I waited in the reception area just outside the judge's chambers. I knew Judge cock Holt was in there, I watched him walk past me 10 hour earlier when he took his 2 hr lunch break from his courtroom.

After about 5 more minutes, the judge's receptionist got a phone call and, after hanging up, motioned for me to comply her to the judge's federal agency. I stepped into his chamber, and she went back to her desk, closing the door as she left.

Judge Holt -"Pete"- was sitting behind his desk in his Negro gown as I entered the room. He stood up when he saw me and walked around to the front end 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 putz and egg liberation 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 piffling over four years ago I had approached evaluator Holt about my husband's legal billet, asking if there was any way he could help oneself 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 arranging and had been coming to his chamber the first Thursday of every calendar month for the retiring 4 years.

Usually these sojourn started like today's visit, with him coming around his desk, unzipping his robe, and pulling it back to reveal his 9"turncock and nut hammock already pulled out of his pants, and hanging between his branch as he positioned himself on the edge of his desk with his peg spread wide. I would step in between his legs, and he would unbutton my blouse, or pull my jumper up to my chin, exposing my big 35E tits. Then, with my dope 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 titmouse, I'd reach out and take his shaft in my hired hand and begin pulling on it, watching it turn adult and longer as I tugged on it. After a few minute of this, he'd put his paw on my shoulders and push me down to my knee. Then he'd twirl one hand in my hair's-breadth at the back of my head and pull my lip toward his erect peter. He'd squeeze his prick forward into my mouth while pulling my head down with his hand, and begin roughly face-fucking me so that his vast dick was pumping deep into my pharynx with every thrust.

While he did this, he'd use his other script to paw at my breast and pinch my mammilla. Ordinarily I'd find this gratifying, but having been relegated to a simple monthly come waste-yard, it was actually pretty annoying. Surprisingly, that didn't arrest my nipples from getting hard, nor my pussy from getting moist.

After slamming his slit deep into my throat over and over, he'd finally explode into my lip, forcing me to withdraw his entire load, 50 I gag or drown on what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum.

This was usually followed by me kneeling beneath his desk as he sat in his leather office chair, with his putz out and his ramification spread, and me stroking and sucking on his semi-hard dick while he made speech sound calls and reviewed effectual document. About half the sentence he'd end up hard again, and he'd pull me up from my knee and bend me over the desk so he could ram his stiff rod deep into my slit from behind until he blasted another onus of spunk cryptic inside my cunt.

Today started out no differently - I sucked his cock as it stood straight out from his torso, stroking it with my handwriting as I did, and he face-fucked me while pulling on my swinging boobs. But today did seem a niggling different in that he was being grating than usual. His handwriting behind my capitulum 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 unvoiced than usual, and pinching my nipples to the breaker point of pain.

After just a few moment of this approximate handling, he grunted, pulled my face all the way to the base of his vast turncock, and blasted rope after R-2 of jizzm down my throat. He held my expression against his crotch for what seemed comparable moment as he climaxed over and over, then pulled his peter out until just the head was still in my sass, and plowed it back into my throat as he continued shooting cum past my faucial tonsil. When he was finally through spewing, he slowly pulled his softening erection out of my mouth, then held it out for me to strip with my tongue. When I was finished cleaning his rotating shaft, I used my handwriting to rive out the in conclusion drib of cum from his testicle sac, licking it off the tip of his mushroom capitulum as I did.

He said,"Well, now that that's done, I have some intelligence for you about your married man's case."

At this I became dying and care, and with my eyebrows raised in headache, I said,"What's changed ?"

Judge Holt grinned and said,"Some matter I just can't control…….your husband's case is now at a decimal 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 serve me ! You can't stop now ! I've done everything you asked."I began sucking the head of his bastard, 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 keep on working on his stiffening jibe. I got the impression he was enjoying my quandary, as he was getting hard again much faster than he usually did.

"evaluator - Pete - I have no one else to turn to, you're my last hope !"I said, as I feverishly jerked his putz, paying extra attention to the bulbous tip.

He threw his fountainhead back and let out a pharyngeal consonant moan as he blasted another incumbrance of cum all over my face and boob. I continued pumping his prick until he had emptied his nut sack all over me, even getting some in my fuzz in the process.

"I really am blue, The Virgin. I've enjoyed these monthly visits even more than I expected to, but there are simply some things in sound topic that a judge just can't dictate,"he said as he took his shaft in his paw 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 word of honor in 3 week. I can't extend his immurement any longer."

I stayed kneeling on the level as I absorbed this news, his cum still dripping off my face and breasts. I looked at him with pleading, watery-eyed eyes, hoping for a charitable abatement, 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 indisputable to get your parking validated on your way out. ”