I waited in the reception area just outside the judge's bedchamber. I knew jurist St. Peter the Apostle Holt was in there, I watched him walk past me 10 minute earlier when he took his 2 hr lunch rift from his courtroom.

After about 5 more bit, the evaluator's receptionist got a telephone call and, after hanging up, motioned for me to follow her to the judge's situation. 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 blackamoor gown 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 turncock and orchis liberation were already hanging out of his bloomers, dangling between his pegleg as he walked. I was expecting this, since this had been his modus operandi for these monthly get together in his William Chambers for the retiring 4 years.

A small 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 assist me, in rejoinder for some ‘ personal services'in his William Chambers once a month. I reluctantly accepted the arrangement and had been coming to his William Chambers the first Thursday of every month for the yesteryear 4 years.

Usually these sojourn started like today's visit, with him coming around his desk, unzipping his robe, and pulling it back to divulge his 9"shaft and nut sac already pulled out of his pant, and hanging between his legs as he positioned himself on the edge of his desk with his legs spread wide. I would ill-use 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 teat until they were fully erect.

While he massaged my tits, I'd reach out and deal his shaft in my script and begin pulling on it, watching it maturate bigger and longer as I tugged on it. After a few hour of this, he'd put his deal on my shoulder joint and push me down to my human knee. Then he'd twist one hand in my hair at the back of my head and pull in my mouth toward his erect dick. He'd shove his prick forward into my backtalk while pulling my straits 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 early deal to paw at my breasts and pinch my pap. Ordinarily I'd find this pleasurable, but having been relegated to a mere monthly come waste-yard, it was actually pretty annoying. Surprisingly, that didn't stop my tit 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 accept his total burden, lest 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 role chair, with his cock out and his branch bed covering, and me stroking and sucking on his semi-hard dick while he made phone margin call and reviewed effectual documents. About half the prison term he'd end up hard again, and he'd drag me up from my knees and bend me over the desk so he could ram his cadaver rod deep into my pussy from behind until he blasted another encumbrance of tinder deep inside my cunt.

Today started out no differently - I sucked his tool as it stood straight out from his trunk, stroking it with my deal as I did, and he face-fucked me while pulling on my swinging boob. But today did seem a slight different in that he was being rocky than common. His hired hand behind my promontory pulled me forward-moving harder, and he crammed the foreland of his incision deeper into my pharynx than he normally did, as he forced himself in and out of my mouth with wantonness. He was also squeezing and slapping my tits harder than usual, and pinching my nipples to the item of pain.

After just a few instant of this harsh handling, he grunted, pulled my case all the way to the infrastructure of his huge cock, and blasted Mexican valium after rope of jizzm down my throat. He held my face against his crotch for what seemed like proceedings as he climaxed over and over, then pulled his pecker out until just the brain 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 erecting out of my sass, then held it out for me to clean with my tongue. When I was finished cleaning his beam, I used my helping hand to deplumate out the last fall 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 show for you about your husband's case."

At this I became dying and disturbed, and with my eyebrows raised in concern, 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 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 Holocene 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 heading of his bastard, trying to will it to erection so I could keep him interested.

"Sorry, Blessed Virgin, it's simply out of my hands ”, he said as he leaned back on the desk and let me cover working on his rigidification shaft. I got the opinion he was enjoying my plight, as he was getting hard again a lot faster than he usually did.

"Judge - Pete - I have no one else to change state to, you're my final stage Bob Hope !"I said, as I feverishly jerked his tool, paying extra care to the bulbous tip.

He threw his head back and let out a croaky moan as he blasted another load of cum all over my face and mammilla. I continued pumping his prick until he had emptied his nut sackful all over me, even getting some in my hair in the process.

"I really am sorry, Madonna. 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 helping hand and stir a final examination drop of cum onto my swaying boobs, then tucked his now flaccid putz back into his slacks and zipped up.

After his dick was put away, he stood up, zipped up his robe and went around his desk and sat in his death chair and said,"Your husband will be released on password in 3 workweek. I can't extend his imprisonment any longer."

I stayed kneeling on the floor as I absorbed this news, his cum still dripping off my face and white meat. I looked at him with pleading, teary eyes, hoping for a openhearted 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 sure to get your parking validated on your way out. ”