Leland Stern

Chief Judge Leland Stern walked into a restaurant to have lunch with a friend. He had a good life -- wealthy from a life as a trial lawyer, and now with the community standing of a judge. He had a beautiful wife and 5 grown kids, but he wasn't without frustration. His wife was becoming frigid, and he had to listen to his friend crow about banging his young secretary. He was about to excuse himself early when he saw her. A 25 year-old dark haired beauty. She smiled at him, perking herself up to show him her ass in yoga pants. He looked at her, eyes wide, and then she looked at him, and then to the men's bathroom.

"Excuse me, Walter, nature calls," Leland said smoothly. He went into the handicapped stall, and a minute later the beauty walked in.

"You're the best thing I've seen in a while," Carrie purred, undoing his trousers. Leland was about 5'9, thinly built, with a severe manner. He was blessed with an eight inch cock. Carrie pulled it out. Mmm, not a gray-beard this time. All white. Leland pulled her up against the wall, dropping his pants and underwear, and holding her skull with both hands as he pushed his cock into her mouth. He liked to control, to dominate, and he started to fuck her mouth, her head right next to the toilet.

Carrie moaned on his cock, reaching up to squeeze his ass. His balls started to slap her chin. Maureen hadn't sucked his cock like this ... ever. This was what he was missing in life. He took her for twenty minutes, fucking her mouth, fingers buried in her raven locks. Then he pulled back, jerking on his cock, spraying her with a facial, marking her as his.

"Mmm, I needed that sugar," he crowed. "Listen, my old hag of an assistant is ready to retire. I could use a more ... pliant replacement."