0 comments/ 17683 views/ 2 favorites The Slab By: Bent Ampersand Oh...fuck...oh fuck... oh fuck..." she panted, her torn skirt hiked up over her ass. The trash can was shaking beneath her cold fore arms as she tossed a glance over her shoulder at the man pounding into her pussy. She inhaled sharply and looked away. Ashamed that she'd done it again. Sorry that she'd picked up the phone. Worried that this was becoming a habit. The big prick was sawing back and forth inside of her, reaching way back inside of her as if tightening a cord inside her that was about to let loose. Her words had crawled into a guttural moan, stretching outward with the length of his strokes. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me, you bastard!" She gasped, arching her back as her juices released all over his cock. He stopped fucking all at once. She hated that. "No!" She shouted, insisting he continue. Wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her through the orgasm. He slipped it out of her. Inch by wretched inch. She felt her pussy closing up as the fat head finally dropped from inside of her. She turned, half-worn out, half-pissed and whipped her bangs out of her eyes. "Fuck are you doing?" She hissed at him. He was zipping his pants up. "I can't." He said. "Not like this." "Not like this what?" She demanded, sitting back on the trash can. She stared at his beady eyes. He was flushed with embarrassment. She then burst out laughing. "You don't think you're still a virgin, do you?" He was quiet while she laughed. And then he said meekly, "I didn't come." "You're missing the best part." She said coyly. With abrupt anger, the man pushed her shoulders and her head slammed against the brick wall. She smiled at the sensation, the rough play. "Shut up, slut!" He shouted. She only laughed again and he turned away and ran. Away from her sneering. Away from her used pussy. "Hello?" Ann said into the phone. There was a pause. She knew what was coming. "Is this..." The male voice said. "Is this... Jasmine?" "Yes," Ann said, sitting on her couch. "Oh," came the voice, shaking a little. The nervousness of a kid. "I...uhm...I wanna...uhm..." "Fuck?" Ann smiled into the phone. "Yeah." There was no reason to ask where he'd heard of her. Her advertisement existed in one place and one place only. It was scribed into the men's stall at The Slab. The freak-show dance club downtown. Inspired by loneliness and a number of drugs, she'd stumbled in and drawn it on a dare: Wanna Fuck? Call Jasmine 555-7189. And her phone had been ringing ever since. "Are you...pretty?" The voice asked. "Picture this..." Ann said. "College girl. You been to college?" "Yeah." "Know that girl who seemed to know everything? Thought she was funny?" She lit a cigarette. "The girl who would not shut up?" "Yeah." "Ever want to put it in her ass?" A pause. And then: "Yes." "Then meet me." She said quietly, above a breath. "I'll let you teach me a lesson..." "God," he said, clearly aroused. "Where?" The skirt was tight against her rounded ass as she slid into the pool hall. She squeezed between a long-haired man and a shorter one. Her full breasts squeezed against long hair's back as she said quietly, "excuse me." Once she smelled the smoke and gazed around the dive, her heart began beating quickly. And she felt the dripping between her legs that made her panties all sticky. She lit her cigarette and took a seat at the bar. The bartender brought her a napkin and looked her over. She wondered if he could tell her nipples were as hard as they could be. Before they could speak, a voice squeaked from behind her. "Are you... Jasmine?" The voice from the phone. The voice of inexperience. She turned and looked at him. Not so bad, all things considered. Broad shoulders. She liked that. The poor guy had dressed in a suit... Sunday best for a Friday Fuck. "Yeah..." She said, pursing her lips to the cigarette. "Okay. Good," The guy said. He then went to introduce himself. "I'm..." "Alan," she said quickly. "Get the idea?" He realized that there was to be no names and that she was not really Jasmine. "Okay, where do we go? I can get us a hotel room..." He said. She blew smoke over his head and got off of her bar stool. She put her arms around him and forced her breasts into his chest. She then touched her full lips to his thin smile. Her tongue pushed into his mouth. She could tell he'd never kissed a girl before, his technique was clumsy. She pulled away and stared at him. "Follow me. I have to go to the bathroom." She thrust her purse into his arms and led him toward the back. They entered a hallway. She then looked over her shoulder at the population behind them. "I'll just wait out..." She jerked his arm and led him into the ladies room. Before he could protest, she had him pressed up against the door. Her teeth were up next to his ear. "Who needs a room?" She hissed. "That costs money." "Doesn't this cost money?" He asked, hesitating. She took her hand and rubbed his groin, "What's that?" She felt him filling up in her hand... getting harder -the sort of hardness that only a long neglected cock can respond with. "No... you're only cost is..." She closed her teeth on his earlobe and heard him inhale sharply. "Your virginity." "Here?" He asked. "Touch me..." She panted, her breathing picking up along with his. "I don't think..." His fly was unzipped and she dropped to her knees. He had an impressive bit of weight for a cock. She estimated eight inches or so, and wide. She closed her eyes and moved forward. His eyes closed instinctively as everything he'd been anticipating was about to happen. And there was no stopping it. Her lips wrapped around the head and she slid her tongue beneath it. It tasted of soap and she almost smiled imagining this man cleaning himself for the big date. As his big head filled her mouth, she began making slurping sounds. His first blow job had to be the sexiest, this was important. He had to be impressed. He had to be grateful. And all other sex for him was to be ruined. That was the goal after all. "Oh god..." He moaned, leaning up against the door. She groaned a response, her wet mouth enticing the head even deeper. The back of her throat. And now she leaned upward, bringing it even deeper. This proved too much for the poor boy and he exploded inside of her. She swallowed like a pro. Coming up, she kept her hand on his dick and slipped her coated tongue into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but it was too late. His flavor. His drip. His seed was now in his own mouth. She smiled wickedly into the kiss, her eyes opened as she watched. His eyes were closed. She felt him tense up and she gripped his spent dick. "Okay, baby... just a little further to go..." Her other hand took his hand and led it to a tit. "Squeeze." He did. "Squeeze it, come on." More pressure. And then she began hiking up her skirt. His erection was already beginning to fill her grip. Sticky. Hard. And wanting more. "We should go somewhere..." He managed to say. "You're going somewhere alright," she responded with a light chuckle. And then he felt it. She watched his face, her lips filling with the most determined, most satisfied smile as she brought the head up to penetrate her. It felt good. Nothing pleased her more than taking a virgin's cock into her cunt. Especially if he wasn't comfortable. He liked associating sex with shock for the new kids. "Ohhhhhhh..." She moaned gratefully, his moan crowding hers. She then kissed him lazily, eyes opened. He sighed and she felt his hands go to her ass. "That's right..." She cooed. "You know how to fuck, don't you?" He groaned a little and she leaned her lips up to his ear as he fucked her clumsily. "Isn't it what you've always wanted?" She panted, with amazing control. "Uh...huh..." He gasped, losing control. "Harder..." She whispered. "Come on..." He increased his pace, his huge hard on seeming to grow more within her pussy. He was trying to control his vocal cries of ecstasy. There was a knock at the door and her chap abruptly froze. "Anyone in there?" She smiled at him amused, his hard length still parting her drenched cunt. He was completely red. His embarrassment was a sight to behold. "Yeah..." Ann said, resuming the humping action with deliberate need. "You been in there a long time." It was a female voice. She reached back with her hands, still fucking the poor man. She messed up her hair and said with incredible control, "I'm fixing my hair..." The kid wasn't moving at all. He was just holding the door shut as she continued her motions. She clenched him with her cunt like an inside joke. She then lifted her shirt and exposed him a breast to suck on. And he responded. "Hurry up, will ya?" The lady insisted. Now the voice was just pissing Ann off. She put her hands on either side of the kid and began fucking harder and faster. Dragging that big rod out of her only to slip it all the way up again, the heft starting to pull an orgasm from her. "I'll be... out... when..." She grunted between her perfectly said words. "I...fucking...please!" And then the kid, Alan, blew a prodigious amount of semen into her womb. She felt him stick inside of her and the abrupt shrinking of a former virgin. He had slobbered all over her erect tits. And now both were panting in unison. "Did you?" He finally managed to ask. "Did I...come?" She asked, slipping off of him and lowering her shirt and skirt. "Yes." She took her purse from him and looked inside for her car keys. "No." She kissed his cheek. "But I will." She then opened the door as he fixed his pants. "Jasmine," he asked. "When will I see you again?" "Never. You cannot approach me if you see me in public. And you most certainly will never call me again." She then waved at him and left. The woman with the voice ran in, relieved. She heard the woman shout and Alan... apologize. And then she was in the street and in her car. She had to hurry up and get home. The thought of what she'd just done was going to give her one of the biggest orgasms of her life. The Slammer Sluts Mandy had been behind it all. Mandy who sucked on my cock like my semen was the only thing keeping her alive. Mandy who loved to get on top and ride me hard reverse cowgirl, using me for her own gratification with absolutely no regard for my desires. Mandy who invented ailments on a weekly basis just so she could spend half an hour in the infirmary shagging my brains out. I knew she didn't have a long term partner, but in these on-line days it was possible to hook up with a fuck buddy over special websites for convicts in prisons - if you could find one willing to marry you in prison, that is. Mandy would have been a decent catch for any single guy with a prison bitch fetish. I only understood her particular predicament fully when she told me what she had been convicted of and that's when I realised that as far as she was concerned it was me or celibacy. Or lesbianism, I suppose. I'd asked her about those websites once as she panted atop me, chest heaving and aglow with post orgasmic flush, my cum pouring in thick, viscous streams out of her cunt and running down the ridges of my rigid cock, still buried deep inside her velvety sheath. She just laughed, explaining to me that the crime she had been banged up for excluded her from conjugal visitation rights, or Extended Family Visits as the State of California now calls them. "Those wankers?" She sneered dismissively. "Sad, pathetic creeps who either can't get a woman, can't keep a woman or can't satisfy a woman and are too chickenshit to go out and bone a cheap hooker. I mean, what sort of low life trawls through 'chicks in jail' websites looking for some skanky, cock starved long term bitch to marry just so that he can fuck her in a shitty trailer with armed screws outside the door laughing at every squeak of a worn out bed that fat cunts and their obese, sweaty husbands have been fucking in for years?" I had to admit that she did have a point. "They can all go fuck themselves." She'd spat as she lifted herself off me and climbed off the bed in search of panties that I'd thrown halfway across the room in my haste to get them off her. "And anyway, I can't imagine any of them adding me as a Facebook friend when they find out what I'm in for, let alone volunteer to marry me just to get their leg over for free every couple of months for fifteen years before divorcing me when my usefulness expires because these babies are sagging halfway down to my knees." She added as she stood naked before me, pulling those knickers up to cover her cum seeping cunt. I said a silent prayer to the inventor of the morning after pill as I retrieved one from a plastic drawer and tossed it to her. She swallowed it with relish. Yep, I understood that point of view also. Given a choice between screwing a woman convicted of stealing a couple of hundred bucks from a cash register or one that had happily confessed to stabbing her husband to death in a blind rage after learning that he was screwing his seventeen year old receptionist behind her back I know which one I'd be sending my befriend request to. "And I've got you for the next fifteen years, give or take time off for good behaviour." She'd reminded me as she reached behind her back to fasten her bra. "Fit, healthy, fairly good looking ex-army medics with big, fat cocks and can keep them up long enough don't browse 'sluts in the slammer' dot com." She assured me as she stuck her tongue in my mouth and gave my big, fat cock a loving squeeze. I never had the heart to tell her that I was only temping and she'd be lucky to get a few months use of my body. Mandy's greatest assets were her tits and she knew it, loved to flaunt them by rubbing them all over my face as she rode me. Big ones for a skinny girl, too. Firm, full, but with the tiniest nipples you could possibly imagine. They were almost like two ink spots a street artist might have left on a nude portrait as an afterthought. I remember lying on my side on the examination bed, my penis stubbornly refusing to go flaccid as I watched her dress, thinking about those glorious fifteen years. Unless my wife found out and cut my time short by stabbing me twenty nine times in the back, of course. It was amazing that we'd been able to keep our secret liaisons from the prison authorities for the three months that I had been temping here, I knew. Fortunately the examination cubicle was the only place in the infirmary that didn't have CCTV coverage, so long as I drew the curtains, that is. My office had a camera in it, but I knew that one didn't work because one of the tech guys had told me so and it was at the very bottom of their list of security concerns. So I stood on a chair, pointed the lens at the ceiling so that I'd know when it was eventually fixed, and fucked Mandy like the bitch in heat that she was over my desk the very next day, pulling on her long, blonde hair as she begged me to punish her harder than the corrections system was doing. The camera still hadn't been sorted and had been like that for three months. We couldn't use the infirmary beds for our romantic entanglements, but the bed in the examination cubicle had taken a hell of a pounding. But I also knew that this triste wasn't just our secret any more. Knowledge is power, and there's few places where this old adage rings true more than in a prison. Somebody had somehow figured out that Mandy was getting laid regularly within the realms of the penitentiary and had threatened to cut her face up unless she shared her secret. Our exclusivity was almost at an end, it seemed. I just hoped the psycho bitch threatening my lover didn't stink like a wet dog or weigh two hundred pounds or more. Knowing my luck she would tick both of those boxes Knowledge is power, a tradeable commodity in any jail, and I understood that I was being whored out to keep Mandy safe from spending legitimate, prolonged time in an infirmary bed incapable of doing anything but taking a straw in her mouth to feed from, never mind a hard cock. She'd assured me that the woman she was being forced to share me with wasn't unattractive but I remained unconvinced. Any woman described as 'not unattractive' sure as hell couldn't be much to write home about. I didn't even have much of a choice in the matter - if the cow went to the authorities with what she knew then I could expect severe repercussions, ranging from malpractice suits which would destroy my future employment prospects to possibly jail time myself. It was for damn sure that I didn't want to be renting my tight ass out to the Crips or Aryan Brotherhood faggots so my best path of action was to just play along and perhaps even enjoy the exploitation. Unless the mystery woman was a fat, hairy fiend, of course, in which case I'd be transferring myself back to general practice and Mandy could see how it felt to be on the sharp end of a blade for a change. I hadn't seen Mandy all week and was gagging for a good screw myself, if you can forgive the prison pun. I'd attended a couple of women with the usual prison ailments - cuts, bruises, abrasions, migraines - and while there had been the usual flirting, none of them had grabbed me by the balls and told me that if I didn't bring them to an earth shattering climax then they'd cut Mandy's cute nose off. Maybe it was time to get out of this place, I contemplated. It was only a matter of time before a female nurse became available and I was moved on, I knew. I'd come here to fill in for a short term maternity leave and if the woman decided to return to work after having her baby then I was going to be kicked out anyway. So far none of my few patients had refused to be attended by a male medic, but the moment one did my life would get a little less fun filled. Still, the pay was better than I'd got in the army, and there was no chance of being posted to the 'Stan where shagging a local girl would likely get your prick cut off and shoved in your mouth by Al Qaeda's cowards. Until I got accepted for the EMT training that I had applied for when Uncle Sam had RIF'ed me out, I just had to grin and bear it, I smiled to myself. In a way I was looking forward to this woman coming in after a fight to be patched up and telling me that Mandy had sent her. It had been a while since Mandy had last drained my balls and even longer since my wife had shown any interest in that aspect of our marriage. She was always too tired. Perhaps we were both enduring the seven year itch. Perhaps she was fucking around behind my back, too. Extra-marital affairs are an exhausting pastime. I can certainly vouch for that. I heard the alarms go off and readied myself for new business. Within five minutes two guards brought a redhead to the infirmary. Not unattractive? Man, this one was even better looking than cute-as-a-button Mandy. A little older, perhaps thirty two, thirty three years old. Long, straight, natural copper hair, chest not particularly noteworthy, but otherwise not an ounce of spare fat anywhere on her body. Good muscle definition, a pretty enough face complete with those beautiful light brown freckles that only proper redheads seem to have. Green eyes. Sparkling green eyes, that is. Green eyes on a redhead is an awesome combination. Mandy had been holding out on me, and that didn't really surprise me having set eyes on this pretty thing. This was real competition for her. Mandy was an attractive enough piece of ass, make no mistake about that, but this redhead made her look positively dowdy. "What's up?" I asked the two female dragons guarding her. "Yard fight. She think she might have busted a rib." "You called an ambulance?" "Not 'til you say so, Doc." "Ok I'll check her over. If she needs a trip to General I'll call it in." "Sure." The senior guard said. "Sadie'll be just outside the door. No disrespect, doc, but some of these bitches are tricksy." She warned me. "No problem. If her ribs are broken she'll probably make some noise so bear that in mind before you come charging in with all guns blazing, okay?" I smiled at her, beckoning to the prisoner to come on in. "The hand cuffs really necessary?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You really need them taken off, doc?" The guard asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Sadie. "If that's not too much trouble." I ventured. "They'll just get in the way during the examination." "Sadie?" She said, stepping aside. Sadie moved in as the redhead lifted her arms, wincing as she did so. The cuffs were removed and clipped back onto Sadie's utility belt. "What's your name?" I asked the redhead. "Miller." She responded, glancing about the empty infirmary. "First name?" "Emma." "Hi Emma, I'm Paul." I smiled. "What happened to you?" "I took a coupla kicks to the stomach in the yard." She told me, her hand automatically moving to her t-shirt's right side underneath the small bump of her breast. "Hurts when I breathe." Pretty dumb thing to put yourself through just for a quick fuck, I thought as I carefully examined the bruises growing there. If they were busted then she was going to be in all sorts of agonies when the heavy panting started, I knew. Still, she must have known what she was getting herself into when she'd threatened Mandy. Perhaps the pleasure/pain relationship was something she got off on. "Okay, if you could go behind those curtains and take the shirt off for me, that'd be great." I told her, then I turned to find that the two guards had left, Sadie closing and locking the security door behind her - it was procedure to lock the door when a patient was in the infirmary. Often there'd be a guard, but after a fracas they'd probably be busy restoring order down in the dungeons. I couldn't see her chunky silhouette through the frosted glass, but that didn't mean she'd gone down to muck in with the rest of the screws. I drew open the cubicle curtains to find Emma sat on the edge of the bed, her T-shirt carefully folded beside her. She still had her bra on, I saw, as she regarded me coldly. It was frayed and light grey from a thousand boil washes. "Lift your right arm up." I instructed, then carefully tested each of her ribs one by one. "Does it hurt here?" "Higher up." She said. I couldn't help but smile. Higher up was also where her tits waited, still nestled in their B-cups. I ran my fingers up her ribs, determining that none seemed broken when it looked as if most of her pain was being caused by pressing on the soft musculature between the ribs. "There!" she said as I found the spot where the tissue had taken the most damage, smack bang between the third and fourth ribs but not on either of the bones. A couple of painkillers and she'd be right as rain in a week or two. "Not here?" I asked as I covered her right breast with my hand, staring straight into her captivating emerald eyes as they went wide in surprise, then narrowed into a glare as I ran my thumb and forefinger over the nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath my touch. "No, all good there." She replied, biting her lower lip and glaring even more malevolently at me. "You sure?" I persisted, sliding my fingers inside the off-white cup and tracing her nipple with the pad of my thumb. "Yep. Feels fine to me." She said. Then she grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. "How about you, doc? That hurt?" Actually, it did but I wasn't about to show weakness by admitting so. I continued to stroke her hardened nipple with my thumb while she maintained her solid grasp on my hardening nuts. Our eyes were still locked together, gazes unflinching as I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it lightly. This wasn't going quite the way I had envisioned it. First off I had expected her to be half naked, if not nude, and climbing all over me when I had drawn the cubicle curtains, and secondly the hold that she had over my testes seemed like one borne of fury rather than passion. I wrote it off as the way some women are, particularly prison bitches who survive on the aura of intimidation that they radiate to other inmates. "Shit, doc, you sure do have a weird bedside manner." Emma breathed, her grip on my balls relaxing, her eyes narrowing, teeth gritted as I tweaked her nipple a little harder, returning her own aggression with a little of my own. That was more like it. "Fuck, I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a man do that." "How long you been in?" I asked as I eased the cup of her bra up to reveal the entirety of her breast. "Just starting my second year of a five year stretch." She sighed as I moved my other hand to her left breast and pushed the cup up and over the nipple there. "The last time I was in here there was a female nurse." She told me as the hand on my nuts began methodically massaging me to hardness. "I'm temping while she's on maternity leave." I explained, my thumbs toying with both her nipples simultaneously. "What about that motherfucking cunt of a guard outside?" Emma asked as her hands popped the button of my jeans and sought the zipper. "How quiet can you be?" I asked, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, the worn garment dropping into her lap. "I'm a convict, doc. I've been finger fucking myself to silent orgasms for the last twelve months." She assured me. Mandy had told me much the same thing about her sex life inside. I'd thought it'd be all lesbian gang bangs in the shower room, but apparently those were the exception rather than the rule. No dildos or vibrators were allowed in state prisons, either. Not since some skank got bludgeoned to death by a big black one in an Ohio slammer a coupla decades back. "No conjugal visits?" "I'm in this shithole for putting an ex-boyfriend into a coma with a baseball bat." She laughed. "Not being married, I don't qualify for EFV. Reckon that twat has moved on with his life by now, too." She sighed. "Isn't it the done thing to at least kiss me before groping my tits or has romance changed while I've been banged up in here?." I moved in on her, our eyes still locked on each other, and I saw her mouth open as she finally let her eyelids flutter closed. Our lips touched and she turned into an animal, a ravenous bitch in heat hungry for whatever I had to offer, starting with my tongue. I squeezed her small tits, pushing her down onto her back on the narrow articulating bed. She winced, but that didn't stop her hands from yanking my trousers down, having successfully worked the zipper all the way open, or our tongues from twisting in a hot, moist tangle. She let out a muted "Owww" as I let too much of my weight settle on her injured torso. "Easy, Doc." She breathed as I broke the kiss to apologise. "No rough stuff on a first date, okay?" "Whatever you say, honey." I laughed, leaning over to take her nipple into my mouth, sucking on her small, pert breasts as my fingers worked at the buttons of her jeans, carefully avoiding the livid bruising where her abdominal cartilage had been damaged. I eased her jeans down to her knees and began to rub her pussy through her off-white panties, amazed to feel a warm, sticky wetness had already soaked through the gusset of her knickers. By this time Emma had managed to tug my black slacks down, taking my boxer shorts with them, and was cradling my erection in her hands, running her fingers all over it as she familiarised herself with the shape and size of almost forgotten pleasures. "Let me taste it." She breathed. "I love the masculine taste - we don't get much of that in here." I rose to my full height and shuffled along the bed, the trousers and shorts around my ankle making movement comically awkward. Emma's hand guided my fully erect cock straight to her lips, taking the whole of the glans between her lips and sucking on it powerfully, her tongue teasing, sweeping around and around it inside her mouth in a hardcore French kiss that made me shiver with delight. I looked down on her as she slid her lips further along my cock, her eyes wide open and staring up into mine as she worked the shaft with her fingers. I rested my hand on her lower belly, then pushed my hands inside the hem of her panties, fingertips gliding over the smooth flesh before delving into the forest of short, wiry pubic hair. The closer my fingers got to her pussy, the more excited Emma got and the faster her head bobbed on my cock, one hand milking the shaft with smooth, regular motions while the other cradled my testicles, massaging them carefully. My fingers soon located the unbelievably wet slit between Emma's legs and I commenced stroking up and down the warm, oily gash. Emma's head ceased moving when I touched the hood of her clitoris, her mouth having taken in as much of my meat as she could manage, my large, bulbous knob butting at the back of her throat. I pushed my middle finger inside her sopping wet hole and she spat my cock out of her awesome mouth. "Aaaahhhh." She moaned, her hands sliding all over my cock and balls, her eyes closed now as she allowed me to service her. I masturbated her slowly, deeply, my middle finger effortlessly gliding in and out, my palm pressing against her pubis. Because she was so wet and slippery I introduced a second finger to her treasures, making her gasp at the way my two fingers stretched her tight love tunnel. Emma's hungry lips closed over my cock again and she began to work at me with even more enthusiasm than before, positively gobbling my weapon up as her mouth devoured every inch of what it could cover and her hands molested every little bit that her oral cavern couldn't accommodate. I increased the speed of my finger-fuck, Emma's hips writhing beneath my hand, my palm slapping wetly, noisily against the periphery of her cunt. I could hear her moaning around my cock, the pain in her abdomen forgotten, her lips and tongue working to get me off just as fast as my fingers were stabbing into her depths to make her cum. The Slammer Sluts Her mouth released me again, but her hands remained a blur jerking on my shaft as he hissed a "Yessssss!" up at me, bucking her hips up to meet my invading fingers as her climax approached. She threw back her head, more or less shaking my cock to death as she lost control, then she bit down hard on her lower lip as she came, the orgasm that she would normally have screamed out muted to breathless gasps, hisses, gurgling groans and whispered exhalations in which the words "Fuck, oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuck..." could just about be distinguished. I gave her no time to catch her breath and come down from her high. I just grabbed her thighs and pulled her down toward the foot of the bed until her ass was perched on the edge of it. I took her ankles in my hands, spread her wide and, standing between her slender thighs, poised for penetration, eased my hard cock into her soaking wet cunt, sliding into the glistening gash effortlessly. The heat enveloping my hardness eclipsed by far the warmth of her mouth and she let out a cry of delight, then stuffed a knuckle into her mouth to stifle her moans so as not to alarm the guard, if indeed Sadie the screw was still there. "For fuck sake don't cum inside me." Emma groaned as I started banging away at her, watching her small, pancaked breasts ripple as the shocks of my hips slamming into her ass were transmitted through her slight frame. I moved my gaze down between her vee'd thighs to the joining of our bodies, mesmerised by the almost hypnotic motion of cock pumping into cunt, disappearing to the root on the in stroke, her fiery ginger pubes merging with my thick black hairs, and then emerging to almost its full glory, save the purple head of the glans, on the outward stroke. I couldn't tell if Emma's gasps were from the pleasure her cunt walls and clitoris were receiving or were instead from the stabbing pains from her bruising. Wrenching my gaze back up to her trembling body I found her with her mouth wide open, eyes tightly closed, hands fondling her own tits to heighten the sensations, her own thumbs pulling at her nipples in much the same way that I had done not five minutes earlier. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice little more than a hiss. "I'd forgotten how much I missed this." I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her harder onto my pounding cock, the examination table beginning to rattle with the hammering that it was being subjected to. Emma grunted and gasped involuntarily at the hard, fast fuck that she was getting, while I found myself starting to tire and slowed down the pace. I put a hand on her belly, my thumb sliding into the little gap between where my hard shaft was slowly sliding in and out of her cunt and the hood of her clitoris. I slowly circled the pad of my thumb in that small region, massaging her clit firmly as my prick seared along her tight vaginal walls, her internal muscles instinctively clamping down on the shaft deliciously in undulating ripples as her second climax approached rapidly. I could feel myself begin to lose control as her cunt walls sucked on my cock and reluctantly I withdrew from her rather than come inside her against her wishes. "Noooo." She crooned with melancholy as my cock-head slipped out of her dribbling snatch. " I was soooo close..." She lamented. This was quickly followed by an "Oh fuck yeah!" when she realised that I had dipped my head down there and was lapping at her deliciously juicy pussy with my tongue. Her hands crashed down onto my head and pressed it hard against her sex as she thrust her hips up at me with desire, her abruptly aborted orgasm building with even more power than before. I closed my mouth over her vagina, my hands sliding beneath her ass cheeks and moving her into a position where, by kneeling on the floor, I could tongue fuck her comfortably, then I swept the tip of my tongue up and down the entire length of her labia. She bucked her hips off the bed and up at me, hands grasping my hair firmly as she pushed her already soaked pussy roughly into my face. I moved my fingertips to her cunt lips and gently prised them apart, pressing my chin harder against her perinium as I thrust my tongue all the way inside her until my jaw ached with the effort. The woman gasped at the penetration, at the way I sought, latched onto and then tormented her clitoris with my tongue and squirmed in delight beneath me. My fingertips pulled more insistently, spreading the soft flesh wide as she opened her legs further, encouraging me to continue. I was so hard and burning with desire that I felt the overwhelming urge to thrust my steely hardness inside her once again and ride her to a simultaneous climax and it was an effort of willpower that kept me down there feasting on her copious juicy emissions. Emma quivered and groaned as I backed off, lapping at her pussy by pressing the flat upper surface of my tongue down against the bubbling centre, then she began trembling when I began licking at her engorged slit in long slow up and down movements with the tip of my tongue. Her hands tightened in my hair and she ground her hips in my face as I explored the entire exterior of her hot aching pussy. My hands inched further downward, roughly grabbing handfuls of her ass cheeks as she humped her cunt at my face, and I stabbed my tongue forcefully into the gaping hole of her hungry vagina and began to plunge it in and out as deeply as I could make it go. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her voice deep, husky and sensual. I brought my hands smoothly back up her belly to caress her small breasts while tongue fucking her remorselessly, pulling at the hardened nipples and making Emma groan gutturally and arch her back. Her heart hammering beneath my hand, her brain frying with the electric sensations that my delving tongue and hands were inducing in her erogenous regions, Emma began to lose control. Her thighs lifted off the bed as if to wrap around my head, but I took command again and pushed my mouth and tongue harder into her cunt, forcing her ass back down into contact with the mattress. My hands left her tits and returned to her ass cheeks, and she instinctively released her hold on my head to cup her own breasts and play with their small nipples, her eyes closed and head rolling from side to side as she revelled in the erotic bliss. I squeezed her ass, my fingers raking the pale, smooth flesh, grabbing roughly at the cheeks of her butt, pulling her hips hard onto my frenzied lips and tongue. My tongue was a wild snake-like thing inside her, probing every nook and cranny of her soaking wet vagina, the examination cubicle filled with the sounds of Emma moaning and my noisy slurping at her juice oozing slit, my teeth raking the swollen lips of her engorged labia. The first flashes of her climax spread through Emma's writhing, bucking form and she gave a low animal cry as those sparks turned to a raging fire within her mind. Her body trembled violently against my relentlessly burrowing tongue as the orgasm thundered through her entire quivering body. My tongue wriggled deep in her contracting cunt as she came and I could feel the rippling walls of her gushing twat clutching in vain at my tireless and still working tongue which was by this time had withdrawn from the deeper recesses of her pussy and was lazily lapping away at the trickle of thick and juicy cunt cream oozing out from the dripping wet gash. Finally I swirled the tip of my tongue around the periphery of her soaking slit before running it up and down the fleshy crinkles of her labia as the final few tremors of her climax subsided. Now it was my turn. I rose into a standing position and jammed my rock hard cock deep into her cunt with one smooth stroke, encountering only a very slight resistance due to the extreme lubrication that the last few minutes had generated. Her eyes shot open in alarm as her cunt lips were rudely stretched apart and the entirety of my seven inch long prick drove deep inside her. "Oh God yes! Fuck me now!" She whispered hoarsely. I began to make love to her slowly, each inward thrust of my hips seeming to her to drive my cock in just a little deeper as her wide eyes watched the rigid shaft smoothly disappearing inside her body before re-emerging coated from head to root in her glistening oils. Soon her eyes were rolling back in her head, my thick, long meat pistoning sedately in and out of her deliciously stretched and divinely agitated cunt. My fingers pulling on her teats brought her back to reality. Her hands found their way inside my shirt, scratching at the wiry hairs of my hard, muscled torso and fastening upon my own tiny nipples in encouragement, pulling upon them in precisely the way that my fingers were pulling on hers. "Fucking hell, oh fuck that's good." She groaned, near delirium, her ragged, oft chewed fingernails clawing painfully at my chest, leaving angry red marks that would remain visible, not to mention irritatingly itchy, for days. I made a mental note to myself not to let the wife see me without a T-shirt on until the welts were masked by the hairs of my chest. I slowed my thrusting to a stop in protest at the discomfort she was causing me, the entire length of my cock embedded to the root inside her, my two swollen, hanging testicles nestling warmly between the dark valley created by Emma's ass cheeks. She moaned softly, savouring the exquisite sensations of my hard weapon resting deep inside her slender body. Her seldom used, out of practice cunt walls rippled up and down my shaft reflexively, adjusting themselves to the unfamiliarity of being so delightfully stretched. "Fuck me..." She begged, her hands sliding down my torso to my flanks, as if she were going to just grab hold of my body and use me like the dildo she had been denied by the State of California's penal code. I grasped hold of her thighs and started to pull my hard cock out of her pussy. She shuddered at the friction of my cock slowly vacating her stretched sex, then cried out shrilly as I suddenly and without warning rammed it all back up to her cervix again until my balls were crushed into the crack of her ass. I looked up, concerned that Sadie the screw might come bursting in with her taser drawn and nightstick hoisted over her head ready to batter me into submission, but the infirmary remained locked and empty. Oddly for a medic I was more concerned about discovery than how Emma's rib cage was holding up to these exertions.. My gaze wandered over her reddened cheeks, her half closed eyes, her writhing lips as they pursed on withdrawal and then went oval on re-penetration. I screwed her slowly initially, withdrawing no more than half of my cock on the out stroke, leaving a couple of inches buried in her resisting, clutching cunt before sedately sliding my well lubricated penis back into the deepest recesses of her deliciously tight twat. I ran my hands along her thighs to her feet, pausing to caress the erogenous zone in the hollow behind her knees before sucking a toe into my mouth, running my tongue playfully between them while grinding my hips in a circular motion against her impaled mound. "Oohhhhhh, don't stop." She sighed, then I pulled my hips back and began to fuck her roughly, hard and fast, the way she needed it, making her moan even louder as my cock drove powerfully in and out of her warm, moist, velvety vaginal canal. Her whole body quivered and shook under the unrestrained force of my fucking, my aggressive thrusting rippling through her slender body, the slamming of my broad hips against the insides of her fleshy, wide spread thighs making her little breasts jiggle up and down most arousingly. Her ragged fingernails dug into my rock hard biceps, her cunt gushing uncontrollably around the meaty shaft spearing her slit, teardrops of slippery pussy juice soaking into the crack of her ass, dripping off my slickened meat and running down the root of it to my swinging balls. I fucked her faster, harder, only now starting to get concerned about her abdominal injuries, feeling her bucking and writhing in an erratic, uncontrolled manner beneath me. I was soon grunting with the effort as I continued pounding away at her tortured pussy. Her hands glided down my flanks and settled on my butt cheeks, squeezing my ass tight, pulling her body forward against mine as I rammed harder and faster into her, making my cock-thrusts even more violent. She gasped a short, sharp "Ahh" every single time that my cock bottomed out at the neck of her womb, when she wasn't sucking in painful lungfuls of air to maintain consciousness against the incessant waves of simultaneous pleasure and pain coursing through her entire being, that is. Emma seemed to synchronise herself to my lovemaking after a while, her writhing no longer erratic and unpredictable. Now she was moving with me. Her fingers clutched tightly at my flanks, her tortured breath escaping from her pursed lips in explosive gasps. Her oily pussy juices creamed out in steady pulses from her stretched hole. I could feel them as I continued screwing her, a sequence of warm, wet waves trickling down my ballooned ball sac. There was no room left inside her for creams or oils - my cock pounding into her slick pussy was squirting the natural lubricants out of her snatch as fast as they were being created, soaking into a widening damp patch on the fortunately disposable covers of the examination bed. Emma soon felt the initial waves of another orgasm approaching and fucked her cunt back at me harder still, further roughening the ride, the slapping noises of our loins loud and liquid sounding with the oils that the conjunction of our genitalia was forcing to bubble out of her stretched, tight opening and soak into our loins "Oh shit!" She cried, bucking her hips wildly up at me, her head lolling on her neck uncontrollably as the bed shook and rattled beneath us. "Feels so good..... so aaaaahhhhh, baby I'm coming!" She growled. I responded by thrusting myself inside her with even more energy as she bucked her hips, meeting each of my hard thrusts so that our fucking became faster, harder, rougher, the insides of her thighs reddening with the violent slaps of my hips against them, chafed by the wiry hairs of my groin and upper thighs. I jammed my hands beneath her skinny ass and gripped the cheeks firmly, ramming my body into hers with each furious, angry lunge. Her hands left my hips and flopped uselessly off the side of the bed as her orgasm built irresistibly, pressure waves of escalating intensity racking her trembling body. "Ahhhh" She cried, biting her hand to suppress the noise, gushing wetly again, her fluids squirting out around the tight fit that her cunt hole made around the girth of my still pumping prick. "Ahhh" again, she growled behind her knuckles, another wave of her climax ripping through her brain, legs scissoring in an uncontrolled frenzy around my back. "Aaaahhhhh" She moaned one last time and then it was my turn to reach the limits of my endurance and began to moan incoherently myself. "Your turn now." Emma whispered as she sensed my climax nearing, then; "But please, not inside me!" I glanced down one last time at the delicious sight of the union of our bodies, the image of my blurred cock shaft shimmering wetly with her copious seepage so incredibly erotic that I knew that there was no way I could hold back my own climax any longer, no matter how hard I tried. That incredibly erotic view was what tipped me over the edge and I pulled my throbbing cock out of her at the very last moment, cutting it finer than I could ever admit to Emma. I held my cock in my hand and quickly aimed the thing away from the gaping hole between her legs. I felt my nuts contracting and my toes curling as my biological prerogative kicked into full effect, and then it was my turn to muffle a breathless "Ahhhh!" as the thick creamy fluid blasted through the length of my prick, searing it from root to tip as the hot fluid flooded along the narrow tubing faster than water powering its way through a garden hosepipe. It felt like a pressure washer had been set off somewhere in my guts, and the only way its contents could escape was out of my pulsating dick. Emma's eyes widened as the first spurt of hot white cum erupted explosively from the swollen tip of my manhood and arced right over her belly to spatter down over her heaving breasts with clearly audible liquid splats. I bit back another gasp, and another equally intense contraction of my balls jetted more hot semen over her body, this offering landing as a warm, wet streak from the pale underside of her small breasts to her undulating navel. A third ejaculation was splashed all over the flat expanse of her belly, and a fourth spurt followed the path of the one before, the viscous fluid pooling in the depression of her belly button as what was left of my copious load dribbled and dripped out of the head of my cock and slowly trickled in a silvery-grey string into the forest of tangled ginger pubes that surrounded her glistening vagina. "Fucking hell." I breathed, coaxing the last few teardrops of cum out of my cock with my hand, letting the last dregs of my semen reservoir slowly drip onto the spotless tiled floor. Emma slid her hand down her belly, through the spots and speckles of cum coating her midriff, lazily toying with the thick, viscous fluid that had collected in her navel, dipping her finger into the shallow hole and giggling quietly as she smiled up at me. "Jesus fucking Christ." I sighed eventually, glancing down at the sticky mess that we had made. I quickly dressed, pulling up my shorts and trousers, tucking my shirt back in to look presentable again. I ripped a few antiseptic wipes out of a dispenser and carefully cleaned Emma's cum spattered torso, being extra gentle where the sticky white blobs stood out against the livid background of yellow, purple and dark grey bruising under her left breast. "Forget what I said about your bedside manner earlier on, doc. This is the best I've felt in ages." She laughed, then gingerly stepped off the bed in search of her own clothes. She dressed quickly, but very carefully and then we both heard the incident alarms going off in the distance again. She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately for a minute, pressing her crotch against mine as our tongues twisted around each others and I ran my hands through her long, ginger tresses. "Well, I think I'll be getting into a lot more trouble from here on in." Emma smiled as she pulled away from me and we left the examination cubicle, venturing out into the main ward of the infirmary where the CCTV could monitor us and where we would have to put on a more civilised show. "Forget time off for good behaviour, I much prefer the rewards for getting into fights by being a bad girl." She laughed as I picked up the phone and called for the guards to collect her and return her to her cell. I handed her enough painkillers to keep her going - and for me to recover from the draining of my balls - and told her to get the guards to bring her back when she needed more. "Next time I might have to keep you in overnight for observation." I added sternly, wagging my finger at her in a show for the cameras while she nodded her head demurely. "Observation?" She said, cocking her head to one side thoughtfully. "Is that as boring as it sounds or does it involve heavy probing and lengthy invasive procedures?" She asked mischievously. "All those." I smiled. "And if you're a really good girl I will let you sterilise my tool with your mouth before I go probing with it," I laughed as the doors banged open and three guards entered the infirmary, dragging a large, plain woman with hair shorn in an almost military buzz cut between them. I reluctantly handed Emma over to Sadie the screw and led the new admission to the nearest bed. The crew cut bitch winked at me lewdly and licked her lips lasciviously. The Slammer Sluts "What happened this time?" I asked. "Damnedest thing I ever saw, Doc." One of the guards told me with a shake of her head. That little blonde piece who keeps coming down with all sorts of weird ailments just kicked the crap outta this fucking bruiser and walked away without a scratch......."