39 comments/ 86688 views/ 44 favorites The Psychologist and the Prisoner By: Manwitdog Emily Hulse, a twenty eight year old psychotherapist, had been engaged by the parole board to assess a prisoner in the local jail, who was due for parole. She was trained to treat mental and emotional problems, with psychological methods, and her recommendation would assist the parole board in coming to a decision on whether to free on license, Blake Anderson, the prisoner who she was to interview. Blake Anderson had been jailed for ten years, and having served five, was up for parole. His record of rapes, and abuse of Women stretched a long way back. Emily had spent all night reading his criminal record, and police reports, before their first appointment. She read transcripts of interviews with his victims, especially the most violent ones, and her preconceived perception of him was that he was and extremely violent man. He'd abused, and raped scores of Women, but only a few married ones had reported their ordeals. He was to be escorted from the jail, in handcuffs, to her office. When he arrived, she was taken by surprise at his good looks, he was quite a handsome thirty year old Man. Her smile was warm, but brief, as she turned to him, after saying goodbye to the previous patient. Bake Anderson came handcuffed to a prison guard, but she asked for the cuffs to be removed, and the guard to wait outside, on call for any emergency. She held out her hand, and grasping his, said, "Hello, my name's Mrs Hulse, you are Blake Anderson, correct?" He nodded, feeling her warm palm in his, as he moved closer to her, close enough to feel her heat, to inhale her scent. "Please sit down, there," she pointed to a chair, "And make yourself comfortable," she said. He watched her, closely, as Emily related her qualifications to him. "I have a doctorate in psychology, and I am a qualified therapist, whatever you say to me, stays in this room, and is only used to help me make my report back to the parole board, do you understand?" she asked him. Blake Anderson nodded. Emily had done interviews with prisoners before, sometimes in jail, and sometimes in her office. Emily's first session with Blake Anderson started with discussing his childhood. She tried to find out why he'd had the tendency to humiliate Women, abuse and rape them. She watched the way he responded to her questions, the way he breathed. He sat in front of her, watching her cross and uncross her legs, as she questioned him. Emily studied him intently, and when he looked up at her, smiled at him, as if she knew what effect she was having on him. Emily took notes as he answered, but found herself constantly distracted by his demeanour, his piercing eyes. He seemed far more relaxed than she did, his answers were unhesitating, and concise. She felt herself blush, every time, especially when he asked things about her, her life. The first time he'd interjected her questioning, was when he asked, "Are you married?" She answered, nervously, "No, I'm a widow, my husband was killed in a car crash." "I'm sorry," he replied, "I didn't mean to pry, to upset you," when he saw her shuffle uncomfortably in her chair. After asking him more questions about his home life, he interjected again, "Do you live on your own, do you have children?" "I don't have children, we decided to wait until I got my doctorate, the highest level of university degree, and my husband was killed before we decided to try for one," she explained. She went on, "I live alone, in an big old house at the end of town, it's secluded, and quiet, the way I like it," she informed him, instantly regretting volunteering that kind of information. Emily and Blake looked at each other, for a few seconds. His gaze was penetrating her, before he spoke, "Err, may I ask you a personal question?" "Yes, as long as I can answer it, if it's too personal I might refuse," she chided him. "Is there a man in your life?" he asked. Emily smiled, and replied, "No." "Really, I'm surprised, I would have though that a beautiful woman such as yourself would have plenty of guys asking you out?" he said. "They do, but I don't want anyone yet," she explained. "I've not had a relationship with a man since my husband was killed," she informed him. "To tell you the truth, I don't need a man in my life," she said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. He watched her for a few seconds, studying her before saying, "As a psychologist, have you noticed how liars always start with, "To tell you the truth?" Emily blushed, as she realised she was lying, blushed, because he had caught her out, she did need a man, inside her, loving her, she had been a long time without one. Blake Anderson watched her, taking in her beauty, the light from the windows highlighting her blonde hair. She was attractive, in her late twenties, well kept, and smartly dressed. The conservative clothes she wore still allowed her body to be elegantly displayed. Even her questioning had a sexy elegance to it. She was rather patronising at times but to him, still a very sexy woman. Blake Anderson carried on surreptitiously interrogating her, "How old are you, twenty six, thirty?" he asked. "You shouldn't ask a woman's age," she admonished, "But I'm twenty eight." She was uncomfortable, being cross examined by him, constantly shifting in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, repeatedly exposing her fleshy thighs. When his allotted time was up, she called the guard in, who immediately handcuffed him to his wrist. Emily thought it was an unnecessary precaution, as to escape, or cause her trouble would jeopardise his chances of freedom. "See you next week," she called as the guard led him out of her office. Except for the fact that he was a prisoner, a convicted rapist, Blake Anderson, who she had just interviewed, was everything Emily admired in a man. Handsome, well built, articulate, dark cropped hair, and a healthy complexion. An expert at getting inside a person, Emily found no evidence of violence, or aggression, in him, he'd seemed docile answering politely every question she put to him. On the day of Anderson's second visit, Emily felt the warmth of the afternoon sunshine seep through the windows. As she conducted her interview, with the client before Blake Anderson, she unfastened the top button of her blouse. As she tried to remain focussed on her present client, her thoughts were far from the task in hand. All she could think of, was the man she would be meeting in a few minutes, the prisoner Blake Anderson. The man whose piecing eyes, and good looks, had her trembling with anticipation. Although he was a prisoner, and she was assessing him for his potential release, it didn't stop her having unethical thoughts about him. He had invaded her thoughts all week, and she had laid in bed, at night, re reading over and over his case notes. Although her top button was undone, Emily's attire was still conservative. Prim and proper on the outside, but on the inside she was aflame with desire. Emily knew she was being stupid, getting all worked up over the attractive prisoner who was due in her office soon. What would people think of the prim and proper psychologist, if they could read her mind? "What would he think?" she asked herself. She quickly went back to the task in hand, trying to put him out of her mind. On Blake's second visit, which overran by ten minutes, Emily began unconsciously responding to him, when he suggested things to her. The first time, was when he suggested, "Why don't you make my visit the last one of the day, that way we can overrun sometimes." The next appointment she had with him, their chairs were closer together, and it was her last of the day, and during it he said, "You know you're very attractive, have nice legs, you should wear a shorter skirt." After the third appointment, and every following one, Emily went home, and masturbated, usually in bed, to the things he'd said. The appointment after that one, Blake noticed that her skirt was shorter, and her eyes never left his, as he took in her attire. She didn't start questioning him straight away, she seemed to be waiting for him to comment on her outfit. She was desperate for a man to say that she was pretty, beautiful, it had been a long time since a man had complimented her. He nodded, "You look beautiful, that skirt really enhances your legs," he commented. During her questioning, at that appointment, she occasionally gave him a flash of her panties, and as they talked, he leaned forward, and let his fingers gently run up and down her legs. At first she jumped backward in her chair, breaking his caress, but she felt safe, and so she allowed him to run his finger up her legs again. It felt nice to have a man caress her, want her, and because of the circumstances, had no fear of him. As he ran his palm up the back of her calf, he said "You have lovely legs." Blake suggested, with politeness, "With legs like yours you should wear stockings, instead of pantyhose." "Pantyhose is so coarse, stockings are more sheer, for the wearer," he added. Ethically, Emily should have stopped him, stopped him from caressing her, but his touch felt so good. At his next appointment he glimpsed a flash of her suspender, and stocking top, when she crossed her legs. Blake Anderson began slowly, unknowingly, to her, seeking out her fantasies. He watched her responses, when he began detailing what he'd done to some of the women he'd raped. Blake Anderson watched her squirm, when he told her how he'd forced the women to suck his cock, and drink his cum. He watched her swallow hard, when he told her how he'd shackled his victims, and after fucking their cunts, forced his cock into their anus's. Blake heard her heavy breathing, when he described how he'd tied up a husband, and assaulted his Wife in front of him, licking her pussy, and abusing her, until she pleaded to be fucked. On her way home that night, Emily purchased a pair of handcuffs, and she played with them all night. The only thing she couldn't do was fasten her hands behind her back. At their next appointment, Emily sat, in an even shorter skirt, legs crossed, showing plenty of leg, with her notebook on her knee, and Blake decided to take it further. As she began questioning him further, Blake interrupted her, "Mrs. Hulse, Emily, why do I have to come here each week?" She looked at him, before settling back into her chair, patronisingly, "My name is Mrs. Hulse, not Emily," she chided him. "You call me by my first name, I think I should be able to call you by yours,' he said, sternly. "Now Emily, why am I here?" he asked again. "The parole board want a report, before they consider your release," she explained. "Why?" he questioned, knowing that her report could eventually free him. "To ensure that you are a fully balanced person, and won't carry on abusing Women like you did," she said. "Yes, but you know enough about me, to recommend I can be paroled," he said. Emily Hulse did know a lot about him, enough to make a report, enough to have his parole granted, or denied. "Are you going to recommend I be paroled?' he asked. "I haven't made that decision yet," Emily replied honestly, adding we have two more sessions left yet." "Do you get turned on, listening to me talking about it, learning what I did to them?" he asked. "Don't be ridiculous," she stammered. "I think you do, I think you have even bought a pair of handcuffs, I bet they're in your desk drawer, and you want to know how it feels when you are shackled," he smirked. "Trouble is," he continued, "You can't fasten your arms around your back, you'd need help to get them off." Emily choked, unnerved, she couldn't understand how he seemed to read her mind, know what she was thinking, know what she wanted. Blake got up, walked over to her desk, and before she could get up, to stop him, he opened a drawer. They were on top, a shiny pair of handcuffs, and he took them out, holding them up, saying, "Well, what have we here?" waving them in the air. She blushed, and stammered, "They, they," trying to find a valid reason for having them, "They're for research." He gave her a demeaning glance, and said, "Yeah, right, whatever." Blake looked into the drawer, and saw a couple of bondage books. He picked them up, waving them in the air, and said, "We have been researching, haven't we?" Emily remained silent, she had no answer, she'd been caught out. As he thumbed through them, he tut tutted. Blake dropped the books back into the drawer, but kept hold of the cuffs. "I know you, I know what you want," he said, confidently. "You don't know anything about me," Emily chided. "I know everything about you, your wants, your needs." he informed her. As she stood by his side, Emily felt his hand clasp firmly on her shoulder, before he slid it down her arm, gripping her, just above the wrist, and pulling it behind her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, as he attached the cuff to her wrist. She could have screamed, but didn't, but one sound from her, would bring the guard rushing in. Her senses reeled, as he fastened the other cuff to her wrist. Emily felt his mouth on her neck, his warm breath on her ear, as he kissed both places. "How does that feel?" he asked, as he pulled her back into him. A slight gasp came from Emily's throat, as she felt him press into her. Her white lace panties dampened, as she stood bound helpless. "I want you Emily, just like you want me," he whispered in her ear. "No," she rasped, breathlessly, shaking her head at the same time. "I think you do?" he challenged, "I've met women like you before, all high and mighty when you're in charge, but you change your tune when the cuffs go on, and you find out whose really in charge," he growled. "Admit it, you're turned on, you want to know how it feels to be dominated, helpless?" he whispered. Scream if you want, but you'll never get to know how the others felt when I had them cuffed," he warned. "Don't hurt me," she whispered, ready to scream, ready to alert the guard. "I won't hurt you, I'm just showing you what the others felt, I want you to feel what they felt," he said. Blake pulled her backwards into him, pulled her arms down, until her hands were level with his cock. Forcing one hand onto his bulge, he clamped her hand around it with his. "Can you feel how much I want you," he quizzed. Emily whispered, "Yes," as he pressed her hand onto his cock. "Do you like how it feels, does it feel good?" "Yes," she panted, then realising her predicament, "Let me go, it's over." "Its not over till its over," he cursed, firmly. "Let me go, I won't be seeing you after next week," Emily told him. "This isn't a game, lady, you wanted this, you wanted to know what it was like to be out of control," he challenged. "I want to kiss you goodbye today, and kiss you hello next week," he said. He kissed her neck again, as he reached around her front and pulled her blouse from out of her skirt. He ran his hand up her body, inside her blouse, grasped the bottom of her bra, and pulled it up, over her breast. "I came here to see you," he growled, "To feel you," as he cupped her breast, before squeezing her nipple. Emily moaned, and once her nipple was hard, he pulled the other cup over her breast, and fingered her other nipple, which had already peaked. "I want to make love to you, and you want me to," he whispered. "No, no," she wailed, as she tried to pull away from him. "Yes, yes," he replied, "There's no way I'm going to walk out of this room until I do." "Make a move to stop me, and I'll move faster, and take you," he warned. "I'll scream," Emily threatened. "Go on then, scream, and I'll rip you clothes off, and be inside you, before he can break the door down," meaning the guard. "I'll be so deep inside you, I'll be like a dog when it fucks a bitch, he'll have to use a fire hose on me, to get me off you," he threatened her. "Please don't talk to me like that," she moaned. "Why, does it excite you?" he asked. "No, I want you to let me go," she cried. "Do you think I can just walk out of that door, and not know you, I'm going to pleasure you, and you me, you're mine, till I leave," he whispered. Blake turned her head round, with his free hand, and kissed her, forcefully. He turned her round, to face him, and placed both hands on her breasts, before ordering her to, "Kiss me." Panting heavily, Emily offered her mouth to his, and he used her breasts to pull her to him, as he kissed her again. Blake then grabbed her around the back of her head, and pulled her to his face. As he kissed her again, he forced his tongue between her lips. She kept her teeth clenched together, until he squeezed her nipple hard, causing her to open her mouth, in a moan of both pain, and pleasure. Blake's tongue slipped into her mouth, and began swirling it, around hers. He broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes, as he unbuttoned her blouse, and reached around her back, to unclip her bra. "You should wear front fasteners, from now on," he ordered, as he bent to suckle on a nipple. Blake transferred his mouth to her other breast, and nipple, and spent the same time on that one, as she softly moaned. She realized she wanted him to do the things he had done to the other women, but without the violence, or pain. He then lifted her up by the waist, and sat her on her desk. Blake pushed her back, until she was laid flat, opened her legs, as far as the skirt would allow, and stood between them, before running his hands up and down her legs. "Please," she whimpered, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Please what?" he smirked, as he pulled her panties down. He slipped them off her legs, and holding them up, for her to see, said, "Wear thongs in future." Emily moaned, the instant he began fingering her pussy, and her moans got louder, as he strummed her clit. Not wanting to alert the guard, he took her panties, and pushed them into her mouth, as his fingers drove into her. "I'll be in trouble, if he hears," he said, nodding towards the door. With his fingers still inside her, finger fucking her, he bent his face to her sex. Blake licked the fleshy lips of her cunt, before taking her clit into his mouth. Emily squirmed, not in resistance, but to place his mouth more firmly on her cunt. He licked and sucked, as she writhed on the desk, and she moaned in ecstasy, into her panties, when he withdrew his fingers, and inserted his tongue. Blake soon brought her to her first male induced orgasm since her husband died. He reinserted two fingers, as he continued to pleasure her. Emily screamed into her gag, as another orgasm exploded. Blake lifted up, unfastened his fly, and took out his cock. He wiped it up and down her slit, coating it with her own juices. "When you cum, you'll want me to make you cum again, I can give you orgasms that will blow your mind," he challenged. Emily gasped, when he said, "When I cum, you'll want me to cum again and again," as he drove into her, to the hilt. He thrust three or four times, letting her savour his length, and was just about to begin fucking her, in earnest, when there was a gentle knock on the door, it was the guard. Blake pulled out, put his wet cock away, and hurriedly fastened his trousers. Emily jumped up, and Blake turned her round, and unlocked the cuffs, and whispered, "Get dressed, make yourself presentable." as he pulled her panties out of her mouth. Emily hastily fastened her bra, and blouse. "Look at the time?" he smirked, my sessions over for today. He watched her as she stepped back into her panties, hitched them up, and then lowered her skirt. The Psychologist and the Prisoner Blake said, "I have to go, next time, we'll have much longer, we'll start straight away." Emily stood, trembling, blushing, and unsatisfied. Blake smirked, next time he would have full intercourse with her, he wanted her compliant, willing to do what he wanted, willing to sign the papers for him to be released. Emily's body was on fire, and burning with shame, as she made herself presentable. Blake whispered softly to her, unsure if the guard was listening, "Don't forget, thong, front fastening bra, Oh, and, shave your pussy," he laughed, pulling a pubic hair from between his teeth. When she was presentable, ready to open the door, and return him to the guard, he said, "Masturbate, but don't cum, till I see you again, and phone the governor, and tell him that you want a two hour appointment next week." Emily looked at him wide eyed, he could read her, he seemed to know what she did after his appointments, and she nodded silently. He kissed her, and whispered, "See you next week, oh, by the way, move your office further back, you're a bit noisy, and I don't want the guard to bust in and spoil it," as he opened the door. The guard cuffed him, and led him away, and Emily watched, until he disappeared. All week, at all times, Emily thought about Blake Anderson, and what he had done to her. She was, in a peculiar way, ashamed. How could she have let herself be handcuffed, and then allow him to do the things he did without calling out to the guard for help? Emily certainly couldn't stop thinking about it, especially the first few days after his appointment. Her nipples, and clit, were still throbbing, days after, from what he'd done, and from not relieving herself, when she really needed to. Her body flushed every time, when she thought about their next meeting, and what he was going to do, what she would let him do. Emily woke on the day of her last appointment with the prisoner Blake Anderson. As her body came out of it's sleep mode, she felt her desires waken, as they spread throughout her body and mind. She hadn't masturbated all week, subconsciously obeying Blake's instructions. With an effort she resisted the urge to satisfy her needs, keeping her fingers away from her pussy. Eventually, she forced herself out of bed and ran a bath. As she washed between her legs, Emily fought with herself to resist relieving her natural needs. Emily stood up, and turned on the shower to wash away the remaining soap suds, but the stinging jets just stimulated her aroused nerves. She dressed, ate breakfast, and left for her office. Emily struggled through all her appointments, her eyes constantly on the clock, willing it to move quickly to Blake Anderson's appointed time. Her last patient failed to turn up, which left her with time on her hands. Emily glanced nervously at her watch, he would soon be here. During the week, she had transferred her office to one further back, knowing that there would be on room between the guard, and the office where Blake and she would be. She smoothed the shortest skirt she'd ever worn over her hips. Emily was wearing exactly what she had been told to wear by Blake, thong, front fastening bra. The front fastening bra, and thong were purchased after Blake's last appointment. She glanced at her reflection in the window of her office. The skirt was tight, sexy without being tarty. She still looked every inch a sophisticated woman, but one that now oozed sex appeal, she hoped just how Blake would like her to be. The now obligatory stockings encased her legs, held in place with a garter belt. Emily made final adjustments to her appearance, as she waited. Her feet were encased in a pair of four inch black high heels, that she seldom wore because she had never dated since she lost her husband. The shoes enhanced her long legs, and made her feel sexy. Her pussy was shaved, as best as she could, on Blake's orders. As she waited she thought of what lay before her, when he arrived, and was aware of her body tingling in anticipation. Minutes later, she heard him, alerted by he noise of the guard, as he clomped up the stairs. Her heart skipped a beat, when she first laid eyes on him, when the guard opened the reception door. There wouldn't be much talking, she knew that much. To Blake, when Emily first opened the door, she looked stunning, with her blonde hair perfectly coiffured, and make up on her face. She nervously ran her tongue across her lips, unsure of what to do, or say, until she gathered herself together, and said to the guard, "Please release him, and wait here for him." She allowed him to walk past her, and then closed the door, before leading him into her new office. When he walked in, she quickly closed the door, and caught her breath, as Blake pulled her to him, crushing her body against his. He lowered his head to hers, capturing her lips with his own, kissing her gently, before quickly escalating it, as he forced her mouth wide with his tongue, showing her without words who was is in control. Succumbing to him immediately, she was now his to do whatever he wanted. "Did you do as I told you, are you wearing what I told you to wear, did you shave?" he asked. Emily blushed, and then nodded, before breaking away, and going to her desk. She took out the handcuffs, and walking back to him, handed them to him. "Do I really need these?" he asked. Emily shook her head, and Blake drooped them on the desk. Pulling her tightly against him, again, Blake lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before forcing it inside her mouth. She sighed, deeply, as his mouth plundered hers, his tongue swirling around hers. The world she knew, at that moment ceased to exist, as she gave herself to him. His hand caressed her soft nipple, hardening instantly beneath his finger tips. Emily moaned against his lips, and she swayed slightly as his arms gathered her possessively towards him. He thrust his hand up her skirt, slipping his finger into the gusset of her thong. Blake parted the lips of her cunt, slipping his finger between the soft folds and felt the wetness seeping out of her. "Ohhh, my babe's horny for me, isn't she," he said. Emily groaned. "Has my babe been a good Girl," he whispered, have you cum this week?" "No, I haven't," she replied honestly. He turned her round, and as he began to unbutton her blouse, he said, "But you have played with yourself, haven't you?" "Yes," Emily mumbled. "Every night?" he questioned, knowing the probable answer. "Yes," she gasped, he could read her like a book. "Thinking about me, and what I'm going to do to you?" he asked, as he released the catch on her bra. Emily swallowed hard, as he began fondling her breasts, "Yeah," she moaned. "What am I going to do, what do you want me to do?" he asked. "I don't know, everything, what ever you want to do?" she moaned, as he squeezed her nipples. "Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," she pleaded. Blake walked her over to her consultant's couch, and sat her down. "You didn't do this last week, lets see how well you suck cock," he challenged, as he unfastened his trousers. She looked up at him, Emily had only occasionally sucked her late husband's cock, just enough to get him hard, prior to intercourse, but she knew Blake would demand more. Emily was dizzy with sexual tension, as she sat waiting, he pulled his penis out, and began rubbing it across her mouth. He then said, "Open up," and then put it to her mouth. Emily licked the tip, tasting his pre cum, before she took his cock into her mouth. "Start sucking," he ordered," as Blake pulled her hair forcing her head to his groin. She gagged, and pulled off, coughing, and Blake commanded, "Suck me hard Bitch," Emily gasped, and moaned a faint protest, which was silenced by Blake's cock, as he shoved it deep into her mouth. Her whole body tingled, Emily had never been violated in such a way before. She'd only dreamed of such abuse, after hearing his stories, but what made it worse, was that she was secretly enjoying it, there was a thrill, a sensation she hadn't known before. Blake's cock was too large for her to suck comfortably, but she tried, she tried to please him, Emily let loose, and sucked him avidly, as best she could. Then she pulled out, and began to lick and suck the head of Blake's cock, tasting the salt of his pre cum, again. Pursing her lips, she kissed his cock, giving little sucks to just the tip of it. She licked the head with her tongue, as he pinched her nipples. She let out a moan. "Yes," murmured Blake, as he stood in front of her, looking down, watching Emily leaning forward, doing all the work. To Blake, Emily's tongue felt incredible, she was really getting into it, licking, and sucking it. He started throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was about to fill it with cum. Blake suddenly pulled out, a string of cum, coating her mouth, which she automatically swallowed. Blake nipped the base of his cock, until the climax subsided, his wanted to unload inside her pussy. He knelt between her legs, looked up, and whispered, "Are you sure you are comfortable with this?" Emily nodded, and so Blake moved her thighs wide. With her blouse slipped over her shoulders, her bra dangling down her sides, Blake renewed his assault on her breasts and nipples. As he continued the onslaught on her breasts, alternating with kisses and bites on her nipples, his hands began to hitch her skirt up around her waist. When her skirt was bunched up, around her waist, and out of the way, he glanced down, at the outline of her labia visible through her tight thong. His hand began to stroke the outside of her legs, and then moved to the flesh above her stocking tops. Up and down he massaged her legs, ignoring the one place she wanted him to put his hands. Her moaning, grew more frenzied, and her body began to move and shudder. Glancing up, he saw that her head was thrown back, and her eyes were shut tight. Blake allowed one finger to graze the outer edge of Emily's thong, caressing the bare skin of her outer labia. Her moans, and sighs, urged him on, and he let a finger slip under her thong, again feeling the wet heat of her sex. Blake wasted no time in slipping her thong over her hips, and down her legs. Circling his fingers around the outer edges of her labia, Blake slowly let them trial up and down her slit. He touched her clitoris and rubbed it lightly up and down then back and forth. Emily's body jerked, and arched against his hand as she made continuous groans. Blake inserted a finger into her vagina, and began to thrust it in and out. All Emily could do was emit grunting animal sounds. Gasping, Emily felt him insert another finger into her vagina. Blake finger fucked Emily for only a few moments, he was anxious to begin fucking her, but wanted to pleasure her fully. He lowered his face to her crotch, at first staring at her hairless pussy, before he began licking her. Blake lifted her legs to give him better access, and moved back down, and licked her. His tongue slid into her vagina, and swirled around. He would come up long enough to flick her clit, and then back into her hole, fucking her with his tongue. Emily was only able to hold off for a short time, and then she went into a massive orgasm. She was bucking so hard with her climax that he had to hold on tight, to be able to keep his tongue in her slit. It was an intense, long, orgasm that, to her, seemed to last for minutes. Emily's body was slick with sweat, as he pushed her legs wide open, and moved closer into her. Blake dropped his trousers, and took hold of his cock. He wiped it up and down her slit, as he had done the week before, completely saturating it with her juices, before he eagerly pushed hard, and fully into her. She moaned constantly, greedily taking his full length into her, over and over again. Blake could feel her body yielding to his cock, her body pushing up to him. He rammed his cock into her hard and fast, he hadn't fucked a woman for nearly six years, and he knew he was bruising Emily's cunt, but she had to be made to understand that she was his now, and he was fucking her for his freedom. He reached down and roughly rubbed and played with her clit. Each time he strummed it, Emily's cunt tightened around his thrusting cock. He continued to plunge his cock in and out of her, his thumb working her clit. Panting though her nose, he saw her face redden, as he urged, "Cum for me, now." "Cum for me," and immediately Emily let go. She orgasmed around his cock, just as he rammed his cock fully into her, spurting his sperm into her, flooding her. Six years of celibacy made him unleash copious amounts of cum into her, and every spurt, brought out a loud moan of orgasmic energy, from Emily's mouth. As his spurts, subsided, Emily flopped back, like a rag doll, still impaled on his cock. Blake pulled out of her, and rubbed his glistening cock on her stockings, wiping himself off on her. With the rage of desire satiated for the moment, he was able to concentrate on her again. He kissed her deeply, stopping her from gulping in air. She pushed his face away, breathing deeply. Blake looked at her and smiled. Holding her trembling body, he caressed her face and stroked her hair. His tongue licked her neck, moving his hands to her breasts, gently kneading them. She'd had had several orgasms, and was quite shattered by the entire episode. Blake leaned into her, and kissed her, passionately. She was totally spent, unable to move, her mind was trying to grasp the fact that a prisoner, a man she shouldn't have made love to, had just given her the most incredible sexual experience of her life. As she calmed down, Emily looked at him, and moaned, "Oh God, you made me feel so good , Blake." "I told you I would," he whispered into her ear. "You're so beautiful, I want to fuck you again, Blake whispered. Emily glance up at the clock, only forty minutes had passed, plenty of time to continue, she thought. She slid off the couch, and landed between his open legs. Emily took his flaccid, but sticky cock, in her hand, and began gently squeezing it. She rubbed her hand up and down, until she felt it begin to swell. Pulling his foreskin down, she licked the head, swirling her tongue around it. She soon had him hard again, and he was ready for more of this woman. Blake put his hands under her shoulders, and began to pull her up to him. Emily pulled off him, and moaned, "No, please, let me do it." He let go, and sat back, and Emily dropped back down, and took his cock back into her mouth. As she sucked him, he ran his fingers through her hair, and gently pulled her deeper onto him. In the past, during his many rapes of his victims, he would just face fuck them viciously. Somehow, Emily had gotten to him, not just because she held his future in her hands, and so he let her, suck on his cock at her own pace. Emily went lower, and began to lick his balls, as she looked up into his eyes, seeing the expression of pleasure on his face. Blake was watching her, as she licked the length of his cock, before back into her mouth. Emily decided there and then, that she would allow him to climax in her mouth, something she'd never done to her husband. She masturbated him, until he moaned, "Suck me," and returned immediately to the task at hand. His crimes, his strong sexual urges, had brought them together, but she felt no fear, only the desire to complete the job, have him cum, and swallow his outpourings. Emily wanted to feel, and taste, what it was like to have his cock cum in her mouth. She knew he wanted to cum in her mouth, and when he began thrusting upwards, Emily met his thrusts, bobbing her head up and down, trying to swallow him completely. She could feel his cock start to swell inside her throat, and with a final thrust, deep into her mouth, he let go, and his sperm gushed into her mouth. At first she gasped, before letting it glide down her throat. Blake grunted, as he spurt again and again, into her mouth. Emily couldn't swallow it all, and tiny rivulets of cum oozed from the corners of her mouth. She pulled her head off his cock, squeezed it with her hand, and licked off the dregs that came out. "That was fantastic, you're such a good cocksucker," he moaned. Emily licked the cum from the corners of her mouth, before wiping it, with the back of her hand. She looked at him, when he said, apologetically, "Are you ok, sorry I meant to pull out," "I've never let anyone finish in my mouth, like that before," she admitted, adding, "It was nice." As Emily sat back on the couch, Blake held her to him, and alternated from kissing her lips, to planting kisses on her breasts. She remember him saying, "When I cum, you'll want me to cum again," and she took hold of his cock. She wanted him to cum again, cum inside her, she looked at the clock, they had time. Emily began stroking him, and it only took a moment or two, and he was hard as a rock again. "Make love to me Blake, make love to me again," Emily purred. He got between her legs, again, and leaning forward he kissed her on the lips, exploring her mouth. Blake kissed his way down her neck, to her waiting, wanton sex, licking, and biting along the way. He paused at her breasts, taking them in his hands, sucking on her nipples, causing them to harden. As he moved from one nipple to the other, she squirmed on the couch. Blake slowly kissed his way down her body, he kissed all the way down to her mound, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. As he moved down he kissed her clit, just once, very quickly, trailing his tongue down across her open wet pussy. He used his fingers to pull her fleshy lips open, completely exposing her to his gaze. Leaning forward he pushed his tongue deep inside her, in and out, up and down, he moved his tongue, tasting her, making her writhe and moan. When he felt she was ready he moved back to her clit, and sucked it slowly into his mouth. Blake pushed two fingers into her, and began to finger fuck her, as he sucked on her hard clit. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before she orgasmed on his mouth once more. Faster and faster he plunged his fingers in and out, his tongue grinding into her clit. Her hips began to rise, and then her pussy began to quiver around his fingers, as another powerful orgasm crashed over her. She bit the back of her hand, in an effort to drown her moans, knowing the high pitched screams could alert the guard. As her orgasm subsided he kissed her pussy gently, then moved up her body to her lips, again letting her taste herself on his lips. She returned his kiss eagerly, licking her juices from his lips. Blake positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and gently slid the head into her. "Say my name again," he urged. "Blake," she whispered, her body tensed up expecting him to drive into her. He was inside her, but not moving, and Emily spread her legs wide for him, moaning, "Fuck me, please, fuck me." He pushed into her, in one hard thrust , and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into her. He pushed forward, bringing his cock against her clit, thrusting harder and faster, driving himself into her. He lifted her legs over his arms, and then grabbed her waist, thrusting fiercely into her, fucking her like he'd fucked his other victims, hard, fast, and viciously. Emily was soon experiencing another orgasm, with the power of his thrusts. Her pussy gripped his cock, and she clung onto him. She placed her head, into his neck, to stifle her moans of pleasure. The Psychologist and the Prisoner He rode her throughout her orgasm, holding her tight as her shaking subsided. Pulling out of her, he took her by the hips, and rolled her over. He forced her to kneel, and moved between her legs. As he entered her again, Emily pleaded, "No more, please no more." Blake ignored her, and thrust repeatedly into her, like a wild animal, using her for his own pleasure. He held his hand over her mouth, preventing her from breathing properly, as he climaxed, and pumped more sperm into her. Emily orgasmed again, when she felt his warmness flood her. The combination of sensations overwhelmed her, and she passed out, for a brief moment. He pulled out, and whispered, "Thank you for making today so very special." Blake kissed her cheek, got up, and went to Emily's bathroom. He freshened himself up, making himself presentable to leave her office. When he walked out of the bathroom, Emily walked in, in silence, just smiling at him, in an embarrassing way. She took a washcloth and cleaned herself up, wiping her cum filled pussy with a tissue. She stepped into her thong, pulling it up into place, and then adjusted her stockings. Blake walked in, just as she was lowing her skirt, and she turned to face him. "We have fifteen minutes, fix your hair and do your make up," he whispered. "Just do your hair and face up, so that he doesn't suspect anything," nodding his head backward, indicating the guard. With that, he turned from her, and strode from the bathroom. Minutes later, Emily appeared back into her office, and saw Blake sat in the chair. "Come here," he ordered, and Emily walked over to him. When she reached him, Blake pulled her, and moved her legs open, and said, "Sit on me." Emily dutifully squatted over his lap, and Blake held her around the waist. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked her, and Emily nodded. "If my parole is granted we can do this every day," he challenged. "No one will ever make you feel like this, we should be together always," he said. Blake Anderson was a very patient, and determined man, five years in prison had taught him that. He wanted his freedom, patiently waiting for the day he would be back on the streets again, among all the pussy he'd missed. When he first saw Emily, and found out she was without a man, he wanted her, and when he was free, he could completely take her over, turn her into his own personal whore. Emily saw him deep in thought, and made to get off him. Blake pulled her back down, and she whispered, "You have to go soon." "I know," he said, as he reached down, and began unfastening his trousers. "No, no more," she begged, as he pulled her thong to one side, uncovering her slit. He pulled her to him, as he rubbed his cock against her slick, wet slit, before rubbing it over her clit. Instinctively she winced, as he slid into her, and pulled her down onto it. "Fuck me," he ordered, "For the last time, fuck me." Emily rode him up and down, as Blake unfastened her blouse , and bra, which she'd fastened in the bathroom. Blake squeezed her breasts, and then suckled on a nipple. "You love this don't you, you love my cock in you?" he urged. Emily did not reply, she just continued to ride his cock. Emily fucked him like this for a few minutes, and after having sex twice, it was hard for Blake to cum. Emily was starting climax, and she wailed, "Fuck me, fuck me Blake." She adjusted herself on his lap, widening her legs. He thrust up, slamming his cock into her and she placed her cheek against his, moaning loudly, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me." She moaned over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me," Her words were sexual, animal, not from a psychologist, but from a woman, a sexy woman, in the throes of an orgasm. Blake started thrusting up, while he jerked her up and down. Emily had no control at all, and she climaxed. Her orgasm was so strong, though they has only been fucking a very short amount of time. During her orgasm, she felt him spurt again, and her body shook, She kissed his face, and then his lips, before she held his head tight, panting into his ear, until her breathing returned to normal. Stepping back on shaky legs, Emily went and sat on another chair. She watched him stand up, and fasten his trousers. "I have to go now," he said, as he looked at the clock. Emily nodded, and made to stand up, but Blake pushed her down. "Stay there, I'll let myself out," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek. He walked to the door, and let himself out, never turning for a last look at her. Emily watched him, watched him walk out of her life, for ever, unless she recommended his release, and they got back together, when he was free. When Blake Anderson got back to the outer office, he found the guard asleep in a chair, and gently shook his shoulder. The guard bolted upright, murmuring, "What, what, oh." He stood up and asked, "Where's Mrs Hulse, is she alright?" as he cuffed Blake to his wrist. "Yeah, I let myself out," Blake replied. "Better check," he said, pulling Anderson with him, as he walked to the door. The guard knocked on the door, and opened it slightly, he shouted, "Are you alright, Mrs Hulse?" Hearing no reply, he opened the door wide, looked around the office, and saw she wasn't there. "Mrs Hulse," he shouted. "Yes?" Emily shouted, from the other office. "Are you alright?" the guard shouted, I have Anderson here." "Yes, yes, I've finished with him, take him back please," she shouted. The guard closed the door, satisfied that all was well. Emily stayed in her office till late that night, typing up the report she would send to the parole board. On her way home, she stopped at the chemist's and purchased a morning after pill. * Chapter Two : She doesn't recommend his release, and so Blake is not released early. (So no chapter two) Or : She recommends his release, he is freed, and he breaks into her home and viciously rapes, and brutalises her, over a weekend. Or : She recommends his release, and they form a relationship, and become lovers I'm not sure where to go, feedback please!