Hoping to get assistance from the judge responsible for handling my husband's case, I end up going to his chambers every month, where he has me suck and fuck him in return for helping with my legal situation.
I waited in the reception area just outside the judge’s chambers. I knew Judge Peter Holt was in there, I watched him walk past me 10 minutes earlier when he took his 2 hour lunch break from his courtroom.
After about 5 more minutes, the judge’s receptionist got a call and, after hanging up, motioned for me to follow her to the judge’s office. I stepped into his chambers, and she went back to her desk, closing the door as she left.
Judge Holt – “Pete” – was sitting behind his desk in his black robe as I entered the room. He stood up when he saw me and walked around to the front of his desk, unzipping his robe as he did. When he finished unzipping his robe and pulled back each side, I could see that his cock and ball sack were already hanging out of his pants, dangling between his legs as he walked. I was expecting this, since this had been his modus operandi for these monthly meetings in his chambers for the past 4 years.
A little over four years ago I had approached Judge Holt about my husband’s legal situation, asking if there was any way he could help me. He had acted concerned and empathetic, and eventually agreed that he would help me, in return for some ‘personal services’ in his chambers once a month. I reluctantly accepted the arrangement and had been coming to his chambers the first Thursday of every month for the past 4 years.
Usually these visits started like today’s visit, with him coming around his desk, unzipping his robe, and pulling it back to reveal his 9” cock and nut sack already pulled out of his pants, and hanging between his legs as he positioned himself on the edge of his desk with his legs spread wide. I would step in between his legs, and he would unbutton my blouse, or pull my sweater up to my chin, exposing my big 35E tits. Then, with my boobs freed from my clothes and swaying in front of me, he’d begin playing with them, squeezing the flesh and pulling on the nipples until they were fully erect.
While he massaged my tits, I’d reach out and take his shaft in my hand and begin pulling on it, watching it grow bigger and longer as I tugged on it. After a few minutes of this, he’d put his hands on my shoulders and push me down to my knees. Then he’d twist one hand in my hair at the back of my head and pull my mouth toward his erect cock. He’d shove his prick forward into my mouth while pulling my head down with his hand, and begin roughly face-fucking me so that his huge dick was pumping deep into my throat with every thrust.
While he did this, he’d use his other hand to paw at my breasts and pinch my nipples. Ordinarily I’d find this enjoyable, but having been relegated to a mere monthly semen dump, it was actually pretty annoying. Surprisingly, that didn’t stop my nipples from getting hard, nor my pussy from getting moist.
After slamming his prick deep into my throat over and over, he’d finally explode into my mouth, forcing me to swallow his entire load, lest I gag or drown on what seemed like a gallon of cum.
This was usually followed by me kneeling beneath his desk as he sat in his leather office chair, with his cock out and his legs spread, and me stroking and sucking on his semi-hard dick while he made phone calls and reviewed legal documents. About half the time he’d end up hard again, and he’d pull me up from my knees and bend me over the desk so he could ram his stiff rod deep into my pussy from behind until he blasted another load of spunk deep inside my cunt.
Today started out no differently – I sucked his cock as it stood straight out from his torso, stroking it with my hand as I did, and he face-fucked me while pulling on my swinging boobs. But today did seem a little different in that he was being rougher than usual. His hand behind my head pulled me forward harder, and he crammed the head of his prick deeper into my throat than he normally did, as he forced himself in and out of my mouth with abandon. He was also squeezing and slapping my tits harder than usual, and pinching my nipples to the point of pain.
After just a few minutes of this rough handling, he grunted, pulled my face all the way to the base of his huge cock, and blasted rope after rope of jizzm down my throat. He held my face against his crotch for what seemed like minutes as he climaxed over and over, then pulled his dick out until just the head was still in my mouth, and plowed it back into my throat as he continued shooting cum past my tonsils. When he was finally through spewing, he slowly pulled his softening erection out of my mouth, then held it out for me to clean with my tongue. When I was finished cleaning his shaft, I used my hand to pull out the last drop of cum from his ball sack, licking it off the tip of his mushroom head as I did.
He said, “Well, now that that’s done, I have some news for you about your husband’s case.”
At this I became anxious and worried, and with my eyebrows raised in concern, I said, “What’s changed?”
Judge Holt grinned and said, “Some things I just can’t control…….your husband’s case is now at a point in the legal process that I can’t interfere.”
Still kneeling between his spread legs, I reached out to his dangling cock, still semi-hard from his recent orgasm, and started stroking him in earnest. “But you have to help me! You can’t stop now! I’ve done everything you asked.” I began sucking the head of his prick, trying to will it to erection so I could keep him interested.
“Sorry, Mary, it’s simply out of my hands”, he said as he leaned back on the desk and let me continue working on his stiffening shaft. I got the impression he was enjoying my plight, as he was getting hard again much faster than he usually did.
“Judge – Pete – I have no one else to turn to, you’re my last hope!” I said, as I feverishly jerked his cock, paying extra attention to the bulbous tip.
He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he blasted another load of cum all over my face and tits. I continued pumping his prick until he had emptied his nut sack all over me, even getting some in my hair in the process.
“I really am sorry, Mary. I’ve enjoyed these monthly visits even more than I expected to, but there are simply some things in legal matters that a judge just can’t dictate,” he said as he took his shaft in his hand and shook a final drop of cum onto my swaying boobs, then tucked his now flaccid dick back into his slacks and zipped up.
After his cock was put away, he stood up, zipped up his robe and went around his desk and sat in his chair and said, “Your husband will be released on parole in 3 weeks. I can’t extend his incarceration any longer.”
I stayed kneeling on the floor as I absorbed this news, his cum still dripping off my face and breasts. I looked at him with pleading, teary eyes, hoping for a sympathetic reprieve, but he just ignored me and began reading the paperwork sitting on his desk.
“You can clean up in my personal bathroom over there, then go ahead and leave. My God, I’m going to miss those tits. Be sure to get your parking validated on your way out.”
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