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The Judge:Well, I met Don through a mutual friend he worked with. He was a recently divorced judge and was just looking to just go out and have fun. I agreed to meet one day for lunch at a local restaurant. He was very flirtatious. He had hungry, wondering eyes left you would expect from a man who hasn?t been properly fucked in a while. I was not really interested in him. He was rather on the heavy side and just not really my type. We did talk on the phone though for several weeks. I was just being nice and being a person who was there for him as company during his new divorce. Our schedules never really meshed so we just talked for about a month. This did really hurt my feelings. I was hoping he would find another target in the mean time and I could back away without hurting any feelings. One day he invited me to go with him to a night out with another couple. I reluctantly agreed and prepared for my ?date.?I met him at his house which was just his temporary quarters following the divorce. There were a few other vehicles there but I didn?t question anything. I just left my car there and hopped in with him and off we went to meet our friends. We arrived at an upscale Italian restaurant. I love Italian food and the wine was top notch. Still, I wasn?t really comfortable because I knew I just wasn?t into the guy and almost felt like my being there was just dragging him on. The wine seemed to be relaxing me a bit so I indulged in more wine that food in hopes of helping the date smooth out some and become more comfortable. The high dollar wine went down smooth and there was no shortage of it because he kept ordering anything I wanted.I think I had a lot more than I should have and didn?t realize at this point what a delayed reaction the wine would have. We left the other couple after finishing the meal and went to walk around the downtown area for a while. As the time progressed, so did the effects of the vino. It was sneaking up on me quick. I knew it was time to go before it was too late and he ended up having to drag me back to the car. We got in elazığ rus escort the car and drove back to his place where I had left my car.We arrived at his house and by this time I was cooked. The wine had my juices flowing and I knew that I was in no shape to drive, so there was only one logical option left. He came around and opened my door to left me out of the car and tell me good night. He told me he had a great time and leaned in to kiss me. I raised my hand, touching my fingers to his lips to stop the progression of the kiss. A look of failure and rejection immediately came over his face. I?m sure following the divorce and everything else he wasn?t feeling on top of his game, but little did he know I was just not in the mood to kiss. I wanted cock.I removed my fingers from their position on his lips and the attention of both hands redirected to his crotch. His expression changed to a shocked look, and then a smile. He started to say something and I told him to just be quiet. I began unbuckling his pants and pushed my hand in to retrieve his cock. He was semi-hard, and getting harder quick. I tugged his cock a few times and squatted down before him, licking my lips to moisten them in preparation of his cock. His cock sprung out and after a few tugs at his pants his balls and cock were fully exposed. He leaned slightly forward bracing himself by placing his hands on the car, much like when a police officer places their suspects on the car to be searched. I was squatted between him and the car, sucking the engorged head of his poor, neglected cock. I cupped and caressed his balls with my hands. They were hard and full, he must not have released the pressure from his balls in weeks. He moaned and his knees kept twitching. Then almost as soon as I reached a rhythmic pattern I felt his warm seed spraying into my mouth in long forceful bursts. Although his balls had warehoused that load for weeks, he was no match. I never stopped sucking and swallowed every drop. He groaned, moaned and shook as I continued elazığ rus escort bayan sucking as if I were not excepting the fact he was done cumming.He was breathing heavy, his large figure was heaving and gasping for air. This guy had not seen any physical activity like that in years, but to my amazement, even though his heart may have been about to explode his cock was still reaching for the sky. I rose up, smile and asked him what he thought of that. He said it was amazing between his gasps for oxygen. I figured this poor, over weight bastard was done so I teasingly said, ?too bad you are beat and that cock is still hard, my pussy needs some cock.? I thought this may have scared him off but just the opposite. He told me I more than deserved that and directed me to come inside and he would take care of that too. Well, I bet all my chips and lost because next think I know I was in Don?s bedroom, on his bed, lying on my back as he clumsily removed my clothes. He started kissing my neck and then began sucking my nipples. I think he was about to go down on me but I told him to stop fucking around and get his cock in me. He tore open a box of condoms and covered his hard dick. He was average size, with a larger than average head, but it was all over shadowed by his belly so the visual excitement just wasn?t there for me.He plunged his cock into my pussy and began to go to town. For a big boy he had quite the stamina actually. My wine was still catching up with me and I was doing all I could to even keep from passing out as he pounded my pussy as hard as he could. He slammed into me like he had something to prove. He would fill a condom with cum, rip it off and cover up again with a fresh rubber and go right back to fucking. Over and over he came, changing condoms and positions of how he was fucking me after each orgasm. He was mumbling about how if I wanted some dick then I was going to get some dick. This guy was doing all he could to prove himself. I figured I would press him and see how hard he could rus escort elazığ go so I started moaning and yelling at him to fuck me. I was literally screaming, ?fuck me, fuck me hard mother fucker, fuck me fat boy, fuck me hard fat boy.? I figured I would break him or his heart would just explode.I ended up passing out I guess. I?m not sure how much more that fucker fucked me that night. I woke up beside him and he was asleep like a big bear for the winter. Not sure a train would have woken him up if it had drove through the house. I was searching the room all over trying to find all of my clothes. There were no less than a dozen used condoms lying around the bed on the floor, most filled with visible amounts of cum. As I dressed I really began to notice how sore I was. Not like all over, just my pussy. My pubic bone felt bruised and my pussy was raw and sore from being fucked so many times with such aggression. I?m not even sure I came that night but there was no doubt he did. Although I?m not sure how he came that many times. I finished dressing and exited the room and walked through the house on my way to my car. As I walked past the kitchen area there were about 4 guys standing there talking over breakfast. After I walked by I could hear them laughing and carrying on. I wasn?t sure why, or even who they were.A few weeks later my friend told me she heard I had a good time. I asked he what made her say that and she said that his roommates said it sounded like I had a good time. ?Oh my God,? I thought. I was not aware this guy had roommates. Apparently they were there that night and I didn?t even know it. They were all getting a chuckle out of me screaming, ?fuck me fat boy? half the night.I was embarrassed a little at first, but then I thought, ?what the hell, who cares what they heard.? They are men and they probably were all in their separate rooms listening to their friend fuck me as they all jerked off and tried to keep pace with their roommate. It?s probably a good thing I didn?t know they were there. I would have probably been much more sore than I already was. We talked a few more times on the phone but no more meeting. I think I was still kind of wondering what the fuck I had done and he was probably thinking he was lucky that even happened and that he might as well leave good enough alone and move on. Either way, it worked out well.On to the next?..