Chapter 6
Duia was to meet the warden. Every prisoner, after they had been in the prison for a few weeks, was drawn up to the man's office where they'd have a little chit chat.
She was sweating as the guard led her to the administration office. She had asked Ringo what to expect but he clammed up. Then he shrugged his shoulders, "He just wants to find out if you're settled in yet."
Duia was sent into his office. She stood alone, looking over the room. It was neat and austere, with a picture of the warden's family on his desk. A name plaque read, "George Peiton-Warden."
The door opened and the warden walked in with a satchel of papers beneath his hand. He had a stern, business like expression on his face. He was about fifty, his hair beginning to gray. He was well built, as if he'd been a beat cop in his younger days.
"Have a seat," he said briskly.
Duia sat opposite, his desk as Warden Peiton sat in his big chair, unfolding the papers in front of him.
"Hmmmm, let me see here . . . " He thumbed through the papers. "So you're Duia Graham, huh . . . Dope dealing . . . " He looked up at her. "You like that dope huh? It really turns you on?"
Duia was wary of his tone of voice. He was sarcastic and biting as if the last person he wanted to see was a chick on dope.
She didn't answer him.
"Well," he continued, "how do you like your prison here? Are you involved with classes or crafts?"
Duia spoke softly. She told him that she had adjusted fairly well and complimented him on the conditions of his prison.
He wasn't impressed. In fact, he grunted a bit. "Well, you don't have any say in that."
Duia hated the asshole. She shot little knives at the man, killing him in her mind.
Suddenly, he threw the papers on the table. His countenance changed. He got a bit softer.
"Look . . . Duia.. . Look, we don't want any fucking trouble. That's all we ask. No trouble and your stay in prison can be one of the more valuable and interesting experiences of your life . . . But you start getting in fights or start demanding rights and wham! down the administration will come down on your pretty ass." He smiled a bit when he finished.
Duia sat quietly on the chair, ready to get up and leave the old man.
He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his neck.
"You're better looking than most of the scabs that come through here."
Duia was fidgeting, rolling her hands together.
"Yeah, it's too bad that body of yours has been taken out of service for awhile . . . Seems a shame." He squinted, looking at the little mounds that rose from her uniform.
"You sound horny warden. Don't you get any at home?" Duia was trying to jab a needle in him but Peiton merely laughed.
"Aw shit, you know men . . . we see a pretty face and soon enough we're lusting after her."
"Are you trying to come on with me? Is that it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "All I know is that if the women co-operate with the warden their stay in usually more pleasant."
Duia thought this over. It certainly made sense. She moved her foot under the table, touching his to tell him that she was interested in his discreet proposal.
His hair bristled when she rubbed her foot against his leg. Then his face broadened with a smile.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "You're catching on."
Duia began unbuttoning the uniform; she unbuttoned the first four buttons, then folded the uniform back to expose her firm tits.
"You like looking at them?"
The warden flushed. His eyes popped a bit as he gazed at the round, gleaming globes of delight. He gripped the table till his knuckles grew white.
"Yeah, I like those tits. They look tasty. Can I have a bite?"
Duia laughed inside at the warden's boyish reticence.
"Sure big boy, come over here and suck on 'em."
Warden Peiton lifted himself from his chair and locked the door. Then he snuck up behind Duia and wrapped his hands over her tits.
"Oh God, just feeling the spongy flesh puts my pecker right up there!"
Duia sat back in the chair and let the man massage her boobs. Pleasure was rubbed into her, making her flesh hot with desire.
He squeezed her tits for a minute, making her squirm on her ass. She finally couldn't restrain herself.
"Let's get to it warden! Fuck me! Fuck me with all your manhood!"
Peiton let go of her tits and stood to the side. She heard him zipper down.
"It's out honey. It's out and trembling in anticipation."
Duia turned in her chair and looked at his cock which was sticking straight out, its head smiling at her with leering desire.
She slid off the chair and put her moist lips to the head, flicking her tongue out at the same time and wetting the slit opening of the old pecker.
"OOOOO lady, that's some sweet tongue you've got." The warden's legs began wobbling as his dick felt the warm bath of the woman's slinking tongue roll along the head. Her hand began stroking the thick shaft with slow, easy motion.
"Shit, you're going to make me come too quickly!" he groaned.
She pulled away from the pecker and stood up. "Tastes to me like you've come quite a lot in your lifetime."
"Shut up and let's get to it!"
The prisoner struggled with her uniform as the warden pulled his pants off. When Duia stood in her naked splendor, Peiton checked her out. Her big clump of black cunt hair struck out like a burnt bush. He could almost smell the flow of pussy juice collect inside, like a well that he'd soon plunge. Her two tits dangled in front of him like golden apples, ready to be bitten into. Her belly was a flat surface of gleaming flesh.
Duia got on the floor on all fours and yapped at the old man, "Come down here and fuck me from the rear like a dog!"
The warden got down behind her, his protruding pecker brushing against her gleaming, firm ass. Her legs were spread a bit and between her thighs, under her ass, hung the pouting lips of her pussy. His prick traveled down the crack of her ass until it was in position; then grabbed her hips and shoved forward. He felt the prickhead plow through the mass of hair and flesh till it hit water, bubbling hot water.
"UUUUUUU," Duia sighed. "Drive that thing.
Drive it to the hilt!"
Peiton got a firm hold on her hips, then flew forward, plunging his prick through the hot fire that was her pussy.
"OOOOAhhhhh," she blurt. She kicked her hips into high gear, driving them back and forth, making the pecker dig deeper and deeper into the boiling pussy.
Her cunt was not as tight as it once had been but the flesh made it feel as though Peiton were fucking between two creamy palms. His hips were running wildly, plunging and circling like an engine.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" Duia panted.
Every time Peiton plunged forward a gush of come poured down on his pecker, giving it the lubrication it needed. His balls jangled up and down like ornaments, bouncing against the underside of the woman's ass.
A big cloud of cunt smell enveloped him, making him drive harder and faster.
"AhoooAhooooAhooAhooo!" The prisoner panted. Her tits swung in the air freely. The red tips of her nipples stuck out hard like diamonds. Each thrust from Peiton drove streaking lust arrows up her spine. Her total being was enveloped with desire.
"You're really working that pelvis of yours!" He blurt.
In fact, Duia's whole lower torso was revolving like a washing machine. He was jabbing straight in as deep as he could while she pumped in circles, stirring and frothing the spewing come in her twat.
His hands crept up the sides of her voluptuous body until they were securely around the baubles of delight. He squeezed them like they were made of dough, the tender flesh slushing through his fingers. He delicately tweaked her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through the prisoner.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I love to have my tits played with."
Peiton's body was wracked with passionate desire. His blood was rushing torrential fevers of lust. Every time his pecker plowed through the slosh and flesh of her pussy an electrical charge of erotic delight would race up his spine.
His cock became a blur of ceaseless action, blowing through the hot, frothing pit that was Duia's twat.
"Oh God! You're going to burst me! You're going to rip the sides right off!"
Her moans drove Peiton faster till his hips began aching. He slumped his body forward lodging his pecker deep within her cunt, moving slowly back and forth.
But Duia needed more. She needed the passionate action of the flaying pecker stirring up her love flow. She rammed her hips like a belly dancer, while at the same time, rocking furiously on her knees. The two hands cupped around her tits, prodding her on and on.
Peiton let his pecker have a free ride; the thick meat juggled and sloshed in the pussy like a log in water. Duia's furious pumping created a hurricane within her pussy, knocking the prick from side to side, up and down. All points in her twat were touched by the meaty branding iron. When it touched her clit she let out a yelp, followed by a long, drawn out groan. Her body shuddered under the passionate pressure of the ferocious fucking.
Peiton got his strength back and joined her awesome display of power. He stepped on the accelerator and plowed full steam into the gushing pussy. Their two bodies moved so quickly that a loud 'shooooop' noise rose in the air.
"Get it on! Fuck me till I'm a dried out cunt," she squealed. Lust tremors boomed through her like thunder. Her body was a slippery hunk of flesh, vibrating to every power thrust from the huge prick. His hands grappled onto the fleshy mounds that were her tits and squeezed.
"OOOOOO," she groaned sensuously. Thunderclaps of erotic bliss blew through her being, making her twist and gyrate with all her might. Her head reared back like a proud horse and she let out a passionate moan.
"I'm going to fuck your pussy till it explodes!" Peiton yelped. He rammed and jammed like crazy, shoving the prick to the deepest recesses of the woman's twat. A steady stream of her boiling come cascaded on his pecker giving it a feeling of utter heat.
Duia's pussy lips were flapping like swinging doors, massaging the prick as it drove to the hilt. Their bodies were welded together with fleshy solder, the sex action resembling two machines flaying at each other with reckless abandon.
Duia's orgasm crept up on her like a stealthy animal, then pounced, making her body rock like an earthquake.
"Oh God! Oh shit ahhhhhhh!" A waterfall of come emptied down onto the plunging pecker, soaking it in its goodness. Peiton grabbed her hips and shot straight back and forth like a pile driver.
"Hold on honey! You're going for a ride!"
"Fuck! Take me to heaven! Take me to sexual paradise!"
The full power of her orgasm spread through her, making her bones throb with passionate lust. Bombing, zooming pulses of erotic nerves bludgeoned her body into submission. Submission to the power cock that creased her pussy like a hot knife through butter.
Peiton could feel his dong snake around in her dark pit, investigating all the spaces of her cunt. Thrilling jabs of delight coursed through him and caused bells to sound in his ears.
He could feel the gathering seed prepare its pumping journey into its new home that was her cunt. The band around his groin tightened and tightened, clutching his wad, waiting for the right moment. He reared back, stopping to play at her pussy lips, then thrust forward with all his might, sending his pecker to the far distance of her boiling pussy.
"Ahhhhggggg," he groaned ecstatically, as the come band broke and the wad gushed through his prick, spraying the pussy with hot seed.
"Mmmmmm," Duia sighed lusciously. She rhythmically manipulated her hips, sloshing the two comes together, fuming a steaming stew.
Peiton kept ramming forward. Even after he lost his load his prick remained potent. It was an exploding stick of dynamite.
"Oh fuck!" Duia yelled. Her orgasm was prancing through her like wild horses. She reared and bucked, getting the withering prick in as far as possible.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
The prick slithered out between the hot, drooling lips and fell limply between his legs.
They were both silent for a moment. The Duia said quietly, "For an old man warden, you're a pretty good lover."
He grumped and harrumphed, like an old soldier told that he could still shoot straight.
"That's nothing woman . . . See, here, look at my pecker."
Duia watched as Peiton rubbed his come soaked pecker. Within a moment it was hard again. Duia was amazed at his virility.
"That's a good trick warden. If you can get hard within a minute after coming you're a better man than most of these fools I've been going with."
Peiton didn't answer her compliment. Instead, he grabbed her thigh and spread it, cracking open the drooling, come filled pussy.
"Wait till I show you what I can do with my mouth!" He scrambled between her legs and stuck his mouth in the full of her muff.
Peiton drew his hands beneath the tight flesh of the woman's ass and lifted up, making his tongue dive deep into the drenching pussy. The tantalizing feeling caused Duia to jut up and down with her hips, trying to get the mouth firmly down.
A waterfall of womanly come sprayed down on the man's tongue and into his mouth. It turned him on to feel the oily, gushing liquid fill his mouth with sweet ambrosia. His tongue flickered all around the twat, making the flesh quiver and jump.
"OOO Ahhhh," Duia moaned. Powerful thrusts of burning Eros shot up her spine and deposited their luxuriant warmth in her head.
Peiton's hand slipped to her ass crack and he ran his fingers down it, making her ass jump in delight.
"UUUUAHHHHH DO IT TO IT!" She blurt with panting voice. It excited her beyond words to see his head buried between her thighs. Her hands came up and around his head locking it. The extra bit of pressure on her pussy made her twist and writhe passionately.
"OhOhOhOhOhOh!" She panted. She could feel the tongue snake through the tropical zones of her pussy. Suddenly, the fleshy tip rocked against her clit, sending waves of vibrating pleasure through her body.
"EEEEEEE!" Duia cried out.
Peiton's finger slipped down her ass to her freshly reamed asshole. It was slick and slippery with sweat and he had no problem working it in, jamming the finger to the knuckle and twisting it like a screwdriver.
"OOOOOO Fuck!" Duia cried. Her pelvis and hips rocked back and forth like a dingy in a hurricane. It was as if she had a motor in her pit and the governor had been removed.
Peiton's tongue plunged through the mush of flesh, hair and drooling come, flicking it all around the cunt. Her hands pulled tightly against the groveling head, while her hips and pelvis gyrated like crazy, forcing all the sticky substance in his mouth.
"Gggmmgmgm," he murmured, through a mouthful. He had to breathe through her nostrils, vaporizing his nose with the precious fumes of the dripping twat.
His finger continued its probing of the tight, sweating asshole. The bristling flesh quivered to the touch, sending pulsing rays of bliss up the prisoner.
"Ahhhhhh," she groaned. The spiralling lasers of pleasure beat through her veins, making her hot and feverish with lust. She wrapped her legs around the man's back and squeezed as tight as she could. There was nothing she enjoyed more than to have her pussy licked and sucked out.
Her whole body got into it, writhing and twisting with all her might. Tongue flicks of sensuous bliss coursed her blood, making it boil thin with erotic delight. "OOOO Fuck," she moaned, drawing her voice out to the limit; filling the air with her ecstatic feelings.
"Keep reaming my asshole out!" She groaned, in the throes of a blunderbuss of erotic shuddering that turned her flesh to hot, sexual jell.
Peiton fired away on the little button, screwing it way into her ass pit. His tongue was a veritable pile driver, slamming into the mushy confines of Duia's pussy. Her fleshy, pink lips slapped back and forth against the sides of Peiton's mouth, prodding him further and further.
His tongue searched all around for the clit; that mountain of electrical sex nerves that send women to sexual paradise. When his exploring tongue found it, he tweeked it with playful pokes.
"OOOO God . . . OOO Fuck!" Duia's body jut up and down on the tiled floor, jabbing the black, hairy pussy in the man's face, spurting out the thick come of her sex in his mouth. He gobbled as fast as he could but the slimy substance rolled out the corner of his mouth and dribbled down his cheek. His finger kept ramming the hot, raw asshole with reckless abandon.
"Feel my tits!" Duia yelled out in frantic exasperation.
Peiton's other hand crept up the flat surface of her belly and circled around the trembling mound of flesh that was her tits. He mashed the tit with the full strength of his palm, driving fiery lust arrows through Duia.
"AhhhhOOOUUU," she moaned, beside herself with desire and sexual fire.
Peiton's finger played with her hard nipples that stuck up from her tits like proud flags. One of her hands left his head and covered his hand, pressing and rubbing all the warmth into her tit.
Booming, crashing lightning strokes of lust seized Duia and drove her body to the limits of pleasure. Her being hmped up and down like a roller coaster, shaking wave after wave of burning delight through her. Peiton was as turned on as she was, as he felt the reactions of the sexually charged woman slam into his mouth.
"EEEEEEEOOOOOOO!" She screamed out. The thundercloud of her orgasm burst, crashing down its erotic pounding to her flesh. An atomic blast of sexual power blew through her being.
Peiton plowed full bone on the quivering twat, as flush after flush of womanly come sprayed down from the orgastic dome. His finger zapped in and out of the asshole like a piston, charging her ass with erotic bliss. Their two hands spread over one tit then the other; rhythmically driving lusty power through her and colliding with the gigantic orgasm that shot her being with ferocious strength.
Finally, Peiton lifted his head from her drooling crotch.
"This is too fucking much! I can't stand it!" He sat up, revealing his bone hard pecker that stabbed the air like a sword.
"I'm going to fuck you but good!"
Duia got a glimpse of the huge tool and shouted gleefully.
"O God, it's big! Plow it in . . . Fuck me till I'm dry!" Peiton leaned forward and his dick rammed through the gaping slit that was her cunt.
"Ahhhhooooooo!" She cried out. No sooner had her orgasm died down, then the lust tremors fired up again, like rockets and penetrated her being with utter desire.
Peiton stuck his pecker all the way through the gushing pit, twirling his dong like a baton in the frothing juices. The pecker slid to the furthest domains of Duia's twat, jacking tremulous sex fever through her.
"Ahhhuuuuuu," she squealed, her mouth pursed together in sensuous delight. Her hips jacked up and down like a pogo stick, making the slippery pecker weave all around her trembling pussy. ; Peiton powered to and fro with great force, slicing through the hot liquid of her cunt. Her tits moved from side to side with every thrust. He lowered his mouth on one, sucking all the sweating goodness into him. I "Ahhhgggg," Duia groaned throatily. The flaming I arrows of Eros soared up her spine and penetrated her brain.
Peiton's tongue covered her rosy nipple with the sticky cunt residue left from the pussy eating. He drenched the tit with warm saliva, filling Duia with outrageous, burning sex desire.
Her hands reached around him and pulled on his ass, pulling his thrusting dick further into her bubbling twat. The cock was working away like a piston; a wild piston, crazed with lust.
With every mighty heave, a spray of her come would bathe the pecker in its luscious juice. She frantically took her hand and slipped it down his ass. Her thin finger traveled down his hairy ass crack till she found his asshole. She probed and poked, trying to fit her finger into the tight hole. Slowly it dipped into the raw pit, making him jab and slice with his pecker like a pile driver.
Peiton's mouth left her tit and came up to her mouth. Their lips pressed together with abandon. The tongue slipped into each other's oral cavity and slithered all around. Duia pushed and pushed with all her might on her finger, slipping it into the tight hole of the warden's ass.
Her cunt burned with voracious desire. The big, thick pecker pounded the sides of the pussy with unremitting power. For diversion Peiton would pull the thick cock out to the very entrance of her pussy lips and teasingly rub the head up and down, making Duia heave up with her hips like a possessed woman. Then he would suddenly fire forward to the hilt, burying the pecker to the depths so that their two jungles enmeshed in each other like nets.
"Oh fucking shit!" Duia blurt, when their mouths parted. "Your pecker's driving me insane!"
Her words provoked Peiton to power faster and harder, till his dick was a veritable blur of action.
"EEEahhhhhhhh!" She panted. Sinewy pulsations of lust threaded through her and deposited their exploding tremors in her brain. Her hips wheeled up and down crazily, despite the hardness of the floor.
Peiton circled his pecker around the sloshing cunt like a washing machine agitator. The sides of Duia's pussy pulsed with desire every time the throbbing head knocked against them. She tilt the pussy at a steep angle and let the prick plummet to the utter depths of her cunt, making her groan like a wounded bear. The aching pecker pounded the thin skin dividing her pussy from her belly. He was ramming so hard it appeared as if that's what he was trying to do.
Duia's finger dug and spiraled down the man's tight asshole burying it to the knuckle.
"OO Fuck! Ahhhh!" Peiton groaned, as he felt the slender finger worm into his asspit. He continued firing away like a backhoe, twirling into the fertile ground of her cunt.
At the same time his hand came under her peachy ass and found the well worked hole. It was slippery from sweat and come and his finger slid easily in and out, making Duia's body thrust up like a body on a trampoline.
"Fuck! Shit all mighty!" She blurt. "Boil my asshole out with your finger!" Tendons of lusty erotic zaps blew up her spine and exploded her flesh with pleasurable bliss. Her voluptuous body shook and trembled under the force of the tremendous fucking. Her luxuriant black hair flamed in the combo of sweat and the blasting pecker.
Duia's mountain of pure sex nerves was vibrating and humming like a beehive. Every time the huge plunger fired forward it rolled over the clutching clit and vibrated Duia to passion paradise. "EEEEEE!" She squealed with a frantic, frenzied tone.
"Here comes a real ripping thrust," Peiton growled out. He backed his hips way back then shot forward with all his strength, slicing his dong through the pearly gates of Duia's cunt lips, deep in the pleasure palace that stewed with boiling juice.
"UUUUU!" Duia cried. She jabbed her finger as far as it could possibly go in the tight, raw asshole.
"Ummmmmmm," Peiton groaned. His hips spasmodically leaped all around, poking and thrusting like a crazed pole in the trembling twat.
Their two bodies latched onto each other, hinged by the throbbing prick and the sucking cunt. Despite the wild fucking there was a strange rhythm to the whole thing. They seemed to know instinctually when the one would plunge and the other would thrust. It made the hot bodies look like a continuous wave of boiling sex action.
Duia's burgeoning orgasm bloomed from her core, starting as a little germinating tremble.
"OOO God fuck!" She moaned ecstatically.
The threshold of her pleasure womb burst like a sun and streamed its warm eroticism into her being.
"Ahhhhh," she squealed, as the throbs of her orgastic bomb blew through her, spreading its luscious pleasure to every nerve ending.
When Peiton heard the wild, passionate utterings of her orgasm, it quickened his pulse. His growling wad gathered at the gates, wanting to be liberated into the steaming, orgastic pussy of Duia.
"Oh shit. . . fuck . . . Cocksuck!" Duia yelled, as the full blossom of her climax flowered in glory. Her flesh was a burning, excruciating alteration between total bliss and total pleasure.
"EEEE UUUU OOOO HHHHH!" She panted.
Her passionate voice made Peiton kick it into high gear, plowing his plunger to the very depths of the quivering quim. His come canal burst open and steaming seed in his wad spurt into the fleshy heat of her twat.
"Ahhhgggg," he groaned ecstatically.
His come lathered the cunt with its goo. He kept frantically thrusting and fucking, mashing the come into the walls of the mushy cunt.
"OOOOOO it's all slippery . . . my pussy feels all gushy," she squealed delightfully.
He twist and wrenched his pecker in the gooey hole, making sure all the come was out. His withered prick popped out like a cork from a bottle.
As he got up off the trembling prisoner, his prick hung down like a wingless bird. Come streamed off the flaccid skin.
"Here, let me clean that off," Duia said.
They shuffled together so that Duia could fit the head prick in her hungry mouth. She licked all the remaining seed off, relishing the taste of the salty goo.
"Oh momma," he sighed. "That tongue drives me crazy!"
Duia licked and sucked the hot pistol, till it was clean as a whistle. She brought the prick from her mouth and held it in her hand.
"There, good as new," she said proudly.
The warden was silent. Duia took her eyes off him and licked her lips, licking off the last remnants of the seed.
He disappeared from her sight.. . she didn't care for all she wanted to do was steam in the soothing warmth of the passing orgasm.
Suddenly she heard his voice. "Now, the fun is over."
She looked up to see him standing, his hands on hips, his face stern like some Gestapo agent.
The change in his expression-in his very body tension sent chills of fright up her.
"W . . . what are you talking about?"
He glared down at her. "We had our little fun. I've spent a couple of wads in you. You've gotten off. Now, it's my turn to have some fun . . . You see, I like my action rough."
Duia was on her knees, her ass against her heels. The black patch of mystery was slick and wet. She watched as Peiton wheeled behind his desk and opened the top drawer. Out came a looped up whip that sent slivers up and down her body.
He stood before her. "Stand!" His voice was harsh and brutal.
Duia couldn't move. She was frozen in the sitting position as if her will had broken. He raised the whip above his head and whacked her with a full blast. "OOOO God," she moaned.
The whip slashed her arms which were covered over her head. The wicked instrument cut a thin blade-like line across her hand, making her writhe under the pain.
"Yeah, you got off on fucking but you think it's all fun, all pleasure without pain." He raised his arm and cut the air with the ugly weapon. It whacked across her neck, making Duia fly backwards as if her spinal cord had been suddenly cut.
"OOO shit stop stop . . . I'll suck your dick . . . I'll suck your balls . . . just stop pleasssseeeeee!"
The brutal warden began laughing. "You've already sucked my dick . . . you've sucked my dick and I've fucked you so what you say, all your promises don't mean anything . . . I'm in control of the situation. So fuck yourself," he spat.
And he whipped several more times, stinging her its with the razor end of the ugly weapon.
"Oh God, nonononono," she moaned over and over.
Blood began to stream down her tits, down her tits to the black bush of her twat. He had slashed her five times in the front of her body.
The pain arced through her, running her tendons with molten lead. She squirmed on the floor but didn't dare move for fear that the wounds would split open-open to the stinging air.
Her arms were spread on either side of her as if she had been knocked out. Tears streamed down her face.
Warden Peiton circled around her, peering down at her as if she were a wounded deer. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, I'll fix that right quick."
He knelt down at her knees and held the butt end of the whip in the air. "This'll bring you out of your misery."
He stuck the end of the whip up her pussy and shoved it in as far as it would go.
Despite her pain, despite the agonizing pain that ravaged her body, the feeling of the whip up her cunt sent pulsing, electrical feeling of erotic bliss up her.
She groaned, half in pain, half in exotic delight.
Peiton wormed the butt end of the whip into her cunt, moving it slowly in and out as he watched her eyes.
She seemed as if she were in another world. The misting eyes floated in her sockets, her body was completely slack; as if she were asleep.
Peiton increased the motion. His arm was like a fiery blur, a blur that was trying to tear her pussy apart.
"Yeah, this whip can do wonders for you."
Although she seemed out of it, inside her-inside her body was a volcanic lava. The eruption of stinging pain and luscious pleasure coursed through her flesh, colliding and fighting like two Titans throwing the world between them.
She finally twist her body in response to the crazed warden. Radiating pulsations of lust swept up her and pumped her adrenalin full bore. She opened her mouth and emitted a high pitched whine as Peiton thrust the whip all the way through-all the way to the end of her cunt coral.
Her hips began gyrating up and down, pumping slowly at first. But as Peiton kept it going she picked up the tempo-overcoming the stinging pain that cut across her tits.
It was as if Peiton had gone insane. His eyes bulged, looking at the black pussy that was streaked with trickles of blood. He cocked his head to the side and watched the thick pink lips breathe in and out from the pressure of the whip handle. Little spews of pussy come flicked out. The whip reamer caused a vacuum of sorts, drawing out all the juices in her cunt.
At the same time Peiton lift himself a bit and bent over, clasping his mouth over one of her tits, gnashing his teeth, grinding them together, erupting another fountain of pain within her. He sucked the blood from the luscious mound before munching; clamping his jaws tight.
"Oh God, the pain, the pain!" she cried. Tears were streaming her cheeks.
Peiton's teeth dug through her flesh, sending excruciating pain through her. At the same time he fired the whip handle through her cunt, boiling it in lust and heat. The pussy muscles clutched at the whip handle, trying to draw it further and further into her puss pot.
But she couldn't fight off the mad warden who was latched onto her tit by the skin of his teeth, gouging and tearing into the flesh like a cannibal.
"Oh shit it feels good. Oh fuck the pain! Shit, fuck, O God it feels good, no it's painful shit!"
The alternating flashes of pain and pleasure collided in her being. Her flesh quivered and shook with tremulous force. She was inundated with sweat.
Peiton groveled at the tit, emitting low animal groans as he chewed through the flesh. She could feel the tips of his teeth break the skin and plunge into the spongy texture of the flesh.
"Oh stop warden, for god's sake, stop biting me!"
She tried shaking the head from her tit but all her efforts simply succeeded in digging the teeth further in.
She felt herself losing consciousness. The pain was excruciating.
Suddenly he let the tit go, letting it flop to the side. The fleshy bauble was ringed by his red teeth marks. He took the whip handle from her pussy and threw it aside.
"Now, look what you've done," he snapped, spit bubbling between his teeth.
Duia looked up and saw the warden pointing to his pecker that was erect in full manhood. It was throbbing with lust. Apparently the infliction of pain turned him on.
"Yeah, now you've got me all turned on and I'm going to have to do something about it."
He slid himself between her legs and guided his pecker into her cunt with his hand. She was so confused, she didn't know what was happening.
He drove his stake to the hilt and moved it all around, stirring up Duia's juices like a batter mix.
Her hips writhed, flying up in the air, catching every power drive in the full center of her luscious twat.
"Oh God, shit, oh Fuck!" she yelled in ecstatic confusion. The pain was overwhelming and she wanted to do anything to get rid of it. Her slim legs came behind Peiton and wrapped securely around him, forcing all his strength into her pussy fume.
Peiton's dick cut through the boiling juices like a hot knife through butter.
"EEEEAhhhhh!" Duia groaned.
Her juggling boobs slapped together like shutters in a storm. Their two bodies looked like well-oiled machines, grinding together in perfection. He lay flat on top of her, rubbing his chest against the points of her nipples. The whip cuts stung but she shook it off.
Her hands reached around his waist and pulled his ass tight to her. The two hands divided the crack on his butt and pulled hard, as if she was trying to tear him in two. Her feet laid flat on the bed with her knees bent, so she could power herself in the air and get his darting plunger deeper and deeper.
"Oh fuck. Oh Shit!" she yelled. Erotic rushes of pleasure nerves zoomed through her, turning her flesh into a quaking, fiery mass of gelatin bliss.
The blonde hairs of her pussy were matted down with sweat-sweat that forced out by the crazy, driving action of her hips and pelvis.
The bloated cockhead plowed along the top of her juicy pussy, drawing a line through the rippling muscles, as if it flew through the celestial dome of pleasure. The warden was in full motion, his hips thrusting up and down like a piston. Her strong pussy muscles massaged the dobber with delightful strokes. A cloudburst of erotic frenzy bombarded her flesh. Every pore in her body was on fire with lust.
"I could fuck you forever!" she panted.
The monstrous cock drove deep into the fleshy cauldron and whipped around like a cement mixer.
"Oh cocksuck! Fuck me till I'm as dry as a desert!"
His hips, prodded by the hand on his ass, were slicing the air with huge rippy thrusts. He'd pull back till his cock was just on the other side of her dripping lips, then plunge forward with all his strength he could muster, sending shivers of pulsating desire through her body. Her breath came in short staccato movements, like panting whispers, then when he let loose with a power drive, she'd groan out, "Ahhhhhhh!" The lusty tone filled the room with uncompromising lust.
Peiton's hands started working her tits like a baker kneading dough. Duia felt the spongy flesh squeeze through his fingers, sending a pounding desire through her. The pain that had been inflicted by the whip was subsumed by the utter pleasure driving through her flesh.
"Oh shit! Oh mighty God, fuck!" Her cunt was a blur of hair and flesh, vibrating like some crazed machine.
"You've got a fucking tight pussy!" Peiton panted. He rammed his stiff pole along the sides of the dripping twat, scraping her fleshy skin with the hot contour of his pulsing prick.
Giant, gliding bursts of Eros rose from Duia's core. A radiating spiral of primal lust whirled through her flesh, making her tremble with desire.
"Shit.. . Tooo fucking much," she moaned.
Their mouths embraced in a wild love lock. Duia thrust her tongue deep into Peiton's mouth. She measured every one of his cock thrusts with a prod from her tongue. It made her feel like she had a cock of her own.
When their mouths parted, she groaned out, filling the office with her lusty voice. The sweat from the two bodies rolled into each other, co-mingled, making the bodies slippery. Their two bellies rubbed and slid together, like liquid glass.
Powerful, throbbing jolts of erotic pleasure bolted through her body and exploded in her head, making her dizzy. She felt an ocean of pussy come swell within her twat, while the exploding pecker sailed through like a battleship.
Duia's fists were clenched around the back of the brutal warden. Her hips rocked up and down. She felt the huge cock rub up against the walls of her cunt, pro-voling her to the limits of her being.
"OOOOOOO!" she moaned hoarsely.
Her twat gushed like a fresh tapped oil well, sopping the dick with frothing juice.
"O shit! Get your balls in there! Fit your balls in!"
Duia reached down and managed to get her hands cupped around his bouncing nuts. She rubbed them against her pussy lips, realizing that they'd never fit. All she wanted was to fill her cunt with as much meat as possible. Her slit was bulging with the fullness of the man's shaft. Her hand came up off the balls and directed the prick to all the areas she wanted. She could make it go up and she could make it go down; the huge head skidding along the gushy flesh at the floor of her cunt.
With every heavy prod, her body contracted and expanded with sexual fever.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she blurt. "I'm coming!"
The orgasm ripped through her like a thunderstorm, drenching her flesh with the pounding rhythm of erotic bliss. The orgasm ripped through her like a thunderstorm, drenching her flesh with the pounding rhythm of erotic bliss. The orgasm became another person and drove the exhausted body of the prisoner on and on, her hips flaying the air like a windmill in a hurricane.
Peiton's pecker matched each thrust from Duia with three of his own, like a machine gone mad. The thick bullet shot through the foamed up cunt with uncountable rpm's.
"I can barely go on," he groaned in exhaustion.
Duia's orgasm started to subside when another one, more titanic, broke through her like water from a busted dam. It nearly swept her into unconsciousness.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" her voice shuddered with the force of her erotic breakthrough. Her total being gyrated with frenzied motion. Her flesh was a moist blur of skin that oozed with sexual orgasm.
Peiton's plunging derrick gushed through with a rich vein of thick come, spraying the shuddering walls of Duia's twat.
"Ahhhhgggg," he groaned, in total relief. He let the momentum from Duia's orgasm swirl his plunger into the combined love juices that stewed hotly in the bubbling pussy.
Slowly but surely the two sex organs ground to a halt and the warden's pecker plopped out, covered with the delicious juice of sexual pleasure.
Duia managed to roll on her belly and slide to the man's vibrating crotch. She lifted her exhausted head and soaked his pecker in her warm mouth.
"Oh Lordey," he sighed. "That tongue drives me crazy."
Duia licked and sucked the hot pistol, till it was clean as a whistle. She brought the prick from her mouth and held it in her hand.
"There, good as new," she said proudly.
She had been so beaten. She had been so turned on, that the conflicting emotions had made her temporarily insane. When she thought about it later she nearly threw up. Why she had licked his pecker after he had whipped her was beyond her comprehension.