Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Caroline was adjusting her blouse and little jacket as she shuffled some papers in front of her client, Cathy Royce. The big woman looked just as unhappy as her husband. She even shuddered now and then as if she were weeping, causing her gigantic tits to jiggle under her thin blouse. Caroline tried to console her client one last time before she addressed the judge.

Walking before the bench, little Caroline called the first witness. After doing so, she stared disdainfully across the room at her rival attorney, Eric Stafford. He looked back and laughed, causing the lady lawyer to intensify her scornful expression.

One after the other, character witnesses were called to the stand. Eric and Caroline engaged in a full-scale battle, trying their hardest to outwit each other during cross-examinations. The judge was growing extremely tired sustaining and overruling various objections raised by the two battling attorneys.

All the while, Ed and Cathy just slumped down into their seats, growing very tired of the whole business. One time they glanced over at one another at the same time. Ed tried to smile and Cathy tried her best to smile back, but something kept them from doing so. They just slumped down deeper into their seats and watched Eric and Caroline fight it out.

At one point the judge even banged his gavel down sharply, stopping the two lawyers in the middle of a heated argument.

"Just whose welfare are we concerned with here?" he asked, his voice resonating deeply from behind the massive hardwood bench. "Are we trying to resolve a divorce question? Or are you two attorneys simply exercised your egos?"

This seemed to silence the courtroom for a few minutes, but before long Eric and Caroline were at it again. The judge resigned himself to slumping down in his big chair until he looked just as bored and disinterested as Ed and Cathy.

And Becky was watching the whole scene unfold. She had been there from the start, but not in the visitors' gallery. She had managed to sneak into the judge's chambers, after bribing one of the bailiffs with a generous view of her tits.

She peered out from Judge Roark's chambers and watched Eric and Caroline slowly but surely lull the entire courtroom into a state of suspended animation. Now is the perfect time, she thought. Becky took a deep breath and slowly opened the door wide enough for her to slip through and into the courtroom. She got down on her hands and knees and carefully crawled toward the almost sleeping judge.

When she was about halfway there, stalking quietly like a beast of prey, Ed noticed her. He shot up quickly in his seat, feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline shoot through his tired body. Becky noticed that he saw her. She lifted a finger to her lips and gestured for him to be quiet. Ed settled back down. Becky smiled back, at him conspiratorially, nodding as if to say, "Everything's going to be all right!"

Slowly but surely, Becky made her way toward the judge. Eric and Caroline were engaged in a heated discussion, arguing over an obscure point of legal reference, and the judge had fallen completely asleep. He snored quietly as Becky approached.

She skillfully slipped in around him, taking refuge beneath the huge wooden box that was the judge's bench. Hunching around in the close confines, she managed to position herself directly in front of the sleeping judge's knees. Cautiously, she eased the bottom edge of his robe up over his shoes. Then she trailed the silky black fabric higher along his calves, until she reached the tops of his socks. She folded the robe back inch by inch.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she peeled more and more of the robe back, expecting to see a pair of under shorts, at least. But the man was completely naked under his robe! Becky followed his bony white legs to his thin thighs. And she was surprised to see the sickly-looking man possessed a powerful-looking cock! As he snored, his big cock rose and fell gently, and his large ballsac dropped against the seat of his chair.

Becky lifted his heavy robe as far as she could. She ducked underneath it like an old-time photographer slipping beneath his black camera shroud. But Becky wasn't there to take pictures. She was there to take a hot load of the judge's sticky jism!

Placing her sweaty hands gently under his wrinkled ball-sac, Becky moved her head closer, flicking her hot tongue all around his soft, tender balls. This caused the old judge to stop snoring for a moment. He breathed irregularly, snuffling short draughts of air through his nose, and almost woke up. But Becky was working ever so gently, lightly caressing his balls and the base of his flaccid cockshaft with just the tip of her hot tongue.

Under her skillful touch, his big cock began to grow. Becky could feel his blood pumping into his cock as she managed to tenderly grip the very tip of his thickly veined prick. She moved slowly to his cocktip and, applied hot feathery flicks of her tongue to his red prickhead. His cock grew harder and harder under her practiced touch, yet Becky was so subtle the old man still slept soundly.

It was getting hotter beneath the judge's bench, but Becky enjoyed the feeling as her body began sweating and her cunt grew juicier. She rubbed her thighs together, squeezing her clit in an excruciatingly delicious embrace between her drooling pussylips. Eric's arguments came through to her as just so much droning through the hard wood of the bench. She kept grinding her throbbing clit between her wet thighs and moaned ever so slightly.

Licking her lips thoroughly, Becky got her mouth ready to take in the head of the judge's hot cock. Tenderly, Becky cased her face closer to the man's big prick and then took in just the tip of his blood-engorged cockhead. Her lips gently squeezed beneath his enflamed knob as she worked up a hot mouthful of spit and bathed his delicious prick-tip.

The judge began stirring restlessly in his chair, but remained asleep, much to Becky's surprise. She felt a little hurt that the important man didn't respond more actively to her skillful blowjob. But that forced her to work all the harder toward bringing this man off. She could almost taste the wonderful hot blast of his sticky cum as she continued to suck fiercely on his cocktip.

Massaging his drooping ball-sac in both hands, Becky moved down the judge's huge cockshaft, trying to take as much of his big fat cock into her throat as she could. As his fiery cocktip finally touched the back of her hot throat, she buried her pert little nose in the crinkly bush of pubic hair that sprouted around the base of his thick cockshaft. As she teased his blood-engorged veins, rolling her tongue around and around his steamy prickshaft, she felt his ball-sac tighten up in her tender grip. She could actually feel his jism beginning to boil in his delicate balls.

In quick, short spasms, she felt his cum beginning to shoot up into the thick rubbery tube on the underside of his fiery cockshaft. She began to move her mouth up and down on his prick as she maintained an agonizingly intense pressure with her flaming lips. Up and down, she mouth-fucked his cock, working faster and faster. Sweat and saliva poured down her chin, matting down his curly pubic hairs. The first drops of salty pre-cum oozed into her mouth and she swallowed them eagerly.

She kneaded his ball-sac less tenderly now, sensing that he was about to shoot his massive load any second. It seemed to Becky's experienced touch that this old man had been saving up a heavy load of cum for quite some time. She could tell that after he blasted off, she would almost be swimming in the sticky stuff!

As she gripped his big balls tighter and mouth fucked his cock furiously, spraying spit and fuck juices all over each time she struggled to take a breath, she could tell that he was now going to blast his wad of jism. She spread her knees wide apart in anticipation, bracing herself for his bubbling load of cum.