Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

The first blast of lava-hot cum shot into the back of her throat so hard her head smacked brutally into the top of the hardwood bench. She moaned in sudden pain, but continued sucking for all she was worth. Soon, cum gushed out of her mouth and nose as she struggled to swallow his torrential load.

When Becky's head thudded against the top of the hardwood enclosure, it echoed through the entire courtroom. The judge finally woke up, caught in the midst of the biggest, mast intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his long life! Lost in ecstasy, it was all the judge could do to grab his hefty gavel and strike it savagely atop his bench.

"Aiieeee! Ohhh, case dismissed! Yaaaggghh! Ohhh, I refuse… to… ohhhh… grant this… aaarrrggghhh… divorce!"

The judge continued to bang his gavel as he shot his load into Becky's hungry, sucking mouth. He writhed and moaned in his chair as if he were caught in the grip of an epileptic fit.

Eric and Caroline were suddenly silent. They stared at each other, perplexed.

"What the fuck?" Eric snapped.

"I knew the old boy was senile. But I never expected anything like this," Caroline said, totally amazed.

The two lawyers just stood there dumbfounded, watching the old judge squirm and moan. Eric shook his head and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. Caroline leaned against him and buried her face in his broad shoulder. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The visitors began smirking, and then slowly broke into uproarious laughter until the whole courtroom was resounding with their guffaws and chortling – not to mention the judge's orgasmic moaning and shrieking.

Becky struggled to keep mouth-fucking the old man as he showered her with blast after blast of hot jism. Soon, her face and neck were bathed with slimy cum – and the judge kept blasting away!

In the midst of all the commotion, Ed and Cathy finally looked across the courtroom at each other. Smiles and sparkling eyes soon replaced the gloomy looks they had been wearing all day. Ed quickly got up from behind the table, knocking his chair over as he hastily rushed over to meet his wife.

They embraced heartily, almost falling over as their bodies collided. Ed gave Cathy a deep tongue kiss, reaching behind her to squeeze as much of her ample assflesh as he could grip with his short fingers. Someone in the audience applauded as the couple was reunited.

Ed slipped his wife's arm through his and they quickly made their way through the chaotic throng in the courtroom gallery. The crowd was still laughing and whistling as the couple slipped away through the doors.

Soon, a squad of bailiffs moved in and tried to settle things down. But they only added to the confusion. Before long, the courtroom was filled with a frenzied mass of out-of-control humanity. One of the bailiffs even fired a warning shot through the ceiling, but this only added to the circus-like atmosphere.

And safely under the judge's bench, sweating from the jungle-like humidity and dripping with slippery cock-cream, Becky wiped thick gobs of jism from her eyes and nose. Despite the noise and mayhem all around her, Becky somehow knew that everything was going to be all right!

In the midst of all the confusion in the courtroom, Becky eagerly slipped away unnoticed. The judge was half-conscious, slumped weakly across his chair, and Becky had no trouble pushing him out of the way and making good her escape through the back door.

She had plenty of time to freshen up back at the office before Eric returned from court. Becky was busy filing her nails when her young boss returned.

"How'd it go?" she asked. "You look kinda [missing text]."

Eric shook his head and tossed some papers onto Becky's little desk. "Well, we lost," he said, sighing. "But for some reason, I think we still won. Try and figure that one out."

"Whatever you say," Becky said, smiling knowingly. "You're the boss."

"I just hope I never have to come up before Judge Roark again," Eric said, scratching his chin. "I heard that old guy was not playing with a full deck. And now I know it for a fact. I tell you, you should have been there. You wouldn't have believed it."

Becky ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. The salty taste of the judge's cum still lingered. She savored the old man's flavorful jism as she smiled up at him. If only he knew Becky had been there, too, driving that judge out of his mind! She didn't know what Eric might think. But the important thing was that her plan had worked. Ed and Cathy's marriage was saved.

But even more important was the burning need that still plagued Becky's ever-greedy pussy. As she sat and studied her boss' crotch, she realized that she had been spending too much time satisfying her own need to be fucked. After all, she told herself, that was the idea in the rust place. She was supposed to go out and try to fuck and suck as many cocks as she could to try to put out the fire that raged in her cunt.

She decided that now was the time to act on her desires. If she was ever going to get the overwhelming fucking that she deserved, it was going to be now or never!

Becky sat down her nail file and shifted seductively in her chair, wiggling her pretty ass from side to side. At the same time, she rolled her big tits around in circles, tracing big delicious designs in the air with her hardening nipples. She licked her full pouting lips with the tip of her red tongue, all the while winking at Eric.

But she frowned whew she noticed that he appeared not to notice her seductive movements. Eric looked through the stack of mail on her desk and then turned to walk into his office.

Becky sucked in a deep breath, suddenly distraught. She knew she had to do something quick. Otherwise, it would be all she could do to stop herself from ramming the nearest cock-shaped device into her dripping pussy and fucking herself to a much-needed orgasm. But cramming a finger or a bunch of pencils or a rolled-up magazine up her cunt instead of Eric's big hard cock – especially since his delicious prick was so close at hand – seemed like such a waste. She just had to feel his fiery cockshaft thrusting into her again and again until she gushed out wave, after wave of pent-up pussy-cream.

Becky realized she would have to resort to desperate measures.

"Eric?" she cooed, just before he stepped through the doorway into his office. "Do you like my tits?" The well-endowed young secretary slowly peeled her little shirt-blouse over her shoulders. She pinched her big brown nipples between her long sexy fingers until her delicious tit tips grew hard and erect. She teased the ends of her hard nipples with her long red fingernails.

"Oooo, that buns," she squealed.

Eric glanced up from the handful of mail he had been reading.

"Yeah, sure. I love your tits. Most beautiful tits I've ever seen." Then he started back into his office.

"But wait! Eric! I… I'm glad you like my tits. But… but what do you think about… about this?"

Becky pushed herself up so she could sit on the back of her sturdy chair, pressing her feet firmly into the chair seat for support. She quickly pulled up her skirt and rolled it back around her slim waist. Grabbing the crotchband of her sheer panties, she pulled the nylon fabric out of the way swiftly, revealing her hairy, meaty pussylips. Fresh cunt-sauce flowed out of her pussy and drooled down her thighs and then dripped onto the edge of the chair.

"Huh? Tell me! How do you like my juicy cunt?"

Eric stepped back and grabbed hold of the door-jamb. He did a quick double-take.

"Well, I… ah… I always said I… liked your pretty little pussy didn't I?"

Stroking one of her firm nipples with one hand, Becky began working her other hand into her wet cunt, spreading apart her squishy pussy-flaps with each stroke of her fingers. She rolled her head back, allowing her long shiny hair to spread out across her soft shoulders. Looking back up at Eric, she said, "But when you see my wet pussy… don't you… ohhhhh… don't you feel like sticking your… ohhh… your big fat cock into it?"