4 comments/ 156763 views/ 11 favorites Prison Works By: emisweetie "If someone fucks with you, fuck them up them real bad. Even if you have to take a bit of pain yourself, if it takes them down, do it." Not exactly the motherly advice you'd find in "Homemaker Monthly", but advice I've remembered for almost twenty years, told to me on my first day of elementary school. It helped me through the tribulations of my schooldays for sure. However, like my mother, it didn't stop me from marrying the waste of sperm I loved for a while, my husband, Lewis. Married at twenty, and almost broke by twenty-one, I thought things couldn't get much worse. I was wrong. By the age of twenty-two I was visiting my husband in Prison. Looking back, I guess his love of fast cars and reckless heavy drinking were always doomed for a head-on collision - as was he, with a packed schoolbus. Eight years in Prison were to follow, more had it not been for the miracle of no fatal or even serious injuries. Six months down the line from the trial, and my life had become a drudgery of making ends meet, interspersed with fortnightly visits to the Forddale Maximum Security Penitentary. Lewis had never been a strong man, and it didn't take long for prison to wear him down. Each time I met him he seemed to have slipped further into listlessness and despair. The old arrogance and cocky smile, the things that had first attracted me to him, were vanishing quickly. The man who sat behind the reinforced glass and glared back at me was becoming as sorrowful and bland as the grey walls that surrounded him. I tried hard to rouse him from his apathy, but he was becoming less and less communicative. It was almost a year into his sentence when I got a clue about what was wrong. It was around March. I was sitting behind the glass, watching the prisoners file out into the visitors room, waiting for Lewis. I saw him emerge, but before he reached me another man sat opposite me, and picked up the phone. He was dark-skinned and stocky, with short black fuzzy hair. It came as a shock to see him opposite me, a smug grin sweeping across his face as he looked me up and down shamelessly. "You a nice piece of ass, bitch," His words shocked me, I'd forgotten I'd already picked up the receiver, anticipating Lewis. I felt my face flush, shocked by his words and tone. He was casual, laid-back, but from his eyes I could tell he meant what he said. "Why don't you come back here, let me play with that tight white pussy of yours, I'll..." He was suddenly grabbed by one of the guards, and yanked away before he could continue. I sat stunned, watching him grin at me as he was dragged away. As Lewis slunk into the vacant chair I realized he had been standing nearby listening to this without saying a word, or lifting a finger. "How could you let that man talk to me like that?" I blazed. "I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything," Lewis stammered, "He'd go crazy if I did. I have to know my place." "Know your place? You let that man make those suggestions and you did nothing," I hissed. I was furious with the stranger of course, but keen to take out my frustrations on my pathetic husband. I had wanted to shout many times before. Lewis loved to wallow in self-pity, and whilst I was of course sympathetic to his suffering, it always struck me how he'd never ask about my problems, or even inquire much as to how I was. The past year had been a major struggle, and everything I'd achieved had been entirely despite Lewis, I certainly never got any support. "You're so pathetic Lewis." I continued, "Don't be so weak. Be a man for once in your life, please." I continued for alot longer, listening to his grovelling apologies only made it worse. After calming down I apologized to him myself. I still loved him, after all, and I felt so guilty attacking him that way, and leaving him to his prison cell. For a time things improved a little. I was as kind and loving as was possible with our situation, and Lewis seemed to respond to it, a little at least. A few months after that first incident we got some good news. Due to his good behaviour Lewis had been granted "special visiting rights". We would have three blissful, private hours together. I felt like a virgin on her wedding night. It had been almost two years since I'd had sex. Recently things had improved financially, which meant I hadn't had to work so hard. Having all that extra energy had made me almost permanently horny. I had respected my wedding vows and been faithful to Lewis, despite the ease with which I could have cheated. After the verdict I had been inundated with sympathetic men, some married, some close friends of my husband even, all offering to support me in any way they could. They always took great care to hint which way in particular they'd like to take care of me! A slim young blonde, alone and scared, in need of male protection and support - I was the fantasy figure of every man in the neighbourhood! Having been so good and resisting, I was like a dog on heat as I made my way into the prison. The guard at the special visitation suite looked a happy man, aswell he should. I imagined his job consisted of processing sexily dressed and beautifully smelling women, all horny as hell. I was certainly no exception. I'd splashed out and bought everything new. New tight black dress, new stockings and suspenders, new bra and panty set, even new high heels and perfume. The room itself wasn't up to much, but i didn't care. I was here to make love with my husband, my pussy was already moist and twitching at the prospect. I was bitterly disappointed. My husband lasted no more than a few seconds. Of course, i had prepared myself for a short session, it had been a long time after all, but the total lack of passion or affection stunned me. My anger would no doubt have got the better of me, had it not been for my husband breaking down shortly afterwards. Something terrible was happening to him, but I couldn't get him to explain what. I found out about a week later. It was sunday morning, I was in bed. I always get horniest in the morning, and my hand had slid down my body, under my knickers, over my little tuft of pubic hair. I was playing with my clit, moaning quietly, eyes closed, imagining my husband on top of me, when the phone rang. I was really close and not wishing to be disturbed I left it to the answermachine, continuing to glide my wet fingers over my mound. The phone beeped, and I heard a familiar voice. "Hey bitch, you there? Pick up. You remember me, I know you do. Your pussy been thinking about me I think." It was the man from the Prison, I recognized his deep laid-back Southern drawl. I stopped for a moment, confused. How could he call me? "You sound real hot bitch," He continued, "I got hard just listening to your voice on the message. I got your number from your husband, he gave it up pretty quickly. He gives up alot of things pretty quickly." He laughed, a nasty deep laugh. "Why you marry that cocksucker anyway? You a fine ass woman, any man wanna fuck you." My pussy twitched hard as he spoke, demanding to be touched. Without thinking, i began to stroke myself again, lying back on the soft pillows of my double bed. "You let me, I'll give you the fucking of your life bitch. I still remember how those titties of yours looked in that tight top you was wearing." I began to stroke harder, listening to his voice, so authoriative and dirty. "I can just see my cock between those tits of yours. your sweet lips around my cockhead. I know you want the black cock don't you girl?" "Yes," I murmured, half in answer to my growing pleasure, half in answer to the voice making me so wet. "And when u finished bitch, I'm gonna put it deep down in that tight pussy of yours, fill you up real good, suck on those puffy nipples while i fucks yo...." the message time ended and his voice cut out as my body convulsed into a majestic total orgasm, rocking my body, sending juices all over my fingertips. In my head, I could see him on top of me, his smooth black skin rubbing against my flat stomach, my heaving, sweating breasts. In a moment, I was plunged back into reality. horror at how this man had been able to call me, the things he'd said. Shame, in the way I'd reacted to these words. Guilt at the thought of my poor husband, and anger that he had given away our phone number, putting me in that position to begin with. I had no idea that things were going to get alot more interesting..... part two coming soon... Prison Works Ch. 02 I didn't tell Lewis about the phonecall, I couldn't bring myself to do it. At the same time however, I couldn't bring myself to tell the Prison authorities either. Truth be told, I wanted that man to call me back again, I wanted some excitement, some passion. It had been so long, and that first time had made me realise how much I needed to be touched, how much I wanted to be taken. He called again and again, and despite myself I always played the tape back, touching myself, imagining him in the room, running his fingers over my hot sweating flesh. I felt so sad everytime I visited Lewis, a deceitful bitch of a wife, to add to his troubles. I couldn't help myself though. I'd lie in bed waiting for the call, emptying my head of thoughts, trying to free myself from the guilt. "I knows you loving dis bitch, 'cas you ain't called the authorities on me," He would say, "I know you teasing dat tight little pussy of yours for me, making yo-self nice and wet. Pull your panties down for me sugar. Let me slide my fingers between those puffy little lips." I got myself so wet and horny for him, but it was always the same, elation when the phone rang, ecstacy when I came, and tear-stained sweaty guilt at the end. Everything changed one day in late summer. I'd been cleaning up the house and came across some old tapes. I put them on, intrigued. There were a few old tv shows, some very old football games, and I was starting to get bored when my own bedroom appeared on screen. It was empty. I sat and stared for a little while, bemused. I heard voices just before Lewis entered the frame, dragging a girl by the hand behind him. Her name was Ayumi, she'd been an exchange student from Japan who'd stayed with us for a few weeks one summer. Memories of her flashed back into my mind. A pleasant girl, a little immature for a 19 year old, but friendly. She'd had a crush on Lewis, I knew, but I'd thought nothing of it. I sat forward, Ayumi seemed a bit reluctant but Lewis was dragging her to the bed. "Your wife is so kind for me, I can't." She pleaded. "She'll never know," He grinned, "Come here." The old Lewis again. The selfish, conceited Lewis, pleasing himself. I stared into that cocky smile that suddenly looked so ugly. I wanted to smash the tv screen. He pulled her into him, staring at and grabbing her tits, massaging them beneath her t-shirt. He pushed her down onto the bed, tugging down her jeans and raising her tshirt in one motion, sucking noisily on her nipple. Tears welled in my eyes, as my husband tore down her knickers, roughly opened her legs, and pushed his pudgy little fingers inside her. She welcomed him into her, and for five minutes or so I watched Lewis bouce around between her legs, listening to his disgusting grunts. When he was done, he stood up briskly, fastening his jeans as if he'd just stepped away from a urinal. "My wife'll be back soon, get your knickers on, get out of here." He said flatly. She stumbled out of the room at his request, her face having lost all it's innocence and colour in a few moments. After she left, Lewis approached the camera, his face filling the screen, a grin from ear to ear, a satisfied sigh, and static. "You bastard." I whispered. I didn't visit Lewis the next week or indeed the week after - I was too busy crying. The shock of betrayal hit me first, when i'd recovered from it, depression engulfed me like a tsunami. Two days were spent sleeplessly sobbing in bed. I began to think of the years of my life I'd wasted, the years he'd made me waste, and I finally came back to my mothers' advice. I got angry. It felt good. A month after the tape I went back to prison. This time, things were different. Lewis had always asked me to dress conservatively in public, a request I'd respected, until now. It's amazing what a make-over and a new wardrobe can do! Heads raised and mouths fell open as I passed. I arrived late so Lewis would get to see my entrance. The other prisoners whistled and banged on the glass as I made my way to my husband. It had been a while since I'd worn high heels, but it felt great. My hair, newly-styled, was down for a change, the straight blonde strands streaming over my naked shoulders. I'd chosen a dark blue dress, very tight and very short, just hiding my asscheeks. The straps fastened around my neck, plunging at the front into a deep V. My face was beautifully painted, lipstick and fingernails a matching pretty pink. I placed my slim but curvy figure elegantly on the chair. I crossed my legs, tossing my long hair back, casually picking up the phone. "What the hell are you doing?" Lewis hissed down the phone, staring wildeyed at me through the glass. Prisoners crowded around behind him, wide-eyed and whistling. "I don't know Lewis, what am I doing." I replied calmly, eyeing my fingernails. "Why doesn't your little Japanese slut come visit you?" I glanced up, fixing him with a steely stare on the words "Japanese slut", before glancing at the men behind him, flashing them a naughty smile. The colour drained from my husbands' face. "How?...but.....baby, that was a long time ago." He stammered. "I'm sorry, so sorry, why did you have to watch the tape...." "Shut-up Lewis." I interrupted, bored of his tedious whining. "I'm not listening anymore. It's over. I just wanted you to know I've got a real man." I glanced up, scanning the crowd of men, catching sight of my phonesex friend. I smiled at him. "He's a friend of yours actually." Lewis followed my gaze. The big black man stood straight, stared back at me, a quiet smile on his lips. "What the....hey!" Began Lewis as I walked away. I stood close to the Chief Warden. "I wanna arrange a special visit." I said. "Sure, I'll grab your husband." "No." I touched his arm lightly. "A special visit with that man." I whispered, gesturing at my soon to be lover. The Warden chuckled, "Well, that's not gonna happen lady." "Oh, c'mon," I purred, "I know you can make it happen." I moved in closer still, our noses almost touching. I fluttered my eye-lashes. "I'd be so grateful to you if you did." Ten minutes later I was in the special visitors' cell, as the door opened, and my lover stepped inside. He eyed me up and down, but suspiciously at first. "Wass this about woman?" He demanded. Well," I began, standing at a slight distance, facing him fully. "I wanna know if you meant all those things you said on the phone. They got me so....wet," I raised my arms above my head, untying the dress strap at the back of my neck. "I lay in bed night after night, dreaming of your body on top of me, imagining how it would feel." He looked me up and down, relaxing, smiling. The thin material, untied, slipped away, the dress sagging to half reveal my glorious, pert tits. "Imagining your big hands all over my tits," I continued, running my fingertips over my soft skin. The wait was too much for him. He surged at me, taking a breast in his hand, massaging it, as his mouth found mine, his snake-like tongue shimmering between my lips, the heat of his body pressing firmly against mine. He pushed my head back, trailing his tongue down my neck, glancing down my body. He groaned as he squeezed my breast, despite the size of his hand, the skin of my tits oozed through his fingers like cream. He hands ran up and down my body, shooting like stars across my skin, trying to devaour every inch of me simultaneously. I pulled his blue shirt off his shoulders, wrenched his tight white t-shirt over his head. I yelped with pleasure as the deep blackness of his skin came into view. I kissed his chest, my fingers running over the smooth taunt skin. He held onto the side of my dress as i moved down his body, hitching it up and over my head. I pulled hungrily at his blue overall pants, seeing his dark fuzzy pubic hair first, the hardening muscle of his cock bouncing into view. I took it into my mouth as if we both had just moments to live. I stroked his balls, trailing my fingertips on the underside of his shaft, enjoying the sound of his moans. He patted my head, smiling, flashing his perfect white teeth at me. "Damn bitch, you suck even better than your husband." I giggled, his cock still in my mouth, his balls sitting heavy and happy in my little hand. "Shit girl," He moaned, "I need to fill up that sweet pussy right now." I releashed his cock excitedly, and sat back, looking up at this giant above me. He held me under the arms, raising me up onto the hard bed behind. Tenderly he rolled me over onto my stomach, kissing my asscheeks delicately, as his big black hands untied the straps of my lace thong on either thigh. His tongue slid up my spine as his awesome meat found it's way between my pussy lips. I exhaled loudly as he pushed the full length inside me, slapping my ass, as he speeded up, fucking me hard. I felt his hands trail down my back, as he banged me. Tugging at my hair, pulling my head back as he filled my pussy doggy-style. He ran his arm around my waist, twirling my little tuft of pubic hair in his fingers, delving down over my clit. I came quickly, the sensation of a man atop me after so long was too thrilling. He came sooner than I expected, through of course he'd been in prison for almost seven years at this point. His juices exploded inside me like hot wax, coating my insides, making me a part of him. He slumped down on the bed next to me, lying behind me in the spooning position. I let him trace his fingertips over the back of my neck, his thick softening cock resting lazily on my buttcheek. I didn't know the biggest surprise was to come........ Final Chapter coming soon...... Prison Works Ch. 03 We lay and talked for an hour, his big hands stroking my naked skin all the while. I learned his name was Teake, and he was far more tender than I'd expected. He apologized about the quickness with which he came, and when he asked me about myself, his interest seemed totally genuine. As he ran his hands up and down my thighs I filled him in with a brief history of my marriage, including the discovery of the videotape. "That weasly little bitch be needing an ass-kicking." He thundered. "Someone need to smack the shit out of him." The rage in his voice scared me for a moment, until I felt his heavy body press against my back, his arms hugging me close. I paused, listening to the silence. "Would you?" I asked quietly. He raised his head, looking down at me. "For me." I finished. He looked deep into my eyes, serious, studying them. We lay unmoving for what seemed like days. I held my breath, feeling even exhaling would somehow break this moment. "What do you want me to do?" He said. The tone of his voice suggested he'd already agreed. I turned my head away again, facing the wall. "I want you to hurt him. And I want you to humiliate him. Can you do that?" I asked. "Babe," He laughed, "that little tramp sucks my cock on command, it's done already." "But only you right?" I interrupted. He nodded. "I'll tell you what I want." I continued, "I want total humiliation. I know you've got connections in this place, I know you can make things happen. I want every convict in this place fucking with my husband." I paused, having shocked myself with my own cruelty. "And I want Lewis to know you're fucking me too." "Dame girl," He said in a quiet, serious voice, "you one nasty, horny, sexy fucking bitch." I felt like a different person, I never imagined I was capable of such ruthlessness, never guessed I would become so manipulative, so twisted. The anger I felt against Lewis wasn't consuming me though, I was thinking clearly, an objective in mind, and I was loving it. Teakes' words forced my pussy to twitch again. I felt his cock hardening against my back, his hand reaching for my breast. I smiled. "Will you do it?" I asked authoratively. "You fucking bet I will bitch." He replied agressively. "But I dunno if he'll believe I'm fucking you, I tell him alot of nasty stuff." "There's a little birthmark on the inside of my thigh," I said flatly. "Tell him that, he'll know you're not lying." Teake moved down the bed, taking a look at the mark. Looking up at me, he slid further down. He shoved me onto my back as his big hands landed on the top of each of my thighs. "Oh, yes please." I thought, as he pushed my legs apart. His head disappeared from my view. In an instant I could feel his cool breath on my lips, his mouth inches from my sex. My head sank back into the pillow as his tongue trailed across the upper limits of my thighs, tantilizingly close to my throbbing pussy. This powerful black God, the rippling muscles of his arms and back glistening in front of me, was totally under my control. I moaned blissfully, widening my legs, inviting him to gorge himself on my sweetness. I closed my eyes, lost in joy. I'd successfully traded my limp, useless husband for this awesome, lustful king. Handsome, devilish and twice as big as Lewis in every department. He hadn't even made contact with my pussy, and I was calling his name. When his big, hot tongue eventually slid along the crack of my pussy, I screamed in pure delight. To feel this hardened criminal, denied pussy for so many years, at the mercy of my body, under the spell of my pink lips was divine. He glared deep into my eyes, fucking me with his tongue, his entire being aching just to please me, his only desire to give me pleasure sent my whole body into convulsions. Growling like an animal he tugged at my lips with his mouth, hungrily enjoying my taste, dipping his tongue deep inside me. His hand glided up my sweat-stained stomach, covering my breast, squeezing it gently, tugging at my hard nipple. I lay my hand on top of his, forcing him to squeeze my tit harder. Only after an age did he raise himself, hovering low over my clit. He grinned at me, a light trace of my juices over his chin, his fingers running up and down my leg, from ankle to waist, teasing me. Each touch sent shockwaves through my body, sending me twisting and turning on the bed, my body arching, pussy rising and falling. Teake watched these contortions with pleasure, admiring the curves of my body, my round, fullsome tits lying, nipples standing tall. His fingers danced over my pussy, this time stopping at my clit. Gently, he massaged it with hs tongue, his fingers pushing back my hood. I could feel the most intense orgasm yet welling up inside me. Whimpering, almost crying with pleasure, I draged his body towards me, on top of me. I needed desperately to feel the weight of this man on me, the heat from his body keeping me warm as I came. As he lay down, his cock glided effortlessly into my drenced hole. A few long deep strokes were all I needed, my thighs locked around his body, my beautifully painted nails dug deep into his back. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, as the orgasm tore through me like a typhoon. It was long, perhaps even a minute, and at the end I could do nothing. I lay motionless, exhausted. Teake continued for a few more minutes before exploding inside me. We lay panting, Teake on top of me. I kissed his shoulder, running my fingers over the muscles of his back, feeling his cock soften inside me. "You know," He said breathlessly, after a while, "I got three more years to serve. You better get ready for me woman." The guards came too soon, took Teake back to his cell, and that's the only time we made love. Two and a half years have passed, and Teake's been working out everyday! I'm a very lucky woman. We write to eachother every week and he still calls me, only now I don't leave it to the answerphone! I visited Lewis once more in Prison. He came to see me in the tiny short skirt and make up, exactly as Teake had forced him to dress. He sat silently, defeated, listening only. "Oh, you look so pretty Lewis." I mocked. "How is everything?" His eyes rested on my cleavage. "How many boyfriends do you have now?" I laughed. "Anyway," I continued, "I just wanted to let you know, Teake will be out soon," I leaned closer to the glass, whispering, "I'm actually creaming myself in anticipation, the things he can do to me with his cock." I brushed my hair back. "Basically, I wanted to tell you the garage is being converted into a room for you. Teake said you can stay with us as long as you behave yourself. He'll be taking the house, the bed, and me, but you can still be his special little bitch. It's either that, or the street, I'll let you decide." A flicker of a smile crossed my husbands' face. He was far too ashamed to admit it, but my husband was enjoying his new role in life as a prison slut. I watched him wander back to his cell wandering quite how much I'd hurt him, and how much I'd actually helped him out. It didn't seem to matter anymore, anyway. So, that's my story. I'm sitting here with the sun shining, Teake is out in a few weeks, and I couldn't be happier. There's just one thing I'm really thankful for, one thing I keep thinking over and over. Thank God, thank God, that my mother never read Homemaker monthly!