So, I recently got called in for Jury duty, which is always a delight. Especially when the courthouse has no reserved jury parking, and the already limited street parking is even more limited due to construction. The 3 days I had to go down there before I was finally excused I ended up parking half a mile away in a residential area and walking down, trying my luck by staying in a 2 hour zone all day. I can rant about this more, but that’s not why you guys are here.
The reason the selection took as long as it did was that the prosecutor was dismissing most of the people for whatever reason. Her name sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until I was asked to move up to a potential juror slot and got a good look at the prosecutor that it finally dawned on me where I had seen her before, Tinder.
About two years ago I was going through a dry spell, partially due to recovering from some injuries, partially due to just bad luck (injuries were obtained when I stuck my dick in crazy and stupidly went back for seconds, the only thing to know now is that it left me with some nasty scars on my thigh). I had previously made fun of friends who had used the app, but after my dry streak, I figured it couldn’t hurt to at least try. I downloaded the app, made a profile, and started browsing. I swiped right on a few interesting profiles until I got a notification that one had swiped right back, Kate, and we started chatting. You certainly couldn’t tell from her pics, but she was in her mid 40s, long blonde hair, killer yoga body, and had just left her husband for a number of reasons, one of which was a dead bedroom. She told me they hadn’t fucked in 6 months leading up to the divorce, and there were a few things he didn’t want to do that she wanted to tick off her bucket list. Some typical things, like a one night stand, and others not so, like getting tied up. Lucky for her, she just happened to match with an Eagle Scout, so knots were surprisingly in my wheelhouse.
We decided to meet up for drinks that Friday, but in the 2 days before that we certainly didn’t stop chatting. Kate said she had been frustrated for years in her marriage, but stuck it out for as long as she did for her son, and once he left the house, so did she, but her husband dragged things out for a year. She casually mentioned that she worked in local government, but aside from that and me jokingly asking if things worked out well if she could fix some parking tickets, never mentioned she worked in the District Attorney’s office.
Friday evening came and we met at a bar she suggested. When I walked in she was already there in a simple, but stunning dress that was just a tad shy of “revealing”, but still worked wonders on her. We exchanged pleasantries and both got drinks, her having a bit of a head start on me. We talked about typical crap, until she either just noticed, or finally worked up the courage to ask about the old backpack I brought with me. I made a joke about it wasn’t anything sinister like my organ harvesting kit, that wouldn’t fit, but being an Eagle Scout, I did come prepared, and showed her it was just some nylon rope I had lying around, along with a bottle of lube. When I showed her the bottle, she gave me this look that was half confused and half aroused, and chugged what was now her 3rd drink before asking for the check. I finished mine and asked her who’s place she wanted to go to, she said “Mine, I need to break in the bed”
We started making out in the Uber to her place, even though it wasn’t a long ride. Didn’t stop the Uber driver from shooting us a few dirty looks when he could. When we finally got to her place, it was a nice apartment that she said was close to her work. I found out she wasn’t kidding about the divorce being finalized recently, about half of her things were still in boxes. She did have the important stuff unboxed though, like the wine glasses, and the wine, which was apparently from her uncle’s vineyard somewhere. I’m not usually a wine person, but even I had to admit it was good. I put my glass down and told her while the wine was good, that’s not why I’m here. I approached her on the couch and reached a hand down to her noticeably wet panties.
“So, someone’s been anticipating this, haven’t they” I asked her as my fingers explored her moist lips, and all she could utter in response was a soft moan. I brought my hand up to show her just how wet she was, and without even asking she licked my fingers clean. “Mmmm, wasn’t expecting that, good girl. Now, hand me my backpack” She did without hesitation and I got out a shorter length of rope and told her to get up and turn around. I tied her hands behind her back and led her to the back of the couch. I lifted up her dress and pulled down her panties while bending her over the back of the couch. I proceeded to eat her out from behind, enjoying making her squirm. It didn’t take long for her to get close, but I backed off, then got her close again, and backed off again. The 3rd time I got her close I asked her if she wanted to cum this time.
“Oh Fuck, Yes!”
“Yes What?”
“Yes, Make me Cum”
I didn’t, telling her “I didn’t hear the magic word”
“Oh fuck, fine. Please make me cum”
While toying with her I had gotten up and undid my zipper, letting my cock out. When she said please I placed the head up against her moist pussy. I told her to ask again, and to really mean it this time.
“Please, please make me cum” She pleaded while still bent over the couch,
After taking a few seconds to debate if I should ask again, I realized it might be too much, and went ahead and shoved my cock in as far as I could. At first she felt so tight I thought I had accidentally gone into her ass, but I looked down and saw that wasn’t the case, it had just been quite a while for her apparently. She was so close before that I didn’t even get balls deep before I felt her clenching down and cumming on my cock. I just stood there and watch her squirm in front of me, it was quite adorable. Once she came down from that high, I bent down and whispered in her ear,
“I’m not even all the way in, let’s get you to bed so you can scream into a pillow.”
She just muttered something unintelligible and stood up. I grabbed her hands, still tied behind her back, and guided her into the bedroom while grabbing my bag. Though the rest of the apartment was still somewhat in boxes, the bedroom was not. The bed was a big king sized 4 poster bed with some frilly throw pillows that wouldn’t stay there for long. I undid her hands and told her to fully undress. She took off her dress and was left in just lace bra, the matching panties still in the living room. She undid the bra and let her ample breasts out to play, my guess was a C cup at least, later confirmed when I was tiding up the next morning. By that time I had thrown the throw pillows off the bed and gotten some ropes ready around the headboard for her wrists. I had her lay down on the bed on her back and tied her arms up towards the headboard, but not too tight. Before I got back to work on her, I figured I should get things wet, so I climbed on top of her and straddled her chest with my cock between her breasts. I grabbed the lube and dripped a lot of it onto her breasts and my cock, making sure to rub it in while also playing with her nipples. Once her chest was moist enough I started to rub her breasts on my cock, titfucking her. This went on for a bit before I moved higher up on her body so she could suck the head of my cock when it made it up to her mouth. When I was satisfied with the level of lubrication, I got up and moved back down to her still moist pussy. There was a slight wet spot down there, so I made a point to mention it to her.
“My god, you made a wet spot down here just from sucking my cock, you must truly be desperate for a good fuck, aren’t you?” I asked playfully
“You have no idea, I haven’t had one this big since college. Let’s just hope you last more than a few minutes.”
“Curious, if you haven’t had one like mine since college, when did you meet your ex?” I asked, half knowing the answer already
“A few years after college” she replied, confirming my suspicion.
Afte that revelation I knelt below her and lifted her legs up in the air and lined my cock up. Before shoving back into her I asked if she remembered the safe word we talked about earlier. She replied with the word, apples, and that was enough for me to dive in balls deep. I didn’t slowly pick up a faster pace, I started out fast out of the gate, like she wanted. I made fast but long strokes each time the sound of our bodies slapping into each other ringing out throughout the room. She was toddling about, fighting against the ropes as I pounded away relentlessly. I lost track of the number of times she cried out “Oh God” and “Oh Fuck”, but they were pretty even, as the neighbors could likely attest to. After a while of that, when it dawned on me she was likely being too loud, I stopped and pulled out, much to her chagrin.
“What, too much too soon?” She asked as I reached up and undid the ropes around her wrists.
“Oh, god no, I just wanted you to turn over so you can scream into the pillow, don’t want to wake up the new neighbors, do you?”
Her response was simply rolling over and showing me that delicious bubble butt while I redid the ropes. Once resecured, I didn’t hesitate in climbing back up and just diving back in, forcing out one of the loudest “Oh Fuck”’s from her yet. I quickly forced her head down and muffled the screams with her comforter while still jackhammering away. At one point I could tell a powerful orgasm on the way from her so I leaned down and whispered in her ear
“I wonder how many neighbors have heard you so far? The new milf getting railed by a guy she only met in person earlier tonight. I wonder if you could let them all know just how big of a whore you really are?”
That, along with the fucking, was enough for to elicit a blood curdling scream from her, and triggered an orgasm big enough on her end that it forced my cock out of her, along with her squirting all over her bed. That sight was enough for me that when I squeezed back in her, It only took a few strokes for me to cum myself, prolonging her own orgasm. Once we both stopped cumming I collapsed next to her, needing a moment to catch my breath myself. Once I did, I had to check to see if she was still awake, but she was. She was slightly embarrassed because she had apparently never squirted before, but I reassured her everything was fine, that it was far from my first time with a squirter, and something natural. Once she was reassured it was fine and back in a good mood she said she wanted to try being on top. Eager to please I undid the ropes and layer down on top of the quite big wet spot she had made. She gently climbed on top and sat there for a moment, getting her first good look at my cock.
“Shit, I was wrong, I don’t think my college guy was this big. Jesus, how do you live with this?” She asked jokingly
“It’s a gift and a curse,” I replied “Now, hop on”
She didn’t hesitate and sank all the way down until she was balls deep again. She sat there for a bit, taking in the feeling before rocking back and forth, grinding on my cock. She then started to move up and down, albeit at a much slower pace than I had been using before. I let her continue this for a while while pawing at her breasts, sucking on her nipples while she got close to cumming again. When she did, I stopped sucking on her breasts and grabbed her by the waste and whispered “My turn”, before starting up at much faster pace. She fell forward and was right in front of my face, moaning and screaming in pleasure. She was about to cum again when I felt it was another big one for her, so when she did I lifted her up and she squirted all over me. I impaled her again and brought her head down to let her get a taste of how she tasted, reaffirming that it was a semi-normal reaction and definitely not pee, which seemed to calm her down a bit more. 3 more times I made her cum like this, but after the 3rd one I could tell that I wasn’t gonna last much longer myself. I told her that “She had seen what her cum tasted like, now it’s time for her to taste my cum.” I told her to climb off and suck my cock until I finished in her mouth.
Kate obediently obeyed and start sucking with such vigor she could have sucked the chrome off of a trailer hitch. She did all of this while not breaking eye contact. What she did next was what set me over the edge, she managed to deepthroat me, a feet few women had ever done before. That feeling of my cock going down the throat of this milf set me off, and I started cumming right then down her throat. The feeling caught her off guard and while the first few spirts were in her throat, she came up and caught the rest in her mouth, not letting a single drop escape her lips, After what seemed like forever I was done, and she made a big deal of swallowing the rest in one big gulp.
“Fuck, that was amazing”
“Well, I had to hold something back to surprise you, but I’ve never really had a gag reflex.”
“Shit, you’d get every guy to swipe right if you put that in your profile.”
“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise”
“Good point, that’s a hell of a surprise.”
We laughed about that and she climbed up and cuddled next to me and thanked me for helping her break in the bed before falling asleep, which I did soon after, no covers for either of us, just us lying naked on the bed in a puddle of sweat and other bodily fluids.
I woke up before her, us both having slept in. I thought about waking her up and trying to squeeze in a round 3, but if I did I didn’t know if I’d have the power to leave after, also, she looked too adorable to disturb, enough that I had to take a picture to show her. She had one hand under the pillow and the other down between her legs. I gently got up and tidied up a bit around the room. I collected my things in her room and got dressed, making sure to not to make too much noise to let her sleep. When I got out to the living room I saw her panties still discarded on the floor, and they looked like the perfect souvenir, along with the bottle of wine we had started last night. I did make sure to leave her the short length of rope I had used on her to begin with, just in case she wanted to get some of her own, or wanted to be tied up in the future. By the time I ubered back to the bar and got into my car I got a text from her, asking if I had left already. I told her yes, that I had a fantastic night, and I left her a gift on the counter. She asked why I didn’t wake her up for a morning quickie and I told her the truth, that it wouldn’t have been quick, and i doubt I’d be able to leave afterwards. I also told her she looked so cute sleeping with her hand between her legs and sent her a pic I took of her sleeping, and she agreed that it was the right call. She thanked me for being “the first notch in her new bedpost” and checking a few things off her bedroom bucket list, and that was that. She got what she wanted, and so did I.
Reminiscing on that night caused me to space out a bit on the judge, and I had to ask her to repeat the question.
“I said, Is there anything else that came up between you filling out your questionnaire packet and now that would prevent you from being impartial on this case?” She repeated, seemingly annoyed. I glanced over to Kate’s desk, she was in a nice pants suit, and her hair was shorter now, shoulder length, and brunette instead of blonde, so that was likely how I didn’t immediately recognize her at first.
“There is your honor. At the time, I didn’t put two and two together, but I have been in front of the prosecutor, Miss Livingston, before, on an unrelated matter.” I turned my gaze to her and continued “Given how that previous encounter ended, I don’t know if I’d be able to restrain myself from being impartial on this case” When I said restrain she looked up and I could tell she recognized me, and blushed a little bit. The judge called both attorneys up for a sidebar and after a brief talk she dismissed them and told me I was free to go. Kate made an effort to not look up at me as I walked by her desk to exit the courtroom, seemingly getting some notes ready for more questions to other potential jurors. As I left the courthouse a free man, an idea came to me, I checked in my trunk and was glad that my emergency kit was in there, compete with rope. Her apartment wasn’t far from the courthouse, so I stopped by a corner store and picked up a card, and headed over to her apartment. I got up to the door and the same cheesy doormat was still in front of the door, so I knew she hadn’t moved. I left the rope on the door handle with the card, which simply read
I still have that bottle of wine, and those panties. If you ever want to make a few more notches, you know how to find me,
A
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dn7a40/getting_excused_from_jury_duty_the_fun_way
Fantastic story!
So did she find you? :-)
A+ story!