My Perverted Judge

Chapter 4

Nicholas

We both knew she lied with the biggest c**k face. This woman is here, legs spread, showing how her pretty little p***y is soaked. I smell her and control myself not to unzip my pants, pull my c**k and sink into her delicious flesh.

“You still haven't answered my question,” I remind her and stare at her, seeing as if her breath is still panting.

- What question? - she pretends to be disillusioned.

“Whether or not you deserve to receive a punishment from me, Miss wanton.

'You are completely mad!' Can I get up? she exclaims, but I pull her arms and lift her body, sitting her on the table and fitting me between her legs.

— Am I crazy? Yes I am! - I confess and bring my hand to her face, caressing and thus trying to be a good man, not wanting to be a complete asshole.

“Let go of me, Your Honor, and no one will know,” she says quickly.

- I can not!

'What do you mean you can't?'

"You have no idea how much I want you..."

— Do you want me? She asks as if surprised.

"Yes, and what's the surprise about that?"

"What would your girlfriend think of that?"

"If I had a girlfriend...

'You don't have anyone then?' she asks, shocked.

“Now I can say that I have.

- I did not understand.

— It's very simple, I have you! I explain, running my hand over her face, feeling the heat emanating from her.

“I'm sorry, sir, but I think you hit your head.

"As far as I know, it's all right, isn't it?"

- Let me go...

- I can not! — I confess and continue: — You have no idea when I received your email...

— Sir, the email was wrong, it was not for you! She interrupts me, red.

"Oh, so if it wasn't for me, then who was it for?" I question, annoyed that I think she could send erotic messages to any man other than me.

— Uh... It was for my friend! she confesses, blushing.

- Hmm...

- Hum what?

“Nothing, it's just that I never thought you were bisexual,” I confess, looking at her and seeing her surprised face. Soon after, she bursts out laughing, so much that she starts crying.

"Do you think I like women?" - She turns to question me, still laughing.

"That's what he implied, now, as you're laughing so hard, I must have been confused."

“Oh, sure you're confused,” she declares. - Come here, I want to tell you something - my wanton asks and says next to my ear, whispering: - I don't like pussy... I love a nice c**k, very thick and tasty. She lets go of it, licks my earlobe and also bites the lobe, making me moan in pleasure.

"Ah, so you're really a wanton..."

“Oh yeah, I'm a slut like that, who loves to watch porn and use a dildo in her p***y.

It was just that I didn't lay her down on the table, opened her up again and attacked her little p***y with my c**k. And I thank God for putting such a woman in my life.

"Keep going..." I ask, excited and running his hand down my pants, adjusting my d**k, dying to explode.

— Are you enjoying it? She teases me, so I take her hand and lead it to my c**k, making me feel like she is because of her.

“He's really hard…” she whispers.

“Too hard, crazy to get to know your little p***y and go deep inside her. I answer and feel her hands going straight to my pants. Dominique unzips and pulls my c**k out. I moan again, only now in relief.

"And then, since we're confessing our very intimate secrets..."

"What do you want to know, my wanton miss?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, I want to know what it's like to taste you..."

"Don't be so..." I answer quickly and take my d**k to her mouth, but before I can put it inside, my wanton says:

"Um... How must he taste?" - She runs her tongue over it and says: - Delicious popsicle...

“Go on…” I beg, groaning.

— Move back a little… — my wanton asks, very seductively, and I obey.

"As you wish, my wanton!" I walk away and help her down from the table. She comes close and takes my hand to my c**k and caresses it, and with the other hand, she pulls my face and whispers:

“I am your wanton, and you are my perverted judge! - she declares, smiling, and without waiting, kisses me very lightly, lets go of my c**k and leaves me.

"Where do you think you're going, miss wanton?" I question when I see her heading for the door.

“I'm going to hit my point back from lunch, you perverted judge! she says, all attractive.

- Come back here! — I order.

"Nobody bosses me around, Your Honor!" She teases and winks at me.

"Of course I'm in charge, you're mine, and I'm yours!" — I declare, I notice that she is surprised and continue: — And you're going to leave me like this? I point to my erection.

— Oh, yes I will! she says teasingly, licking her delicious mouth.

"Oh, wanton, you're going to pay me dearly!" I threaten her, and she smiles seductively, leaving me with my c**k out, dying to f**k Dominique.