My Perverted Judge

Dominique

The day started like any other: boring and stressful-which is normal when you're secretary to one of the most sought after and respected men in town. He's too hot, too powerful and too sensual for my own insanity and he has that predatory look in his eyes that makes my panties go to waste.

In fact, Nicholas is quite a good boss, except that sometimes I feel like killing him. What's delicious about a man, he's bossy. Who does he think he is? Oh yes, he is the almighty judge. God, this man is perfect in everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Of course, we women are mortal beings and we end up getting turned on by the prospect of just looking. Damn it, Dom, you have to control yourself not to act like a girl in love, after all you're not fifteen anymore. You are already a perfectly grown woman!

Oh, but how I wish he'd take a look at me... But no, the almighty lord doesn't look at anyone, and if he's with someone in the building, surely such women don't say anything.

Is it bad to be jealous of the women he must take? Because, God, this man tastes as good as chocolate-and he must be even tastier if I pour chocolate syrup all over his beautiful, delicious body. I myself have no problem licking every bit of that man show.

I have to stop thinking about my judge Nicholas, he is a forbidden man! The head asks, but the heart seems to jump for joy every time he arrives.

I look at the clock and see that he is less than five minutes away from entering the room. This man, in addition to being very hot, is very responsible. Now, for example, he is certainly already in the elevator, and in a little while he will arrive asking for today's agenda. Another thing that catches my attention is that he doesn't rest.

Sometimes he's a complete asshole in the way he bosses me around, thinking I should obey him in everything...

Let's play it real, Dom, you like the way he bosses you around, so much so that you carry extra panties because just hearing his husky voice... That's not from God at all.

I look at the clock again and see that he's a minute away, and damn, my hands are shaking like hell. They tremble so much that I step through the dress to see if they can control themselves. I am distracted by this act when I hear the voice of the originator of all my perverted desires, his excellency, Nicholas Ruiz.

- Good morning, Miss Ferreira! What do we have today? he asks, and I lift my eyes towards him. And damn, I freeze in front of those beautiful eyes. I blink, waking up to reality, and say:

- Good morning, Mr. Ruiz, for now, the day is quiet, I've already left the folder with the case files on your desk. Other than that, it's quiet.

"Okay, I'm going to my office to check these folders, as you said. Thank you," he says, winking, and I'm immediately shaky again, not understanding exactly what happened.

I wait for him to leave and I put my hand on my chest to see if my heart calms down after that simple wink. My God, Dom, control yourself, woman.

A message pops up on my computer, and I realize it's from my friend. I open the email and when I read the subject of the message, I get curious.

From: nicholegatinha@premium.com

Subject: My birthday

To: dominiquedevassa@premium.com

Dear beautiful friend, I'm here sending you this blessed email to remind you that this weekend is my birthday. Have you provided your fantasy?

With the usual love from your hot friend,

Nick.

As soon as I finish reading I roll my eyes. I take a photo of a costume I found on the internet and attach it to the email.

From: dominiquedevassa@premium.com

Subject: I'll be dressed as Devassa

To: nicholasruiz@premium.com

Yes, I'm sending the photo of the costume, then tell me what you think. As soon as I get off work, I'll buy it.

As soon as I send her the photo, I leave my email and enter the company's. All employees have a private email address and a work-related email address. I check my inbox to see if I have anything from the forum. As there was nothing, I return to the private email.

I remember that I have to empty my trash and start looking at old emails. Seeing only advertisements that weren't important, I end up deleting the entire recycle bin. Then a new email catches my eye, and, curious to see if it was my friend's reply, I click on it. I'm surprised to see it's my boss's.

The subject part made me curious: it says "urgent". As soon as I read it, I get scared like that.

From: nicholasruiz@premium.com

Subject: Urgency

To: dominiquedevassa@premium.com

Hello Miss Devassa, I was very happy to have received your email with a photo of a very interesting costume. You left me with a beautiful erection, and I won't be able to go to her table so we can talk about this very interesting subject. So I kindly ask that you come to my office at lunchtime so we can talk about your fantasy.

I'll be waiting anxiously, my hot wanton!

Oh, and one more thing: you better show up, or...

Regards,

Your Perverted Judge

"Oh my god, what did I do? I scream, shocked. As much as his words turned me on, I'm being threatened into going to his office for lunch and I don't know what's going to happen inside.

Will I be fired? But the main question is how he received this email. I leave his message and go to the sent messages box, and when I look, I end up moaning: instead of sending the email to my friend, I sent it to my boss.

I think now I'm screwed... or not?

Nicholas

I haven't known what it's like to have sex in months, months since my damn secretary started working with me. My hand, poor thing, can't take any more beating one, every goddamn night it's the same thing.

I stand there, listening to Dominique give me the goddam schedule of future cases every day, and like the damn pervert that I am, all I can think about is the way I should lean her over my desk, spread her legs, and check what panties she's wearing. .

Damn it, I don't need to look down to know my cock is erect. I think it's become routine, and I've tried, and God knows how, to stay away from her. I went after other women, and nothing: my son of a bitch didn't care. He really wants Miss Ferreira, the one whose name drives me to the point of needing a cold shower every day.

The woman doesn't know, but she managed to get me on all fours for her. I can't even watch porn, even those that would make any man jerk off really hot. I think she's a damn witch who bewitched me. When I go out to a nightclub - and this is rare for being a public man -, I pick up a hottie and she starts to run her hands over my chest and then down my dick, I think: now, yes, I'll have it. a nice little pussy. But what happens? Again my dick doesn't even get up, I end up giving up and leaving the club crazy.

What do I do? I discount her, and I know she's not to blame-or rather, she is, for being so hot! For making me so sore. The urge is immense, and God knows how I fantasize about her lying there with her legs spread wide on my desk, and me there, reveling in the curves she's been so blessed with, falling into that juicy little pussy hidden behind the underwear.

"Lord, help me! - I ask, moaning, feeling the cold water running down my body in the shower and I wish from the bottom of my heart that my cock lowers so I can go to work.

I know if I don't get my hands on him and get to work, I'm sure to be fucked, so what do I do? I hit it really hard, thinking about those big tits in my mouth, and then my dick on them, making a beautiful Spanish one of those very tasty. Oh, how I'd like to see her come as I feel my fingers slamming into her luscious little pussy, and then, oh yes, before she can feel my cock inside her, I'd make Dominique kneel down on the floor and put her little mouth on it. around him and would fuck really hot. These thoughts alone are enough for me to enjoy a lot, and it was very good.

Damn it, I'm so shaky that when I look down at my cock again, seeing it's still kind of hard, I almost groan in frustration.

- You son of a bitch, go down, today I want to get to that damn forum without any erection - I practically beg him.

Since Dominique started working with me, everything has become simple torture, and if I'm going to pay for my sins in life, I wish it weren't that way.

When I finally get out of the bathroom, my skin is all wrinkled, and my body is very cold-I mean, almost the whole body, because the dick doesn't even freeze the dick.

I think I'll buy a thermos bag and leave it in the freezer here at home, for when I have anything but pure thoughts, put the bag in to see if it finally softens - I have my doubts if that will ever happen.

I pull the towel and run it through my hair before drying my body. I go to my closet, naked, and get my suit and the rest of the clothes. Once I'm dressed, I apply my Ferrari Black perfume, I look at myself in the mirror again, I check that I'm fine, I head straight for the exit. In the elevator, I remember that I skipped breakfast and that as soon as I get to the courthouse, I must order coffee for Dominique.

I go to my car as soon as I get to the parking lot. One of the things I like the most is, in addition to coffee and hot women, a car. My baby is a black Audi A8, and I'm really jealous of him - isn't he supposed to?

I start the car and leave soon, because I don't want to be late. Although I am sure of one thing: the day will pass very slowly.

The good thing about living in this city is the hustle and bustle, because the usual traffic makes me think every day whether or not I should leave the house. It is exhausting to be stuck in the car in traffic jams. By a miracle, however, today there was not so much traffic. I arrive at the forum soon, and as soon as I stop the car, I take a deep breath, wishing that today is better than yesterday.

I've been very tired... God, how I wish the cases I believe didn't take so long to be resolved. Oh, how I feel like going to the countryside to rent a house for the weekend... I'm no longer a teenager who lives life as if it were the last day. No, I'm a grown man, in my late thirties, who likes to live quietly-of course, I like to go out and have a good time, too, even if I haven't been doing it as much as I'd like lately, as I've mentioned. before.

I turn on the car alarm, head toward the elevators. An Once on my way up to my floor, I start to get anxious again, because, yes, I will soon see the woman who makes me very hard. When the elevator doors open, I see her distracted, so beautiful and so hot, I control myself not to pull Dominique into my arms. What do I do then? I blink. Dammit, man, control yourself around this woman.

After we talk about the day's schedule, I head to my office, close the door, and put my things in the closet. At my desk, I notice that the computer is already on, and I sit down and get to work. It doesn't take long, a very curious email arrives that, when I see it, is from Dominique. I find out that my beautiful secretary is going to be wearing a very sexy costume, and just reading this makes me hard again.

And not knowing how to react.

I had to delete the message and forget what happened-at the very least, she got it wrong. I just can't stop picturing her in that fantasy. How I would like to see Dominique like this.

I make a decision and start writing, telling him I saw the picture and how excited I am. I threaten her to come to my office at lunch and send her the email, forgetting about everything afterwards. When it's lunch time, I remember and see that she didn't obey me. I call her, and she returns, nervous, saying she'll be here soon.

As I wait for her, my dick is itching to get out, so I shoot it right before Dominique enters the room.

"I want you to lock the door and come over to my table!" - I order.

Dominique

I'm feeling a mixture of fear and excitement, wondering what exactly will happen to me inside this room. I'm standing in front of the closed door. Oh, how I want to get in and at the same time turn and run without looking back. Even if it costs my job. I still want to kick myself for having done such a stupid thing! At the same time, I'm also curious to know what he wants with me.

He couldn't just forget about me, could he? It was pretty simple, I'm going to have lunch very calmly and I'll try to put aside the shit done. But, no, the Almighty has not forgotten. Now what will happen in there, only God knows!

I end up taking all the courage I have left and enter his room at once. The judge is more powerful than ever, sitting very comfortably at his table. I just can't see what he was doing underneath it.

I startle when he orders me to close the door, wake up from the trance of drooling over him and do as he asks. I'm excited, seeing him there, sitting. Is it silly that I say I'm very nervous? Oh fuck, I'm scared to death of him and at the same time turned on by the way he's undressing me with his eyes... Damn, this feels so good.

"Are you going to stand there?" he asks bossily.

'Do you need anything?' I reply with another question, almost stuttering.

"Yes, I need you to come here, as I ordered!" he exclaims, and I go to him. When I get close and stand in front of him, I get scared.

"H-um..." I stutter. It's so beautiful to see him play, but I turn away, knowing I'm very flushed.

"Are you ashamed, Miss Ferreira?" he teases.

- You're busy, I'll be back later! - I speak quickly and go to the front door, but I hear his voice:

"Come back here, Dominique! he orders, then I turn to my back, because I'm shaking, a lot.

- I can not...! I whisper, I hear footsteps coming towards me and I want to look to see if he still has his dick out.

"Oh yes, of course you can..." he says, whispering in my ear and making my body tingle.

"Sir, I'd better get out..." I say, stuttering.

"Let's be honest: you don't want to leave here! he says, running his hands through my hair and setting it aside. His hands go to my neck, and I end up shivering at the feel of his mouth on my skin.

"Sir, please..." I whisper.

- Talk again?

- Say what? I ask, confused.

- "Sir". You have no idea how I feel right now having heard that.

"What if I don't want to talk?" - I provoke him unintentionally.

"Aaah, that, my God, you're perfect! he says, groaning, and God help me to control myself, because hearing his groans doesn't help me at all.

- Me, perfect?

"Yes, you are perfect for me! "I get no reaction.

'You're wrong, Mr Ruiz!'

"So you think you're not perfect for me?" - He asks and turns me around, making me face him.

- Exactly! I say, looking at him steadily.

- I tell you one thing: you are very wrong! - He speaks with such determination, I almost believe it and speak without realizing it:

- I'll pretend to believe!

"What do you mean, you don't believe it?"

"No, I don't. Why would you look at me? I snapped and mentally cursed myself.

"So you really think I don't feel anything for you?" He asks again.

"Yes, that's what I believe!" I answer frankly. I know very well that men like him never look at women like me!

Oh, how I had desires and dreams of getting married and having a family. Only that will never happen, and do you know why? Because men like him, full of money, hot, very handsome, never look at a simple maid.

"What's going through your little head so much?" he asks curiously, snapping me out of the negative thoughts that always occur to me when I get stressed.

- Nothing that interests you, Your Honor - I deflect, I'm not really in the mood to talk about how I feel. Also, it's not good to be around him too long.

"Yes, everything about you interests me, Miss wanton..." he whispers again, and, God, what voice is that? I must be paying for all my sins.

"Please let me out! - I beg.

- I said no! He responds, pissing me off.

"If you don't let me out of here, I'm going to make a fuss!" - I threaten him, and what does he do? He keeps smiling that way that makes my panties wet.

"Then scream, I want to see!" he encourages. I look at him and open my mouth, threatening to scream, when he pulls me closer into his arms, he lifts my head and says, "I want to see if Miss wanton really has the guts to scream out loud that she wants the judge to fuck you." ?

"And who said I want to have sex with you?" He smiles again, and watching his expression isn't doing my sanity much good.

- Oh no? You will deny that you must hit a really hot crab, imagining what my big dick is going to do when meet your pretty little pussy? - he asks, I blush, but he continues as if nothing is happening: - One thing I can be sure: if I touch you I'll find you dripping with desire for me.

"Your Honor, please...?" I whisper nervously, if he's really going to carry out that threat, I know I'll be in trouble.

"Please what, miss wanton?" – he asks me.

"I need to get back to work!" - I warn, trying to get up, and he says:

"We're not done yet, Miss wanton!"

- Yes, we're done! I speak firmly, and when I manage to get out of his arms, I hear him saying:

"Oh, so it won't be a problem, will it?" he asks suddenly. I don't understand anything when, suddenly, the judge picks me up and takes me straight to his table.

'What are you doing?' I ask anxiously, but I think I'm dreaming.

"Let's see if I'm right?" he teases, quickly lifts my dress and rips my panties off. I stood with my legs wide open, watching him pick up the piece and bring it to his nose. - What a wanton liar, is she deserving of punishment? – He asks, using the serious tone he only uses when pronouncing a sentence. By the look of it, I know I'm in trouble.

Now the question is, should I run away or receive punishment?