Lawyers (interracial)1

Sable and Raymond Burke were a successful husband and wife team at the law
offices of Burke, Leeson and Hedges in Los Angeles.  They exemplified
everything trendy and had the money to buy it.  Sable, a pretty blond
28-year-old Stanford graduate, handled criminal defense, mostly, while Raymond,
a 30-year-old Yale man, was an expert in contract litigation.
Ray had noticed that his wife had been under a lot of pressure lately with a
particularly heinous rape-kidnapping case she was working on.  She always
appeared exhausted and, over the past few weeks, seemed to have lost all
interest in sex.  While before the two had enjoyed a healthy, if not frequent,
physical relationship now their sex lives had all but disappeared.  Ray did not
get alarmed.  It was a usual occupational hazard that would change soon after
the resolution of her burdensome case.
One day Sable came into their airy breakfast room and literally threw her
expensive leather brief case on to the table in apparent disgust.  She pulled
off her bone horn-rimmed glasses and shook her long blond hair from it's bun.
"Damn them!" she muttered to herself.
"Damn who, dear?" Ray asked over the top of his paper.
"Oh, it's nothing.  I don't want to burden you," she said, obviously wanting to
burden him.
Ray was silent for a long moment, letting his tall, lithe wife come to the
point.
"It's the Johnson brothers," she said, referring to her clients in the
celebrated rape case.
"They just won't cooperate in the defense.  They insist on taking the stand and
any first year law student would be able to rip them to shreds."
"Perhaps I should have a talk with them, dear.  I have had some small
experience with troublesome defendants."
"Would you?  I could use a hand with these two.  I'm speaking with them both
tomorrow down at the LA Central Jail.  I'll pick you up at the officer at, say,
twelve?"
Sable seemed strangely relieved but Ray attributed the sudden change in her
behavior as mere relief at the prospect of his assistance with the boys.
The next day, at the jail, a deputy made a cursory check of the brief cases of
both lawyers, then allowed them into the interview room.  Sable seemed to be in
a state of anxiety and Ray patted her bare knee and tried to sooth her fears. 
Ray was a little amused at his wife's choice of clothing for the interview at
the jail.  Instead of her usually conservative attire she was wearing a very
short skirt, a loose blouse and jacket.  She had on dark stockings, something
she usually only wears at dinner parties.  He noticed, too, that she wore only
cheap, costume jewelry today.  While waiting for her clients to be brought into
the windowless room she removed her jacket and placed it on the back of her
chair.  Ray could tell she was wearing an exceptionally sheer bra and her
darkened areolas showed through the thin white material of her blouse.  
"Are you ill, Sable?" Ray asked.
"What?  Why do you ask?" she sputtered.
"Well, you are perspiring.  It's not that warm in here."
"Am I?  Oh, I hadn't noticed!  It's nothing, I'm sure.  Maybe a touch of the
flu."
Within minutes a burly deputy brought in the Johnson brothers.  Ray almost
gasped when he saw the two.  They seeped evil.  
Theo, the older of the two, was about thirty-five and at least six-feet tall. 
He was thin, with a two day growth of beard.  His eyebrows were joined in the
center and he had a heavy jaw with a prominent gold tooth.  He moved around the
small metal table like an predator stalking his prey.  He sprawled in his jail,
his legs spread wide, his torso tilted back.
Jerome was about twenty-five and totally unlike his brother.  He was only
five-six and stocky, muscular.  He had a handsome face and was clean shaven. 
He moved with a practiced grace and sat in his chair like a candidate ready for
a job interview.
"Just press this buzzer here when you need the door unlocked, Mrs. Burke.  I'll
be right outside," the deputy said, then closed the heavy steel door with an
ominous clang.
Immediately, the two brothers looked at one another, then turned to Sable.
"Did you bring it?" inquired Jerome.
"Yes.  Yes.  I have it right here," Sable said excitedly.  She spun on her ass
in her chair, spread her legs and Ray saw her removed a small handgun from a
garter.  
"What....?" Ray started, but then felt the iron grip of Theo holding his
throat.  
"Now you best be still, mister lawyer, ‘less you want your lilly white ass
stomped into dis concrete," Theo growled in a low voice.
"Careful!  Don't hurt him!" Sable hissed.
Theo regarded her coldly, but released his grip of Ray's larynx.  Ray massaged
his bruised neck and asked Sable in a whisper, "What is this all about, Sable?"
Jerome chuckled.  "Go on, tell him, Sable", he commanded.
"I...I...I'm helping Jerome escape," she blurted, averting her eyes from her
husband's.
"But...why?  You'll be disbarred for this?  I can't believe..."
"I love Jerome, Ray.  I'm so sorry, I really am!"  Sable looked up with her
eyes welling with tears.
Ray was thunderstruck.  He felt dizzy and struggled to comprehend her words. 
He choked back an urge to vomit and felt his hands shaking.
"I don't understand..." Ray began, regaining a modicum of composure.
"Jerome and I have been...physical...during my conferences with him here,"
Sable said, hanging her head.  She was holding her forearms crossed over her
belly and she appeared to be as sick as Ray felt.
Jerome laughed, casually removing a pack of cigarettes from Sable's brief case.
 He leisurely lit one with her gold lighter, studied the lighter for a moment,
then slipped it in the pocket of his LA County Jail coveralls.  He blew a cloud
of smoke at Ray.
"See, your wife was in need of some serious fucking," he began, as if lecturing
students in biology.
"Please, Jerome!" Sable begged, her mascara smudged, her face flushed.
"It's the truth, isn't it?  Didn't you tell me that your old man here is hung
like a hamster?"
Sable turned and regarded Ray with those deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes. 
"Try to understand, dear.  I was feeling lonely..."
"Fuck!  You were feeling horny!  You see, counselor, she read in the doctor's
report of the examination of the rape victim some evidence of vaginal tearing. 
The doctor concluded that the rapist, your's truly, had had a large penis. 
After reading that your dear wife wanted to find out for herself.  The first
interview in here she acted like it was all part of her defense preparation. 
She asked to see it," Jerome deftly unzipped his coveralls.  He was not wearing
any underwear and his long, thick, ebony cock just flopped out when released. 
Ray had never seen anything like it, except for maybe on a polo field.  It hung
almost halfway to Jerome's knees.  He was uncircumcised and a hint of pink
glans protruded from the saggy foreskin.  Jerome reached in an hefted his fat,
round balls outside the fly of the coveralls.
Ray turned to his wife, but she was staring mesmerized at Jerome's tool.  Her
lip was quivering and Ray saw her unconsciously grinding her knees together and
wiggling in her chair.  Her nipples were erect and tinting the material of her
blouse.  Jerome saw Ray's amazement and he began flexing his ass muscles,
causing the fantastic organ to jump and swing.
Finally regaining her composure Sable pleaded with Jerome to put his "thing"
away.  Jerome laughed and continued jigging his cock at the female attorney. 
Ray could see that Sable was coming unglued.  Her eyes darted from Ray's face
to Jerome's cock and back again.  
"Please forgive me, Ray," she said at last, then fell to her knees in front of
Jerome.  She deftly put the end of his cock in her mouth and began noisily
sucking on the organ, her cheeks collapsing and billowing.
Ray rose to his feet.  He had had enough!  Armed or not he was not going to let
this black Svengali treat his obviously deranged wife in such a base fashion. 
He managed one step toward Sable when Theo's paw-like hand caught him by the
back of the neck and thrust him face down on the cold metal table.  Ray
struggled but he was like a rag doll under the grasp of the immensely strong
black man.
Sable rolled her eyes to watch Ray but did not take her mouth off Jerome's
rapidly growing dong.  Ray could see concern and pity in her eyes.  Jerome
smiled at Ray and put his black hands on his wife's head.  He removed the hair
clasp and let Sable's locks fall free.  He took off her glasses and tossed them
carefully onto the table near Ray's head.  Jerome began slowly gathering
Sable's hair in his first then he suddenly began fucking her head with angry,
quick thrusts.  Sable's throat jerked as her gag reflex began but she did not
resist her lover's efforts.
Theo had Ray's arm twisted up behind his back in a half-nelson.  Ray was
powerless to help his wife.
Strangely enough, watching his pretty, innocent wife taking that large,
horse-like cock into her throat and mouth with such deftness and obvious
pleasure, Ray felt his own cock stirring.  When Sable reached between her
spread knees and began working her slit with the fingers of one hand Ray's own
cock sprang to life and tented his pinstriped trousers.  Watching Sable
massaging the ebony tool in her delicate white hand made Ray's cock began to
ooze pre-cum copiously.
Jerome noticed this and pointed it out to his brother.  "Look at the white boy!
 He's getting a woodie watching his woman sucking another man!"
To Ray's horror, he felt Theo's free hand reach around and grab his erection. 
"Yessir, he done got himself a nice stiffy!" Theo said with glee.  There was
something in his tone of voice that frightened and sickened Ray.
Noting this, Jerome chuckled, "My brother...what a rascal!  You see, he doesn't
care for females, Mr. Burke!"