Slutty Judge: Military Highway

Eight years after the divorce and I found myself hooking up less and less. I talked about it with Sandra and she first thought I wanted us to get back together, but I reminded her that couldn't happen.

"I want cock," I told her as she laughed.

"Well did you always like other men," she asked as we talked on the phone.

I broke it down to when we first stopped having sex, and she thoroughly admitted my weight gain was the main reason for her posture in bed.

"At the same time, sex just didn't do it for me," she said as the recap would go on for three hours.

I hung up the phone feeling more relieved as she educated me about us, and the possibility that I could fall in love to be married again. It was midnight when we finished our conversation and I was wide awake, but didn't choose to look out on the water for my thoughts to wander into the possibility of me searching for cock. I forced myself to sleep, and woke the next morning feeling refreshed, then took a shower before getting dressed for a Saturday morning ride. I had a tank full of gas, and it was a beautiful 67 degrees as I didn't know where I was going, just driving around.

"Wouldn't expect to see you in this part of the world, your honor," I heard a voice say.

I stopped at a Starbucks located on Military Highway in Norfolk, and ordered an iced caramel macchiato when a deep voice spoke to me from behind. I turned as I was a bit startled to find Carlton, a fellow justice from Norfolk who was sitting, reading a newspaper.

"I creep across the bridge from time to time," I told him.

We started conversation once I received my drink, and I sat with him at the table.

"Long time, my friend," said the tall lawman.

Carlton was a black guy, who stood maybe six feet tall as one of the more senior judges in the state. He was rumored to retire in the next year, but carried so much legal knowledge, and grace within himself that he was admired by us all.

"Beautiful day on this side of the Berkley," he said to me. "What are your plans?"

"No plans, Carl. Just riding the wave of a nice day, with clear thoughts," I replied.

Carlton with his fine, dark brown skin, had the perfect hairline, and correct teeth to match his persona. He was in his early 60s like me, but with a youthful appearance as shown through his slightly muscular arms.

"I finished my five mile run, then decided to come up here to sulk a bit," he told me, reminding me of how out of shape I was, and of shame. "Maybe one of these days you'll join me?"

"I can't do the run, but I could sling some weights for sure," I said to him.

He chuckled as he folded up his paper, and we started to actually talk more in depth.

"I think I'm hanging it up," he said of his career. "38 years of dealing with law. It's time, Steve."

I myself felt where he was coming from for I wasn't too far behind in tenure.

"I catch myself having less passion for the cases, being more abrupt with counsel on their small mistakes. Plus, all my relationships have suffered with me being so dedicated to the robe," he added.

Carlton rambled as I sipped my drink through the straw, and I would see a look across his face of being weary.

"I have yet to experience a faithful relationship," he said.

"Well, you're a great looking guy," I told him. "Lemme ask you: Did you ever have any children?"

"Not one," he said. "None of the guys I've been with wanted any."

Carlton gave me hints he might've been a "gold star," the type of guy at that point, but I wasn't thinking of any union.

"I know you've got three," he said. "You've got it made."

We both laughed before I informed him it wasn't easy, but explained how they helped shape my successes in life.

"You still single these days," he asked.

"I am," I answered.

"Still on your best behavior," he asked as he heard of my indecencies.

We ended up chatting into the late morning, and him offering to hang for dinner later, or the next day.

"I bought a new smoker and got a brisket marinating," he said.

We both stood up to share a hug when I accepted his invite, and I melted while I felt his hard body during our embrace.

"I could get used to that," I told him.

"Don't," he said before winking at me as he pulled away.

My hugs with Sandra through our union were genuine, but I never had it like this, me as the inferior in receiving his dominant, semi intimate side. I ended up at his place hours later after learning he lived in Ahoskie, North Carolina, almost two hours from the coffee house where we met unexpectedly. Carlton's house was fit a for king, as he had a two story, brick structure with tall windows, and a wrap-around driveway that stretched literally from the front of the house, to the rear.

"I'm sitting on two acres," he said after I asked how much land he owned. "But if I retire, I may sell it and go further south."

Carlton's "big dog" status was well earned from his extensive history in law, and it showed with numerous degrees on the walls of his living room accompanied by photos stretching back to when he was a law student. He gave a tour of his home and I saw flicks of him in an afro, dated from the 70s when he was first on the scene as a junior attorney. I saw a wall of progression while he led me down one of his hallways, seeing photos dated from the 80s when he became an elected official for the City of Norfolk as a Commonwealth's Attorney, to when he caught-on-camera appearances with local celebrities, and his first photo donning the robe.

"One sexy man," I told him as he once was much heavier than his current appearance.

And he laughed, then slightly dismissed my compliments before he led me to his bar to pour us drinks.

"Gin and tonic would work," I told him as I sat at the counter adjacent to his kitchen and dining room.

I, too, had a wondrous property, but it didn't compare to my handsome, fellow noble servant. He even showed his bartending skills as the drink had the perfect amount of gin, and he poured himself the same before we made a toast to friendship.

"You know, I don't just allow anyone to my house," he said after our first sip.

We finished our first drink, and ended up with our shoes off on top of the living room couch kissing as the both of us became frisky.

"I'm just some regular Peter," I joked as he was on top of me.

He had his hand in my shirt as he caressed my tits, and stuck his tongue in my mouth while being in complete control. I felt Carlton's fat, black cock as it poked my stomach through his shorts, but I wouldn't rush our encounter.

"Say we come out of these clothes," he asked.

"I think we should," I told him as he helped me out of my shirt first.

I laid back and enjoyed him tongue lapping at my nipples savagely as I squirmed.

"You're making my hole whistle," I whispered as we clasped hands together while he licked me.

He stopped to get off me, then stood before me to undo his belt, and unzip his shorts to show off his curved cock. I gently grabbed the base and massaged it, feeling his veiny projectile as it throbbed. I rubbed it from the hairless base to the tip, where it seemed the hardest as it poured strings of precum. I leaned completely forward while sticking my tongue out to touch the tip, then of course I closed my lips at the foreskin before sliding it in and out of my mouth. Carlton's meat was sweet and salty, and felt good across my lips while I twirled my neck.

"Feel good," I asked.

"Damn good, judge," he answered as my left fingers tugged at his big nut sack, and he let out a deep groan.

I felt the bend in his cock and wondered how it would feel stretching my hole. My best anal orgasms came from hooked cocks, and the more I thought about him inside my cave, the harder I sucked on that cock. He made me slow down as I turned into a nastier slut with the slurping, and extra suction. I stood up, and we kissed before he grabbed me by the right hand to take me down one of the hallways to the bedroom.

"Bet you never thought you'd be in this position," he told me as I climbed into a sling.

We didn't make it to his bedroom, but to a separate space called "The Play Room." It was more of a room dedicated strictly to lewd acts, where he had a fucking machine (on wheels), whips and chains among other things. There was a refrigerator full of sodas, beer, and other refreshments right beside a chest that contained different lubricants. He convinced me he needed full control by putting me in a sling, then he presented the fuck machine which had an 11 inch dildo attached to.

"Your cock would be better," he told me.

"And you'll get it, but let's have some fun first," he said as he lubricated the "green colored" cock.

He claimed he had it custom made to resemble "The Incredible Hulk," and I took another look at the plastic prick to see it was the exact color of the figurine. He grabbed a remote from the side of the box that was attached, and pressed a button to show off the movement of the toy. It pumped with a rhythmic sound slowly at first, but then he pushed on the button to make it pump harder, and louder as my hole twitched from a foot away. He wheeled it closer to me as I became nervous, and he'd tell me to relax before he slowed it down as he wanted it to penetrate me.

"So you're robbing me of your fantastic cock," I asked as it tapped my rosebud.

He ignored me as he walked over to the head of the sling, and placed his cock in my mouth before the toy poked at my edge. I moaned as it tapped the outer edge of my hole, but then he began moving his hips back and forth before pushing the button to increase the speed of the machine. The green dick was also curved, much like Carlton's, though it poked deep and hard. The rubber material on it felt realistic, from the cock head, to the ridges of the fake veins and bumps. I quickly got used to the long stick while he fed me his, and this pseudo spit roast had me shivering as the knob pressed my prostate while he poked the back of my throat. I was in pure ecstasy as it seemed one second his cock was in me, then the toy as if they worked in unison. I pretended as if a guy looking like the character was ravaging my cunt, while he was banging my throat, and I would cum repeatedly. The anal orgasms were insane like no other, and he promised me that when he'd fuck me, they'd be twice as intense.

"You got a real daddy fucking you now," he said as he laid his claim to being my new lover.

Carlton however was what I needed for all my sexual trysts before him had no real connection.

"I'll dig deep, and give you what you need," he promised as he churned his hips.

He became violent in fucking my throat to make me gag and struggle, then sped up the dildo to where it was pounding deep and hard. I ended up shooting a load from my own cock as I was so throwed by the impact, yet couldn't get enough of getting fucked by the plastic dick. Carlton put his right leg on one of the chains of the sling while he fucked my face, and his balls slapped my forehead. It felt so good I thought I'd pass out, but then he cried out, and released his decadent seed directly down my throat without any resistance from me. Carlton's older cum was truly sweet, and plentiful, as it wasn't as thick as most loads I ingested.

"Good boy," he said as he pulled his soft cock out of my mouth while he stopped the machine.

He left me in the sling for a couple of minutes as he grabbed rags from nearby, and cleaned me completely. This was a new beginning in the chapter of me being a slut, but also confirmation that Carlton was someone I could rid my roster for.

"Thank you," I told him as he reached over to kiss me on the lips.

He'd help me out of the sling, then led me to the kitchen where the delicious brisket was waiting for us to devour.