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Disorder In The Court
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Disorder In The Court Sitting in the courtroom, waiting for you to come in from your chambers. My eyes focused on your clerk, by anyone’s account, a beautiful young woman. Smartly dressed, her blonde hair pulled back, her shimmering eyes barely concealed by her glasses. “Heather” it says on the name plate in front of her desk. She catches my gaze, smiles and looks away. “All rise,” the court officer bellows, “Court is now in session.” You enter, your black robes flow as you take the bench and begin the afternoon’s docket. My eyes not quickly enough averted from Heather’s legs, I catch your glare. Standing upon completing the roll call, looking at me, “my chambers,” is all you say before retiring through the door. Standing behind your oak desk as I enter, you direct me to the center of your chambers where two sofas face each other, separated by a coffee table. “Sit, counsel,” you command. As I take my seat, you remove your glasses and brush back your dark hair, your green eyes pierce me. “I do NOT appreciate the leering at my staff,” before I can respond, you continue, “I have a good mind to hold you in contempt, but I fear that will only spur your reprehensible conduct,” you finish. “I have no other choice but to use alternative forms of punishment,” holding your hand up, motioning to me not to say a word as you hit the intercom, “Heather, please come in.” Heather sits on the sofa directly across from me, you move and stand next to her. “Was he leering at you, dear?” you say, not taking your gaze from me. “Yes,” she sheepishly replies. “Well, then,” you continue, “time to teach him what leering can do.” Heather’s shy demeanor quickly changes, her demurring smile turns into a grin as her legs part. Her glistening shaved pussy exposed as she slowly trails her fingers down. Her red nails sparkle as she circles her clit. Rubbing and pressing, slowly pulling back the hood as soft moans escape her lips. My eyes nearly pop from my head, watching Heather’s fingers tease her pussy, blood flowing to my manhood, shifting in my seat. “Don’t even think about it,” you say, standing closer to Heather, your gavel now in your hand. Heather’s fingers part her soft lips, probing her own folds, sliding slowly in. Her wrist turns and presses, a second finger joins the first as her moans increase. You lift your leg, your foot on the sofa’s arm rest. My gaze follows your calf up, your patent leather pump reflecting the light, I barely notice as you unzip your robes, revealing your nude body. My bulging shaft rips against my pants, throbbing as I watch you. Heather, without so much as a word, runs her tongue up your leg. Flicking as she moves, without hesitation, buries her face in your pussy. Her fingers now driving into her snatch, I hear her slurping as she devours you. Your head leaning back, your tongue wraps itself around the handle of your gavel as your hips buck against Heather’s hard tongue. Rubbing my throbbing cock through my suit, amazed by you, my lust exponentially increases with each passing second. Your saliva drips down the shaft of your gavel, handing it to Heather, whose tongue I clearly see dancing through your folds, she takes it by the head, slides it through your slit and back, pressing it against your tight bud. An audible gasp escapes my lips, pre-cum soaking through the fabric of my pants, shifting uncomfortably, prevented from joining by your look. Distracted, your body slightly jolts as your eyes close and your head leans back. Heather is feeding your pink asshole the gavel. Losing all grip, I watch as her tongue fucks your cunt and her hands twist the smooth wooden handle into your rose bud. Furiously I rub my shaft through my pants, watching your elastic ring slide down the shaft of the gavel, seeing Heather’s body convulse and twitch as her juices flow over her hands, watching you bounce up and down on her face, driving her tongue and your gavel deeper within you. “Take out your cock and stroke it,” you direct, “I want to see it.” I comply, reaching into my pants, my turgid member springs out. My grip tight as my fist pumps, watching you, watching me, watching Heather fuck herself and you. Pinching your own nipples as you drive your body down, hearing you moan and gush, Heather swallowing all of you as she plies your ass with the gavel. Her fingers furiously ramming into her own snatch, my fist rocketing up and down on the length of my shaft, your body quivers as you cum, moaning loudly, eyes tight, triggering Heather’s release, seeing her squirt her nectar all over your sofa as she writhes. Unable to control it, my trembling cock erupts, gripping and squeezing, my hot load splattering over my suit, rolling down my fingers. A hot mess, I sit there, my own cum covering me. “Put your dick away now,” you say, “I have work to do.” I comply and stand as Heather curls against your leg. “Let’s remember it’s not polite to stare,” your voice trails off, “and I’ll be home at the usual time, so have dinner ready,” you wink as I leave, grinning. ReplyReply AllMove...   |
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