Jury Duty Debauchery

Doing my civic duty to get an innocent man off

Richard, the balding middle-aged foreman, takes his seat at the head of the table. “Seems like a pretty open and shut case, but let’s just get a quick show of hands for the record. Who thinks he did it?”

Eleven hands shoot into the air, including Richard’s. Then, eleven heads swivel towards me, the lone dissenter.

“Seriously?” Peter, a local grad student, slams his pen down on his notebook. “There were eye witnesses.”

“Yeah,” I say. “That couple who said they were having sex when the defendant ran past their window. I’m not so sure they’re credible.”

“Why the hell not?” Helen, the heavyset accountant, asks.

She’s the only other female juror, and she’s been treating me with disdain all day. First, it was muttering under her breath about my skirt being too short; then she openly mocked me for ordering a salad for lunch. She clearly hasn’t been laid in a while.

“They claimed to have been doing reverse cowgirl,” I say.

“So?”

“So, has anyone in here ever done reverse cowgirl?”

The other jurors murmur amongst themselves, but nobody speaks up.

“Ok, then has anyone seen people do it in porn?”

Chris, a 28-year-old pizza delivery guy who lives in his parents’ basement, starts to raise his hand but quickly puts it down when he sees he’s the only one. ‘Almost honesty’ is better than nothing. I’ll count him as a potential ally.

“It’s a very difficult position,” I say. “The woman would almost certainly be blocking the man’s view; meanwhile, she’d be concentrating so hard on holding herself up that she wouldn’t be able to reliably identify a person’s face if they were just streaking past the window.”

And what a face it is. Johnny Switchblade may have a preposterously incriminating name and a sleeve of sketchy gang tattoos, but he’s got the cheekbones of an angel. Plus, he has an alibi.

He claims to have been reading to a bunch of kids at the library. Unfortunately, the only person who saw him while he wasn’t wearing his purple hippo costume was the 82-year-old near-sighted librarian. The prosecution eviscerated this poor woman on the stand. It was brutal.

“That’s bullshit,” Richard says. “The girlfriend was barely five feet tall and the boyfriend was enormous. I’m sure he could see past her in any position.”

“Yeah,” Peter says. “And what if she’s just really good at fucking? You don’t know what she could or couldn’t see. I mean, how much concentration does it take to look out a window and see a guy?”

“And why should we take your word for it?” Helen asks. “What makes you the backwards cowgirl expert?”

“Years of practice,” I say. “Trust me; this is my exact area of expertise.”

“I thought you said you were a nurse,” Richard says.

“Sometimes, I am — when my fans request it. Sometimes, I’m a teacher. Sometimes, I’m an astronaut. Usually, I’m a cowgirl.”

“What the f — ”

“Holy shit!” Chris shouts. “You’re Lonnee Ranger! I recognize that freckle next to your mouth.”

“Guilty as charged.”

A cowboy hat and mask can only hide so much. Chris is more observant than I gave him credit for.

Helen scowls. “Wait, so you’re a hooker?”

“No,” Chris snaps. “She’s a very talented adult film actress. Her Onlyfans page has 22 thousand subscribers.”

“And reverse cowgirl happens to be my specialty.”

I may not have huge knockers or a bubbly ass, but when my pretty pink cunt is opened wide for the camera and a well-hung stud is hammering me from below, those tips pour in like water through a broken dam.

Richard crosses his arms. “I’m not buying it. If they said they saw the guy, then they did. And it’ll take more than your so-called ‘expert opinion’ to convince me otherwise.”

“Well, then how about a demonstration?” I suggest.

“Say what, now?” Richard says.

“Mr. Switchblade is being accused of murder, and is facing the death penalty. If we’re going to convict him, we’d better be damn sure he did it.”

“But what do you mean by ‘demonstration?’ Surely you don’t mean having sex in this room right in front of everyone.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. Of course, I’ll need a volunteer. Preferably someone tall…”

There is a decent swatch of men in the room, varying greatly in age, height, and weight. None are guys I would normally fuck, but this is to save an innocent man’s life.

“Chris, you’re about the same height as the male witness,” I say. “Wanna help me out here?”

He takes a big gulp. “I mean… I’m a big fan and all, but I’m no porn star. I don’t know that I can do what you need me to do.”

“You have a cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you straight?”

“Yeah.”

“Got a girlfriend or wife?”

“No.”

“Then, you’re perfect. Come on over here and I’ll get you ready.”

At first, the rest of the jurors appear too stunned to protest. But once Chris is in front of me and I’m unbuckling his pants, it becomes real.

“Jesus, Richard!” Helen says. “Are you seriously going to allow this?”

Richard raises an eyebrow. “Lonnee does have a point. It’s the only way we’ll know for sure.”

All eyes are on Chris and me as I pull his cock out of his tighty-whities. He grows quickly to fill both of my hands. My professional instinct compels me to compliment him on his size, but then I remember this isn’t meant to titillate an audience. This is forensic science.

Science or not, I do need to be wet in order to accommodate such a fat dick. That means he’s going to have to warm me up.

“Have you ever eaten pussy, Chris?”

He shakes his head.

“That’s ok. You just lie down on the table and I’ll sit on your face.”

“Oh, come on!” Helen says. “This is a public — ”

“Shut up, Helen!” Peter hisses. “Let them concentrate.”

As I remove my clothes, Chris stares anxiously at the ceiling like a patient about to be prepped for surgery.

“Just relax, sweetie. Open your mouth and let your tongue hang out. I’ll do the rest.”

Chris has full lips, a long, pointy nose, and smooth, hairless cheeks. Perfect for face-fucking.

I straddle his head and lower my crotch onto his puckered lips. His tongue is warm and soft against my clit. I run my fingers through his hair to calm him.

“How are you doing down there?” I ask. “Can you breathe?”

He nods, which tickles my clit and sends a shiver up my spine.

My Onlyfans streams live to millions of fans at a time, but nothing beats the thrill of an in-person audience — eleven pairs of eyes on me as I grind my pussy on a sweet virgin’s face. Richard’s back is to me, so I make sure to flex my ass with every pelvic thrust.

Did I say this wasn’t about titillation? My hungry cunt is giving me other ideas. If I can make everyone in here want to fuck me, I’ll have a good shot at changing their minds. Some might say this is unethical. I’ll have to ask Johnny Switchblade what he thinks after I save him from a lethal injection.

“This is ridiculous,” Helen grumbles with a performative grimace. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, rubbering her thick thighs together.

I reach behind me and give Chris’s cock a tug. He’s still hard as a rock. Given his lack of experience, I don’t expect him to last long, so it’s now or never.

“Ok, Chris; let’s do this.”

I turn around and assume a crab crawl position over Chris’s throbbing member. Now, for the hard part: supporting myself on one hand as I stuff him into my steaming twat. This is where it would have been helpful to have an experienced partner, but we have to work with what we got. Luckily, I’m a professional.

“How does my pussy feel, Chris?”

“It feels amazing.”

“Good to hear. Now, you just lie there like before and let me do the work.”

I make eye contact with Richard and give him a sultry grin. “How’s the view, foreman?”

He clears his throat and gives a ‘thumbs-up.’

I open my legs a little wider. “Can you see Chris’s face from there?”

“Not really,” Richard says.

“And, Chris, can you see Richard?”

“No. All see is your back.”

“OK, but you can clearly see Richard,” Helen says. “You keep making slutty woo-woo eyes at him.”

“That’s a fair point, but you all saw the photo of the view from the couples’ window, right? If they were on the bed in this position, the angle would be different. Richard, I want you to back up about two feet from the table and get on your knees.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says.

As he assumes the position, his face disappears from my line of sight.

“And now, I can’t see him at all,” I say.

“Bullshit!” Helen says. “How do we know you’re not lying?”

“Ok, then, Richard. Can you see my face from down there?”

“No, all I can see is your, um… lady parts. And Chris’s man parts.”

The other jurors suppress a chuckle. Except Helen, of course.

“At the very least, this should give you all reasonable doubts about that couple’s testimony. And if either of them was cumming or just about to cum when the defendant passed by, their perception would have been even more skewed. So, what do you say, Chris? Should we keep fucking until we cum? For posterity’s sake?”

“Yes, please!”

I squeeze my pussy tight around his throbbing cock. He twitches inside me. Slowly, I begin to ride him, driving my ass against his thighs on the way down, then thrusting towards the ceiling with all of my core strength.

“Should I be doing something with my hands?” he asks.

“Grab my tits.”

I don’t expect much from him, but he does surprisingly well for a rookie. It helps that he’s a fan. He knows how I like my nipple pinched because he’s seen other men do it thousands of times.

I’d love to have my clit rubbed right about now, but that’s beyond his skill level.

I can feel his balls tightening, so I know he’s close. If I’m going to have an orgasm before he finishes, I’m going to have to use my imagination.

I picture Johnny Switchblade taking me in his arms and melting me with those steel blue eyes of his. His stubble tickles my chin as he kisses my neck. Conventional wisdom says he should have probably shaved for his trial, but the five o’clock shadow worked on this juror, so maybe he knew what he was doing.

He presses his chiseled, tattooed torso against my body and lifts me by the ass with one hand. I steer his cock inside me and wrap my legs around his waist. He bites my lip as he pounds me to oblivion. This image is exactly what I needed.

“I’m cumming, Chris! Keep doing that!”

Back in the real world, my quads and triceps are burning as they strain to hold me up. Then I feel the earthquake inside me. My pussy explodes with moisture, splattering the oak table, smudging the ink on several of the jurors’ notepads.

“Gah!”

It’s not sexy, but that’s the sound Chris makes as he busts a nut inside me. His hot, sticky cum spills out of me as I climb off of him and collapse on the table. Reverse cowgirl may be my specialty, but it doesn’t mean it’s my favorite. It’s like a CrossFit workout.

“So, what do you think?” I ask the room.

Richard scratches his beard. “It was an impressive demonstration, but I think I’m going to have to see for myself.”

All the other men nod in agreement.

I sigh with exhaustion. “Damn, fellas. I’m not sure I can do that 10 more times. Could I just give you all blowjobs instead?”

“That works, too,” Peter says.

And so I proceed to take 10 cocks in the mouth, one after another, with nothing but a sip of Diet Snapple between each load of jizz. It’s more or less another day at the office for me.

As I’m chugging chode juice, I watch Helen out of the corner of my eye. She’s growing more agitated by the second, but I can tell what’s really going on. Whether she can admit it or not, this bitch wants to fuck.

“Get over here, girl,” I say as I wipe cum from the corner of my mouth.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, cracking a smile for the first time all day.

We smash cunts and suck each other’s tits on the table as the men watch. She’s got big beautiful breasts and a fluffy ass. I enjoy burying my face in her ample flesh, tasting her salty lady gravy and making her quiver with delight.

We finish cleaning up just as the bailiff comes to check on us. By then, I’ve won over all of the other jurors — including the once-prickly Helen who is now beaming with post-orgasmic radiance.

Johnny Switchblade appears puzzled by our demeanor as we take our seats in the jury box. When we announce our verdict, he and his court-appointed attorney are the only other people in the room to be smiling.

As we’re being led out of the room, I turn and give him a wink. Now that the case is over, I’m free to introduce myself. I think he’ll be happy to meet the pussy that saved his life.

He’s already been found Not Guilty by a jury of his peers. Now, it’s time to get him off.

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