The Arrival (Closed For Aussie Wolf)

Tricia groaned loudly, protesting with animal grunts and sounds as the cock head forced itself to the back of her throat. She tried to shake her head around but couldn't get it to budge. All she could feel in her mouth was his hot, sticky flesh on her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, on the sides. Her eyes were bulging as she tried to breathe, her chest was heaving, and once the fluid starting trickling down her throat, her gag reflex kicked in and she started thrashing about, swatting at Blair's legs with her hands, not that it did any good. She couldn't breathe, her nostrils began flaring as she tried to get air through them, but the musty smell of his crotch repulsed her even further.
 
Blair grunted as he pulled back allowing her to breathe again. He waited until she gasped in a mouthful of air around his invading cock, then pushed it down her throat again until she started to gag before withdrawing again.

He felt her struggles and the very ineffectual thumps of her fists against his massive thighs, but it only excited him even more. "You are not getting up from this floor until you have swallowed every last drop of the load I have built up Tricia, so if you want tis to end you better start concentrating on the task at hand. Now start sucking my cock or I am just going to start to use your mouth as a pussy and face fuck you," he growled.
 
Tricia shut her eyes and began trying to suck on his cock. The size didn't make it easy for her, it was wide enough to fill her mouth and keep her from using her tongue in any meaningful way, but she could also only put so much length into her before gagging. She reached out and began stroking the base of his shaft with her hands, trying to massage a climax out of him, while her lips worked the front half. She couldn't see Blair smiling at the wet sound of her vigorous slurping. She kept going, wondering what more it would take for this man to cum, to be satisfied enough to end her current torment.
 
Tricia didn't know it but Blair was actually very close to cumming. He had actually been almost ready to cum when he plunged into her for the last time and after thrusting down her throat a few times he was literally on the edge.

Now with her jacking him off and her starting to use her tongue on his head and her sucking on him properly he was about ready to explode.

He looked down at her and watched as her head bobbed up and down on his large shaft. Her lips were stretched wide and spittle dripped from her chin as she attempted to suck him in. The sight was too much and he felt his balls tingling.

"Here it comes prisoner. Now swallow it all or we will have to do this again," he threatened. Arching his back he thrust deeper into her throat and then started to cum shooting blast after blast of thick cum into her.
 
Tricia almost choked as Blair began to cum. She held her hand up to her mouth to keep anything from slipping out of the side. She closed her eyes, a tear trickled down the side, as she tried to suck him down, but it was so thick and it refused to let up. She was disgusted, with Blair and herself. She had never willfully swallowed before, and the men she had blown were nowhere close to as potent as this guard.
 
Blair finally stopped cumming but kept his cock in her mouth as she swallowed the last vestiges of his seed from her mouth. Smiling at her he knew she probably thought her job was done.

"Your not finished yet Tricia. I want every last bit cleaned off before you tuck me back in. So suck, lick, use your fingers, I don't care. Just clean me off, then you will finally be finished...for now," he finished ominously.
 
Tricia shuddered as she reluctantly swallowed. Fuck, this man exploded in her mouth, how could he have had this much in him? It took her what felt like a small eternity to clear her mouth, and she wasn't enthusiastic about continuing. She didn't have any choice, though.

She took his cock in her hand and began sucking it again, drawing her cheeks in, cleaning the skin. She felt the mix of sweat, cum, and saliva pool inside her mouth. Her moaning must have been music to his ears.

She slowly flicked her tongue from side to side, trying to wipe him clean. Her head bobbed forward and back slowly. At first her movements were small, but soon her mouth was slowly traveling down the entire length of his cock, bringing her lips closer to the base of his cock. She unfortunately went just too far and her gag reflex kicked in again.

She instinctively pulled her head back, releasing the cock from her mouth, and coughed roughly, kneeling on the floor. Drops of cum escaped her lips and hit the floor.
 
Blair looked down and shook his head. Grabbing a handful of her hair he made a 'Tut,Tut,Tut' sound with his tongue as he shoved her towards the floor.

"Now see what you have done to my nice clean floor Prisoner," he told her in a quiet voice. "You have gone and made it all dirty. I don't like it when it is dirty."

He pushed her head onto the floor next to the droplets of cum and dragged her over until her lips were right next to the first one.

"Now lick it up and clean my floor bitch."
 
Tricia tried to shake her head no. No, she wouldn't do this. She shouldn't have let Blair dominate her like this. She would suck his dick, sure. She expected she might have to perform sexual favors in prison. But this was a whole different animal. She tried to fuss in his grip, but he was so strong, she couldn't move.
 
Blair had her bent over on her knees and it was a simple matter for him to reach out with his free hand and swiftly smack her hard on her ass.

The sound of it re vibrated around the large room and a large red welt immediately appeared on her cheek.

"This is not a game Tricia. You will do what you are told or you will suffer the consequences and believe me a spanking is the least of them. Now clean up your mess," he growled.
 
Tricia screamed at the spank, it hurt so much. She whimpered, swallowed, hating herself for what she was doing, and hated blair more for what he already was.

She shut her eyes tight, opened her lips, and her tongue slowly slid out and the tip touched the white puddle, and she immediately retracted her tongue again, refusing. She had to build up her nerve before she tried again. When she did, her tongue lapped up the cum like a dog at a puddle.
 
Blair smiled down at her and moved her from one puddle to the next. As she cleaned them up he tussled her head when she licked them up or started to rub her ass when she looked like refusing.

Finally she finished and he dragged her up by her hair until she was standing naked before him.

"Oh I know what you are thinking right now," he began as he looked down at her. "Play along for now then scream bloody murder when you get to your cell or when you see your Lawyer."

Bending down he put his face right next to hers and whispered in her ear. "Go right ahead. The cells are filled with women that have made complaints about guards."

He leaned back and smiled into her face and stroked her chin. "Of course if you do, that just means more paperwork and hassle for me and guess who I will be taking my frustrations out on."

Stepping back he turned her around and lightly slapped her on the ass where he had hit her. "Now move along prisoner, You need to join the others and get your clothes."
 
Tricia yelped when he struck her ass. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, that it could happen to anyone. She covered herself and turned in the direction that they had come from, actually anxious for the first time for her orange jumpsuit.
 
Blair followed her and soon they made it to the next room that was noisy and chaotic.

Along one wall was a dispensary handing out an orange jump suit, a pair of panties, a bra, a pair of socks, flat white slip on shoes, a towel, a washcloth, soap, toothbrush/paste, and a blanket.

Women were walking down it calling out their sizes for clothing and shoes and receiving the other items at the end. Then they made their way to benches to get dressed. There were the usual wrong sizes and returns and Tricia and Blair's entrance went unnoticed in the general struggle.

"Grab your kit then sit prisoner and remember our talk," he hissed in her ear as he strode passed her and began bellowing orders to bring the other prisoners into line.
 
Tricia joined the line of nude women and gave her measurements to the officer on the other side of the wire. 5'11" tall, bra size is 34B, dress size 2, shoe size 9. The officer called the numbers out to the small crew working behind him, who didn't stop to hear or change what they were doing. When they handed Tricia her kit, she checked the labels right there to make sure they got everything.

"To the bench, inmate, don't hold up the line."

Tricia quickly finished her spot check and made her way to one of the wooden benches and began to dress. She caught sight of the other women she was brought in. The punk stood with her jumpsuit top tied around her waist, strutting around with her hands on her hips, wearing a white tank top. Tricia checked her pile for her own tank top while bent over, pulling her new plain white cotton panties on.
 
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Blair kept an eye on things and then spotted Red. he had a bit of business to discuss with her so moved slowly and casually towards her until he stood behind her. Of course Sharon was right beside her but he knew that would not be a problem.

He coughed a little and saw her glance over and he motioned his head to one of the corners of the room and then made his way over to it, breaking up a few scuffles and ordering others back to the bench.

A minute later Sharon sat on the bench in front of him and they had a modicum of privacy.

"Okay here's the deal," began Blair. "I can get you in a cell together with your new found 'Friend' and in my cell block where I can help you out. I want 20% of business takings and access to her whenever I feel the need. Plus I get you as well. For this you get protection, knowledge of when cell inspections will be carried out and maybe I can arrange some transfers of a few likely women and some good placements as well. Do we have a deal?"
 
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