The Courtroom

It was early in the morning
The court not yet in session
The prosecutor of the day
Thought he'd teach the judge a lesson

Asked if he could meat with her
With no jury in the court
He would show her his intentions
Would try to keep the meeting short

She said she'd honor his request
Said she'd meat with him at seven
She came dressed sexy, 'neath her robes
Her first case not 'til eleven

She sat at the bench in solitude
As he opened up the door
Her robes were closed around her
As he approached her on the floor

She stood as he walked closer
And she spread her robes apart
What he saw astonished him
Almost stopped his racing heart

Stepping out, from off the bench,
Breasts exposed and nipples taught
Her G string sucked up in her slit
His concerns were all for naught

She said, “Present your arguments,
All the evidence you hold
Before you do, please lock the door
My hot cunt is getting cold”

He locked the door, as he was told
She was not about to budge
His cock was out, as he returned
And he showed it to the judge

She said, “You may approach the bench,
Yours is the next cock on the docket
The evidence, you have, looks right
Better than my pocket rocket”

Came to the bench, with cock in hand
It was both long and thick
She slid her G string to the side
To have his prosecuting prick

Pussy moist in expectation
As they began the fucking race
“If you cum before I do,
There's no doubt, you'll lose this case”

She squeezed him and she teased him
Rubbed her titties on his nose
He pushed her back against the bench
Fucked her with his ample hose

She screamed with satisfaction
As she climaxed on his balls
He shot his load within the judge
He filled full, her legal halls

“My decision is a draw for now
It is you, I know is hung
You still have the case to win today
Unless you do me with your tongue”

He lifted her on top the bench
Spread her cum soaked lips out wide
Looked into the judge's eyes
As he stuck his tongue inside

He licked her firm and standing clit
Stuck two fingers in her slot
Moved them to massage within,
Her bulging, quaking, waiting spot.

When, at last, he found it
He had her squirting to the moon
She gasped, “I am delaying,
my eleven, until noon!”