*This 18+ story is purely fictional. Its exceptional horny characters do not exist except in pure fantasy. Enjoy!
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Judge Jurie works at the pinnacle of the public justice system, but in very private practice the wily old man is a pompous old prick with double standards and a lustful bent for young skirt on the sly.
Why? Because he's an egotistical self-proclaimed protector of the innocent who's quite handsome in his shock of grey hair and rugged looks and while he's popular with the older ladies he's a closet devil of a kind they'd find too naughty for words.
He certainly doesn't practice after hours what he preaches in the courtroom. If you're already wondering what's this got to do with adventurous sexy little Katie, the 18 year-old comely teenager whose very diminutive size and absolutely innocent face entices males to mistakenly think she's of another school of thought so hang about and see how this pillar of society works when no one's looking over his shoulder.
And he's found it in the new-to-the-working-world beguiling tiny model Katie. She's sweet by any mouth-watering taste and a mere 4ft 7in. in high heels.
Thanks to his secret 'VIP' membership of an adult entertainment agency called 'Cherished Companions Come to You' the randy old bugger with such lecherous leanings is about to meet Katie in his after-hours private chambers.
Looking at the agency's pictures of her dressed as a flirtatious and vexatious wayward schoolgirl even the learned judge is learning that not every working girl has big tits and at least one school allows a skirt that sits level with the bottom of her backside cheeks.
He swallows at the sight of midget mimicking small frame with invitingly perky one and a half inch high puffy areola mounds on the tiniest tits he's ever seen and a ripple of excitement runs through his loins.
That she has to carry proof of age ID with her on all her companion modelling jobs doesn't concern a man like Judge Jurie because no one tells him what to think let alone how to think. His fetish is his favourite fantasy and he sure isn't telling anyone at work about that. While he sits in his chambers waiting for her to arrive the Queen Cleopatra- styled entertainment agency owner Lana, a buxom 6ft tall very shapely woman with flashing black hair that descends below the level of her open cleavage satin business shirt, gives Katie a soft warm kiss on the lips as she's about to head out the door to meet up with the testy old judge.
"Oh what a ravishing little brat schoolgirl you look," she purrs, "Judge Jurie will end up beside himself when he looks you up and down."
"Is he a fit or fat for his age," Katie queries. "I mean he's a judge so he must be a bit ancient?"
Lana laughs. "Well Katie he's not that old you know, I mean many a much older man is still fit for a fiddle; I mean fit as a fiddle well into his life cycle so if you're going to hold anything against him it better not be his age. Okay he's a grandfather age in your case but go and have some fun turning the old guy on. You know he's going to make out you've landed yourself in his courtroom for being extremely naughty and he'll want to remind you how important he is."
Katie learnt this much from her Uncle Zach about older men -- the older they get, the younger they want to feel. In any case she figures in this fantasy business there must be lots of older men yearning to reclaim something of their past -- the scent and feel of a naked nubile body so firm, so smooth, so tantalisingly delicious.
She shrugs her narrow shoulders and straightens up her broad rim felt school hat with its fake badge 'Angels Elementary Public School' and gives a cheeky smirk. "Okay then Lani it's just as well I can't help myself sometimes, this could be fun."
Katie heads off while across town the horny old judge's perversion for a sexual high sees him skimming through the description of her provided by the agency boss. He's satisfied that she seems a hot little number he can count on to quench his carnal desire. Alongside an alluring schoolgirl bumfreezer skirt picture of her pouting her hot lips, arms folded like a defiant wag the notes describe her as a repeat offender who regularly skips school, ignores authority, acts way too precocious for her age and needs straightening out after being caught in the school library giving a head job to the head cleaner. How she mounts her defence against the learned judge before he can mount her will be interesting indeed, especially since she's running late. That makes him even more agitated as he sits impatiently. He adjusts yet again his ceremonial barrister's type wig and the courtroom long black robes that hide the truth he's wearing nothing underneath except a concealed weapon attached to a big set of balls.
Finally she arrives and proceedings get underway, his private chambers suddenly becoming public open space for the anonymous audience of Literotica readers equally anxious to find out whether the bawdy inclined public protector finds little Katie truly innocent or guilty. In his own arena the big man is a law unto himself and he quickly acts as prosecutor and judge if only to be fair so that little Katie knows she's on trial and if he finds in her favour he can still try her again and again, and again, if he's that good.
No sooner has the alleged school dropout arrived that Judge Jurie's booming voice startles her with a characteristic barrister-like scare tactic, a sneering expression and wave of the finger in her face. "You're holding up the court, how dare you be running late and making me wait," he booms. But he's not acting, even if little Katie is.
"Okay I'm pleading not guilty already if you want to know," the hot little honey replies haughtily. "I don't hurry for any man, I do as I please so go stick your dick up yourself," she laughs, giving him a patronising flutter of her fake eye lashes to make her seem older.
"Ha!" he exclaims excitedly liking what he sees and hears, a veritable fuck baby if he ever saw one. "I know your type, a little smart arse coming into my courtroom thinking you can sexily flutter your long eyelashes in my face and expect me to just give you a slap over the wrist."