I'm 22 years old and since I don't have an interest in sounding humble, I'll admit that I'm incredibly hot. I have red, long, and curly hair that reaches the middle of my back. I like wearing it loose, I think it's a great seduction tool. I'm 1.65 meters tall, I have large breasts that I like to wear well visible, a small waist, marked abs from gym, firm and trained legs, and an amazing butt. As for my face, I have plump lips, a small and lovely nose, and big green eyes framed by naturally arched eyebrows.
I don't like false modesty, so I prefer to speak sincerely. Men and women turn around in the street to look at me pass by. And I, who am aware of my great attractiveness, walk with arrogance, looking fixedly and provocatively at those who contemplate me with desire.
They can imagine that I've always done very well with men, I've practically had all the ones I wanted. Sexually, I've done everything I wanted, although I didn't have much success in my relationships, whether due to jealousy from my partner or not wanting to stop flirting with anyone who crossed my path.
By my short age, I've already experienced more sexually than many mature people, and I've started to get a little bored. Generally, I set high expectations for encounters and leave feeling disappointed and unsatisfied.
On the other hand, after finishing secondary school, I enrolled in university to study law and began working at a law firm, where my attributes have given me benefits and drawbacks, as in a very macho environment it's often believed that if you're pretty, you can't be intelligent, and that you necessarily achieved your goals by sleeping with some superior. And professionally, it wasn't like that. I'm a responsible and studious person, and I consider myself very good at my job.
I didn't do badly in school, but my salary went quickly between the rent of my home, paid courses I took, the gym, the therapist, and something else. There were so many things I couldn't do and so many desires I left aside because I didn't have the money, so my friends recommended that I get a sugar daddy.
It all started as a joke, an inside joke where they would tell me to use my attractive assets for something useful. Anyway, I was already bored with my usual sexual life, always with handsome and young men, strong, but ultimately not giving me anything new.
You're going to make a poor guy happy who won't believe he's getting that ass, and you'll also be able to get everything you want. Everyone wins. My friend told me one day.
After the idea had been floating around in my head for a while, I decided. But how was I supposed to do it? Where would I find him? I knew all I had to do was find the right man, choose him, and seduce him. The chances of being rejected were really low, especially by a man my father's age.
The more I thought about having a sugar daddy, the hotter the idea got. I was excited. I wanted to do it. Not just for the material things I could receive, but also for the experience of an older man desiring me, undressing me, enjoying me. I already wanted to make my non-existent sugar daddy happy.
One day, my boss at the law firm gave me some files that I had to take to Judge Torres' office the next morning before coming to work.
Take it to Judge Torres tomorrow morning before you come to the office. It's extremely important that he gets it personally. Do you know where the courthouse is? My boss said.
Yes, I've been there several times. Don't worry about it. See you tomorrow.
I went home with the files and started thinking about the judge. I had seen him a few times when I took documents to his office, but we had never spoken directly. I began to think that maybe he could be my long-awaited sugar daddy. He was a respected man, with many years of experience, with power, and obviously with much... money. He was between 55 and 60 years old, always very meticulous. He had an intimidating seriousness, but a certain charm. Maybe it was the importance of his person that made him charming.
The next morning, I got dressed as usual for work, but tried to be especially provocative. I put on a black tube skirt that went up to my knees, which accentuated my butt and hips well. On top, a white shirt with the first button open, so you could see my impressive cleavage subtly, and high heels. Underneath, I wore a red lace set. I didn't know if I would have the opportunity to show it off, but always be prepared.
I took a taxi and went to court. The driver kept looking at my tits in the rearview mirror, and I adjusted myself so he could see them well. I liked imagining his erection inside his pants. He charged me 157 pesos when we arrived, saying It's 150 for you.
I paid him and got out while thinking that my life was a constant chain of sugar daddies giving me benefits for having let them contemplate me. What sad lives they must have in intimacy.
I entered the court, showed my ID, and waited to be called in.
I'm here to deliver some papers to Judge Torres, I announced.
He's busy. You can leave them with his secretary.
No, I prefer to give them to him personally.
Okay, we'll call you when he's free.
I sat down on a couch and waited there, exchanging glances with each person who passed by. That was my entertainment while waiting. A little later, a very nice woman made me go into the office.
Good morning, Judge. My name is Eva and I work at Peretti Law Firm. I'm here to bring you some files from the Polok case. Excuse me for disturbing you, but they specifically asked me to hand them over in person.
The man didn't get up from his seat and looked me up and down when I crossed the threshold.
Come on in, ahead. close the door. - His voice detonated seriousness and stress.
I approached and handed him the papers. I stayed there waiting while he flipped through them.
- There's a missing annex of test results here. - he said
- No sir, it's all here. Permission... - I said and approached his desk
I bent slightly over the desktop and began to search for the lost pages. I did it taking too much time, as my breasts had ended up in front of him, poking out of my scoop-neck top, and from the corner of my eye I saw him looking at them. Besides, he could see the side of my red lace underwear, and I knew that when I left he would be thinking about that. Maybe even masturbating in his office. That excited me.
- Here they are
He looked at them and seeing that everything was fine, he said:
- Everything perfect, Eva. Thank you very much for delivering them to me in person.
- No problem, good day - I said smiling seductively
I walked slowly towards the door, swaying my ass in front of his face. I knew he would be looking at me. Before I could finish leaving, he called out again and I smiled inside.
- Eva
- Yes, sir - I said entering the office again
- What's your last name? I see you're very efficient and there aren't many assistants like that in law studies.
- My name is Eva Suarez. And thank you.
I thought for a second that I should take advantage of that situation without seeming out of place. I approached his desk again and asked:
- Do you have a paper where I can write?
He handed me a paper and a pen. I wrote my phone number, with my name underneath.
- I'm leaving my personal number in case you ever need to resolve something urgently. Sometimes the study times can stretch out. I promise to try to speed up the work.
- Thank you very much. Good day - he said
I walked away and left the office. I felt victorious. Now it was just a matter of waiting for his message.
Several days passed and I had already stopped thinking about the judge, he had gone to the back of my mind... I was studying and working a lot. A week after our encounter, I received a call when I got home. It was an unknown number, and at no point did it cross my mind that it could be Torres.
- Hello?
- Hi, Eva. I'm Judge Torres, hope I'm not bothering you.
- Ah, hi, sir. I just got home. Tell me what I can do for you.
- I don't need anything from the study this time, but I'd like to meet up with you to make a proposal.
- Tell me the day and time and I'll be there.
- How about tonight at the Hilton bar? 8 o'clock?
- Fine, we'll see each other there.
It was 6 pm. I went to take a bath, prepared my hair, subtly but nicely made up, and chose a tight red dress very sensual. The Hilton was quite luxurious and it was an excuse for me to wear that kind of outfit.
At 8 on the dot, I entered and the receptionist asked about my reservation. I stayed mute for a second, but luckily Torres raised his hand from a table and gestured to the woman, indicating he was with her.
The judge stood up to greet me, and helped me take off my coat. He was a very traditional, formal man, from another era.
- I'm going to order a drink. What would you like?
- A gin tonic for me - I said
When the waitress came, he ordered my drink and a whisky for himself. Before we could start talking, she had already brought our orders.
- I'm glad you came. I wanted to talk to you because I'd like to get you a job at the court.
I froze and no words came out of my mouth. A few seconds later, I was able to respond.
- Ehhh, I don't know what to say. The proposal really flatters me.
- Then accept it. I recognize professionalism when I see it, I've been doing this for many years. And I'd like you to work for the court. It would be very useful to have you working for us.
- To be honest, it would be a pleasure, it's a great professional advancement for me.
- We have an agreement then. Now... Tell me about yourself.
- I'm 22 years old, my family lives in another city, I've been studying law since I left high school and it's my passion. I'd love to specialize in criminal law in the future. I work at a law firm, and with that money I pay for courses to keep training and stay up to date with what's asked of me.
- I love your dedication.
We talked for a long time, had a few more drinks. He told me a bit about his life, his kids. He mentioned being divorced a few years ago because his job didn't allow him to dedicate himself to the family like he would have liked. In short, we shared a bit of our lives, and a couple hours later we started saying goodbye. Torres paid the bill and said:
- How did you get here?
- I took a taxi.
- Come on, let me take you.
When they brought his car over, I saw the boy who had approached us looking at us, probably thinking what a treat he was getting. But not... not yet.
I got into his car, it was a black BMW, polarized, shiny and glossy. I gave him my address and we continued talking on the way. I felt a bit drunk, since I hadn't had alcohol in a long time and I'd had three gin-tonics at that bar.
- We're here. Thanks for the company - he said cordially
- Thank you for the drinks and the offer. I'll quit my job tomorrow morning.
- Take your time. They'll call you from the courthouse to sort everything out.
- Thanks.
I approached him to kiss his cheek (although I wasn't sure if it was correct), and when I got close, I froze for a moment and kissed him on the lips.
He didn't pull away, but he didn't react either. After a few seconds, he gently pushed me away with his hand.
- Wait. What are you doing? Don't think you're getting this job because of that.
- No, excuse me. I didn't mean to bother him. It had nothing to do with the job. It was just an impulse, I wanted to do it. Sorry.
- Don't apologize, I'm a single man and you're a beautiful woman. But I wouldn't like it if you'll misinterpret my offer. - Not at all. He looked at me with almost paternal eyes, but I saw how his gaze changed and he took my face to kiss me, now yes with impetus. We kissed firmly, I loved feeling his grizzled beard scratching my face, putting my hand on his neck. I put my hand on his leg softly, measuring my movements, seeing him from the corner of my eye with a swollen bulge. He caressed the outline of my hips, my breasts. But neither of us went further. It was too much to grab his cock in the first encounter, although I admit I would have loved it. We parted ways and I went down to my house. Before sleeping, I masturbated thinking about Torres. Days later I presented myself at the courthouse for my first day of work. An employee introduced me to my boss, whom I thanked for not being the judge. I wanted him as a lover, but not as a boss. I wanted to make my career on merit and not because of having sex with my superior. Also because of that, I was glad my boss was a heterosexual woman, since she wouldn't decide anything while hot for me. At mid-morning I crossed paths with Torres in the hallway and he asked how my first day was going. I told him it was very well, that everyone was very friendly. - Later come by my office and I'll fill you in on some things. - Of course, I said. - And inside I wished that this time he would take me. I went to work and later passed by his office as he had asked. - Permission. - Come on in, I'm finishing up some things. - If I'm bothering you can come back later. - You're not bothering me, quite the opposite. I smiled and closed the door behind me. When I turned towards him, I saw him very close to me. I smiled at him and approached, kissed him on the mouth, since I knew it was up to me to take those steps yet. I kissed him with lust, his hands went over my body, took my ass this time and squeezed it, did the same with my tits. - I love that you've relaxed a bit more since last time - I said smiling, and without wanting to I was already addressing him informally. - It's just that I couldn't stop thinking about you these days - he passed me. - The same thing happened to me. It came back to kiss me, each time more hot. And now yes I brought my hand to his groin. Gently passed it over his bulge, measuring his reactions. As I saw that he continued kissing me and his breathing became deeper and sonorous, I kept touching him, each time with greater pressure, passing my hand over all his torso.
- Ufff good morning... - I said laughing, referring to his erection
- Never thought I'd be doing this in my office, and less with a young and beautiful woman like you.
- Don't think so much. - I told him
The judge's hands were desperate to squeeze my ass. I began to unbuckle his belt and lowered his vest pants and boxers. He guided me gently for him to sit on one of the two-seater sofas in his office (this was a two-piece sofa). I pulled out his hard penis, which calmed me down, as I had never been with anyone of his age, and began to eat it with dedication.
- Ahhh, you're so beautiful, God.
The judge put his fingers between my red hair, holding him and looking at my mouth rise and fall on his member. After sucking it for a long time, I stopped in front of him and began to take off my skirt, leaving my huge ass free. I also took out my shirt, and left only my black lace set.
- Do you like what you see? - I said
- It fascinates me what I see - he said, lying on the backrest
I removed my bra, letting him contemplate my beautiful breasts. I touched them for him, squeezed them. He was still sitting and began to slowly masturbate, looking at me. I took off my thong too, sucked one of my fingers and brought it to my groin, passing it over my clitoris. He looked at me with sparks in his eyes.
I turned around and took my ass with both hands, leaned forward a little, leaving it pointing towards him, and opened my buttocks, so he could see both my buttocks and my anus. I passed my hand smoothly over him.
- And this, do you like?
He stretched out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, still with his back to me, sitting on the sofa and me standing. He started eating my ass like he hadn't done it in a long time. I was moaning and he was holding open my buttocks, putting his whole head between them, passing his tongue with professionalism. I was getting very excited. I started masturbating while he attended to my ass.
Suddenly I turned around, facing him, and positioning myself on top of him, one leg on each side. My tits were at the level of his mouth, and he began to kiss, lick, suck, and bite them, holding them firmly in his hands. I was moving on his cock but hadn't put it inside yet. When I saw that the judge was ready, I took his member and started putting it inside me. We both moaned, and I started bouncing up and down on his penis like a spring, with speed and desire.
He held onto my waist, panting, and every now and then went back to eating my tits.
He brought one of his hands to my ass, squeezed it, gave me a slap, and then began to bring his finger close to my anus. He started caressing it, more and more firmly, and I was put in heaven.
-Make him go- I said, looking at him
And when I gave him the approval, he put his finger in my ass and started moving it in circles. Between his finger there and his penis entering and leaving my vagina, my moans increased in intensity and volume. With the hand that wasn't on my ass, the judge covered my mouth to make sure no one could hear. I continued riding him with two of his fingers in my ass and reached an impressive orgasm, from which a muffled cry came out of my mouth, impeded by the judge's hand.
I took a second to catch my breath and kept moving, since he hadn't come yet.
-Where do you want me to finish? - I said
-I want to come on that enormous and precious ass- He started up again and began to penetrate my vagina from behind, while with his two lubricated fingers, penetrating my anus. He gave it to me hard until I felt him about to come in his breathing. He pulled his cock out of me and filled my whole ass with his cum, all the while roaring loudly. The judge cleaned me up with a cotton handkerchief he had on him, and we collapsed onto the couch exhausted for a few moments. - I thought about this so much last week...- he said. - I'll think about this next week too... - I joked back. - When you're thinking about it, come visit me. - I said while getting dressed to go back to work Then after that encounter, we started sneaking around in his office or my house or some luxurious hotel. Torres began paying for courses for me, took me on secret trips several times, and gave me thousands of gifts. He fulfilled his function as sugar daddy absolutely, but mainly he gave me something I didn't expect to find in a man his age: a lot of pleasure.
I don't like false modesty, so I prefer to speak sincerely. Men and women turn around in the street to look at me pass by. And I, who am aware of my great attractiveness, walk with arrogance, looking fixedly and provocatively at those who contemplate me with desire.
They can imagine that I've always done very well with men, I've practically had all the ones I wanted. Sexually, I've done everything I wanted, although I didn't have much success in my relationships, whether due to jealousy from my partner or not wanting to stop flirting with anyone who crossed my path.
By my short age, I've already experienced more sexually than many mature people, and I've started to get a little bored. Generally, I set high expectations for encounters and leave feeling disappointed and unsatisfied.
On the other hand, after finishing secondary school, I enrolled in university to study law and began working at a law firm, where my attributes have given me benefits and drawbacks, as in a very macho environment it's often believed that if you're pretty, you can't be intelligent, and that you necessarily achieved your goals by sleeping with some superior. And professionally, it wasn't like that. I'm a responsible and studious person, and I consider myself very good at my job.
I didn't do badly in school, but my salary went quickly between the rent of my home, paid courses I took, the gym, the therapist, and something else. There were so many things I couldn't do and so many desires I left aside because I didn't have the money, so my friends recommended that I get a sugar daddy.
It all started as a joke, an inside joke where they would tell me to use my attractive assets for something useful. Anyway, I was already bored with my usual sexual life, always with handsome and young men, strong, but ultimately not giving me anything new.
You're going to make a poor guy happy who won't believe he's getting that ass, and you'll also be able to get everything you want. Everyone wins. My friend told me one day.
After the idea had been floating around in my head for a while, I decided. But how was I supposed to do it? Where would I find him? I knew all I had to do was find the right man, choose him, and seduce him. The chances of being rejected were really low, especially by a man my father's age.
The more I thought about having a sugar daddy, the hotter the idea got. I was excited. I wanted to do it. Not just for the material things I could receive, but also for the experience of an older man desiring me, undressing me, enjoying me. I already wanted to make my non-existent sugar daddy happy.
One day, my boss at the law firm gave me some files that I had to take to Judge Torres' office the next morning before coming to work.
Take it to Judge Torres tomorrow morning before you come to the office. It's extremely important that he gets it personally. Do you know where the courthouse is? My boss said.
Yes, I've been there several times. Don't worry about it. See you tomorrow.
I went home with the files and started thinking about the judge. I had seen him a few times when I took documents to his office, but we had never spoken directly. I began to think that maybe he could be my long-awaited sugar daddy. He was a respected man, with many years of experience, with power, and obviously with much... money. He was between 55 and 60 years old, always very meticulous. He had an intimidating seriousness, but a certain charm. Maybe it was the importance of his person that made him charming.
The next morning, I got dressed as usual for work, but tried to be especially provocative. I put on a black tube skirt that went up to my knees, which accentuated my butt and hips well. On top, a white shirt with the first button open, so you could see my impressive cleavage subtly, and high heels. Underneath, I wore a red lace set. I didn't know if I would have the opportunity to show it off, but always be prepared.
I took a taxi and went to court. The driver kept looking at my tits in the rearview mirror, and I adjusted myself so he could see them well. I liked imagining his erection inside his pants. He charged me 157 pesos when we arrived, saying It's 150 for you.
I paid him and got out while thinking that my life was a constant chain of sugar daddies giving me benefits for having let them contemplate me. What sad lives they must have in intimacy.
I entered the court, showed my ID, and waited to be called in.
I'm here to deliver some papers to Judge Torres, I announced.
He's busy. You can leave them with his secretary.
No, I prefer to give them to him personally.
Okay, we'll call you when he's free.
I sat down on a couch and waited there, exchanging glances with each person who passed by. That was my entertainment while waiting. A little later, a very nice woman made me go into the office.
Good morning, Judge. My name is Eva and I work at Peretti Law Firm. I'm here to bring you some files from the Polok case. Excuse me for disturbing you, but they specifically asked me to hand them over in person.
The man didn't get up from his seat and looked me up and down when I crossed the threshold.
Come on in, ahead. close the door. - His voice detonated seriousness and stress.
I approached and handed him the papers. I stayed there waiting while he flipped through them.
- There's a missing annex of test results here. - he said
- No sir, it's all here. Permission... - I said and approached his desk
I bent slightly over the desktop and began to search for the lost pages. I did it taking too much time, as my breasts had ended up in front of him, poking out of my scoop-neck top, and from the corner of my eye I saw him looking at them. Besides, he could see the side of my red lace underwear, and I knew that when I left he would be thinking about that. Maybe even masturbating in his office. That excited me.
- Here they are
He looked at them and seeing that everything was fine, he said:
- Everything perfect, Eva. Thank you very much for delivering them to me in person.
- No problem, good day - I said smiling seductively
I walked slowly towards the door, swaying my ass in front of his face. I knew he would be looking at me. Before I could finish leaving, he called out again and I smiled inside.
- Eva
- Yes, sir - I said entering the office again
- What's your last name? I see you're very efficient and there aren't many assistants like that in law studies.
- My name is Eva Suarez. And thank you.
I thought for a second that I should take advantage of that situation without seeming out of place. I approached his desk again and asked:
- Do you have a paper where I can write?
He handed me a paper and a pen. I wrote my phone number, with my name underneath.
- I'm leaving my personal number in case you ever need to resolve something urgently. Sometimes the study times can stretch out. I promise to try to speed up the work.
- Thank you very much. Good day - he said
I walked away and left the office. I felt victorious. Now it was just a matter of waiting for his message.
Several days passed and I had already stopped thinking about the judge, he had gone to the back of my mind... I was studying and working a lot. A week after our encounter, I received a call when I got home. It was an unknown number, and at no point did it cross my mind that it could be Torres.
- Hello?
- Hi, Eva. I'm Judge Torres, hope I'm not bothering you.
- Ah, hi, sir. I just got home. Tell me what I can do for you.
- I don't need anything from the study this time, but I'd like to meet up with you to make a proposal.
- Tell me the day and time and I'll be there.
- How about tonight at the Hilton bar? 8 o'clock?
- Fine, we'll see each other there.
It was 6 pm. I went to take a bath, prepared my hair, subtly but nicely made up, and chose a tight red dress very sensual. The Hilton was quite luxurious and it was an excuse for me to wear that kind of outfit.
At 8 on the dot, I entered and the receptionist asked about my reservation. I stayed mute for a second, but luckily Torres raised his hand from a table and gestured to the woman, indicating he was with her.
The judge stood up to greet me, and helped me take off my coat. He was a very traditional, formal man, from another era.
- I'm going to order a drink. What would you like?
- A gin tonic for me - I said
When the waitress came, he ordered my drink and a whisky for himself. Before we could start talking, she had already brought our orders.
- I'm glad you came. I wanted to talk to you because I'd like to get you a job at the court.
I froze and no words came out of my mouth. A few seconds later, I was able to respond.
- Ehhh, I don't know what to say. The proposal really flatters me.
- Then accept it. I recognize professionalism when I see it, I've been doing this for many years. And I'd like you to work for the court. It would be very useful to have you working for us.
- To be honest, it would be a pleasure, it's a great professional advancement for me.
- We have an agreement then. Now... Tell me about yourself.
- I'm 22 years old, my family lives in another city, I've been studying law since I left high school and it's my passion. I'd love to specialize in criminal law in the future. I work at a law firm, and with that money I pay for courses to keep training and stay up to date with what's asked of me.
- I love your dedication.
We talked for a long time, had a few more drinks. He told me a bit about his life, his kids. He mentioned being divorced a few years ago because his job didn't allow him to dedicate himself to the family like he would have liked. In short, we shared a bit of our lives, and a couple hours later we started saying goodbye. Torres paid the bill and said:
- How did you get here?
- I took a taxi.
- Come on, let me take you.
When they brought his car over, I saw the boy who had approached us looking at us, probably thinking what a treat he was getting. But not... not yet.
I got into his car, it was a black BMW, polarized, shiny and glossy. I gave him my address and we continued talking on the way. I felt a bit drunk, since I hadn't had alcohol in a long time and I'd had three gin-tonics at that bar.
- We're here. Thanks for the company - he said cordially
- Thank you for the drinks and the offer. I'll quit my job tomorrow morning.
- Take your time. They'll call you from the courthouse to sort everything out.
- Thanks.
I approached him to kiss his cheek (although I wasn't sure if it was correct), and when I got close, I froze for a moment and kissed him on the lips.
He didn't pull away, but he didn't react either. After a few seconds, he gently pushed me away with his hand.
- Wait. What are you doing? Don't think you're getting this job because of that.
- No, excuse me. I didn't mean to bother him. It had nothing to do with the job. It was just an impulse, I wanted to do it. Sorry.
- Don't apologize, I'm a single man and you're a beautiful woman. But I wouldn't like it if you'll misinterpret my offer. - Not at all. He looked at me with almost paternal eyes, but I saw how his gaze changed and he took my face to kiss me, now yes with impetus. We kissed firmly, I loved feeling his grizzled beard scratching my face, putting my hand on his neck. I put my hand on his leg softly, measuring my movements, seeing him from the corner of my eye with a swollen bulge. He caressed the outline of my hips, my breasts. But neither of us went further. It was too much to grab his cock in the first encounter, although I admit I would have loved it. We parted ways and I went down to my house. Before sleeping, I masturbated thinking about Torres. Days later I presented myself at the courthouse for my first day of work. An employee introduced me to my boss, whom I thanked for not being the judge. I wanted him as a lover, but not as a boss. I wanted to make my career on merit and not because of having sex with my superior. Also because of that, I was glad my boss was a heterosexual woman, since she wouldn't decide anything while hot for me. At mid-morning I crossed paths with Torres in the hallway and he asked how my first day was going. I told him it was very well, that everyone was very friendly. - Later come by my office and I'll fill you in on some things. - Of course, I said. - And inside I wished that this time he would take me. I went to work and later passed by his office as he had asked. - Permission. - Come on in, I'm finishing up some things. - If I'm bothering you can come back later. - You're not bothering me, quite the opposite. I smiled and closed the door behind me. When I turned towards him, I saw him very close to me. I smiled at him and approached, kissed him on the mouth, since I knew it was up to me to take those steps yet. I kissed him with lust, his hands went over my body, took my ass this time and squeezed it, did the same with my tits. - I love that you've relaxed a bit more since last time - I said smiling, and without wanting to I was already addressing him informally. - It's just that I couldn't stop thinking about you these days - he passed me. - The same thing happened to me. It came back to kiss me, each time more hot. And now yes I brought my hand to his groin. Gently passed it over his bulge, measuring his reactions. As I saw that he continued kissing me and his breathing became deeper and sonorous, I kept touching him, each time with greater pressure, passing my hand over all his torso.
- Ufff good morning... - I said laughing, referring to his erection
- Never thought I'd be doing this in my office, and less with a young and beautiful woman like you.
- Don't think so much. - I told him
The judge's hands were desperate to squeeze my ass. I began to unbuckle his belt and lowered his vest pants and boxers. He guided me gently for him to sit on one of the two-seater sofas in his office (this was a two-piece sofa). I pulled out his hard penis, which calmed me down, as I had never been with anyone of his age, and began to eat it with dedication.
- Ahhh, you're so beautiful, God.
The judge put his fingers between my red hair, holding him and looking at my mouth rise and fall on his member. After sucking it for a long time, I stopped in front of him and began to take off my skirt, leaving my huge ass free. I also took out my shirt, and left only my black lace set.
- Do you like what you see? - I said
- It fascinates me what I see - he said, lying on the backrest
I removed my bra, letting him contemplate my beautiful breasts. I touched them for him, squeezed them. He was still sitting and began to slowly masturbate, looking at me. I took off my thong too, sucked one of my fingers and brought it to my groin, passing it over my clitoris. He looked at me with sparks in his eyes.
I turned around and took my ass with both hands, leaned forward a little, leaving it pointing towards him, and opened my buttocks, so he could see both my buttocks and my anus. I passed my hand smoothly over him.
- And this, do you like?
He stretched out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, still with his back to me, sitting on the sofa and me standing. He started eating my ass like he hadn't done it in a long time. I was moaning and he was holding open my buttocks, putting his whole head between them, passing his tongue with professionalism. I was getting very excited. I started masturbating while he attended to my ass.
Suddenly I turned around, facing him, and positioning myself on top of him, one leg on each side. My tits were at the level of his mouth, and he began to kiss, lick, suck, and bite them, holding them firmly in his hands. I was moving on his cock but hadn't put it inside yet. When I saw that the judge was ready, I took his member and started putting it inside me. We both moaned, and I started bouncing up and down on his penis like a spring, with speed and desire.
He held onto my waist, panting, and every now and then went back to eating my tits.
He brought one of his hands to my ass, squeezed it, gave me a slap, and then began to bring his finger close to my anus. He started caressing it, more and more firmly, and I was put in heaven.
-Make him go- I said, looking at him
And when I gave him the approval, he put his finger in my ass and started moving it in circles. Between his finger there and his penis entering and leaving my vagina, my moans increased in intensity and volume. With the hand that wasn't on my ass, the judge covered my mouth to make sure no one could hear. I continued riding him with two of his fingers in my ass and reached an impressive orgasm, from which a muffled cry came out of my mouth, impeded by the judge's hand.
I took a second to catch my breath and kept moving, since he hadn't come yet.
-Where do you want me to finish? - I said
-I want to come on that enormous and precious ass- He started up again and began to penetrate my vagina from behind, while with his two lubricated fingers, penetrating my anus. He gave it to me hard until I felt him about to come in his breathing. He pulled his cock out of me and filled my whole ass with his cum, all the while roaring loudly. The judge cleaned me up with a cotton handkerchief he had on him, and we collapsed onto the couch exhausted for a few moments. - I thought about this so much last week...- he said. - I'll think about this next week too... - I joked back. - When you're thinking about it, come visit me. - I said while getting dressed to go back to work Then after that encounter, we started sneaking around in his office or my house or some luxurious hotel. Torres began paying for courses for me, took me on secret trips several times, and gave me thousands of gifts. He fulfilled his function as sugar daddy absolutely, but mainly he gave me something I didn't expect to find in a man his age: a lot of pleasure.
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