Wife of Magistrate Implicated in Offenses with a Criminal
This narrative revolves around watersports and a big penis. If neither of these aspects intrigue you, then feel free to stop reading. For those who are still interested, I hope you find the story enjoyable and somewhat arousing.
In my life, I've had a rather comfortably luxurious and often considered ideal existence at the age of 29. I was married to a 13-year-old magistrate, who happens to be 13 years my senior. I considered him to be a kind, caring, and protective husband. When we tied the knot, I believed I'd found everything I desired in a partner. My folks were pleased with our marriage, and I resided in a circle of privilege. I was relieved to not engage in any paid work, while concurrently getting encouraged and eventually drawn into carrying out charitable, voluntary work. This work ended up playing a key role in this story, as it introduced me to a rehabilitation program for young offenders. As I stayed up to date with their activities, I was aware that my spouse had sentenced about half of them.
One day at that program, I was just about to finish tidying up when I went out through the back door of the building to discard trash. I was rather startled to find Darrel, with his back to me, peeing against the wall. He sensed my presence and turned around - showing me a smile. The flow of pee came to a sudden halt, but he maintained his pose without putting his penis back in his trousers. His exceptionally large penis demanded my attention.
"Seems you've never seen a cock before, Mrs. Taylor. You're petrified not by its size, or maybe your husband isn't doing the job in bed?"
Stunned, I was completely unable to respond. Darrel was undeniably right. It was the sheer size that mesmerized me. I had heard that men cannot pee when they have an erection and concluded that's why he had stopped. How incorrect I was.
"Would you like to watch me pee again, Mrs. Taylor?"
I was still incapable of uttering a word. Never in my life had I witnessed a man pee. I was staggered when he peed so forcefully that it covered the ground between him and me. The stream then weakened and ceased.
"You're invited to come closer and clean my dick with your attractive mouth. It would be marvelous to watch you kneel in front of me and worship my cock. One day, I'll stuff your sexy ass and make you explode into climax again and again."
With that said, he chuckled at my awestruck expression. I tried to maintain my composure, disposed of the rubbish, and returned to the building. However, my mind was chaotic for weeks to come. The sight of Darrel's enormous penis persistently played on my thoughts. In the evenings and mornings, it was the first thing to cross my mind. I found myself examining the crotch of every male aged 16-40, wondering if their manhood matched Darrel's. I pondered Darrel's threat to penetrate me one day. It had been pronounced more of a declaration than a threat.
Darrel's exploits were commonly known to my husband, as he'd encountered him in court on many occasions. Darrel wasn't a mass murderer or a violent criminal, but he had previously been imprisoned several times for less severe offenses, including drug trafficking. He'd claimed that the drugs were intended for personal use, and his 17-year-old girlfriend served as his alibi. My husband had been forgiving in his sentencing, revealing that Darrel's mother caused most of his issues.
Darrel's notorious reputation fueled my late-night and early-morning fantasies. Four mornings after witnessing that incident, I awoke from a sexually charged dream. The dream involved a mafia-like figure with a mammoth cock fucking me. I accidently woke up and rushed to stimulate myself as this occurred. The vision of Darrel and his formidable erection filled my imagination. I engaged in self-pleasure and imagined him teasing me about how wet I was, thoroughly enjoying the idea of receiving his gigantic penis. Although I lay in bed masturbating, a part of me yearned to fight the Darrel in my fantasy and refused to reach a climax.
I lost the imaginary fight with a grand finale, experiencing a forceful climax that left me reeling. When I regained my bearings, I chuckled at myself for getting so caught up in my daydreams. I assumed that imagining Darrel would be the end of it, but I was mistaken.
As the days passed, I could think of nothing but seeing Darrel, especially his private parts. When my voluntary work came around, I anxiously inquired about his attendance. I was told he was supposed to be there but hadn't shown up yet. It worried me that I wanted to see a delinquent like Darrel so badly - was I losing my mind? When he finally walked in with his usual bravado, my heart raced and my pulse quickened. He smiled, seemingly aware of his impact on me.
Ignoring my instincts, I didn't address him and avoided eye contact. I made multiple trips to the trash cans, hoping for a chance encounter with him. When I returned for the third time, he winked and walked past me. I resumed cleaning up after the food, and out of the blue, I felt a hand on my butt.
"The next time you throw out the garbage, would you like some help? Either I can offer my hand to carry it out for you, or if you prefer, your hand can offer some relief to my dick that you seem to have had quite a liking for. Do either of these options pique your interest, Mrs. Taylor?"
This boy might be a villain, but he knew my thoughts in a very unnerving way. At that moment, all I wanted was sex - with this suspicious man with a massive penis. It was terrifying that he could understand my desires.
"From your response, you seem more drawn to the latter. I need to use the restroom, but I don't think the yard is the best location. If you want to assist me, be in the handicapped stall in exactly five minutes."
He left as quickly as he arrived, leaving me perplexed, aroused, and frightened that I would be in the handicapped bathroom when he was clearly anticipating me. I knew acting on it would be foolish, but the pull was incredibly strong and convinced me to arrive within the given time. His smile upon opening the door was smug, indicating he was in control and I was not to argue. His penis hung out of his pants, significantly larger than before.
As if reading my thoughts, he sat on the toilet and summoned me to kneel in front of him. Upon close inspection, the penis looked larger than I could have imagined. He didn't command me to suck his cock verbally; instead, I forced my mouth open as wide as possible to accept the first three to four inches of his massive erection. Suddenly, it dawned on me; I was on my knees in a toilet, blowing the colossal erection of a convict who my husband had recently sentenced. I felt filthy, yet more aroused than ever in my life. I questioned what it'd feel like to have my pussy penetrated by the cock that was stretching my jaw far and wide. That thought was shattered when Darrel suggested,
"If you do a great job, I might think about fucking your tight little pussy next time. You'd have to ask me nicely, though."
There was a lot to process in that brief statement. He expected to see me again, he wouldn't have sex with me on this occasion, I'd have to request it, and he had the audacity to call my pussy little and tight. I considered arguing, but couldn't bring myself to do so. Instead, I focused on giving him the most pleasurable experience possible.
I let go of his balls and tried to touch myself, but received a scolding.
"I didn't give you permission to touch yourself. I've been considering ways to reward you if you perform well, but I might need to reconsider my plan. Now, focus on giving me an incredible orgasm."
I devoted my full attention to his cock and, after a short time, recognized the familiar signals indicating his imminent orgasm. His last order was to bear the consequences of a spill. I have never experienced a man climaxing in the way he did that day. As his balls tightened slightly in my hand, the head of his penis became even more prominent, yet the best part was that my hand around the base of his penis felt the first three ejaculations racing up the length of his erection. The first three spurts were potent and inundated my mouth. I was worried I would be drenched, but managed to swallow just enough to prevent spillage. I was granted a glimpse of his facial expressions as the climax ran its course within seconds. he waited for a while before he removed his penis, then led me towards the bathroom and instructed me to sit on the toilet, lifting my skirt. I had no clue what would transpire next, but I was desperate to discover. He halted me as I started removing my panties. He ordered me to leave them on, but ready to pee.
"I relish the feeling of peeing, particularly post-orgasm. As for that orgasm, it was very satisfying. Now, take a seat, spread your legs apart widely. When I tell you to pee, you must do so immediately."
He approached me, placing his hand on my wet panties. To my surprise, he didn't take them off or reach inside. Instead, he casually caressed the area that was now soaked by my arousal.
"Wow, are you constantly so aroused and wet like this with your husband?"
It was a straightforward query, but I didn't wish to admit that I had never been as aroused as this with my spouse. Conversely, I felt incredibly embarrassed about the level of arousal I had experienced without any physical stimulation. I opted not to expose my husband's inadequacies by telling him I never felt as aroused with him, and just simply said, "I always get very wet when aroused." He laughed at that and used a derogatory term. He instructed me to be prepared to pee on command but not before.
I sat back, unsure of what was to come next. This was completely uncharted territory for me. Although my husband had never witnessed me as I peed, here I was, exposing my undergarments and preparing to urinate in front of a virtual stranger. When he took a firm grip on his semi-erect penis, I expected him to masturbate, but instead, he turned it towards me and began to pee. The initial jet struck my bellybutton, but he quickly adjusted it so it hit my pussy. The stream was mighty and as he played the spray around the region, it stimulated my clit. It was incredibly enjoyable; better than any fingerplay; and so incredibly filthy that I knew I'd climax if he continued. He continued and my climax hit me powerfully. I had to force my legs to remain open so that his urine spray could reach my clit. I was barely finished climaxing when he commanded,
"Pee now and pee hard."
I swiftly carried out his instructions and the best experience of peeing occurred for me. He was still peeing on me as my bladder emptied. There were numerous feelings overwhelming me at the same time. I'd never experienced a more confusing sensation. I hadn't the faintest idea what was going on, but it was fantastic. His ultimate feat was to convince me to do something I still can't believe I did. With a big grin on his face, he said,
"If you wish to see my cock again, then you must kiss it and clean it right now."
His penis had softened, but it was still a giant. The head, though not rock hard, remained silky smooth. It was more comfortable dealing with it in my mouth than when it was fully erect. That was, until it regained its rigidity. I loved the feeling of it expanding, but as soon as it was fully erect, he extracted it from my mouth.
"I'd adore to penetrate you right now Mrs. Taylor, but I believe you may be missed if we're in here for too long. It's been delightful getting to know you far better, but there's so much more of you that I'd like to explore and experience. I hope you possess as much depth as I presume you do, as I'd relish the opportunity to 'explore your depths' to their fullest."
He left the bathroom without seeming to care about being seen. He left the door open even though I was struggling to find a suitable way to handle my dripping panties. In the end, I flushed them away, as they were unsuitable for use anymore. I spent the rest of the afternoon without panties and still in a highly aroused state. I can't even fathom the consequences had I not enjoyed the remarkable orgasm earlier.
Everyone was walking out when Darrel whispered loudly for everyone to hear, "Nice meeting you, Mrs. Taylor. I'm sure you're eagerly anticipating our next encounter next week." I got some curious glances, but no one dared to confront me as my face turned an embarrassing shade of red. He was spot on - I had a heck of a week ahead of me.
Thinking about possible future stories about the Magistrate's wife, I wonder what meaningful events could unfold. If you have any Creative storylines in mind, please share them and I'll try to write an engaging version of them.
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