"Black Site Lust Triangle" (closed)

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As he walked out of the canteen on his way to the bunk room, Reilly was greeted by Sarge. Sarge said nothing to him. He just motioned for Reilly to follow him. They went to Aberdeen's office, where Sarge left him alone with the boss.

Michael said nothing as she thanked him for the previous night. When she asked if he would be stopping by tonight, he kept a straight face. "I always follow orders. That is what I was trained to do." There was a sense of sarcasm in his voice.

Reilly listened as she talked about putting the camera on a loop, and, when she tossed the plastic bag to him, he caught it and put it in his pocket without looking at it. He listened as she instructed him on how to use it, and nodded that he understood.

This whole operation was changing so quickly, and Michael, despite being okay with having sex with his boss and the opportunity to have sex with the prisoner, was not real sure what all was going on. He really wasn't too worried though. How could he object to getting so close to two extremely sexy women.

"You know that I can do it Connor." He used her first name intentionally to let her know that he was confident in his position in this whole situation. "You would not have asked or told me to do it if you were not sure that I would and could."

After being dismissed from her office, Michael headed back to the barracks to prepare for his next shift. While heading back to the cell, he took notice of the passageway camera controller by Room 3B.

He went into her cell and talked to Kriss for a little bit, then told her to lay down on her bed and take a nap. She looked at him questioningly, and he gave her a look that could not be seen by the cameras. The look said, "just do it."

Once she did as instructed, he exited the cell and went down the hall and placed the USB drive where Connor had instructed. Reilly went back to the cell and sat outside for a little while. As he sat there he wondered if Connor had a way to see what was going on in the cell despite the cameras being on a loop. Something told him that she did. She probably had one of those baby monitor cameras hidden in the cell somewhere. Reilly didn't care. Connor might see something in there that she would want.

Upon entering the cell again, Reilly told Kriss that the camera was on a loop and nobody could see what was going on in the cell. "I didn't learn how to play canasta, but I do know how to play poker. I don't think you want to play for clothing though. I spent a lot of time playing it in the military, plus I have a lot more clothing on that you do."

 

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Kriss didn't understand why in the world Michael would instruct her to lay down for a nap in the late afternoon. The instructions to lay perfectly still for at least a minute were even more confusing. Her hope that he was somehow helping her won over her doubt, though. She slipped out of her sweat suit and under the covers, rolling away from the cameras as he quietly insisted.

A couple of minutes later he was back in her cell, telling Kriss that he'd done as she asked and dealt with the cameras. (Of course, she thought he'd done it for her. She couldn't know that the woman he'd spent the night with and would likely spend this night with, too, was the one calling the shots.)

Her lips spread in her widest happiest smile yet. She started to move forward, wanting to embrace him. But she caught herself, donned a pouty expression, and again promised to be good. She snatched up her sweats again and donned them. She did so because it was a bit chilly, not because she felt exposed. Hell, yesterday, she'd showered fully naked just 12 feet from his watchful eyes. Panties and bra weren't a bit deal now.

"I didn't learn how to play canasta," he told her, "but I do know how to play poker."

Kriss laughed softly, then donned a worried expression. "They can't hear us either, right?"

Michael told her they were on their own, pulled out the deck of cards, and continued regarding poker, "I don't think you want to play for clothing though. I spent a lot of time playing it in the military, plus I have a lot more clothing on that you do."

Again Kriss laughed, this time more freely and louder. It was great knowing she was being watched by the cameras that she assumed had been monitoring her 24/7 since arriving. "Well, we could balance out first. You know, to make things fair."

She tugged at her collar. "I have, what, four items on. I could put my flops on, that's six. And they gave me a stocking cap for seven."

Kriss took a small step forward. She told him with a suggestive tone, "Or, you could take some of your clothes off. Four pieces would be, what, boxers, pants, tee, and over shirt. That'd be fair, I think."

She took another small step forward. Michael didn't show any concern about Kriss getting closer. He'd either come to trust her or, more likely, simply knew he could take her down easily. She offered, "I could help you out of your excess clothes, if you wanted."

 

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Michael watched and listened as Kriss talked about how to address the inequity in the amount of clothing they were each wearing at the start of their strip poker game. He kept a straight face as Kriss shared what she thought was fair.

"...you could take some of your clothes off. Four pieces would be, what, boxers, pants, tee, and over shirt. That'd be fair, I think." Michael nodded when he heard what Kriss was recommending. She was good at her manipulation attempts, but he didn't let on that he was interested.

"I could help you out of your excess clothes, if you wanted." Michael's posture changed. If he allowed that to happen, it would appear to be too easy. She would know something was up. Things couldn't change that quickly.

"NO. Me having more clothes on is what they call in baseball a home field advantage. You are the visitor, so you are at a disadvantage. If that isn't acceptable, I am fine with it. We can just play friendly hands of poker with no stakes."

Reilly watched as Everly stopped, and took a step back. He nodded to her when she agreed to accepting the disadvantage. They sat down and Michael dealt the first hand. "5 card draw, nothing wild." He looked at his cards... trash. Kriss asked for 2 cards. Michael took 3. Kriss showed her hand.... 2 pair.. Queens and 4s. Michael threw his cards down, and took off his overshirt.

The next couple of hands went Everly's way also, and before they knew it, Michael was down to pants, boxers, t-shirt, and Kriss was still in what she started with. "It is a good thing that I had the home field advantage, or else I would be sitting here naked." He smiled and winked at her; wondering if she would pick up on the fact that he was letting her win.

The next hand went Reilly's way. He watched as she removed her sweatshirt; her firm breasts now pushed against her t-shirt. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants. How could he ever have known how enjoyable this assignment would be?

Now that he had shown that he was not trying to move too quickly in getting her naked, he switched his plan. He won the next three hands and watched as Kriss removed her panties and stood there in front of him.... naked. "I guess I win," he smiled at her.

He didn't hide that his eyes were moving over her body. He looked at her in a way that said he wanted to get to know that body.... intimately. She took a step toward him, but he shook his head. Then, standing up, he took her hand and sat her on the table.

He looked around the room trying to find out where Aberdeen's hidden camera was. He tried not to make it obvious that he was searching for it, which made it difficult to find it. He thought he saw a tiny hole in the wall.

Smiling down at Kriss, he moved her around on the table so that she was facing in the direction of where he thought the camera was. He spread her legs, and ran his fingers over her silky thighs. He looked into her eyes as his fingers moved higher.. brushing over her pussy.

He felt her push her hips to him as his fingers moved across her lips. Michael had decided that tonight was going to be a short session, which would result in Kriss having a much-needed orgasm, and Aberdeen seeing that he was making good progress toward what she wanted him to accomplish.

He rubbed her clit slowly.. teasingly while continuing to stare into her eyes. Before long he had 1, and then 2 fingers moving in and out of her... finger-fucking her long, slow and deep. His thumb rubber her clit as he fucked Kriss with his fingers, and, before he knew it, she was having a wild orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy after her orgasm subsided, and placed them in her mouth for her to suck them clean. He winked at her and told her that was all they had time for, and that, maybe, in the future, there would be more.

"Get yourself dressed and get back in the bed the way you were when I came in. Wait about 10 minutes before you get up from the bed. I will see you tomorrow." He dressed and prepared to leave. Before doing so, he leaned down and kissed her, then whispered, "the future will be more enjoyable.... if you want."

Backing out of the cell after Kriss laid down on the bed, he locked the cell and headed back to his bunk. Minutes later Sarge appeared and told him that he was to report immediately to Aberdeen's mobile home.

 

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(OOC: I used to play strip poker with friends in my wilder days. I hope you don't mind that I expand on the game with some of the rules we'd played with.)


Michael told Kriss, "We can just play friendly hands of poker with no stakes."

"No, that's alright," she said as her smile widened wickedly. "Strip poker's fine with me. But, with my rules. College rules, I mean. Me and some of my friends, well, and to be honest, sometimes friends and yet-to-be-friends, we played in the dorm or wherever."

She gestured for the cards, and Michael tossed her the pack. As she tore off the plastic of the brand new deck, discarded the jokers, and shuffled, she explained, "If one of us folds, the hands finished, kaput. No lost of clothing. The only risk of clothing is for a hand that goes to the end. Whadda they call that, the showdown? And the winner of a hand has the choice of reclaiming a piece of clothing or making the other person shed one."

Kriss looked up at him with that same devilish smile again and said, "Otherwise, with just the two of us playing and me having only four things on, I might as well just get naked now, 'cause it's gonna be a short game."

She laughed as they drew for first deal. Michael won, and then laid down his own rules. "5 card draw, nothing wild."

"Sounds good to me," she agreed.

Kriss had been a Texas Hold'em player since her early teens, playing with her father, uncle, and cousins. She'd gone on to play in friendly charity tournaments in her later teens. And once she'd reached 21, she'd begun playing in larger games, including one Celebrity Tournament. Kriss had reached the final table but been the first to get knocked out.

But that particular version of poker was more of a multi-player game. Competing with just two players was a bit of a waste. She checked her cards, took replacements, and managed two pair right off the bat. This was going to be a cinch, she thought, when Michael tossed down nothing but crap.

Off came his shirt, and for the first time Kriss was getting to see what Michael looked like undressed, rather than the other way around. He had a great looking torso. Large powerful pecs and a healthy six pack were covered but not hidden by a slight layer of what her mother would have called winter fat. He was no Mister Universe type muscle man, but seeing his also powerful arms, Kriss had little doubt that if he wanted, he could lift her from her feet, press her to the wall, and fuck the living hell out of her without breaking a sweat.

The game went on, and after initially losing or folding several hands, Michael was down several pieces of clothing. He commented on his home field advantage and nearly being naked. Kriss only giggled like a school girl and told him, "You keep playing like that..."

Then, things turned the other way. And Michael, of course, thought the change in direction had been because he'd been letting Kriss win. Wouldn't he be surprised when she confessed to him that she'd begun to lose because she, too, was letting him win?

She stopped folding junk hands, playing them to the showdown. And soon enough, she was revealing her womanly curves to him once again. She did win a couple of hands, and reclaimed her tee shirt. But she only lost it again by discarding a pair of aces and drawing junk cards that resulted in a pair of fours that his three fives easily beat.

They toyed back and forth for a while, but eventually she stood from the bed to remove her last piece of clothing for the guard. Kriss pulled the modest pair of panties from her hips and down her legs. Her eyes were solidly upon his. Michael had, of course, seen her naked twice before. The last time had been for several minutes in the shower, full frontal, with the water cascading down her delicious curves.

But that had been from a dozen feet away. This was up close and personal. Michael was within arm's reach. Kriss did nothing to hide her features, of course. She wanted the man to ogle her. She wanted him to do even more. Otherwise she wouldn't have folded both a straight and a flush when Michael had had good enough cards to reach show time.

"I guess I win," he said as he smiled at her.

"Not yet," Kriss said, taking her seat on the bed again. She kept her thighs together so as to hide her pussy from his view. But she still faced him forward, which she saw drew his attention to her groin. She told him, "One more showdown hand."

They dealt several more hands before Michael's cards were good enough to play and Kriss's were poor enough to appear as though she was trying to win. Michael did, though, and she donned a pouty look as she said suggestively, "Well, you could put your shirt back on, I guess. Or, I guess, you could take your win in another way."

He took it in another way, of course. Kriss went along with all Michael indicated he wished to do with her. And as she clutched his upper arms in her modest claws and buried her face into the crook of his neck, she exploded with a powerful tremble and a deep moan of delight that was very likely audible beyond the cell's thick door.

She leaned back away from Michael as the euphoria began to wane. Her bountiful chest swelled and abated with deep breaths as she just stared into the man's face with deep gratitude.

"Fuck, Michael," she murmured finally. "I, I didn't realize how badly I needed that."

The unattached and free to roam Kriss didn't consider herself a slut. But she also rarely went four or five days without some sort of satisfactorily sexual release. When she didn't have a suitable partner, whether male or female (or both), she took care of business on her own. But here in this cell and the detention locations that had preceded it, Kriss's euphoric needs had been unmet.

"Thank you," she said. She took control of the hand that had done the deed and lifted it to her mouth. Meeting his eyes in a solid stare, she took each of his fingers into her lips one after another. She sucked them clean, insinuating that she knew what they had to do next. She asked quietly, "You aren't in a hurry to leave, are you?"

But he told her they were done for the night. She again donned her pouty face, telling Michael, "But you won, remember? Winner's get a prize."

Kriss knew he wanted a prize from her. And she knew she wanted to give it to him. But he must have had reasons for denying him a reciprocal act. He instructed Kriss on how to finish their little trick for the camera, and soon she was dressed again and all alone. She waited the instructed time, then rose to pee in the little toilet in the corner. Looking up to the two once again functioning cameras, Kriss began wondering how long it would take for her to convince Michael Reilly to help her escape this hellhole.



Connor Aberdeen was just emerging from the shower after her treadmill run when Reilly entered her temporary home. She called to Sarge to get a beer with himself from the fridge before leaving. The dismissal without further conversation was obvious. She called to the second man, "Take a seat at the dining room table. I have some files I want you to look at after I get dressed."

When Connor emerged from the hallway, though, she was anything but dressed. She had a towel over her head as she continued to dry her hair. The rest of her wonderfully toned and so incredibly female body was otherwise fully exposed to Reilly's view. She crossed the living room to the kitchen and retrieved two bottles of beer.

"So, the meeting went well with Everly, I hope?" she asked, seeming to indicate that she knew nothing of his fingering of the woman to ecstasy. She asked suggestively, "Making friends?"

The secret camera Reilly had been looking for didn't exist. The slight, shallow hole that might have looked like it held a tiny camera lens had been nothing more that a slight, shallow hole in the wall between the cinder blocks. A previous detainee had poked at it with his fork, more out of nervous anxiety than an escape to pull an Alcatraz style escape or anything like that.

But Connor had indeed watched the guard and detainee as the former drove the latter to orgasm. The worm on the flash drives had cut off the camera feeds to the Monitoring Room as she'd told Reilly they would. But the feed still came to her phone, her tablet, and both her office and home computers. Connor had watched the two of them playing their card game and latter playing their game.

She would know whether or not Reilly told her the truth, although she wouldn't give any indication one way or the other if he lied to her. Of the three of them, Connor had the better poker face. It was what made her so good at her job.

 

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Watching Aberdeen cross the room naked sent shivers up Michael's spine. She was amazing. Her body so fit.... so perfect. His eyes moved over her; taking her all in as she moved to the refrigerator and returned with the two beers.

Reilly took one of the beers from Connor and listened to her as she asked if he had been making friends with the prisoner. He was certain that she knew what had happened. Aberdeen, obviously, liked to be in control. So, there was no way that she was leaving anything to chance. He was going to be straight with her, which he would have been even if he didn't think Aberdeen had been spying on them.

Michael clicked his bottle to Connor's. "Yes, I believe that I made some progress. I have given her some reasons to trust me, and I have also given her a reason to want to spend more time with me. I believe that you would be happy with what was accomplished today." He gave her a wicked smile.. one that indicated that he knew.

As she walked past him, Reilly reached out and allowed his hand to cup her ass and his fingers to brush over her perfect flesh. He realized that he was making an assumption, but he didn't care. If Aberdeen was simply teasing him by walking around naked, she would let him know in short order, but he did not care that he was being aggressive; that was the way he was. He didn't think that Connor would be upset that he was touching her. In fact, he was confident that Aberdeen would welcome it.

Looking up at her, their eyes met. He maintained eye contact with her. He knew that the other guards were intimidated by her. He was not, and he wanted her to know it. He was certain that his self-confidence was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this current assignment.

Grasping her hip, Michael pulled his supervisor into his lap. He maintained eye contact with her as he moved his lips toward hers. Just before their lips met, he stopped. He had initiated this encounter. He was going to wait for her to bring their lips together.

 

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Connor made no attempt to prevent Reilly from pulling her into his lap. In fact, she made it more easily done by parting her legs as he pulled her atop his thighs. He was right when he presumed she liked to be in charge. Large and in charge, her father had taught her. It was something the old man had said often, likely a catch phrase from some television show he'd liked.

She very nearly pulled her face back from Reilly's as he pulled her close to kiss. But he stopped short, instead just looking to her lips, to her eyes, to her tongue as it gently wetted the former. She didn't kiss him, though. Instead she raised her bottle to her mouth and took a long, slow sip.

Then, verifying that she had indeed watched all that had taken place in the cell earlier, Connor took Reilly's hand, moved his fingers to her exposed pussy, and demanded, "Show me what you did. I'll determine whether or not you made progress, or accomplished what I wanted from you today."

 

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He smiled at Aberdeen. Her comments confirmed what he already knew; she had been watching him while he was in the cell with Kriss. He licked his lips slowly as she took his hand and moved it slowly to her silky pussy. He thought back to how much he had enjoyed eating her wonderful pussy last night, and his mind wandered to how good it would be to finger her pussy and then fuck it so good.

Reilly brushed her lips ever-so-slightly with the very tip of his fingers. He smiled at Aberdeen as she tried to maintain a stoic facade in front of him. Slowly, he moved his fingertips along her silky lips again, and she continued to stare back at him; maintaining a posture that conveyed that he was doing nothing for her.

the tip of his middle finger found her button and he rubbed it slowly, tenderly. Two could play the game that she was playing, so, he decided he would play along. She would get no reaction from him... positively or negatively. He would simply play with her until she couldn't take it anymore.

His fingertip circled her clit slowly. He did not play with her pussy as if he wanted to fuck her. He engaged in foreplay with her pussy like he wanted to make love to her. What the two of them were going to engage in had nothing to do with love. They were going to quench the lust that they had for one another.

Me moved his fingertip over her lips and down to her taint. He rubbed slowly... gently over her taint as he looked in to her eyes. He thought he saw something. No, he knew he saw something. There was a change. He was breaking through her hard demeanor.. at least the hard demeanor she was trying to project.

He moved his fingers along her pussy again; the tips of his fingers parting Connor's moist lips... gliding through her folds. She might have been trying to hide how she felt about the way he was touching her, but her body was giving her away. Without warning, he slid a finger deep into her tight pussy. "You will enjoy it more than what you watched me do to Everly. You better hold on tight, because you are going to go on one hell of a ride."

 

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Connor Aberdeen held back her reactions to what Michael Reilly was doing to that oh-so-sensitive part of her body for as long as she could. But she knew that it was inevitable that he'd crashed through her defenses. Connor was simply too easily pleasured. And Reilly knew just how to push her buttons. No wonder Everly crashed so dramatically, she thought about Kriss.

Soon enough, Connor's chest was beginning to rise and fall as had the detainees. At the same time, her body began tensing and relaxing at the movements of Reilly's fingertips over her clit and along her slit. When the man sunk his finger deep into her canal, Connor's pussy grasped it instinctively, trying to slow or even prevent what it believed was an unwanted intrusion. It wasn't. After a moment, and an also instinctive grimace on Connor's face, her muscles relaxed. Reilly's finger continued forward until he was knuckles deep inside her.

"You will enjoy it more than what you watched me do to Everly," Reilly told her. "You better hold on tight, because you are going to go on one hell of a ride."

"No, I'm not," Connor said softly as she stared into the guard's eyes. She shifted her hips forward, urging him to again thrust his finger deep into her. Once again shifting names in an intimate moment, she told him firmly, "You're going to use your fingers to make me cum, Michael. And then you're going to leave, without any satisfaction of your own."

She studied his response as she continued to urge him to pleasure her. She then clarified, "Tomorrow, you're going back to Everly's cell with your body desperate for release. She needs to believe you need her."

Connor used her grip on the back of the chair to better position herself in Reilly's lap for him to more easily finger her. "Not just want her. Need her! You're getting nothing from me tonight. And you won't even touch yourself when you get back to your own bed."

She spoke these words as an order, as a superior to a subordinate, even as that subordinate was toying with his boss's pussy.

 

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Michael kept his finger buried in Aberdeen's tight pussy. She moved in his lap, trying to get his finger to slide in and out of her. He kept his finger in place; moving his hand with her hips as she tried to fuck his finger.

She was giving orders to him and he smiled at her as she did. Aberdeen had to know that he was a rule follower, which was why he was chosen for the job. However, what she may not have known was that he operated right on the edge of the rules; careful never to disobey.

If she was going to send him back without satisfaction, she was going to work for her satisfaction. It was not going to be as easy for her as it was for Everly. She was going to have to wait for it until he was ready for her to be satisfied.

Reilly slipped his finger out of her pussy and moved it to her lips. He slid his finger around her lips like he was applying lip gloss. His free hand kept her firmly entrenched in his lap. He removed his finger from her lips, slid it slowly between her perfect tits and down across her flat abs.

Whispering into her ear, "you are the boss, so, I will do what you tell me to do," as his finger slid along her wet pussy lips. He did not part her lips as he slid his finger over them, but he did make sure that his finger brushed over her swollen clit.

Michael's movements were slow and deliberate. He had every intention of obeying Aberdeen's orders. He was going to do it at his pace. Reilly was going to make her NEED him to please her. He was going to make her body ache for release.

Sliding the tip of his finger between her lips, he began to explore her folds once again. Slowly moving his finger through her folds, Michael nibbled on Connor's earlobe; breathing heavily into her ear.

Without any warning, he slid a finger deep into her pussy. Once buried, he left his finger there... pressing it deep inside her... once again not allowing her to move on it. His thumb rubbed gently over her clit while he kept his finger buried hard inside of her.

Reilly loved the sight of her chest rising with her labored breathing. Her tits were perfect and it was arousing to see them rising and falling as he rubbed her clit harder with his thumb. Her moans echoed in home sending yet another signal to him that he was pushing all of th eright buttons.

 

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"Stop fucking teasing me," she demanded in a soft growl once his hand had returned to between her thighs. By now, Connor's hips were moving steadily back and forth, urging him to finger fuck her rapidly and consistently. She grasped his hand and forced it more firmly into her crotch, groaning at the feel of his finger up inside her. Growling again, she told him, "Get it done."

As he always had, Reilly followed orders. Soon enough, Connor was beginning to cry out at the pleasure building within her. She wanted to crawl out of his lap, trade places, and push the soldier's face into her pussy. But at the same time, Connor wanted to experience that which Kriss Everly had. Sending Michael Reilly to please that woman was the best way Connor knew to get what she wanted. But it had been hard, too, as Connor didn't like sharing a man with another beautiful woman.

Wrapping her arms around Reilly's head and pressing her breasts into his face, Connor finally gave out a long, deeply-originating moan as her body erupted in ecstasy. She simply sat there for the longest time, enjoying the euphoria and the afterglow before slipping out of Reilly's lap to her feet.

"Thank you," she said barely above a whisper before turning away and saying, "You should go. I have work to do before bed, and you, well, whatever. G'night."

 

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She did exactly what he had expected of her and gave orders about the pacing of his fingers and how quickly she wanted to reach orgasm. He picked up the pace a little, but not nearly like he had fingerfucked Everly. Reilly was sure that was what Aberdeen wanted. She was probably jealous of what she had seen him give to Kriss.

When she was finished and stood up and spoke to him dismissively, he looked into her eyes and nodded his head. "As you wish boss." Standing up, he collected himself and headed out the door of the mobile home without looking back.

Returning to the barracks, Sarge gave him a dirty look. Although he had the
title, Sarge was not his boss. The only person Michael took orders from was back in a mobile home coming down from an orgasm on Reilly's fingers. Michael moved to his rack and laid down. Before he knew it, he was sound asleep with visions of both beautiful, sexy women in his head.

He had a great night sleep, filled with images of Kriss and Connor running through his head throughout the night. Michael awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. Since he did not go on duty until 1200, Michael decided to get in a workout, and headed to the gym. He pumped a little iron, nothing heavy, just enough to keep him toned, and then he ran on the treadmill for 45 minutes. When he was finished, he headed to the shower.

After his shower, Reilly changed and headed to his post. He opened the cell door and told Kriss to get in bed and to lay on her side. "From now on, that will be the
position for you to get into when I come on duty." When she was laying in bed, Michael went and inserted the thumb drive; assuming that Aberdeen was now fixed to her monitor.

Returning to the cell, he closed the door behind him after he entered. "You can get up now. The device is installed." He watched her get up from the bed with her loose fitting sweats on. "It looks like you are prepared for another game of strip poker. You have more clothes on than yesterday. Of course, if you want to get naked, you don't need to play cards to make that happen."

 

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Kriss Everly had had a rough night of it. Sleep had been slow to reach her, and when it finally had, it was fitful. The morning guard who brought her breakfast had awoken her with his typical morning rudeness. She'd remained in her bed and finally reached a deep sleep, only to be awoken by the man two hours later for no apparent reasons at all.

She finally gave up on sleep to get up, dress, and devour her now cold breakfast. Kriss knew Michael Reilly came on duty at noon, but she had no way of knowing what the time was. She'd asked for a clock or watch but was denied. The waiting was excruciating.

Then, suddenly, he was there. And the excitement on her face was undeniable. The reason for that excitement was still under review within Kriss's brain, though. She enjoyed his company, that was true. But what she really wanted was the fuck out of here! Michael was Kriss's best chance at achieving that goal. She was ready to do anything the man asked to get him to help her escape this place.

Yeah, yeah, she enjoyed the finger fuck yesterday. Who wouldn't? He'd done an incredible job of touching Kriss just right to drive her to a wonderful orgasm. But Kriss knew she was only getting close to Michael for his help in understanding her situation and escaping from it.

When he hinted that maybe they might want to skip the card game, Kriss didn't hesitate. She pulled the sweat top off over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Walking slowly toward him, she loosened the bottoms and slipped out of them, too. She came up against him in the modest bra and panties set she'd been provided, kissing him passionately as she pulled their bodies together.

Her hands moved to Michael's front side, and in a quick moment, his pants were falling to the floor about his ankles. She turned him, pulled his jockeys off his hips, and sat him on the edge of her bed. Then with a smirk, she told him, "Your turn."

After licking his now hard as a rock cock up and down long enough to wet it thoroughly, Kriss was taking Michael's full length into her mouth and throat. She'd always been good at this, sucking cock. She'd learned how to deep throat in her teens; she'd also learned what she could get from men by being so good at it.

And she'd gotten a lot. Oh, once again, Kriss didn't consider herself a slut. Sure, she had more sex than most single women. And sure, she had more lovers than most single women. But she wasn't loose, per se. A man couldn't just buy her a drink in a bar and show him his room key to get her out of her panties.

She worked Michael's cock with skill, fondling his balls to stimulate them into action. And soon enough, he erupted and filled the back of her throat with his jizz. She jerked his cock hard and fast to extend his orgasm. When he was done, Kriss looked up to meet his eyes as she very conspicuously swallowed. Then, she took a minute or so to milk his length of the remaining drops, licking them from his tip with erotic movements of her extended tongue.

"Lay back," she commanded, rising from her knees to push him back on the bed. "I want on top."

Kriss stripped his boots, sox, pants, and shorts. She stripped what remained of her clothing, too. A moment later, she was atop Michael as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She straddle him and grasped his cock, putting it at her hole. She grimaced as she forced him inside. Kriss was tight as hell, but after some maneuvering to get him covered with her natural lube, she managed to get him all the way inside her.

"Will you help me, Michael?" she whispered to him as she began working his cock in and out of her with greater speed, depth, and energy. She looked into his eyes with a serious expression. The pleasure he was causing her was beginning to affect her, but she tried to maintain herself long enough to make her plea. "Will you help me, Michael? Will you help me get out of here? Promise me. Promise me that you'll help me."

 

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As Kriss kneeled before him, Michael grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her beautiful lips over his big, hard cock. He put a big smile on his face, because he wanted Aberdeen to know that he was enjoying Kriss sucking his shaft.

Michael forced Kriss to take all of his shaft; pushing his swollen cockhead deep into her throat. He was impressed with her cocksucking abilities and enjoyed every stroke her mouth took of his cock.

Even more impressive than Everly's ability to suck cock was her ability to drain every bit of his seed and swallow it all without losing a drop... her tongue scooping the last couple of drops like a champ.

He allowed her to push him back on the bed and to finish undressing him before climbing onto him and straddling him. Her tight pussy gripped his cock as he raised his hips off the bed to fill her. His thick shaft stretched her pussy until they meshed like they were made for each other.

There was no doubt that Everly had an ulterior motive. She would do anything to get out of her captivity, and that included fucking him or anyone else. Michael was well aware of what she wanted, and he did not mind at all.

His big cock moved in and out of her tight pussy like a steel piston. He listened to her practically beg him to help her escape, but he did not respond. He caressed her firm tits and pulled on her nipples as she rode him. Raising his hips to meet her thrusts helped to push his cock deeper and deeper into her hot pussy.

Having already shot a load of cum into her mouth and throat, Michael could fuck Kriss to several orgasms, and he had every intention of doing so. Not only was she going to fuck him again because she wanted to more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Suddenly her body started to shake and her pussy began to spasm. Kriss bit his shoulder to keep from screaming as she continued to ride his cock through the waves of orgasm that he was delivering to her. He continued to pump his hips up to her; making sure he maximized her pleasure.

As he realized she was coming down from her orgasm, He rolled her off of him, pulled her to her feet and bent her over the bed. Then, moving behind her, he grabbed her hips and filled her pussy with his cock again.

He thrust his hips into her hard; filling her with cock as his hips slammed into her ass. With each thrust, he pulled her back to him hard; making sure to fill her pussy deep. He paused for a moment after each thrust, before repeating. He enjoyed how well Kriss' pussy gripped his cock. "Fuck yes. Your pussy fits this cock like a glove. It was like it was made to be wrapped around this big cock."

His balls slapping her pussy, Michael fucked Everly harder, still. The slapping of their bodies got louder and louder as they both moved toward another orgasm. "I am going to fill your tight pussy with cum Kriss. I am going to flood you with my seed."

Kriss' spasming pussy pushed him over the edge. He exploded in orgasm; shooting giant ropes of his cum deep into her pussy... mixing his cum with her's as the came together. "Fuck yes. Take it all. Milk all of my cum with your hot pussy."

Collapsing on top of her, Michael whispered into her ear, "That was good. If you want my help getting out of here, you are going to have to give me time. I don't know if it will take me a day, a week or a month, you have to give me time Kriss." He kissed her ear and cheek and got up off her.

As he got dressed, he told her she had to get back into bed and pose for the cameras so he could undo the thumb drive. "I will see you soon Kriss." He winked at her and left her cell; locking it before retrieving the thumb drive. He then went straight to the showers to clean the sex from his body; wondering if Aberdeen enjoyed the show.