Welcome to Prison, Ladies (Open For All)

[bankbabe13]

Instinct takes over and my body betrays me as the words “fuck me good” escape my lips. “Did i just say that” i think to myself. My nipples growing stiff in the cool air of the room. I gasp as i feel your cock pretty much hitting my cervix with its size. Feeling you slide in and out. Whimpering as you do knowing these rooma are soundproof for the most part due to client peovelage and all. “Oh my your huge!” I gasp breathing hard as you drill me more. You pull out and my tall 5’10 frame is spun around and unceremoniously dumped on my backside on the table as my 40” long legs are splayed open but make it to the floor with my heels on as you say...

 

[LitShark]

"That's more like it!" Darryl grunted triumphantly, easily spinning Kimberly's body and laying her onto the table as though she weighed nothing at all, "that's how good little whore behave. Now, you get a reward."

Darryl's much larger frame nearly enveloped Kimberly's smaller body as he once more spread her wet slit open with his giant cock, slamming his hips into her with terrible force, and at the same moment kissing her passionately, tongue writhing against hers as their lips met.

This time, Darryl wasted no time, pounding out Kimberly's eager sex with his violently large tool, his hips moving much faster than one might expect for a man his size. He squeezed her ass, ran his hands over her thighs and pinched at her erect nipples, all while fucking her so hard that her hips were making a small dent in the metal surface of the table.

When he broke the kiss, he grasped her slender throat, his strong fingers easily wrapping around it. He choked her lightly at first, but more and more as his cock hammered her insides.

"Now you may fight me if you care to, or simply enjoy the rough and brutal treatment you've been waiting your whole life to receive. My name is no longer Darryl, or Mr. Dawes to you. From now on, call me Daddy and I'll make sure to meet your needs."

Just as her face was beginning to turn red, he released her throat and kissed her again, driving balls deep once more.

 

[bankbabe13]

Rocking my tall slender body, my long legs just msking it to the floor as you pound me. Complimenting my perky breasts and mile long legs saying “you thibk we will work togeter good” i think maybe an unorthodox way but intimate matters like this to gain trust may be a good thing. panting more and more as your like a machine. I feel you tense up ready to edplode. You ask if im on the pill, i nod yes and with a wicked grin you bury yourself inside me to the hilt and hold me inplace by my petite skender hips as i feel your cock getting ready to pulse.

 

[LitShark]

Like rolling thunder, the metallic table rumbled and shuddered under the constant assault of Darryl's thrusting, driving his cock balls deep inside Kim's tight pussy over and over again. He reached across her, arching his body as he grabbed the far edge of the table, using that grip for support as he continued his vigorous fucking.

"Yes," he grunted, the first beads of sweat beginning to fall from his forehead, "yes, I think that we are going to make an excellent team, Kim."

Darryl could feel her body nearing her climax as his own nut began to climb from deep inside his balls, making his shaft swell up. For a moment he stopped cold, whipping off his sunglasses to force eye contact.

"You're on the pill, aren't you?" It was more of a plea than an inquiry, even if she said 'no' Darryl wasn't sure he could pull out now... fortunately, she indicated she was.

Both relieved and encouraged, Darryl's hands returned to their most comfortable grips, her left as cheek and right breast. He massaged her generously proportioned body as he drove into her one last time, this time blasting his molten hot semen against her back wall. Glut after glut of hot com filled her up until it was dripping all the way to the floor. Darryl kissed her passionately.

Once he was done cumming, Darryl just stood back up, as casually as if he'd been waiting on a bus. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and laid it across Kimberly's inner thigh, over her shredded hose.

"This was fun, babe. Let's do it again some time," Darryl smirked, sliding his glasses back on and lighting a cigarette.

With that, he just left, made his way out to the parking lot and straddled his bike, eager to find the closest bar to celebrate.

 

[bankbabe13]

I clean up best i can. Part of me wants to report this incident as this new guard could be trouble, but with as corrupt as this prison is, one of the reasons I am here in the first place, please and complaints would fall on deaf ears and bd get drowned in red tape protocol stuff. I compose myself and get my dress and bra back on. Looking at my phone for emails i have a meeting with a John Hopkins. I head to the meeting room where we agreed to.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia's fingers wrapped around the fence separating her and the other inmates from Hopkins and his enterprise, listening to the con man explain his idea to them. Few were biting, except for the already violent or unpredictable, so the more moderate women were beginning to trickle away. Tricia was about to walk away herself, but was pinned in by too many bodies all murmuring to each other. And Hopkins kept making eye contact with her as he spoke. She didn't feel any sort of attraction to him or his idea, but she could tell that he felt something towards her.

 

[bankbabe13]

Just about to where I need to be. Not sure if meeting will be with a prisoner or stafff. I wonder what that Mr Hopkins is here for not sure if he’s friend or foe for now i hear someone approach. I turn around to see....

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia wandered the yard, replaying the recent conversation over and over again in her head. Hopkins had strong-armed her into signing up for a fight, but she knew that the few self-defense classes she had taken in her old life wouldn't be enough against some of the wilder women who had signed up before her.

Tricia would have to train, that much was obvious. But she wasn't sure how to start, and she knew she couldn't ask another inmate. She couldn't show weakness in front of them, and the ones who would be fighting would no doubt be looking for weaknesses to exploit.

 

[bankbabe13]

I am assustant DA Kimberly Cumtrom. What are “promotionals” Mr. Hopkins. My job here is to find out possible cases of corruption in this prison and get stories straight bewteen inmates and staff. What “fun” are you referring to??” I ask with a quizzical, confused and semi annoyed look on my face like i dont fully trust you as I enter.

 

[bankbabe13]

“What the hell is this?? A cruel joke? What is this all about??” I stammer. “You cant be serious about this. Whst does this entail and the purposes behind such a thing” I say in shock with a defiant fire in my eyes. All i get is a crude comment about what may be hiding underneath my button down dress and boldly asking me to reveal as you say....

 

[bankbabe13]

“Ahhhh.. what the...what are you doing!? Stop this, this is ummmm..high...highly unprofessional!” I gasp breathing hard. To shocked to block hands as I, in a futile attempt, keep at the door knob like playing witg it more will somehow magically open it. My gasp gets a slightly higher pitch as I see the top of my lacy front hook bra come into view. I make a half hearted attempt to swat your busy hands away with my free hand but it is easily discarded to my side as i renain pinned against the locked door. “Mr Hopkins I am a DA please stop now!” That plea seemingly falling on deaf ears.

 

[bankbabe13]

Gasohol ng as i hope you stop soon since im pantiless under my pantyhose with a small hole that was ripped in the crotch earlier. My perky 32C chest rising and falling under the lacy material of my bra. My hands frozen at their side, reluctantly not wanting to call your bluff on the threat upon the buttons of my dress. To not avail i just say “ stop this immediately” but no response as my dress is now almost completely undone. One or two remain before my dress becomes nothng more than an open robe as my exposed skin begins to feel the cool air of the room and my nipples begin to stiffen from the mounting tension.

 

[bankbabe13]

My eyes grow big as dinner plates out of shock at his bold move. My 5’10 height puts me at the perfect height for your massive cock. One firm hand on a shoulder, the other grabbing my hair holding my head in place forcing me to suck. My hands push against your thighs to no avail. I look up at you with daggers as my moutg looks like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter as i gag a few times as you hit the back of my throat.

 

[bankbabe13]

One mocks me saying “well DA cumstrom princess looks like we wirk together good”. They comment on my mile long legs and bald slit exposed in the ripped pantyhose. My slender hips grabbed as im pumped from behind as the massive cock in my throat keeos pumping. They are talking nonchalantly like this is cimmon place as they DP me. One says I should forget it about helping the prosoners and help you out as it could help my career as they DP me they say....

As i stand there bent over in lacy front hook bra pantyhose and heels

 

[bankbabe13]

He comments on my mile long 40” long legs and tight “princess” pussy as he likes that term to mock me. I feel the cock in my mouth beginning to tense up but held in place is my head so cant pull off it. The other rocks my pussy as they give me reasons why i should just be on their side and not the prisoners. I grow wet from their bold moves, yet try not to let that on ss more lewd nanes fly and they tell me egat this surrender event is.

 

[bankbabe13]

Flat on my back on the table, legs spread as one pumps my tight pussy. I say nothing in agreement or against the proposal asmy mind races trying to make sense of what is going on. As they call me more lewd names. I feel them starting to tense up as im on the brink of orgasms myself. They say we cn “discuss” again tomorrow to five me more time if they see me and i might have to ckear schedule for it as they....

 

[bankbabe13]

I nod and my bra and dress are returned to me. Mknd racing a mile a minute. All of 22 and should report these things but my naieve stubbornness jyst thinks i will donehat i need for Justice even if methods are a bit unorthodox. I get dressed as they leave. A few hours go by without fanfare snd after work i head to the local coffee shop to unwind and plan next moves. As i sit there i see a familar figure enter, the new guard Darryl Dawes.

 

[LitShark]

Darryl had spend most of the night pounding Wild Turkey and Budweisers when the bartender gave a shout for last call. Darryl took one more shot for the road before making his way to a nearby coffee shop that was still open, determined to put something non-alcoholic into his body before he rode home on his bike.

At first glance, he didn't even recognize the haggard redhead, who looked like she'd been ridden hard and put away wet. But as their eyes met and he saw that gleam of recognition cross her face, he knew her at once.

"Kim, is that you? Holy shit, girl. You look like you've been fucked by a marching band. What happened?" the alcohol had loosened Darryl's tongue, "a black coffee and whatever she wants."

Darryl ordered them some drinks from the barista who seemed to be trying to close up.

"Are you okay? Do you live around here?" Darryl placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "let me drive you home."

 

[bankbabe13]

I say I'm fine fine, but using this as an opportunity to get more info on people, i say “Mr. Dawes i do need to ask some questions regarding background and your impressions of the prison. We can head to my place that way not here in public eye. I had said that encase any spying eyes or ears were about. We get to my apartment and i tell you ill be out momentarily need to change to more comfortable attire. You look around and see my “barbie girll” typical girly girl look to the place. You ask questions about my job and prison to break the ice as im in other room. You ask...

 

[LitShark]

Darryl was somewhat relieved to let Kim drive him back to her place, as the coffee hadn't done as much to sober him up as he'd hoped. He left with her willingly and let her bring him home. He decided that he was going to like being a prison guard.

During the ride to her place and immediately upon arrival, Darryl left Kim alone, not so much as a hand on her thigh. He asked mundane questions about her job and how closely she worked with the prison while he looked around at her unusual decor. Truthfully, her apartment looked more like a fourteen year old girl's pillow fort than a professional attorney's apartment. But Darryl was shit-faced drunk with his cock still itching from her pussy juice- he wasn't one to judge.

"So, Ms. Cumstrom, you wanted to ask me some questions? I have a few things I'd like to know from you too. For instance, why do you let yourself get tossed around by men whose asses you could have in a sling if you wanted? You're approaching things all wrong. I'd be happy to dick you down when you need it, but letting any Tom, Dick and Harry tape your guts out and then lead you by the nose, it makes no sense. You're an elected official, you can't be fired. You ought to be reaping the benefits of the corrupt system, not toiling under its boot."

Darryl began undressing, reliving himself of his heavy tool belt and removing his tactical vest, waiting for Kimberly to return from changing out of her ruined dress and hose.

"But that's just one man's opinion."

 

[bankbabe13]

I come back in all “comfortable” now in pink satin robe thst ends maybe 3” above the knees. “ hope you dont mind my informal attire just a long day and this is what I usually wear around my place when not headed out. So Mr. Dawes I think we coukd work good together. You could help my cases by seeing what the prisoners think about guards and how they work. A good word from me could get you promotions” i tell you trying a subtle flirty tone to try to ease your guarded exterior.

 

[LitShark]

Darryl's breath caught in his throat briefly when Kim returned to the living room, wearing a skimpy, satin nightie with her hair let down and a fortune of pale, soft skin exposed to his view. Suddenly feeling overdressed, he began unbuttoning his black dress shirt, selected because it looked so similar to a police uniform shirt, but in reality was nothing more than an off-the-rack garment. He tried not to look too eager, but like he was making himself more comfortable as well.

He nodded and smiled as Kim reaffirmed her stance that they could be good for one another's careers, which Darryl had been hoping since she first invited him to meet her in the interrogation room. He made no attempt to hide his eyes moving over her body. It was clear where things were going.

"I think you're right, Kim," Darryl smirked, letting his shirt fall open with only a white, ribbed tank top on underneath as he dropped the honorifics, "to be honest, I've got my sights set pretty high, on that warden's seat, to be exact. Don't tell Warden Davis, but I know for a fact I could be doing a much better job than him. Furthermore, I've got a lot of street smarts, friends on the force and such. I could point you toward likely prosecution cases that you could take up. Give you a nice, sparkling track record. Not to mention the other things I can give you."

Darryl stood up and moved over to Kim, leaving his belt, vest and shirt on the couch, not even trying to hide the long, erection down the leg of his slacks. One hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her close so that his thigh gently pressed between her smooth thighs while the other hand cradled the side of her face. The outline of his cock was pressed firmly against her nearly naked sex.

"But I must warn you, Kim. I'm a hard man. I might hurt you."

He didn't give her a chance to reply before he was kissing her, deep and lewd, his hand drifting down to her satin covered ass.

 

[bankbabe13]

I pull back semi shocked by the bold move breathing hard. My perky chest rising and falling under the silky satin material. “We are here just to chat” i say but the last word trails off as i notice your bulge, blushing a bit as i think you catch my glare. Continuing to try to use my “assets” to my advantage. I ask will you give me reports of what you see daily Mr. Dawes?” I guide your hand to the satin belt of my robe playong it off likr it was unintentional contact as i look at some papers we are going over as you....

 

[LitShark]

"No," Darryl snarls, snatching the belt off of Kim's robe and tossing it onto the floor in disgust, "that's fucking bullshit and you know it. I know that I can force you and make you like it, a man of my size and vigor can do that to almost anyone. Hell, a clever mule could probably rape you to a climax. You didn't bring me over here to talk, and I didn't come here to play games. I'm not going to force you."

Darryl crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers at Kim.

"This time, you have to admit it. Admit that you want me. Beg me to pound your little pussy to pieces. You do what I say when we're alone, otherwise I'm going to grab my shit and drive home drunk on my bike. Now offer yourself to me, like the whore you are. Beg me to hammer that unworthy cunt."

 

[RennyStyle]

John looked down at the schedule and noticed that Tricia Wells was next on the list.

A guard led Tricia Wells into Drake's office by the arm, planting the woman in a chair facing the desk. He stepped backwards two paces and waited.

Tricia had been brought close enough to the desk to notice that Drake's fly was still open, and that his hard cock stood exposed and glistening, and she reached the conclusion that she had been brought in to take care of that need. However, Drake didn't seem to notice at all, instead reaching for a file on his desk and beginning to look through it. Tricia waited nervously, dreading what would happen next.