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The Judge
by KrisC (kris30712@hotmail.com)
***
Attractive female judge is married to a cuckold with
plans for seduction by a black lover but she is
surprised by an ex-con and ends up submitting to him in
her chambers. (MF, reluc, intr, wife, voy, swinger,
cuck)
***
"Thirty days plus time already served and a five hundred
dollar fine," I said, striking my gavel loudly,
announcing the sentence and signaling the end of court
for the day.
My bailiff escorted the defendant, a young black male
arrested for a bail violation, out of my courtroom. As
the crowd filed out, I watched my husband arise from his
seat at the rear of the courtroom gallery. Don passed
through the gate, approaching my desk. He's super cute
and I jealously noted how he attracted looks from the
court reporter and the bitchy, blonde defense counsel.
He looked so sexy; wearing the Armani suit I had given
him for his birthday. Perfectly tailored, emphasizing
his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was so freaking
hot. My husband Don is a high profile criminal defense
lawyer, comfortable and commanding in the courtroom.
Flashing me a devilish grin, I could feel my mood
improve. All day, I had been excited, knowing he would
pick me up from court on that Friday afternoon,
wondering what surprise he had in store for me.
Earlier that week he told me, "Kris, I have plans for
Friday night. Pick out something sexy to wear, we are
going to live out one of your favorite fantasies."
"Please, give me some clue," I begged but he wouldn't
budge, leaving me anxious with anticipation all week.
My name is Kris and I am a lawyer and part time judge in
Atlanta. In my early thirties, my husband Don is ten
years older and the love of my life. Most men find me
attractive and my husband tells me I resemble Brooklyn
Decker, the SI swimsuit model.
I'm five foot six inches tall and weigh 115 pounds,
working out regularly to keep my figure. Every day, Don
tells me I'm beautiful, encouraging me to wear tightly
fitted clothes that highlight my figure. I was shy about
doing this at first but now I love having men do a
double take when I walk by in a designer suit, stockings
and a pair of elegant heels. With my husband's help,
I've learned the power a beautiful, nicely dressed woman
wields when dealing with men.
Our relationship has been secure, enabling us to
experiment outside our marriage without fear of hurting
each other. We have tried swinging and dating other
partners but we always find ourselves back home,
reliving the highlights of sexy "single" fun.
Reflecting on those first forays into swinging, it was
hard for me to accept allowing my husband to be with
another woman. I was insecure and very jealous. On the
nights Don was out, I would sit at home alone, watching
TV, constantly thinking about which gorgeous girl he
might be with. I'd go to bed alone, wearing the most
scandalous lingerie, hoping he would come home and
ravage me.
Some nights he was gone until the morning but most times
he came home early almost crazed for sex. On those
nights, making love was so incredible that it made up
for sharing him with another woman.
Eventually, I came to trust that Don truly loved me and
that our sexual experimentation was actually
strengthening our bond. Only then did I actually enjoy
going out on my own, "partying" with other men. In fact,
it seemed I was more popular than during my single days.
Perhaps because I was honest about being married,
wearing my wedding ring and telling my date that I
wanted to hook up "just for tonight." Admitting this
resulted in many more opportunities, as most men
preferred just one night of sex and no long-term
commitment.
Eventually, Don became interested in participating on my
nights out.
"I'm just worried about you, babe," he said, explaining
why he wanted to come and watch over me.
On those nights, Don would select my outfit. He'd be
sure to find something suggestive that stretched the
bounds of what I normally would wear. Dressed in my
sheerest bra and panties, I would have to try on all of
his favorite outfits before he was satisfied.
"You look fantastic in that dress and those shoes are
wickedly sexy" he'd say encouraging me to wear my
sexiest leopard print dress along with four-inch heels
and stockings.
"I'm glad you like it, but I feel like a high priced
call girl," I replied. "Really, what if someone we know
sees me like this?" I asked.
"Actually I'd like that. It would make you seem even
sexier to me," he answered.
Don would nurse a drink at the bar, while I sipped white
wine waiting for the right guy. I'd flirt unashamedly,
while discreetly watching Don's reaction. Mostly, I
found him smiling at my actions, as if he was enjoying
my seduction as much as I did. If I drank too much,
showing poor choice in a potential date, Don would step
in and rescue me, taking me home. But most times, he was
happy to sit there and watch me seduce a stranger.
I still remember the feeling of abandonment, the first
time I left a bar with my date, leaving Don behind. I
was so nervous, worrying about being with another man
and also worrying about Don, being home alone. At first,
I would go with my "date" and stay the night, trying to
enjoy a night of "freedom." The next morning I would
call a cab for a ride back home, still feeling a little
guilty about what I had done.
I would enter the house quietly, finding Don patiently
waiting, drinking coffee and reading the Times. "I'm
back," I'd say anxiously.
"You look lovely this morning," he'd say, admiring my
"just fucked" look. "Did you have a good night?" he'd
innocently inquire.
"It was OK" I replied, hesitant to go into the explicit
details.
"Come on, I want to hear about it. Was he good in bed or
not?" he wanted to hear exactly what had happened.
"Of course he wasn't as good as you," I replied then I'd
share the intimate details. Don would get so aroused
listening to my story that we would usually end up in
bed, making love within minutes of my return.
I wanted to keep our marriage bed just for us and not
bring a lover back there. Eventually, Don talked me into
bringing my date back to our house. Actually, I felt
safer knowing Don was there to watch after me on our
home video security system. He would record the sex and
later we would watch together. The video of me as being
ravaged by a stranger while lying in our marriage bed
was intensely erotic.
While watching, we would be stirred to incredible
passion, making love as if it were our first time. My
husband was especially fond of fucking me while my pussy
was still filled with another man's cum. He relished
performing oral sex on me, licking the stranger's cum
from me before filling me with his own. This seemed to
be his penultimate fantasy, sharing his wife with
another man.
Now after several years, I share his obsession and find
offering myself to another man, reassuring to my sense
of being an attractive and desirable woman. My self-
confidence has improved and I find myself more poised in
both business and personal relationships.
Of course, men are never satisfied. Now my husband is
talking about me having a child, not his but another
man's child! When he first suggested it, I thought, "He
must be crazy" and went to bed early, refusing to even
discuss it further. But with his usual persistence, he
kept it up, suggesting it each time we watched a video
of another man unloading his sperm into my womb.
"Just think about how sexy it would be to have another
man's baby, especially if the baby was black. Everyone
would always know that you had been fucking another man
and that I was a cuckolded husband," he implored.
Knowing my hesitation partly came from thinking he might
eventually leave me, by using my obvious infidelity as a
reason, Don even drew up a legal document that described
his request and gave me all legal rights to our property
should we ever divorce?
"Seriously, would you really love me if I had another
man's child," I had asked him just last month, after he
brought up the subject again. He could be so relentless,
obsessing about his sexual fantasies.
"Of course Kris. It would be the ultimate sign that you
love me. After all you would be fulfilling my ultimate
fantasy. Please let another man impregnate you," he
begged, holding my hand, his gaze pleading me to say
yes.
"I'll think about it," I said, shaking my head in
wonderment, trying to understand and defuse his
obsession.
"But I do want a family and am going off the pill so
think carefully about whether it's you or another man
who makes love to me next" Maybe that would give him
pause, making him realize the potential consequence of
his demands.
Don, my husband is a handsome man, six foot three inches
tall and very well built, not overweight, with a nice
butt and very sexy abs. He has a nice cock but, and
there is always a "but", it is only six inches long,
even when I lovingly take it between my lips, bringing
it to full erection. No matter, we have great sex
together and he satisfies me using his skillful tongue
and gentle hands. Don loves me enough that he has
allowed me to experience a larger cock on multiple
occasions.
Most recently, we tried swinging with another couple.
The man was an extremely well endowed nine inches. I
still recall his cock against my cervix, feeling his
sperm flooding my womb. Don is very careful in selecting
our partners just so I can fuck them bareback, blessing
me with a more intense orgasm. He shares in the sex by
devouring my cum-filled sex each time I return home.
I recalled these memories as Don escorted me to my
judge's chambers, his hand resting on my waist,
producing a slight tingling that excited me. Once there,
I slipped off my robe, watching Don's eyes widen as I
stood wearing only a sheer bra, thong and stockings.
"Like this outfit?" I asked, teasing him. I had been
turned on all day wearing just lingerie under my judge's
robes. It had taken lots of nerve to wear that in the
courtroom. All day long my nipples had been erect and
exquisitely sensitive brushing against the robes' soft
fabric. Just walking to my judge's desk had been almost
enough to make me orgasm.
"Do you think anyone knew what a sexy woman was hiding
underneath those robes?" Don said.
"I hope not or my days as a judge are finished," I
answered. "It was really hard to concentrate while
wearing this outfit."
I'm proud of my appearance, even after turning thirty
I'm not much different that my college years. Blessed
with a full, natural figure, 34C-24-25, I'm able to
dress in sexy and suggestive clothes that most women
only dream of. At parties, I frequently am told that I
should have been a model or should try to pose for
Playboy (another fantasy that Don would love me to
fulfill). To keep this fit, I work out constantly, just
another price to pay for looking good and keeping my
husband happy.
"Kris, remember our last swinging partner?" he asked,
breaking into my reverie.
"Of course, how could I forget that hunk of a man. And
his cock, oh how good it felt" I replied with an
involuntary shiver. "That was a wonderful treat. Thank
you so much, but I think we both enjoyed it, didn't we?"
I looked questioningly back at him, knowing he had
thoroughly appreciated watching my seduction.
"Well, tonight is going to be even better. Remember my
fantasy of you having a black lover?" Don asked.
As I heard those words, my mind flashed quickly to a
scene in one of our favorite porn DVDs. In the movie, a
petite blonde was being pounded by a tattooed and
muscular black man. His cock was extraordinarily thick,
long and stretched her tiny pussy. Her perfect white
skin was an erotic contrast to his dark black cock as it
slipped inside her.
Recalling the image of this beautiful woman being taken
so completely, dominated so thoroughly, made me shiver
with anticipation. When I reached over to caress my
husband's cock, I knew my "going black" had the same
effect on him. I leaned over and passionately kissed
him, letting him know I was thrilled about his surprise.
"Not so fast girl, you need to save your energy for
later" he said, pushing me away.
"Okay, but why don't I give you a little special
attention now?" I said, kneeling and unzipping his
pants. Pulling out his hard and throbbing cock, I smiled
deviously at him and took it in my mouth. I could taste
his pre-cum as my tongue swirled around the tip. He held
my head, forcing his himself between my lips. Within a
few minutes, he was groaning with pleasure and I could
feel him ready to erupt. With a valiant effort, I held
my breath and kept his cock buried deep until he came
with a desperate groan.
"That was a perfect way to start the weekend, you little
slut" he said as his cock slipped from my mouth. "I hope
you show the same enthusiasm when you meet tonight's
guest, he's waiting at home for you. Remember, act like
the slut I love, not a judge and let him be in charge.
Now clean up and head out to your car and remember to
act like the secret slut you are. We'll be waiting at
home for you."
I watched my husband leave, hungrily admiring his firm
butt and wondering whom he'd selected for tonight's
seduction. Again, my mind flashed back to the video and
I imagined myself in the female role, my legs open and
my pussy filled by a huge, black cock. I shuddered
involuntarily anticipating how my pussy would feel
stretched and full of cum . I knew my husband would find
it sexy watching me and I hoped tonight would be
satisfying for both of us.
My husband waved as he left for his drive home. I took
down the red, Herve Leger bandage dress I'd brought for
the evening. Cut low in front and barely reaching mid-
thigh it hugged every curve and felt ever so sexy to
wear.
With butterflies churning my stomach, I checked my
makeup and applied a deep red lip-gloss that matched my
long, manicured nails. Last night I had spent an hour at
the salon, letting a tiny Vietnamese girl work her
magic. I left the salon wearing long and very
impractical but extremely sexy artificial nails. All day
long I had been struggling, trying to type and even
button my robe, hindered by my lack of dexterity.
"Why do men love anything that makes a woman's life
impractical or difficult?" I thought. "I'm wearing four
heels that are impossible to walk in. My nails are long
enough to poke out my eye when I put on makeup and my
dress is barely enough to cover my boobs and butt." Then
I looked in the mirror and saw just why I had gone to
all the trouble. Really, I looked fantastic. Very sexy
and not at all like the respectable woman most thought
me to be.
"I guess the real purpose is to get a man into the mood
for sex. Really, there's not much else I can do dressed
like this" I thought to myself.
It took a moment to add deeper blush to my cheeks and to
emphasize my blue eyes with eyeliner and dark grey eye
shadow. Working until I had a seductive, smoky eye
appearance, I checked my reflection in the mirror,
seeing my face change from professional woman to "I'd
love to have sex with you." Reaching for my bag, I
pulled out a multi-strand gold necklace that dangled
down between my breasts. Large gold hoop earrings and
several sets of gold bangle bracelets went on next.
Standing back, I turned, checking my appearance; it was
sexy, suggestive and clearly meant to convey my
availability. No one would recognize me as an uptight
lawyer and municipal judge. My clothes and makeup had
transformed me into any man's ultimate fantasy woman.
Finally ready, I grabbed a small clutch purse, just big
enough to hold my lipstick and mobile phone.
"I hope no one sees me dressed like this," I said to
myself as I left the office, my heels echoing along the
empty hallways. Realizing I was wearing exquisite
designer clothing, incredible shoes and jewelry worth
thousands, I considered myself a very lucky girl.
"I hope my husband and whoever he has waiting for me,
appreciates all this effort," I thought.
Not wanting anyone in the building to see me dressed
like a slut , I took the back elevator to a secluded
stairway connecting to the basement parking deck. There
was no security camera but I had used it many times
before and always felt safe. Walking down the stairs, I
was hoping no one from the court would see me.
The stairwell was dimly lit, with only the sounds of my
heels breaking the ominous silence. My dress was tightly
fitted which combined with my stiletto heels, meant I
had to step carefully down the stairs. Arriving at the
basement level, I felt a shiver of apprehension pass
through me; it was so quiet and foreboding. Suddenly, I
was aware of someone standing in the shadows just beyond
the door. Before I could react, a man stepped out,
blocking my exit.
"So the judge is sneaking out for a night of fun?" I
heard a familiar voice say. Turning towards the sound, I
gasped with surprise and fear as a large black man
approached and grabbed my wrists. Unfortunately, I
recognized him as a prior defendant that I had sentenced
to jail for domestic abuse and drug trafficking
offenses. He had been smoking in the stairwell and was
just as obviously surprised to see me.
Feeling his hot breath on my neck I stammered, "You'd
better let me go," but I couldn't muster much conviction
as I said it.
Held captive, I kept still, his body just inches from
mine. Normally I carry a gun or mace but the only things
in my small clutch were makeup and my cell phone.
Knowing I was meeting a new lover, I usually would carry
at least a condom, but at Don's request I had none
tonight. He had promised me a night of safe, bareback
sex.
Trying not to show my fear, I watched him closely as his
eyes roamed from my face, down my body, appreciating the
seductive outfit I was wearing.
"Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat, real eye candy," he
laughed. "Never knew you had such good body hidden under
your robe."
"So, it looks like the judge is planning a night of
partying. Unless she has started adopting the slutty
look in her courtroom," he said. "Maybe you're looking
for a night of fun after putting a few more brothers
away. Does all that power turn you on?" he taunted.
He struck home with the comment about me being ready for
a night of fun. He was dead wrong about me owing him
anything but I didn't think he wanted to hear that
argument. Even though I was expecting to be fucked by a
strange black man, I didn't want to be raped in a
stairwell by an abusive ex-con. Rape was about violence
and submission, not about sex.
I wondered if he was interested in revenge or planned to
hurt me for what had happened. No way did I want to be
seriously injured and my options were very limited. My
mind was racing as I estimated my chances of getting
away from him. Was there any way I could change his
thinking, get his mind off a violent retribution?
"Don't even think of screaming or trying to run," he
said. "There is no one around and it will be much better
for you if you cooperate. I'll bet you've even used that
line before on another brother."
I was backed up to the wall with nowhere to escape as he
pressed his body against mine. Even in heels, he towered
over me. Looking up, I tried to gage his anger. Through
the thin silk dress, I could feel his warmth,
contrasting the cold concrete at my back. His hands held
my wrists as he leaned forward, his hard cock pressed
against my abdomen. It was hard to keep my balance both
physically and mentally.
"NO, PLEASE!" I whispered urgently, begging him to stop
the assault. I could feel my stomach churning with
anxiety. My dress barely covered me and as he pressed
forward, the hem rose, exposing my legs and stockings.
"Look at me woman, I'm in control here, not you. In this
hallway, you're not a judge. To me you are just another
bitch, looking for a man to make her squeal. You belong
to me tonight and I'll do with you as I please," he said
menacingly.
Again I could only whimper, "No please. I'll do anything
you want," at which point he began laughing.
"Of course you will. You're mine tonight girl. No other
options. Understand?"
"You can either like it or not but stuff is going to
happen. I don't mind doing time for it either. I'll be a
legend back in jail for getting to fuck you. I'm sure
the man will eventually find something else to lock me
up for, so it might as well be something I'll enjoy."
Hastily I assessed my chances of escaping as extremely
unlikely. I could lift my knee into his groin,
momentarily stunning him but could I escape? Running in
heels and this dress would be difficult. Plus, what
would he do to me if he caught me again? Probably beat
me like he had done to his past victims. Could I
manipulate him in any way? I wondered.
He seemed to read my mind and reached down with a
scarred, tattooed hand, lifting the hem of my dress to
expose the lace tops of my Dior stockings. "Whoa! So the
judge has a sexy side she keeps hidden," he exclaimed.
His hand reached higher, exposing my bare upper thighs
and shaved pussy.
"This is amazing. A bare white slit just begging for
some black cock. Did you do this just for tonight?" he
asked while his finger touched my exposed clitoris and
smooth, soft skin.
"My husband likes me this way and I always try to please
him," I said without thinking. Why hadn't I worn any
panties? Now this guy assumes I'm a total slut and he'll
have no hesitation about fucking me. He'll probably just
think I'll enjoy it no matter what he does to me.
"No, what I mean is this is a special occasion. I'm
meeting my husband and a friend for dinner. They'll be
expecting me and come looking I don't arrive or call
soon," I said, hoping to dissuade him.
"What kind of girl shaves her pussy and dresses like
this to meet her husband and a friend?" he thought out
loud. "Maybe the kind of bitch who likes a little extra-
marital sex," he said, smiling knowingly back at me.
"Maybe a woman who likes more than one man," he said.
"Someone who just can't get enough cock."
While talking, he fingered my clit for a moment, causing
me to gasp involuntarily. His fingers soon found my
soaking wet slit and his eyes opened with amazement. "So
the judge is already wet?" he said. "Maybe she likes the
idea of a black cock inside her?" The excitement of my
planned liaison had betrayed me.
"I was expecting to meet someone," I said, immediately
realizing I should have said "my husband" rather than
"someone." What was wrong with me, my thinking was too
slow. Somehow I had to turn events in my favor.
"I meant, I was thinking about sex all day and that's
why I'm so wet. Do you actually think you're making me
wet?" I retorted. Immediately I regretted that,
realizing it could only serve to make him angrier.
"So I'm not good enough for you?" he replied. A sneer
appeared on his face. I sensed things were going badly
for me. I had to keep my wits and not say such stupid
things.
"Ah, I understand, the judge has something going on the
side. Maybe your husband isn't man enough to satisfy
you. Am I right?" he said looking at me with his hand
still fingering my pussy. His hand felt rough and was
not going to be stopped by my futile efforts.
"Maybe he's one of those small-dicked white boys with
lots of money but nothing to offer a woman like you," he
said.
"No.... I mean maybe.... I mean I was going to meet
someone" I tried to answer him but he knew I was lying.
Dressed like this, wearing a revealing dress, stockings,
stiletto heels, with no panties, it was obvious I was
planning on being seduced. Now he found me standing in a
dark hallway with an already soaking wet cunt, and
nothing I said would change his impression. I shivered
with fear, anticipating what he might do to me. I didn't
fear the sex, just the violence I knew he was capable
of.
"You're right," I admitted. "I was incredibly turned on
tonight. I am having an affair with another man. I had
planned on seducing him and was dreaming of having sex
with him. That's why I'm so wet"
"Finally, a little honesty from the judge," he said and
deftly slipped two large fingers inside my sex.
I couldn't help but respond, it was so unreal being held
captive and yet a part of me wanting to be seduced. "Oh,
oh," I softly replied, not resisting his advance, I
parted my thighs allowing his penetration. Showing
tremendous strength, he almost lifted me off the ground
with his hand buried in my sex.
"Does the judge like this? Maybe she wants to be taken
by a bad brother," he guessed correctly, without knowing
I had planned exactly that for the evening.
I could have screamed but no one would hear. Plus, I
didn't really want him to stop. I just didn't want him
to hurt me. Don and I had planned on me seducing a black
man tonight and here he was. Not safe and protected like
we intended but very real and infinitely more exciting.
Although this could be potentially violent, it was also
a terribly erotic scene. Don would want me to have sex
with him, I was certain of that. He would want to hear
every detail of whatever I did.
"What's the matter, have you suddenly lost your way with
words," he asked.
"No I was just thinking about my husband and what he'll
think about this," I said truthfully.
The outcome of similar situations was something Don and
I dealt with daily. I could hear Don's voice, the
defense lawyer saying, "But your Honor, this woman was
dressed way too suggestively. She was sexually teasing
my client and asking for it. It was obvious that she
wanted to have sex and my client just obliged her. Now
she is claiming otherwise."
Jesus, what kind of trouble did I get myself into this
time I thought. I need to get his mind off revenge and
get him to concentrate on sex. I can deal with that and
my husband will even enjoy hearing about it.
"Let's go back up to my office where we can be much more
comfortable. I have a large leather couch there," I
suggested. At least I would feel safer there.
His eyes opened wide with surprise at my proposal, which
is just what I had hoped for. I surprised him with my
offer but what would he do? Going back into a courtroom
might trigger a violent reaction.
"Tell you what. You're such a smart lady, I'll let you
go if you want to escape," he said calling my bluff. He
understood the legal system well. If I volunteered to
take him back to my office, he wouldn't be a rapist. The
act would become consensual sex. He stood back and
offered to let me pass to my car.
Here was my chance. I could escape, maybe, if he was
serious, and get home to be seduced by different black
man. Or I could stay and feel what is was like to have
sex with a man following several years of abstinence.
Knowing that I had put him away, denying him sex, he
would be merciless. An image of him thrusting his cock
into me flashed in my imagination.
Unexpectedly, my desire rapidly flared, overcoming my
fear, preventing me from walking away to my car. Looking
up at him, I realized that I didn't want to flee. There
was no way either of us wanted it to end without his
black cock buried inside my white pussy.
Nervously, I pulled my dress back down and looked
towards the door and then back at him. His face was
rough and several gold teeth gleamed in the dim light.
His thick arms and muscular neck were covered with
tattoos, ominous and menacing.
I knew he had a violent past so why did I want to
surrender to him? How would I feel, making love to a
criminal in my judge's chambers? It would certainly be
more comfortable than in the stairwell and definitely
safer, excepting for the fact I was off my birth control
and I didn't have any condoms.
"Ok, really. I'll do it if you promise not to hurt me."
I acquiesced.
"You need to beg for it," he growled at me impatiently.
Making me be submissive was going to be a real power
trip for him. "Let me hear you ask me to fuck you"
Trying to maintain some control, I used a steady voice
"I want you to make love to me. Right now, I was
planning on being seduced tonight and you obviously need
some relief after the two years I put you away. Let's go
upstairs to my office and you can make love to me."
"Not good enough. I want to hear you say the word FUCK
and beg me to do you. Make it sound convincing, just
like a jury would want to hear" he laughed.
I scowled for a moment but knew he had control. "Okay,"
I said. Then I took a moment, flipping my hair back and
adjusted my dress to give me a sense of power.
With a sexy smile and low throaty voice I said, "I want
you to fuck me. I need your big, black cock inside me
and I insist that you fill me with your black cum."
He smiled in return and then I noticed him holding up
his iPhone. "Just in case you change your mind," he
said. Turning his phone towards me, he played back a
video of me asking him to fuck him."
"You SOB!" I said. "What more do you want? I just agreed
to have sex with you. Do whatever you want, just don't
hurt me," I begged. "But if you show that video to
anyone, you're going to ruin my career. Please, don't
let anyone see that, ever," I pleaded. "I'll make you
the happiest man alive tonight if you just promise me
that."
"Now you understand who's the boss. Remember how I asked
for a reduced sentence? You just said no, I had to do
the time. Well now you've got to do the same,
understand?" he growled back at me.
"In fact, let's think of this video as a get out of jail
card for the next time I get into trouble. I'll just put
myself at the court's mercy. Don't you think I'll get
better treatment next time?" he asked insolently.
Stewing with resentment at being manipulated by a street
criminal, I knew he was right. How did I let him get me
to say that? It didn't matter if I was under duress,
once that video hit You-Tube my career would be over. I
was fucked professionally and was about to be fucked
physically in the next few minutes.
With a sweet southern smile, I looked up and trying to
appear relaxed and seductive. "I think we both
understand each other's needs very well. Why don't we go
back to my chambers and have a drink? I can make us a
nice martini."
I turned and walked back up the stairs leading him
along. My short dress gave him a clear view of my bare
bottom as I heard him say, "Sweet, a nice firm ass and
smooth pussy." He ran his hand along my exposed thigh,
brushing my puffy labia. At one moment we passed within
shouting distance of security but I didn't try to call
out.
We had an agreement and he had the video on his phone.
Luckily my hormones were surging, despite the situation
and my body was responding subconsciously. I was going
to be his fuck toy for the next hour and hope that
satisfied him.
His hand rested on my butt as we entered my office.
"I've never seen the inside of a judge's office before
and now I'm going to see my cock inside a judge!" he
joked. "Now let's see what's underneath that dress" he
said.
Obediently, I reached back to unzip my dress. As the
delicate fabric peeled off my shoulders falling to the
floor, his eyes flashed with hunger. Standing nude
except for my stocking and heels, my body was
tantalizingly displayed.
My firm C cup breasts, naturally small waist flared
slightly to my hips, creating a sensual profile. Having
shaved my bush, my slit was revealed, his eyes focusing
there as the dress fell away. Unfortunately, my body had
betrayed me with my erect nipples and glistening slit
revealing arousal.
"God, you are some sexy woman, maybe the hottest white
chick I've ever had. I'm going to enjoy fucking you
tonight!" he exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like me" I smiled at his response,
realizing that I had become a willing sex partner but
more importantly, that he was in a much better mood.
Stepping out of my dress, I strode over to him, my hips
moving suggestively. Reaching him, I tilted my head
back, pulled his face down to mine and kissed him.
Our lips met and I felt his tongue hungrily explore my
mouth. I pressed my body to him and he responded,
pulling us together. My bare breasts flattened against
his chest, my nipples radiating pleasure, I melted into
him. Consciously, giving myself to him, wanting him to
find me attractive and sexy I yielded to his attention.
"I want you to take me," I whispered in his ear as he
grabbed my bare butt and lifted me off the floor. "I
want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum. I'm off
birth control and I hope you make me pregnant," I
admitted, voicing the desire my husband had planted in
me.
Lifting me until my breasts were level with his face,
his lips sucked and excited each one in turn. "Oh yeah,
these tits will do just fine, giving milk to a little
black bastard," he said. "Every time he sucks your milk,
you'll remember my black cock buried inside you,"
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as he bit my left nipple, mashing
his face against my breast. I felt my juices flowing and
I was hoping his cock was large. He carried me over to
my desk set me down. The cold granite top gave my
burning sex a moment's relief.
Clearing my desk with a powerful sweep of his arm, he
made room for me to lie back. Leaning back on my elbows,
I stared lustfully at his powerful figure, a huge bulge
in his pants revealing what I hoped was a monstrous
cock.
With a quick motion, he spread my legs, bringing his
pelvis against mine. Responding, I wrapped my stocking
clad legs around him. His hands reached down, unzipping
his pants and exposing a marvelously huge black cock. It
was hard, throbbing with his blood, a drop of pre-cum
visible on its tip.
Normally, I love giving head but there was no way I
could even get more than the tip of his mammoth cock in
my mouth.
"God, I need that fucking cock inside me," I said, as I
reached down to rub it along my slit.
"Judge needs to beg for it," he growled back at me.
I had no problem with that, he was in charge and I was
just there for the fucking. My psyche was enjoying
surrendering to this physically powerful man. "Please
fuck me. I want you to fill me with cock and plant your
sperm deep inside me." That made him smile, a judge
begging him to impregnate her.
"OK baby, let's see if you can fuck as good as you
look," he said, sliding the tip of his cock along my
slit. Mesmerized, as a cobra's victim might be entranced
before the fatal strike, I watched him slowly insert it
into my sex.
"OH MY GOD!" I could only gasp at its warmth and size,
enjoying being stretched more than I could ever hope
for. He kept pushing his cock deeper until it touched my
cervix. I was full of him yet he was still only halfway
inside of me.
Stopping for a moment, he looked at me, saying, "Baby
likes big black cock, doesn't she? How would you explain
having a black baby to your husband?"
How did he suspect that my husband actually wanted me to
have a black child, I thought. I was already full with
his cock but wanted even more of it in me. "Put it all
in. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside my
sex. Don't listen if I beg you to stop. Keep doing it
until you erupt, then leave every drop of your cum
inside my womb. Give me two years of sex."
He laughed loudly, and then looked at me strangely
realizing the meaning of what I had just said. "You're
right, its time I got back for the bad breaks I've had.
Lady, you are going to be fucked like you have never
been before. Don't forget that you begged for it. I'm
not going to stop until I feel I'm even with the system
for fucking up my life," he was shouting now. It
frightened me but I was so sexually excited that I only
could nod yes in agreement.
It was one of the most exciting moments of my life as he
thrust against my pelvis, burying his cock deep within
me.
"Oh my god!" I screamed as the full force of him
overcame the futile resistance of my sex, filling me
with indescribable sensations.
His mouth sucked, nibbled then bit my breasts. My
nipples felt on fire as he savaged them. I held his face
firmly to my bosom, offering myself to his hungry body.
Then he took my hands pulling my arms above my head,
holding me captive. He had a crazy gleam in his eyes
that was more frightening than anything I had ever seen.
But at the same time his cock felt so good as he rammed
it in and out of my cunt. I kept my legs wrapped around
his body submitting to him, not resisting his furious
rape.
Waves of passion flooded over me and I called out "Yes,
yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" My first orgasm came
quickly, with his black cock buried in me, and his teeth
biting my left nipple until I screamed with pleasure and
pain. "Oh God, that is good, go on and keep fucking me,"
I moaned as he lifted his mouth to mine.
I could feel his cock pressed against my cervix as he
kissed me roughly. I let his tongue explore mine,
enjoying his masculine taste. I couldn't get enough of
him and had rarely experienced this level of passion.
Moving my hips against him, I tried to get him entirely
within me. He smiled at my hunger and lifted my legs
straight up, totally exposing my cunt to his cock.
I looked at my thin white legs contrasted against his
muscular chest, my black heels resting on either side of
his neck. He began to stroke in and out, each time his
cock struck my cervix, bringing a whimper from my lips.
I braced my arms on the desk, loving how he took control
and made me grateful I was a woman. Every stroke brought
me closer to another orgasm. It was hard to catch my
breath. He kept fucking me for the longest time, I was
over-stimulated, begging him to stop and give me a rest.
Pulling out of me, he ordered me to stand and lean over
the desk. His cock was positioned against my sex.
Bending forward, my breasts and belly were pressed
against the granite desktop. The stone felt refreshingly
cool, giving me a moment of relief. Then he grabbed my
waist with his large hands and I felt his cock enter me
from behind. It was so fantastic, I felt it stretch me
in a new direction, touching my g spot and bringing
another wave of pleasure.
"Does that feel good? Now you'll never want to have a
small little cock again," he teased.
Normally I'm not quiet during sex but all I could think
of what how good this felt. "I love this, keep it up.
Jesus, please don't stop," I moaned.
Now he began fucking me with even more intensity. With
each powerful stroke, I knew he was taking out his
frustration on me. By now we were both out of control,
in a sexual frenzy. I begged him to fuck me, talking
like a slut, a wanton whore.
"Fuck me. Fuck me! Oh my god!" I exclaimed. Then, I felt
him shudder and groan with excitement. His cock throbbed
inside me and I realized he was going to cum.
"Hold your cock inside me. Don't let any of your cum
escape!" I cried.
I felt his hands grab my shoulders and he forced himself
even deeper into my pelvis. He reached downwards,
grabbing my breasts harshly in his hands. Pain and
pleasure surged through my body as he mashed my breasts,
pinching my nipples until I cried out. His cock was
forced up against my cervix as his cum flooded my sex.
Wave after wave of orgasm enveloped me as his sperm
flooded my womb. I tightened my vagina around his
wonderful cock, holding his sperm inside my fertile
belly.
"God, that is so good" I moaned with contentment as his
cock finished ejecting its millions of sperm. He held me
there for a few minutes making sure his seed was
planted. I did not move at all, enjoying the feeling of
being totally possessed and completely satisfied. This
had been the most exciting sex I had ever experienced.
As he pulled away, I felt empty as his cock slipped
outside my sex. Exhausted, I lay there, feeling the cool
granite against my overheated body.
"Judge you are one great fuck. I'll have to surprise you
again sometime. OK?" he said, as he put his shirt and
pants back on.
I stood up, unconcerned by my nakedness, still wearing
just my stockings and heels, but now with a very
satisfied smile and a dribble of cum running down my
inner-thigh. My breasts were still reddened from his
savage attack and my pussy was still filled with his
sperm.
"I would like that very much. Just warn me so I can
dress appropriately for you," I replied with a sexy
smile. "Now get out of her before we both get in trouble
with the law," I joked, escorting him out the back door
of my chambers.
Smiling contentedly, I cleaned myself up, straightening
my hair and makeup. I could still feel the warmth of his
sperm inside me as I tidied up my desk. Thankfully my
dress was still presentable, so I put it back on and I
left the office for home. As I walked to my car, I
suddenly remembered that Don was waiting there for me
with his surprise, another wonderful, large black cock.
I was going to get fucked again yet tonight.
What a great way to start a weekend!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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