THE NEXT MORNING
Jessie pulled up in front of the courthouse and climbed out of the truck. Two attorneys walking past her stumbled over their own feet, one dropping his briefcase. She walked up the steps and through the double doors. There was a young man standing behind a huge counter that went the length of the building.
"Good morning." He smiled at Jessie, "How can I help you?"
"I need to speak with Judge Hood please."
"He's in court and ..."
"Look," Jessie leaned up on the counter, giving the young boy a clear view of her massive cleavage, " I need to talk to him, its important, so." she eased the strap of her sundress down, "if you will just tell me where his office is, I will go and wait for him."
"I.. uh.. its.. right up those steps.. all the way down the end of the hall."
"Is anyone going to stop me?"
"No." he was almost panting, "I... his assistant isn't here yet." he fumbled in a drawer, dropping the set of keys twice, "come on, I will let you in."
Jessie followed him to the judges office and thanked him. She sat down in the big chair behind his desk and waited.
Judge Samuel Hood nodded a good morning to the baliff before climbing the set of stairs leading to his office. He told Trudy, his secretary to bring him a cup of coffee and walked into his office, flipping the light on. He hung his coat on the back of the door, and thanked Trudy for the coffee.
Judge Hood sipped his coffee and was about to sit down and read the paper when his chair swirled around.
"Good Morning." Jessie smiled at him.
"H.. how did you get.. you know what, never mind." He picked up the phone.
"Hang up." Jessie leaned forward.
"What?"
"Hang up the phone." She sat back, "I need a favor."
"Really."
"Yes, really." she smiled, "you do me a favor, and I will do you one."
"Look lady, I am going to call the Sherriff if you don't..."
"All I want is for you to do two tiny little things for me."
He folded his arms over his chest and sighed. She was starting to annoy the shit out of him.
"Who are you,,, hmm.. and what makes you think I will do a damn thing for you?"
"I am Kate Taylor, Clayton Taylor's daughter in law..." she pulled a book out of her purse, "a lot of shit about you in here." she shook her head, "my my, the skeletons one has in his closet."
"You.. y... you... where did you get that?"
"It was in Clayton's safe." She flipped the pages, "you have been a very bad boy your honor." Kate shook her head, "so, unless you want this all over the evening news, and in the local papers, you will do exactly what I want."
"Ok, what do you want." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his checkbook, "How much.."
"Oh.. I don't want money. I want you, first, to fix these property deeds, and then, I want you to give my father a pardon to get him out of prison."
"Your father?"
"Marshall Wayne Davis" Kate smiled, "the man you sent to prison, for the murder Clayton Taylor commited." she patted the book, "Its all in here."
The judge muttered fuck under his breath.
"Now, if you are a very good boy, there just might be something in it for you."
"Oh yeah."
"Oh yes, most definitely." she stood up and walked to the front of the desk. She eased the straps of her white sundress down.
"God almighty."
"So, I guess you are a titty baby?"
"Guilty as charged." he stood there in a trance like state, reaching out to touch her tit. She slapped his hand back, pulling her strap back up.
"No sir.. no titty or pussy, until you do exactly what I ask you to."
"You want me to fix the deeds, how?"
"I want those deeds, to say that I am the owner of the property, the oil business, everything.." she wiped a drop of milk from her nipple and put her finger to his lips. He closed his eyes and sucked her finger, "lot more where that came from." She hiked herself up on his desk and leaned back on her hands, "you do have a copy of Clayton's will, don't you?"
"Yeah, its here somewhere, but..."
"But what?"
"His attorney will have to.."
Jessie picked up the phone and handed it to him, "So.. call him"
The judge nodded, dialing the number of Clayton's attorney.
"Stan, I need you to come to my office, yes now." He stammered, "something's come up.. you know Clayton passed away and well.. we need to fix some things."
He hung the phone up and paced like a caged cat in front of her.
"Now, about my daddy." She swung her feet, "I want him out by the end of the week."
"I cant do that.. it takes weeks to.."
She pursed her lips and played with her fingernail, "By the end of the week." she shook her head, "I would hate for word to get out that you are..."
"Ok.. ok, fine." he sighed, "I will do what I can."
Stan walked across the parking lot, nodding a hello to an older man and woman leaving the courthouse. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He took the steps, two at a time and held the door for a woman and her daughter who were coming out. He signed in and went up to the judges office.
"Mornin Trudy." he tapped the edge of her desk, "could you let Sam know I am here?"
Trudy nodded and after buzzing the judge, she pointed to the door. He thanked her and walked into Sam's office.
"Ok" he slammed the door, "What was so damned important.. "
His words were cut short by the sight in front of him. A hot woman.. with enormous tits hanging to the floor, sucking the hell out of Sam's cock. Stan nervously ran his hand through his hair and swallowed hard. He could feel his own erection growing.
"AHHH yeah baby, just like that." Sam put his hand on top of her head. "Here, get up." he pulled her to her feet and turned her around, entering her from behind. He banged her hard, her huge tits swaying and slapping together.
"MMM baby.. god that pussy feels good.. you gonna let me suck those titties, hmm, always wanted to know what tit milk tasted like.. mmm... stay just like that.. don't move.. I am gonna cum in you." He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, moaning.
"Hey Stan." the judge patted Jessie's cheek and slipped his underwear and pants back on. "glad you could make it."
"What is this about Sam?"
"Stan, this is Jessie Lou Davis, Jessie, Stan Kennie."
"Nice to meet you." Jessie sat back on the couch, her huge tits hanging on either side of her. "Sam, you told me you wanted to suck my titties."
"Oh, I do baby, I do for sure." he winked at her, "just let me handle this first."
Sam slid a file across the table, "I need you to re work this, so that Jessie inherits everything."
"I cant do that."
"You can, and you will." Sam sat on the edge of his desk, "unless you want your name plastered all over hell and back. You were in on the deal we made with Clayton when Marshall Davis' daddy's business was taken from him, and when he was murdered."
Stan looked at Jessie and suddenly the pieces of the puzzle were coming together.
"You are Marshall's daughter?"
"Yes, I am." Jessie grinned at him, "but, Clayton didn't know that, neither do his sons."
Stan nodded. The little vixen was just like her mother, in more ways than one. Best cock sucker in the state. He shuddered at the memory, wondering if Jessie was just as good as Louise was. He intended to find out.
"Ok, so I fix these deeds, and the will." Stan looked from Sam to Jessie, "what's in it for me."
"Come here."
He walked over to Jessie, who was sitting on the couch. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her heavy musky woman scent was strong.
"Get on your knees,"
Stan got on his knees in front of her and she propped one leg up on his shoulder, the other on the arm of the couch. She spread her pussy lips, exposing her ripe bud and started rubbing. Stan heard Sam let out a groan.
Jessie slipped two fingers inside her, wetting them with her juices. She then popped the two slick fingers into Stan's mouth.
"You like the way that tastes?"
"Yeah."
She squirted some breast milk into her hand and held it out. Stan lapped it up like a starving puppy.
"How about that, you like the way that tastes?"
"Shit yea."
"Well." She sat back, "get over there and get to work, and you can have all you want."
Stan swallowed hard and walked over to Sam's desk, taking the pen.
Jessie sauntered up the walkway feeling more powerful than ever. She had finally avenged her granddaddy's death, and her father would be home in a few days. She couldn't wait for the two of them to get into Clayton's bed. She walked into the office and was about to open the safe when she heard someone behind her clear their throat.
"Josh," she laughed, "You scared me. What are you doing in here."
Josh smiled at her and sat down on the couch, "Why don't you tell me." he crossed his arms over his chest, "Jessie."