I waited in the reception area just outside the jurist's sleeping accommodation. I knew Judge Peter Holt was in there, I watched him walk past me 10 min earlier when he took his 2 hour tiffin break from his courtroom.

After about 5 more minutes, the judge's receptionist got a outcry and, after hanging up, motioned for me to follow her to the jurist's office. I stepped into his Chambers, and she went back to her desk, closing the doorway as she left.

Judge Holt -"Pete"- was sitting behind his desk in his Shirley Temple Black robe as I entered the room. He stood up when he saw me and walked around to the social movement 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 stopcock and ball sack were already hanging out of his gasp, 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 class ago I had approached Judge Holt about my married man's legal billet, asking if there was any way he could aid me. He had acted concerned and empathic, 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 by 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 gasp, and hanging between his branch as he positioned himself on the border of his desk with his legs spread across-the-board. I would step in between his legs, and he would unbutton my blouse, or get out my jumper up to my chin, exposing my big 35E teat. Then, with my boobs freed from my clothes and swaying in front line of me, he'd start playing with them, squeezing the figure and pulling on the nipples until they were fully erect.

While he massaged my tits, I'd reach out and withdraw his shot in my hand and commence pulling on it, watching it grow bigger and longer as I tugged on it. After a few proceedings of this, he'd put his hands on my shoulders and drive me down to my knees. Then he'd twist one mitt in my hair at the book binding of my head and rive my mouth toward his erect cock. He'd shove his bite forward into my back talk while pulling my drumhead down with his helping hand, and start 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 early hand to paw at my breast and top 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 quit my mamilla from getting intemperate, nor my pussy from getting moist.

After slamming his motherfucker 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 spreadhead, and me stroking and sucking on his semi-hard tool while he made phone Call and reviewed legal papers. About half the time he'd end up hard again, and he'd pulling me up from my knee and bend me over the desk so he could ram his corpse rod deep into my slit from behind until he blasted another load of spunk rich inside my cunt.

Today started out no differently - I sucked his stopcock as it stood straight out from his body, 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 common. His hired man behind my straits pulled me onwards harder, and he crammed the chief of his prick deeper into my pharynx than he normally did, as he forced himself in and out of my mouth with abandon. He was also squeezing and slapping my tits severe than usual, and pinching my nipples to the spot of pain.

After just a few minutes of this fierce handling, he grunted, pulled my side all the way to the al-Qaeda of his huge cock, and blasted rope after rope of jizzm down my throat. He held my case against his crotch for what seemed alike minutes as he climaxed over and over, then pulled his dick out until just the head was still in my mouthpiece, 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 erecting out of my mouth, then held it out for me to clean house with my glossa. When I was finished cleaning his peter, I used my helping hand to pull out the death drop of cum from his ballock hammock, licking it off the tip of his mushroom head as I did.

He said,"fountainhead, now that that's done, I have some news for you about your husband's case."

At this I became nervous 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 full point in the sound appendage that I can't interfere."

Still kneeling between his spread legs, I reached out to his dangling peter, still semi-hard from his recent orgasm, and started stroking him in earnest."But you have to aid 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, Virgin 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 shaft. I got the notion he was enjoying my plight, as he was getting hard again a good deal quick than he usually did.

"evaluator - Pete - I have no one else to turn to, you're my final hope !"I said, as I feverishly jerked his prick, paying superfluous attention to the bulblike tip.

He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he blasted another load of cum all over my aspect and tits. I continued pumping his prick until he had emptied his nut sack all over me, even getting some in my hairsbreadth in the process.

"I really am sorry, Virgin Mary. I've enjoyed these monthly sojourn even more than I expected to, but there are simply some thing in effectual matters that a jurist just can't dictate,"he said as he took his rotating shaft in his hand and shook a final drop of cum onto my swaying boobs, then tucked his now flaccid hawkshaw back into his slackness 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 program, his cum still dripping off my expression and tit. I looked at him with pleading, teary oculus, hoping for a likable reprieve, but he just ignored me and began reading the paperwork sitting on his desk.

"You can clean up in my personal bath 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. ”