Judge John Evans was leaving his Chambers and making his way to the courtroom for the trial of Jonathan Williams, a self-confessed burglar who had been up before the bench more times than the judge had had hot dinners. But this case was different. 

Soon after raiding a house, he was caught having sex in the back of his car with the loot still in the trunk. It was a fair cop and the police were in two minds whether to charge him for burglary or charge both of them for indecent exposure. With the loot quickly forgotten, Jonathan Williams found himself up against the Crown on more serious charges of public exposure and indecency. It came as a bit of a shock when he was told that there were no charges against the woman involved, but he had come to expect that from the law.

Judge John Evans weaved his way through the corridors, papers under his arm, nodding and smiling at people as he walked. His phone rang, he quickly picked it out of his pocket and answered the call.

“Darling, I can’t talk right now, I’m due in the courtroom in five minutes.”

His wife, Janice, was insistent that he answer a few questions that she had regarding the weekend’s party that she was organising on his behalf. He groaned when she told him she had a list of perhaps thirty items for his consideration and with some trepidation, he compromised and put a Bluetooth earbud into his ear as he walked.

“Quickly, now, rattle them off before I get to the courtroom,” he told her.

She did as best as she could, but his pace meant that he was about to walk into the courtroom before she had finished.

“You’ll just have to decide on the rest yourself,” he said before reaching for the off switch to his phone.

Don’t you dare cut me off? I need to finish this, it’s your bloody party, not mine. She hit back at him.

“Okay, I'll give one cough for yes, two for no. Finish as quickly as you can,” he added.

He entered the courtroom and made his way to the bench.

“All rise,” announced the bailiff.

The whole room shuffled upwards as Judge John Evans entered the court. He reached the bench, shifted his robes forward and sat down on the leather chair.

Beef, two joints or just one? I think two, do you agree?

The judge coughed once.

Judge John Evans proceeded to tell everyone but the jury to be seated while he instructed the bailiff to swear in the jury. Once that was done the sentence was read aloud.

The salmon, I was going to order a whole one, cut it in two and lay it out on two silver platters. Do you agree with that?

“Jonathan Williams, you are brought before this court to face charges, that on the night of the seventh of March in the year of 2020 you did engage in sexual activities with Melissa Thompson in the back of your car resulting in the charges before you on public exposure and indecency. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty, your honour,” he announced.

The judge took a hard look at Jonathan Williams and coughed once.

As soon as they were seated, he proceeded to ask the prosecution and then the defence attorneys to give their opening statements.

Shall we order a case of champagne?

The judge coughed twice.

Four bottles then, enough for a glass each?

The judge coughed once. In between delivering her questions, Janice had been listening to the opening remarks of the prosecution.

Fuck me, did I hear that right. Did she say what I thought she said?

The judge looked at the defence attorney and smiled in her direction. She did, in fact, say that the defendant took his cock out and proceeded to feed it into Melissa Thompson’s mouth before they entered the car and that she was a willing participant in the sexual act.

After the opening statements, the prosecution called several witnesses to try and imply that Jonathan Thompson had, on more than one occasion, used his car in public places for sex. The prosecution had in fact, amassed a number of similar situations involving Jonathan Thompson. The defence attorney declined to cross-examine the witnesses for the prosecution.

Right, that’s it – all done on the food and drink front. Don’t cut me off, can I listen?

He knew it was against the rules but he coughed once, nevertheless.

It came as a surprise but the prosecution had called Melissa Thompson, presumably to further implicate Jonathan Thompson. It was a tearful performance and one that was delivered to perfection. The prosecutor’s statements held nothing back.

“So, Miss Thompson, when you both got into the backseat of the car, you then proceeded to engage in sexual activity… is that correct?”

“Objection your honour, leading the witness,” cried the defence attorney.

I remember last night leading you up the stairs, your honour. Though I have to say, your honour was nowhere in sight. I know you were staring at my wet and willing pussy. Salivating at the thought. Do you remember what happened when I got to the top of the stairs and you were four steps below me? You loved that, didn’t you!

The prosecution barrister had stopped talking and looked in the direction of the judge.

Who’s the defence attorney? Her voice sounds familiar.

The judge coughed the once and then proceeded with his ruling, “Objection sustained, please re-phrase your question.”

Then with a hand over his mouth and a whisper into the earphone, “Jennifer,” he said.

Not Jennifer Peasbottom?

The judge coughed once. The prosecution began to rephrase the questions to allow the witness to describe the events of the evening. There was much sobbing and crying in between the graphic detail of how she was persuaded into performing the oral sex act. It was a good performance by anyone’s standard. Spielberg or any half-decent producer would have signed her up on the spot.

Hasn’t she been through most of the male barristers and judges from that courtroom? She’s a right one to be defending someone of public indecency. She’s indecent ninety per cent of the time.

Judge John Evans looked in the direction of Jennifer Peasbottom. She had, in fact, been caught at chambers with many men’s penises down her throat, mostly late at night due to the hours they kept. He had not been one of the judges that had had the pleasure of her throat though he suspected it would only be a matter of time. He could only assume that she was working her way alphabetically up from the bottom. Like a good little barrister should.

Is your cock getting hard thinking of Jeniffer Peasbottom on her knees?

Judge John Evans was anything but dishonourable. He coughed once. He let his hand slip underneath his robes to adjust his growing manhood and he pulled his chair a little closer to the bench.

You dirty little fucker. Just you wait until you get home. I think we shall have the same as last night – what do you say?

The judge coughed once and a knowing smile spread across his lips, caught only by one of the jurors to the judges right.

You seemed to like me dressed in my leather thigh-high boots and basque.

It was very true, his wife did look delectable in her leather gear, but it wasn’t the boots that turned him on the most.

The prosecution had concluded with the witness and it was now over to the defence attorney for the cross-examination.

“Melissa Thompson, is that your name?”

It was a stupid question because everyone in the courtroom knew that it was her name.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Not Suzy Jones, or Mel Jones or Sally Thompson?”

“I sometimes use those names, yeah.”

“You sometimes use those names,” the defence attorney nodded. “Will you describe to the court when and where you use those names?”

The tears had dried up, Melissa swallowed hard, “Sometimes when I’m out at clubs and bars.”

“And on the night of the seventh of March, you choose to use Melissa Thompson.”

“It’s my real name,” replied Melissa.

“Why do you use other names, Melissa?”

“I just do. I like using different names.”

“Is it so that the men can’t trace you after you have had sex with them.”

She sounds like a cocksucker to me. Just like your Jennifer.

“Objection your honour, leading the witness,” cried out the prosecution.

“Objection overruled. Miss Peasbottom, where are you going with this line of questioning?”

I bet she’d like to go to your chambers with it and show you exactly how that Melissa behaved that night. Is it true what they say? Can she really deep throat a ten-inch cock? I bet she won’t do what we did last night. It’s not her style is it, darling.

“I merely wish to establish the kind of woman that Melissa Thompson is, your honour. That she wasn’t the innocent bystander that the prosecution makes her out to be. That she’s made of the same material as Jonathan Thompson and that she should be standing in the dock beside him.”

Jennifer is probably her twin sister. Correct me if I’m wrong but I bet that after this trial they will get together and compare notes.

“Then please keep to the point. Carry on.”

Are you talking to me or her? I take it you’re talking to me. Do you want me to describe how you behaved last night? What you did at the top of those stairs when I turned around? Do you?

The judge coughed once.

Judge John Evans started to squeeze his cock from underneath his gown with his left hand. He had twisted it around and had positioned it so that it lay across the crease of his right thigh.  He squeezed his balls through the thin fabric of the slacks with his other hand and his cock grew in expectation at the thought of Jennifer Peasbottom, the defence attorney, on her knees in front of him sucking his cock, just like Melissa Thompson had done to Jonathan Williams on that fateful night.

He could see where Jennifer was going with the cross-examination and he could see that she had a fair few aces up her sleeve. Her bright red lipstick gleamed in his direction and it was all he could do to maintain a sense of decorum. It was quite the effort, with Melissa to his left, Jennifer in front of him and his horny wife in his ear.

“Melissa, can you identify the woman in these images for me please.”

The defence attorney handed the witness a packet containing several images. She handed the judge a similar package and the jury the third package. Each member of the jury studied the images before passing them around.

Melissa looked at the pictures, a pout formed on her lips, then a grimace before looking directly at Jennifer Peasbottom.

Judge John Evans, studied all the images with his gaze being drawn to one in particular.

It’s a shame I can’t see those images. Are those of Melissa sucking cock?

The judge coughed once.

“For the record, I am showing the courtroom several images of a woman on her knees, sucking on men’s penises. All captured from a variety of CCTV cameras in the local region.”

The jury and judge feasted on the images of the woman, on her knees. Judge John Evans closed his eyes momentarily as he remembered. One of the images was as clear as daylight and it was unmistakably one of Melissa. She couldn’t deny it. She didn’t.

“They are all of me.”

“Sucking cock,” said Jennifer.

Melissa nodded.

“For the record, can you please speak up,” said Judge John Evans.

How the fuck can she speak with her mouth full? Have mercy on the girl. Do you know what it’s like?

“Yes, sucking cock,” replied Melissa.

“And in each of these images, there seems to be a different man. Is that correct?” Added Jennifer.

See, at least I don’t do that. I don’t suck on anyone’s cock. Not like that Jennifer in front of you. I bet she’s enjoying this isn’t she?

The judge coughed once. He adjusted his cock once more and started to squeeze more urgently at his stiffness. He wanted to slip his hand down his slacks and caress the head in the palm of his hand. Pull-on it a while. No, what he wanted to do was take it out and experience Jennifer Peasbottom’s throat. That’s what he really wanted to do.

“Yes, a different one each time,” Melissa’s head hung in shame. Her blushes were only hidden by the long blonde hair that flowed around her face. Though, in one of the images, her hair was as black as the night.

“Is it not true to say that you sometimes go out in the evenings to entice men into back alleyways so that you can satisfy your need to swallow semen?” Asked Jennifer Peasbottom. The irony was not lost on her. While Melissa did this in the outside world, Jennifer was no different, but at least her actions were confined to chambers and a much higher-class of person with far more to lose.

“Objection your honour, leading the witness,” cried the prosecution once more.

“Objection sustained,” cried the judge. “Miss Peasbottom, you must stop putting words into the witness’ mouth. Any more and I shall throw this case out-of-court.”

Putting words in the witness’ mouth – I like it. You never had words in your mouth, did you? Not last night. You had something far more entertaining. Are you thinking of getting Jennifer back to your chambers so that she can give you one after this hearing?

The judge coughed once. The smirk on his face evident that he was attempting to rile his wife into some kind of verbal outrage.

Well then. We are going to have to tell her what you like the most. Aren’t we!

The judge coughed twice.

Come now, don’t be shy, she may like it?

The judge coughed twice.

Do you want me to tell her what you like doing the most? Shall I ring her and let her know, or perhaps we can show her at your weekend party while she sips Champagne and nibbles on the salmon.

The cross-examination was coming to a close with the main witness for the prosecution thoroughly discredited in front of the jury. Melissa had been exposed as a true slut. Not that she would have complained about that label, but it was a blow to the monetary payment that she was promised to testify against Jonathan Williams and make out that it was he that made her do it. In actual fact, the defence had pretty much established that it was her that seduced Jonathan Thompson.

Stroke your cock for me, can you do that?

The judge coughed once. Judge John Evans squeezed and stroked the length of his cock as much as he could. He could feel the need to ejaculate. The only thing that kept him back was not knowing where it would all end up or whether it would make a mess on the outside of his garments. But he wanted to cum.

The images in his head of Jennifer’s red lips around his cock were becoming too much for him. The images that were painted of Melissa Thompson or whatever her name was, he preferred the name Suzy, had also engaged the wrong brain. He so desperately wanted to frequent the same alleyways as she did. Even thoughts of pushing his cock between her large breasts and spurting over her pretty face were foremost in his mind. Then there was his wife…

I bet you're close to cumming, aren’t you?

The judge coughed once.

All you need is for me to tell you how badly you behaved last night at the top of those stairs before I took you into our bed. Is that what you want to hear? Will that do it for you?

The closing statements were about to be read.

Prosecution:

“Members of the jury. Melissa may not have been an innocent bystander but she was approached by a designing man that had previous knowledge of her behaviour, yes. But that doesn’t give him the right to expose himself in the car park or take her inside his car and as she put it, ‘fuck her brains out.’ Melissa, at every opportunity, stated, quite clearly, that she thought the said act of sucking cock was beneath her and that it was Jonathan Thompson that encouraged her to act the way she did…”

You were compliant, weren’t you? You couldn’t wait to do what I told you to do. At the top of the stairs when I turned around. You were just the right height and needy enough to want to do it. You should have seen the smile on my face when you did. You’re such a slut.

Judge John Evans squeezed and stroked his cock in earnest. Sly glances were thrown to the attendants nearby. He checked the jury to make sure everyone concentrated on the attorney’s delivering their closing statements as he covertly jerked his cock.

“… That she had agreed to sex in his car is undeniable, but she had repeatedly told him that she was not prepared to get caught out and that they should wait until they got home…”

You never resisted, did you? Oh no. Your mouth was over my black cock as soon as you were level with it. You couldn’t wait to get it around your lips. Just like Jennifer probably can’t wait to get yours down her throat right after this hearing.

The judge found himself breathing quite heavily for a courtroom. He strained to keep his breathing in check, but his wife was getting to the juicy bits, the bits he liked to hear, the description that would bring him off in his own courtroom with at least two cocksuckers in the same room, probably far more.

“… What Jonathan Williams did that evening is a clear case of causing a scene in public. He is the one responsible for progressing the act of indecency. That concludes the case for the prosecution, your honour.”

Bollocks, did she? I bet she only complained when his teeny-weeny didn’t reach the back of her throat, or when his spunk dribbled from the end of his cock rather than spurted.  I’m sure Jennifer would complain as well if that happened to her.

Defence:

“Members of the jury. My learned friend couldn’t be more wrong. What you see before you, is a woman that thrives on men. She entertains the idea of luring them into back alleyways to suck them dry…”

That’s Jennifer for you. She’s got that bit right – bless her. She’s just like me. Just like I thrived on you that night when I took you to the bedroom holding your stiff cock in my hand and you holding mine. I loved the way you were so compliant. So submissive. Not like you would be with Jennifer. You’d show her who was the man – wouldn’t you?

The judge coughed once, then twice, then once again; confused by the closeness of his pending ejaculation. His gaze fell on Jennifer Peasbottom as he imagined her kneeling before him. Her tits splaying from the top of her gown, her blonde wig bobbing up and down. He had stopped listening to her words. The intelligent bit between his legs was stuck on her last few words, “Suck them dry.”

“… She is a slut, a whore, a liar. She uses many names because she knows they will be one-night stands and there will be no recourse for her the next day. Jonathan Williams thought he was lucky to have found her…”

You were lucky to have found me, weren’t you?

The judge coughed once.

Your filthy wife, the one that dresses to please you. The one that takes you into the bedroom and positions you on all fours…

Judge John Evans closed his eyes, his cock was on the very verge of spurting. With his other hand, he rolled the palm over his heavy balls. He tugged at the end of his cock, silently speaking the mantra, wishing his wife to get to the end of her story.

… before oiling your anus and slipping my cock into you from behind. How you cried out with pleasure as I penetrated you last night. You fucking loved it. And now you want to keep it a secret from Jennifer Peasbottom. Naughty – naughty.

“… A good-time girl and one that was attractive, eager and with sizeable assets. He did not need to persuade her. More likely the other way around. He didn’t stop the sexual act in public, because she never wanted him to stop…”

You never wanted me to stop either, did you? I remember you crying out or me to fuck you harder. Take your arse – you told me. So I did. I fucked you, grabbed your hips and fucked you as you do to me. I admit, I wasn’t expecting you to cum so much without even touching your cock, but I was impressed with the mess you made on the sheets. Very impressed.

Judge John Evans squirted into his trousers and pants. Semen shot from the end of his cock and it was all he could do to contain his enthusiasm as he listened to the end of the closing statements.

“… Jonathan Williams was as trapped as she wanted him to be and at the end of the act, when they were caught, had decided that she could pretend to implicate him as being solely responsible. Jonathan Williams was a victim of that fateful night, not an instigator. That concludes the case for the defence, your honour.”

Well said. She’s growing on me. I like her summary. Do you want mine now?

The judge coughed once.

The court was adjourned. Judge John Evans dared not stand up, but he had to.

Members of the jury, your judge has ejaculated in his pants. I think you're going to have trouble cleaning up that mess. I heard you cum even if they didn’t, your honour.

In his pants was a sizeable amount of white fluid which was being added to with every jerk of his cock. He tried to stuff his cock back between his legs as much as his movements would allow and before he rose he quickly checked the outside of his garments to establish how much had leaked through. There was very little and for that he was relieved. It was time for the jury to consider their verdict.

“All rise,” announced the bailiff.

Everything on the outside looked to be in order, but the inside of his pants was in turmoil and full of wet and warm liquid eagerly waiting to embarrass him. As soon as he rose he made a rapid beeline for the toilets, to clean himself up.

ooOoo

It only took the jury two hours to acquit the defendant. The verdict was unanimous. Melissa’s acts of sexual depravity were, it had to be said, over and above that required for them to free Jonathan Williams.

Judge John Evans had no option but to set Jonathan Williams free. He added that the court case was a farce and shouldn’t have been brought without due diligence.

Jennifer Peasbottom approached Judge John Evans on his way out of court.

“John, a moment of your time, please,” she shouted.

“Jennifer, a very good result for you. Well done, you certainly packed a fair few punches and surprises in there today. Excellent summary if I may say so.”

Jennifer blushed, it wasn’t something that she did that often.

“I got this from your wife just now. I’m a little confused, care to explain?” She asked, handing him her phone to read the texts.

Jen, I hope you can attend the party John and I are having this weekend. Do say you’ll come.
Ask Judge John Evans about what he’d like you to do for him in his chambers before Saturday? I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised!

“I haven’t a clue what she’s talking about – sorry,” he replied.

“Judge, just one last question if I may?”

Judge John Evans stopped to address her.

“Why wasn’t Melissa brought before the court alongside Jonathan Thompson?”

It was a reasonable question for public indecency involving two people. The judge looked towards the ceiling, pursed his lips and sighed.

“She’s the Chief Constable's daughter,” he said, nodded his head and turned to leave. Pleased with himself that he had got out of the potentially embarrassing cross-examination about his wife’s text message, though he was in no doubt that the topic would resurface.