him over the head with her beer bottle, or kick the chair out from under him and beat his brains in. Was that son of a bitch eating her chicken? Whatthe fucking fuck hole shit ass fuck?

She stormed over to him her mouth open to scream her lungs out when she ended up choking back her words as he thrust a bone toward her tell her to order different sauce. What the fucking what? The balls on this fucker. She could not get over the balls on this fucker.

Kate took a deep breath ready to scream him down a rabbit hole so deep he'd be shitting out pieces of fur. Then she caught the look in his eye and silenced herself. The knowing glare in his eyes gave it all away. She couldn't touch him, couldn't yell at him, or even cause a scene. He could turn around and throw anything she did into her face in front of the judge and ruin her case. There would be no coming back from that.

What a set of balls on this fucker. Her pussy could damn near feel the fucking he was giving her right now.

As much as it killed her to cave, he won this round.

She sighed and sat in her seat, "Just don't block the TV." She said, pulling her plate to her side of the table. She flagged down the waiter and ordered three pitchers of beer and four dozen chickenwings blatantly ignoring his sauce preference. She smiled and told the waiter, "Oh and get my....boyfriend's credit card. He is paying for dinner tonight." She glared over and smirked.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael returned Kate's nasty smirk, but he really didn't mind. He had won round 1 hands down, he knew it, and, more importantly, he knew that Kate knew it. OK, she stuck him with the check for over $100 - this was Manhattan after all, even beer and wings weren't cheap - but her little triumph was minor by comparison.

They made a funny-looking couple, sitting at the table. Like the rest of the crowd, Kate cheered loudly for her team and booed the opponent, but Kate and Michael observed a stony silence toward one another. Their only interactions were the occasional times when they "accidentally" knocked each other in the hand reaching for the same chicken wing. They did drink beer steadily, though, and it was beginning to show in Michael's lowered inhibitions, particularly in his thinking.

Michael was not a sports fan, and followed the game on the huge HD screen only superficially. This gave him lots of time to watch and think about Kate Cogliano. When he had seen her in the courtroom or in their respective law offices, dressed in female lawyer attire, Michael had noticed that Kate had a rather nice body. Now, seeing her dressed in tight jeans and a cotton T-shirt festooned with her team's logo, he realized that he had underestimated her looks. Shit, she actually had a hot body - firm, but full ass, and beautifully shaped tits, exactly the size and shape the Michael found attractive. But...he was getting distracted from his goal, which was to plan the next move in this war, capitalizing on his earlier victory.

"Concentrate", Michael advised himself, "she's your adversary and rival. Fuck her!" Then it struck him. Maybe that was it - actually fuck her. He could dominate her in the missionary man-on-top position, or in the doggy position, just to name two. Or, he could make her cum while he maintained control. God, a whole range of possibilities. Michael already had a partial erection resulting from his slam-dunk victory over Kate - a phenomenon that often occurred for him when he was winning a contest - now his cock nearly jumped out of his pants at the thought of winning an erotic tussle with his nemesis.

How to do it? He had had such success with his very straightforward, ballsy approach to the chicken wings, Michael decided to continue that strategy. It was only seconds away from half time. Michael grabbed a napkin and wrote his address on it. When the ref's whistle blew ending the first half, he caught Kate's attention. "Given that you have announced to the waiter that I am your boyfriend, and that I have bought our dinner, I expect that we will end our date at my place." Pushing the napkin toward Kate, he continued, "There's my address, apartment number, and the entry code for the lobby door. I know you'll want to finish watching the game. I'll be waiting." The look of utter disbelief and rising anger on Kate's face was nearly prize enough, but Michael pushed his advantage, "If you don't have the cojones to drop by, I'll forgive you. But, on Tuesday morning when I see you in court, I'll understand that I'll be facing a weak opponent." With that, Michael calmly rose and walked slowly out the door, patting Kate on the shoulder as he left.

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate looked down at the napkin and scoffed at him. Did he really expect her to come bouncing over to his place? What fucking balls on him? How dare he imply her being a weak opponent if she didn't come back to his place. Besides what did he really expect her to do, run over to his apartment and fuck him? Surely he couldn't possibly expect that? They were rivals but it wasn't like that, and besides if anyone in the courtroom learned of them hooking up.....wait...wait...why was she even thinking about it?

Easy answer.

He knew she wouldn't let herself loose a challenge to him.

But to go fuck him? That had to be over the line. right?

She glanced up at the screen, her fucking team was losing badly anyway.

Maybe it was the beer but twenty minutes later she was banging on his apartment door. A smirk crossed her lips, especially if he expected her to lay there and just take it like a bitch. It would be Micheal who would be the bitch by the end of the night.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael thought that there was less than a 50/50 chance that Kate would take up his challenge. He had told her a boldface lie when he said that if she didn't show up, he would see her as a weaker opponent in the courtroom. In fact, if anything, the reverse was true. Two opposing lawyers on a very contentious case hooking up during the trial would be a monumentally stupid action. If word ever got out, the judge would dismiss them both from the case and they would likely both get fired. Shit, they could even be disbarred! If Kate had the self-control to ignore his insulting offer, he would have more than met his match. If she saved the napkin with his hand-written note, she might even be able to get him kicked off the case, with her coming out smelling like a rose. But, Michael had counted on two things: (1) Kate's seething anger and hostility toward him, and (2) the three pitchers of beer that the two of them hand managed to consume in the first half alone.

Kate didn't knock on Michael's door, she banged on it so hard that he thought that she might be using some object rather than her bare hand. Michael opened the door with a flourish and a completely insincere "Welcome to my abode." Kate dashed in, taking up a position in the diagonal corner of the living room/dining area of Michael's small Manhattan apartment, turning to face him. Her face showed only intense determination and hostility.

Closing and locking the apartment door behind him, Michael decided just to charge her. Kate correctly perceived his intent, and charged back herself. They collided forcefully in the middle of the room. Michael slammed his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as though it were a spear in an ancient battle. Capitalizing on his slightly greater height and breadth, he wrapped his strong, left arm around Kate's lower back, assuring that their hips were pressed tightly together. He had intended to also grab her ass, but his hand was up just a little too far. With his dominant right hand, Michael grabbed Kate's left tit through her cotton T-shirt and squeezed as hard as he could given that he was not touching her bare skin. The feel of Kate's rock-hard nipple beneath his hand only inflamed his lust.

Even now with the woman that he loathed, adrenalin and testosterone surging, and beer-inspired disinhibition, Michael had no interest in inflicting pain, per se. He just wanted to win this contest with Kate, whatever it took.

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate grunted with rage, anger, and hate toward Micheal all pouring out of her in that kiss that had left her wrapped up in his arms. His crotch ground itself against hers, his hand tore at her tit like he would tear it right off her chest. The pain only served to make her wet and needy, the frustration and hate sh felt toward this piece of shit was barreling out of her in a much different way than she ever imagined.

Yet what pissed her off still, was that he thought he was in control. He thought she would moan and lay there taking whatever he felt like dishing out to her.

He was wrong.

She abruptly spun, putting both hands on his chest and shoving him as hard as she could back, tripping him over his coffee table until he tumbled over it and landed on the couch. She leapt over the table and landed with one foot on the ground and one foot pushing on Micheal's chest, forcing him back deep into the cushions of the couch.

"Listen here fuck stick." She spat. "You don't get to do anything to me. I get to do to you. You will not grab me unless I let you. You will not move unless I tell you. And most importantly of all, you will not cum until I have had enough and let you." She leaned more weight on her foot, digging her shoe into his chest. He as solid and strong, he could take it.

"You understand me Micheal? Or do you have another objection?"

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael had not expected to be on his back quite in this way, but he vowed to recover. "Although I am touched that you have finally addressed me by my given name, I object to every, single one of your fucking demands", Michael exclaimed, hissing with anger, but also with another, yet un-named emotion. "But most of all", he continued, "I object to the fact that you are still wearing all of your clothes."

With that statement, Michael lunged forward, grabbing Kate's footed-shoe and leg, and pulling hard enough that Kate toppled over onto him. Quickly grabbing her T-shirt with both hands, he jerked it up nearly to her armpits, exposing both of her braless tits. "OK, Kate", Michael said, using her first name for the first time ever, "let's see if you have the balls to do this naked."

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate cried out in surprise as he simply knocked her away and flipped her onto the couch. Before she knew it, her top was bunched up and her tits were hanging out. "You son of a bitch." She spat, but waited to see what he would do. "Never seen tits before Micheal?" She mocked, giving him a dirty smirk. She shifted and finished pulling the top off and leaving herself topless before him.

She opened her legs, and wiggled under him. "Gonna suck them, or just stare?" She mocked.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Kate won Round 3, and Michael knew it. He should have grabbed Kate’s tits as soon as he had hiked her T-shirt up to her armpits, thereby keeping the upper hand that he had gained by pulling her over. The truth was that Michael was so taken by the sight of Kate’s absolutely luscious tits that he was distracted momentarily from his aggressive attack, allowing Kate to take the lead by questioning his masculinity and taunting him with her insulting question. Oh, well, the prospect of sucking her beautiful globes was hardly unappealing; might as well go for it.

Kate having wiggled under him, Michael set half way up, giving him full view and access to her bare chest. He grabbed one of her tits and starting to knead it firmly, while bending down and taking about a quarter of her other tit in his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling her erect nipple far into his mouth where he could tease her nipple with his tongue. Periodically, he reversed the order, sucking her other tit and kneading with his strong hand the one he had just sucked. On the third cycle of this maneuver, Michael thought that he heard a small moan coming from deep in her throat. He suspected that Kate was trying very hard to not show that she was getting hot for him, rather than for their battle. He, on the other hand, was getting very hot for Kate. He certainly wasn’t giving up the fight, but the thought of having sex with her just for sex, rather than as a contest of wills, had growing appeal.

Michael shifted from his semi-sitting position and laid down on top of Kate, nearly pinning her for the moment to the sofa. Trying to keep his breathing sounding normal, he whispered gruffly into her ear. “OK, Kate, I’ve been a gentleman and met your request to suck your tits. Now it’s time to get back to my agenda. I can’t very well fuck you with your jeans on. So, either you take them off, or I’ll take them off for you. And, I won’t be gentle.”

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate arched her back, pressing her chest toward Micheal's worked hands and mouth. She realized she hadn't had sex in a long while, which was probably why she was just letting herself cave and fuck some frustrations out of her. His attentions shot through her body straight down into her loins, her pussy tingled with need and anticipation. Her hand came down to grab a handful of Micheal's hair while his mouth suckled her breast like he was trying to get milk.

He pulled away forcefully and ordered her to talk her pants off. She propped herself up and slid from the couch, standing to her feet and her hands worked her pants open. "Oh big threatening man." She mocked. "Shut up Micheal you don't scare anyone." She worked her pants down, peeling her panties down with them. She bent over and grabbed her panties and threw them in Micheal's face.

She smirked and let him stare at her perfectly bare slit. She shifted her weight onto her left foot and looked at him. "You gonna get naked too? Or are you scared I might laugh at your man-tits?" She mocked, determined to keep him off guard. Besides if she pissed him off enough she might get a good fucking out of him. A big part of her wanted her eyeballs to pop out with this.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael was on a roll. Despite her continued insulting taunts, Kate was following his commands. Great!

He had kind of relished the possibility that she would be entirely naked while he was fully clothed, really symbolizing who was in charge, but he hadn't lied to her about his desires. He wanted to fuck her really badly.

Michael stood, facing Kate, and scrambled out of his shoes and clothes as quickly as he could. He left his tighty-whitey briefs for last. He ripped them off quickly, throwing them at Kate's face, matching her insult to him. As he did, his cock flew out, big, stiff, fully erect.

If this had been a typical sexual encounter with a romantic interest, Michael would have probably started out with either asking the woman for a blow-job, or going to work on her pussy with his mouth. But, this was still a fight, a struggle for power. Michael stepped forward, wrapping both arms around Kate and pulling them down to his carpeted floor, Kate on top. "Unlike the courtroom, there's no referee here, no judge. Just you and me. So, we'll see who can fuck who the hardest. OK, your arrogant fuckhead, show me that you've got something besides your bluster. Personally, I think you're just a big, fucking fake in the clutch."

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate watched him strip before her. Really his body wasn't bad, he could do with more gym and less McDonald's but Kate had slept with worse. She fought back a laugh at his tidy whiteys. Her eyes widened when he ripped them off. Why would he ruin his stupid underwear like that? The ruins flew toward her face but the shredded fabric couldn't travel through the air with any suredness and fluttered short.

Her eyes laid upon his hard cock with a bit of disappointment. He was already hard and he was most expectedly not the biggest, that had belonged to Tyrone. Holy fuck Tyrone was an insane. She shook her head and felt herself pulled into his arms where he pulled her down onto the floor, with her rod pressing to her stomach all hot and hard. She grew wet, she couldn't help it, the feel of a man hard and ready against her body just did it for her.

He taunted her and she snorted, "Councillor would you like to see what happens when I squeeze your balls too tightly? Remember who balls are hanging out if you want to keep them." She threatened.

She pushed herself up on top of him, raising herself over him until she could reach down and point his cock between her legs. She stroked him a bit, rubbing his tip between her slit. "Micheal."Her voice firm and she glared at him. "In all seriousness. Do not cum in me. Seriously. Okay?"

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael was confused. Here was Kate with her slit just at the tip of his cock, threatening to painfully squeeze his balls. But she wasn’t squeezing his balls and she wasn’t fucking him. Instead, she was pleading with him very sincerely to promise not to cum inside her. She addressed him as “Michael” and even asked “seriously”.

Michael could hardly refuse Kate’s request. After all, they didn’t really know each other, they knew nothing about each other’s sexual history, and they weren’t using protection of any kind. Michael took a slow breath, caught her gaze, dropped his mocking tone of voice, and said, “Okay, Kate, I promise to not cum inside of you…seriously”. Then, returning to his mocking tone, he taunted her. “But, Miss Prissy Counselor, if this is just a clever cover-up for the fact that you wouldn’t even know how to give a guy a good fuck when given a chance, I’ll remember that on Tuesday, because I intend to fuck you here and in the courtroom.

Then, he did something that surprised even himself. Allowing just the hint of a warm smile, Michael Kurosky winked at his sworn enemy, Kate Cogliano.

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate place a hand on Micheal's chest, narrowing her gaze at his smile. Did he think he was winning. Fuck him. Literally. She pushed her weight down and let Micheal's cock sink into her body. She clenched her teeth to keep from hissing at the pain/pleasure that shot through her at the sudden penetration. Her tight walls clenched around his prick as if they were trying to strangle it. A job that they were failing at, but she was rather delightfully spread open by his meat. Not bad for such a shithead, surely she could please herself on this prick.

She gave herself a moment to adjust to having him buried deep inside of her womb by taunting him. "That's it? The big bad Micheal's not even going to bring a moan from me huh? Well then, fuck you Mike." She began to pump her hips wildly, fucking herself up and down on his shaft. Her juices began to coat his girth, letting her slide easier up and down on him. All the while sh grinned at him, barely letting herself breath heavier from the effort, and refusing to moan for him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking it felt good.

Truthfully though, he had a nice dick. If she wasn't trying so hard to be a fucking bitch she could really let herself love this dick. But not for this guy, fuck this guy.

 

[Gr8chtr]

The genuine connection that they had had momentarily around Kate's request that Michael not cum in her had passed. Michael could see that. The look of hostile competition had returned to Kate's face. They could have actually been having some erotic fun, but no she had to have her way. Well...fuck her then!, in both senses of that word.

She had laid out the challenge, she was not going to give any sign that she was getting any pleasure from him. She mocked him directly on that point, and Michael could see that she had steeled her whole body to not give away any sense of excitement or pleasure. He decided to do the same. It wasn't easy. When she first pushed her weight down on him and squeezed his cock with her tight pussy, he nearly gasped. A sharp pain/pleasure shot through his whole body. But that was just one shot. Even though his cock was getting lubed nicely, when Kate began to fuck him wildly, Michael had to put all of his effort into controlling his breath.

Micheal decided to strike back just as hard. He quickly found the rhythm to Kate's wild pumping, drew his knees up enough to plant his feet on the floor, and bucked his hips up powerfully to meet her every thrust, working hard to slam his pubic bone into her clit as they collided. After a few of their violent pumping, Michael reached up, grabbed Kate's hair harshly, and pulled her down on top of his chest. In one quick move he rolled them over, pulling himself up just far enough to hiss at Kate, "You call that fucking? Is that how you got through law school?" With that he drew back his hips, pulling his cock out until its head was just at her slit. Then, using as much strength as he could muster without screaming himself, he thrust hard into her using his full weight.

Kate was damn good. She didn't moan even then. Michael picked up the pace, pounding into her so fast and hard that he worried a little that her ass would be bruised. He couldn't speak; he was clenching his jaws so tightly to keep for moaning himself. "Just keep pounding", he told himself, "she's got to break eventually."

Seeing Kate lying there, naked, her body covered with sweat, her face flushed with exertion and arousal, Michael realized that, under other circumstances, they actually could be great lovers. Oh well, being a lawyer was like that.

 

[Intensityrising]

Goddamn if this were any other guy. Any other situation, and she would be screaming in pleasure. KAte loved it when he flipped her over to drill himself into her. Honestly she wasn't even sure how she kept her mouth shut. She wanted to scream, she wanted to lock her legs behind Micheal's back and encourage him to fuck her as hard as he wanted.

Still she kept er mouth shut, even with Micheal taking her. Even with his cock slamming against her cervix. Tear built up in her eyes as she tried to hold everything in, even Micheal looked like he was having a hard time keeping everything together. He was so hard and powerful within her, even trying to hold back she knew she was very close to cumming on his cock. She could keep her moans back, but she couldn't stop her body from getting its release.

"Come on you son of a bitch." She panted, "That all you got?"

She didn't know why she was taunting him further, because if he kept at it any harder he might break her pelvis and that would be fucked up to explain in court tomorrow. Her tits bounced with the force of his thrusts. God she was going to explode any moment, a faint noise squeaking from her throat as her pleasure built higher and higher.

 

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"Come on you son of a bitch." She panted, "That all you got?"

In fact, it was all Michael had, and it was one hell of a lot. He knew that this was almost certainly the hardest he had ever fucked any woman. Moreover, he was so close to cumming that he feared that any other move that either of them made would cause him to explode fiercely inside of Kate's hot, pulsing pussy. He'd fucked enough women to know that Kate was right on the precipice herself. Besides he had heard that faint noise that arose from Kate's throat. Ordinarily, he would have just made one more thrust and let himself explode into ecstasy - and hope that his partner would also. But, he had promised Kate that he wouldn't cum inside her. To risk doing so would be a breach of his word. And...in some weird way, Kate would have won as well - he would have lost control while she kept hers.

With one quick move, Michael pulled out of Kate, his throbbing, engorged cock landing on her lower belly. As soon as his cock was free, he thrust his two middle fingers deep into her pussy, using his thumb and ring finger to squeeze her erect clit in a rolling fashion. With his other hand he grabbed Kate's right tit and began kneading it roughly like it was one of those squishy hand balls that are supposed to release tension.

He couldn't control his voice anymore; he was yelling now, "God damn it, Kate, I'm going to make you cum right now. And if you don't grab my cock and make me cum, I'll have your ass from here to Doomsday."

 

[Intensityrising]

Kate was exploding, that was the only way to describe it. Her body quivered and shook as Micheal's fingers plundged into her and worked on both her g-spot and her clit. The combination was too much for her to handle and she shook on the ground. The noise that threatened to escape her throat was building.

Then Micheal threatened her to doomsday. Which confused her.

His cock slapped onto her belly like a hunk of wet meat and her instincts to grab it and jerked him wildly took over. He was so hard and thick in her hand, each stroke made her wetter and part of her wanted to stuff him back into her pussy and let him explode into her womb. But that would spell disaster for them both, so she kept quiet.

Her breathing came in pants as she pumped him hard and fast. Her orgasm ripped itself from her and she slammed her head back into the ground, her back arched as every muscle in her body clenched. Juices pours over Micheal's hand and her fist on his cock locked up, only able to squeeze his meat in a vice grip as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

 

[Gr8chtr]

It was only moments after Micheal thrust his fingers against Kate's g-spot that he felt her body explode in an immense orgasm. Her whole body shook as if she were having a seizure; Michael had never pushed a woman to anything this extreme.

For an instant after Kate exploded Michael thought that her reaction might be so intense and so out of control that she wouldn't be able to pleasure him as he had demanded. Then it happened like a lightning strike. Suddenly, Kate was pounding his cock with ferocious wildness. Micheal wanted to cum; he didn't give a damn about "winning" the battle at this point, but Kate's extreme orgasm inspired Micheal to believe that if he could hold on for just one or two more of Kate's wild strokes, he could have an orgasm as intense as hers. He was already hotter than he had ever been in his life. Then, in what seemed almost like one single move, Kate slammed her head into the carpet, arched her back several inches off the floor, and squeezed his cock with strength that ought not to have been possible for a woman of her size. Michael's cock exploded shooting his cum up Kate's front nearly to her shoulders. He let out a groan so load that someone in an adjoining apartment yelled back to keep quiet. The spasms that swept through Michael's body caused his hips to jerk as though he were fucking Kate even more, but Kate's hand was still clenched so tight around his cock that it didn't slide in her hand.

Michael and Kate were now breathing only in heavy pants, like two competitive sprinters who has pushed themselves beyond their limits. Neither one of them could have spoken even if they had wanted to. Eventually, Kate's hand unclenched. Michael rolled off of her onto his back, matching Kate's posture, his breath still panting. Their bodies were both so flushed and hot that they each instinctively spread out their legs and arms in the "angel-in-the-snow" posture to allow more air to circulate around their bodies.

The outside of Micheal's right hand came to rest against the outside of Kate's left one. His first instinct was to quickly pull back, but he was too exhausted to care. His body's violent explosion had washed most of his anger away. For now, at least, the battle was over. Michael didn't even care about keeping score.

 

[Intensityrising]

With the noise of Micheal's orgasm Kate officially won their little game. He made noise of pleasure and she hadn't. Though once he broke the silence, she let out soft moans as her body came down from its ride. His cock had blasted his body with tons of thick cream. She absently trailed her fingers through it, wiping it off her breasts and down her belly.

Normally Kate loved it feel her partner cum inside of her. However there were two reasons why she told Micheal to pull his cock from her twat before eruption. One, was that she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long while and simply fallen off taking her birth control. The other reason was she didn't like him. He had been there at the right moment and said the right things and as a result she had fucked him, even with the game behind it.

Micheal laid beside her and she took a few final breaths before she sat up and looked for Micheal's shirt laying on the couch. She grabbed the shirt and wiped his cum up with it, then she gathered her clothing and dressed rapidly.

"Thanks for that." She told him as she tugged on her shoes and darted out the front door.

 

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