Slutty Judge: Hooky 4 Nooky

One morning I woke up and looked over the harbor while sipping coffee, then came up with the random idea to play hooky. The sun hadn't risen, yet the morning was brisk and comfortable, a first for weeks during a torrid summer in Virginia where humidity was kicking our ass. I opened my patio door from my bedroom and walked outside in my robe, then sat down on the chair to eye the Norfolk skyline once over. I put down the coffee and went back inside to grab my phone before sitting back down in my comfortable position while the sky was beginning to light. It was beautiful to say the least, and once again I was thankful for such a thing to wake up to every morning. I was also thankful I could call in, and summon cock to my residence by simply going through my phone.

"Why don't you pay me a visit before you cross the bridge," I said to Ethan. "Or better yet, tell that beautiful wife of yours you have meetings this morning to attend."

He did, his cock in my mouth, then in my ass. The handsome Ethan, a young magistrate of Virginia Beach, was someone who "fed me" some months prior, and someone I texted regularly. We talked legal, for he one day wanted to be in my shoes as much as he was in guts, and I had the urge for that again.

"I'm all alone of course," I messaged. "When you wake up, text me, and tell me if I'll be breaking out my silver bullet."

20 minutes later while I played on Grindr, he messaged me back.

"I can be there in an hour," he said.

The sunlight was approaching, and I was outdoors in my robe, and nothing else. Only the neighbors could see me, but they never really paid attention so I remained naked outdoors, enjoying the breeze for a bit. The six foot five New York native was a proud Italian like me, except the 48-year-old married father of four grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He and I first connected at a legal conference in Richmond, with me seeing him speak in front of a raucous crowd about policy, then letting him know how much I admired his gall in addressing issues. We had dinner that night in Shockoe Bottom, then later he took my bottom after a few drinks as he plugged me with his fat, six inch cock. It was hard finding good cock and intellect in the same man in my line of work, so I made sure to remain connected to this stud as much as he wanted the same with me.

"You got any popsicles," he asked.

I said yes, and that was for whenever my grands came to visit, or on occasion I wanted a cool, sweet treat. I did a quick, thorough "freshening up" then put on the robe before waiting patiently in the living room. My doorbell rang shortly after as he was at the door, smiling, wearing workout clothes while smelling like a million bucks.

"The wife is actually out of town," he said with a bulge in his pants.

"We could've done this at your place you're telling me," I asked.

"Absolutely not. My boys are in town, and they wouldn't take too kindly hearing you whimpering," he joked.

He walked through my door sill to kiss me, and slammed my door shut before he wrapped his arms around me. He wore biker shorts which struggled mightily to hide that dick, and so I had to help him release it by getting on my knees, and opening the shorts.

"Dick smells so good," I told him before I made love to it.

I licked the tip for a second or two, before attaching my lips to the upper shaft, feeling it harden in my mouth as he prematurely leaked. I held on to his muscular hips while he ran his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp and motivating me to suck more. I took off my robe and pressed my boobs against his knees, and held on even tighter to this man as I became carried away.

"Watch it," he said as he pushed my head away to keep me from making him cum too soon. "Bedroom."

We took it there once I stood up, and led him down the hallway. He got undressed while I grabbed the remote to turn on some gay black porn, a plethora of videos containing young, black studs who fucked and sucked on each other.

"You do love that black cock," he said.

He heard the rumors about me from other guys as it was known I was a cock slut with some legalmen. I was flattered. I became the talk of the town, and basked in it by letting him know that at this moment, I adored Italian sausage.

"Yours will definitely do," I told him as I climbed on the bed, but faced the television while getting on my knees.

I put my chin on the mattress while he grabbed the lubricant off the dresser, with me seeing that hard dick oozing small spurts of precum on his gorgeous, hairy body. Ethan was a slender guy, with salt and pepper hairs throughout his body, especially around the base of his cock. The unkempt pubes around that cock drove me wild for I loved natural men, and the masculine Ethan was all that, and then some, especially when he toyed with my body.

"How tight is that pussy," he whispered as he positioned himself behind me. "How tight is it?"

He found out after I felt him spread my cheeks, and dive that tongue in my hole for it was the first time in six months anyone played back there. I would see a scene where one chocolate stud was rimming a light skinned, caramel colored guy, the both of them pumped from working out, with the recipient of the rimming cooing like a baby.

"Little motivation," I heard Ethan say as he let that tongue venture in me, the device literally running circles in my hole to hit the most sensitive spots, causing me to squirm.

"You like that ass, baby," I asked as he gobbled on my sweet peach.

Ethan had a doctorate in eating ass for he didn't just put his tongue in, he went deep, and tried to ravage every angle. He had my cheeks spread wide as he even sucked on parts of my hole, putting one lip the bottom of my hole, with the other was on my taint as he tugged. This made me scream for he reached a point where I couldn't tell if I was coming or going. This was pleasure to the highest level, and it galvanized me to receive that fat cock in my hole for a good stretching.

"You ready," he asked as he got sloppy with his tongue.

I laughed and moaned for I was tickled, and aching for him to enter me with that hot prick.

He kept me in that same position as he rubbed lubricant inside me with one of his fingers. He spread the liquid equally before I heard him stroking his cock, and I would see the caramel colored guy getting plowed right as Ethan entered me. I buried my head for a minute as the initial sting was too much to bear, but I wouldn't deny my fellow lawman as he was giving exactly what I needed.

"I know it hurts," he said. "But take it anyway."

He forced that sausage in my bun and kept it still for a few seconds, before retreating completely, and entering again. The angle of the black guys showed the bottom's hole being pinged, the pink crevice puffing up from the assault it took from the jet black stick which turned me on immensely. Ethan caught on to me being enticed and banged me harder, yet hit the g spot as I felt my body shivering. My toes curled as he laid that girthy cock in the right position, just knocking away at my prostate to make me "juice" repeatedly.

"I love it when you get so wet," he said as he slapped his body into mine, hitting it hard, yet I couldn't hit it enough.

I loved the thrust of his hips slapping into my fat ass, and his cock beating my hole like a drum as I watched the video. The top would cum across the bottom's back, but I begged for Ethan to load me up with his hot seed.

"Give me your babies," I told him exactly.

I felt that dick ramming at different parts of my hole as it plowed at the top, then the bottom, then the sides before he kept a consistent motion in the middle. I gripped the covers as he drove in faster, showing that horse power he carried as he himself began to whimper, and slapped into me once more before I felt that hot cum shoot deep in my caverns. He kept it there for a minute as he was still pulsating, and rock hard. He then reached down to put his hands on my tits, and we French kissed as I turned my head to the right side.

"Thank you," I told him once he pulled out that soft cock.

"Steven, I think I needed this just as much as you," he said as he crawled to the edge of the bed.

He walked to his clothes to put them on, mentioning he would shower once he made it work. He got dressed and kissed me before stepping down the hallway to the living room exit, and I turned off the porn, to turn on the morning news. I wouldn't shower, choosing instead to make another cup of coffee, and putting on my robe to lay in our funk the entire day. His cum leaked slowly out of me as I laid in bed, watching what was going on in the world, while sipping coffee, and playing hooky.