Incarcerated
I didn't really belong in a prison; my crime was stupid and low-grade, and the judge just wanted to make an example and to avenge some past slight by my lawyer. Who was I to know that my attorney had pissed off the judge?
So off I went, and the mechanics of the first day went by without incident, and nothing more frightening than a lot of hard looks by men obviously much tougher than me. The prison was not a particularly high-security place, nor was it a country club; it was just a prison. Walls, wire, and felons.
Predictably, my cellmate was larger than me, a tall muscular black man who had done some kind of violent crime. He asked me why I was there, and laughed at the answer, snorting, "They's tough shit there, meat." I cringed at what he called me.
I knew about what to expect in prison; I'm not a big guy, I'm not a violent criminal or a violent person, and I'm not in particularly good shape. And I'm a cocksucker, in bathrooms, adult bookstores, gay bars, and other places where men want anonymous blowjobs.
I started that when I was 19; there was a glory hole in a bathroom stall at the college library. I peered through it curiously one day to see an older man vigorously stroking his erect cock. He saw me looking and growled, "Come on in, boy." I got up, moved to his stall, and sat down; he rubbed the cockhead over my lips, and I accepted it. He came quickly, fucking my mouth and telling me I was a sissy cocksucker. I swallowed his semen and cried, knowing it was true. I ended up sucking his cock about twice a week, in the same stall, for months. I never knew his name.
By now, though I had sucked dozens of cocks since that time in the bathroom, I had still never given up my ass. It frightened me to know that I might have to do that in prison. I was hoping that giving blow jobs would keep me out of trouble.
At 11 PM, the lights went out and our cells were locked. When the lights went out, I went to get into my top bunk, but my companion had another idea. "Not so fast, meat. Sit down on my bunk." I sat and waited.
There was enough light for me to watch as he stripped to his briefs. The bulge in them looked like it held a very large cock. He walked over to me, standing very close. I leaned over and kissed the front of his briefs, not seeing any point in putting up a struggle. He smiled wickedly and said, "That's right, meat. You go ahead and get started."
I breathed heavily, blowing warm air onto his cotton-covered cock. It grew noticeably; I pressed my lips against his briefs again, feeling it grow more erect. I ran my fingers over it, and it surged again, growing almost fully hard. He sighed a bit, and I peeled down the briefs, letting the cock spring free. I kissed the head softly.
He put one head behind my head and pushed forward; I parted my lips and began to suck. "That's right, girl," he said, "I been saving up for you." He started to fuck my mouth, the cock hot and fleshy and rigid. I liked his cock; it was cut, with a beautiful head, and not too thick, and about nine inches long when it was fully engorged.
I sucked, bobbing my head, but unable to take all of his cock; I can only take about six inches or so. He thrust hard, pushing down on my head, gagging me; he growled, "Take it, bitch." I kept gagging, trying to suppress it and breathe through my nose. He held firm, saying, "You're gonna learn to take it, girl. You're gonna have to suck bigger cocks than mine in here." I whimpered and kept sucking, trying to take it and failing.
He relaxed his grip a little, saying, "It's okay. You'll get practice." I gratefully sucked, moving my head faster, holding the base of his cock in the fingers of one hand, tickling his balls with the fingers of the other. His cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth, and he moaned, exploding, spewing semen onto my greedy tongue. There were three big blasts of his hot cum, and I swallowed and kept sucking, wanting to please him. I gobbled all of the cum as it spurted from his prick, then looked up at him.
"Yeah, that was good, girl," he said, "but you're gonna have to learn to take it all. Now git out of those panties." I blinked. He slapped his cock against my face. "I said take off yo' fucking panties, bitch. You ain't no man, the way you sucked my cock. You just a piece of pussy now, y'hear me? I'm gonna fuck your pussy and then sell it to whoever wants to buy. And don't even think about putting up no fight, cause you ain't got it in you, bitch, and I'll just beat yo ass and fuck you anyway."
Whimpering and crying, I pulled off my briefs and decided I was a girl. Without being told, I turned around and got onto my knees on the bunk, my head down, my ass high. He laughed and said, "That's right. I knew you was a girl." He pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my virgin hole; I cried, humiliated, as his saliva ran over it, knowing it was all the lube I'd ever get around here.
The cockhead pressed against my tight hole; it felt monstrous. He popped it in and I gasped in pain, almost crying out. "Don't yell, now, bitch, or I'll have to shut you up, y'hear?" I nodded and tried to relax, knowing that might make it easier. But my anal sphincter was clenched around his cockhead. He pushed and I began to take my first fucking. He entered me slowly at first, and I winced and moaned at the discomfort. "Good girl," he murmured as his cock slid in.
Then it changed; he thrust, hard, stabbing his cock into my virgin fuckhole. I screamed, and he quickly grabbed his pillow and held it over my head, holding his cock deep inside me for a moment, then beginning to drill me rhythmically. I cried and screamed under the pillow as he ****d me, one of his large hands on my hip, the other holding down the pillow over my head.
As I got used to the cock in my ass, my screams subsided and I was merely whimpering and crying. He released the pillow and threw it aside, holding both my hips and driving his cock into me. The pain was diminishing and I realized that I was beginning to feel pleasure as his cock glided over my prostate. My own cock hardened quickly. He whispered in my ear as he fucked me, "That's it, good girl, it's okay now, you takin' my cock, you a fine bitch, you got a tight pussy." I began to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles, happy that I was pleasing this man as he violated me.
He fucked me for what seemed a long time, murmuring endearments and insults as he pumped into me over and over, praising my firm pussy and reminding me that I was now a piece of fuckmeat. My pleasure grew, and he noticed. He reached under and cupped my cock, much smaller than his, in his hand; I came instantly. He raised his hand to my lips and told me to lick it clean; I did, lapping my cum from his fingers as he continued to fuck me.
"You're gonna get this every night, bitch," he murmured, and then I felt him convulse in my ass and flood me with cum, marking my asspussy as his.
So off I went, and the mechanics of the first day went by without incident, and nothing more frightening than a lot of hard looks by men obviously much tougher than me. The prison was not a particularly high-security place, nor was it a country club; it was just a prison. Walls, wire, and felons.
Predictably, my cellmate was larger than me, a tall muscular black man who had done some kind of violent crime. He asked me why I was there, and laughed at the answer, snorting, "They's tough shit there, meat." I cringed at what he called me.
I knew about what to expect in prison; I'm not a big guy, I'm not a violent criminal or a violent person, and I'm not in particularly good shape. And I'm a cocksucker, in bathrooms, adult bookstores, gay bars, and other places where men want anonymous blowjobs.
I started that when I was 19; there was a glory hole in a bathroom stall at the college library. I peered through it curiously one day to see an older man vigorously stroking his erect cock. He saw me looking and growled, "Come on in, boy." I got up, moved to his stall, and sat down; he rubbed the cockhead over my lips, and I accepted it. He came quickly, fucking my mouth and telling me I was a sissy cocksucker. I swallowed his semen and cried, knowing it was true. I ended up sucking his cock about twice a week, in the same stall, for months. I never knew his name.
By now, though I had sucked dozens of cocks since that time in the bathroom, I had still never given up my ass. It frightened me to know that I might have to do that in prison. I was hoping that giving blow jobs would keep me out of trouble.
At 11 PM, the lights went out and our cells were locked. When the lights went out, I went to get into my top bunk, but my companion had another idea. "Not so fast, meat. Sit down on my bunk." I sat and waited.
There was enough light for me to watch as he stripped to his briefs. The bulge in them looked like it held a very large cock. He walked over to me, standing very close. I leaned over and kissed the front of his briefs, not seeing any point in putting up a struggle. He smiled wickedly and said, "That's right, meat. You go ahead and get started."
I breathed heavily, blowing warm air onto his cotton-covered cock. It grew noticeably; I pressed my lips against his briefs again, feeling it grow more erect. I ran my fingers over it, and it surged again, growing almost fully hard. He sighed a bit, and I peeled down the briefs, letting the cock spring free. I kissed the head softly.
He put one head behind my head and pushed forward; I parted my lips and began to suck. "That's right, girl," he said, "I been saving up for you." He started to fuck my mouth, the cock hot and fleshy and rigid. I liked his cock; it was cut, with a beautiful head, and not too thick, and about nine inches long when it was fully engorged.
I sucked, bobbing my head, but unable to take all of his cock; I can only take about six inches or so. He thrust hard, pushing down on my head, gagging me; he growled, "Take it, bitch." I kept gagging, trying to suppress it and breathe through my nose. He held firm, saying, "You're gonna learn to take it, girl. You're gonna have to suck bigger cocks than mine in here." I whimpered and kept sucking, trying to take it and failing.
He relaxed his grip a little, saying, "It's okay. You'll get practice." I gratefully sucked, moving my head faster, holding the base of his cock in the fingers of one hand, tickling his balls with the fingers of the other. His cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth, and he moaned, exploding, spewing semen onto my greedy tongue. There were three big blasts of his hot cum, and I swallowed and kept sucking, wanting to please him. I gobbled all of the cum as it spurted from his prick, then looked up at him.
"Yeah, that was good, girl," he said, "but you're gonna have to learn to take it all. Now git out of those panties." I blinked. He slapped his cock against my face. "I said take off yo' fucking panties, bitch. You ain't no man, the way you sucked my cock. You just a piece of pussy now, y'hear me? I'm gonna fuck your pussy and then sell it to whoever wants to buy. And don't even think about putting up no fight, cause you ain't got it in you, bitch, and I'll just beat yo ass and fuck you anyway."
Whimpering and crying, I pulled off my briefs and decided I was a girl. Without being told, I turned around and got onto my knees on the bunk, my head down, my ass high. He laughed and said, "That's right. I knew you was a girl." He pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my virgin hole; I cried, humiliated, as his saliva ran over it, knowing it was all the lube I'd ever get around here.
The cockhead pressed against my tight hole; it felt monstrous. He popped it in and I gasped in pain, almost crying out. "Don't yell, now, bitch, or I'll have to shut you up, y'hear?" I nodded and tried to relax, knowing that might make it easier. But my anal sphincter was clenched around his cockhead. He pushed and I began to take my first fucking. He entered me slowly at first, and I winced and moaned at the discomfort. "Good girl," he murmured as his cock slid in.
Then it changed; he thrust, hard, stabbing his cock into my virgin fuckhole. I screamed, and he quickly grabbed his pillow and held it over my head, holding his cock deep inside me for a moment, then beginning to drill me rhythmically. I cried and screamed under the pillow as he ****d me, one of his large hands on my hip, the other holding down the pillow over my head.
As I got used to the cock in my ass, my screams subsided and I was merely whimpering and crying. He released the pillow and threw it aside, holding both my hips and driving his cock into me. The pain was diminishing and I realized that I was beginning to feel pleasure as his cock glided over my prostate. My own cock hardened quickly. He whispered in my ear as he fucked me, "That's it, good girl, it's okay now, you takin' my cock, you a fine bitch, you got a tight pussy." I began to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles, happy that I was pleasing this man as he violated me.
He fucked me for what seemed a long time, murmuring endearments and insults as he pumped into me over and over, praising my firm pussy and reminding me that I was now a piece of fuckmeat. My pleasure grew, and he noticed. He reached under and cupped my cock, much smaller than his, in his hand; I came instantly. He raised his hand to my lips and told me to lick it clean; I did, lapping my cum from his fingers as he continued to fuck me.
"You're gonna get this every night, bitch," he murmured, and then I felt him convulse in my ass and flood me with cum, marking my asspussy as his.
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