Jailbreak (Closed for RockYourWorld and Queenie)

[RockYourWorld]

Jailbreak (Closed for RockYourWorld and Queenee)

I couldn’t take it any longer. And that was five years ago.

Imagine what it must have been like, cooped up in that cell 23 hours a day. And that one hour of “recreation time” was hardly a respite. It usually involved run-ins with the jerks in the prison yard, getting beat up, or worse. Much much worse. Yes, I was serving more time than I could handle. 20 years for aggravated burglary. And I had decided to break out.

I had been in prison before. And while I didn’t exactly like it, I got through it OK. But this time, it was different. I had done a two year stint and another at six months. But this time, 20 years with no parole wasn’t something I was excited about. It was time to go.

Aggravated burglary has a funny sound to it. But it’s just lawyer talk. All it means is I threatened someone while I broke into their house. I didn’t plan it that way. If I wanted to hurt or threaten someone, I wouldn’t break into their house while they were sleeping. I just wanted a quick score of some jewelry or stuff like that, but this macho man had to try and nab me while his wife looked on. She probably put him up to it, the way things are. So, when I overpowered him and tied him to a chair, I felt like I had to show him that he shouldn’t mess with me. So I basically fucked his wife right in front of him.

You can imagine that he wasn’t too enamored with that idea, and neither was she…at least at first. But after she took her own clothes off, then mine, and had her third orgasm, she sort of came around to what was going on. The main reason I’m not serving life for rape is her out-and-out refusal to testify against me.

But I did go down for the aggravated burglary and I got the 20 years.

But 20 years is too much, and I was getting out. The plan was detailed, complicated, and if you think I’m gonna tell it to you, sorry. That’s not in my best interest. Let’s just say the one guard I have a resemblance to, well, his uniform fits me real good and he’s gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up.

The only part of my plan that was up in the air was the part where I got miles away from the big house. Any jailbreaker will tell you the key to success to busting loose isn’t so much getting out of the prison itself, it’s getting as far away –preferably many many miles – as quickly as possible. There was no way I could plan on traffic, or catching a bus. I would have to play that part by ear.

Well, I got lucky, in more ways than one. Traffic was actually light, but along came a real pretty lady, all alone, who was actually stupid or naïve enough to stop. We were on our way rather quickly, once I pointed my gun in her face and forced her to the passenger’s seat. Once I was able to ditch the guard’s uniform, and make my way along several hundred more miles, me and my new friend found an upscale hotel (part of my plan…figuring they would be looking for me in cheap motels). All the while, she played the part of a hostage to the hilt…trying to escape, failing to do so, looking sad and sullen…the whole nine yards. As we entered the hotel room, she said to me “I guess you’re gonna rape me, aren’t you.” I just laughed. “Maybe if I do, you’ll be as happy as my last victim,” I said.

 

[Queenee]

How many times had she been warned... by her husband (her EX husband), her father, her brothers.... "Lauren, you can't keep stopping to pick up hitchhikers anymore. In this day and age, you are just asking for trouble!!" But Lauren had never had any trouble before, an besides this guy wasn't even hitching. He was just walking along the roadside when she pulled up along side and asked if he needed a ride to the next exit. He had an amazing smile, as he accepted the ride. It made her feel a warmth deep inside her, something she had not felt in a long time. The stranger entered the car, and as she pulled back into traffic she saw the glint of the gun in his belt.

The events unfolded rather quickly.. this stranger ordering her to the side of the road at gunpoint, taking over the driving. Her obvious fear seemed to excite him as she noticed the slight bulge in this pants, the way his eyes lingered on her tanned legs in her tennis skirt, the deep V front of her tank top... Once during a quick "bathroom break" at a roadside diner, she tried to sneak around the back of the building, but instead ran right into him! He pinned her to the building, pressing his body hard against hers and whispered in her ear a "warning" about trying to run before he was ready to let her go...

Finally they arrived at a very expensive hotel in a very busy city. He held her close as they followed the bellman to the 31st floor, his arm around her waist, so that his hand could slip just inside the waistband of her skirt, the gun pressing into her side unbeknownst to the bellman, who had this smirk on his face like he knew what would happen as soon as the door locked behind him...
"I guess you’re gonna rape me, aren’t you.” I said to him.. the first words I had spoke in many hours. He just laughed and replied “Maybe if I do, you’ll be as happy as my last victim.” Strangely, I thought he might be telling the truth...

 

[RockYourWorld]

We were finally inside, but I didn’t feel safe. This lady was my insurance policy and my get-away driver, and maybe even my way of staying sane. Being an escaped convict was if nothing else a paranoia-generating experience, and this lady was hot. Taking a good look at her reminded me of everything that was good out here on this side, and everything that was bad on the inside.

She had tried to make a run for it back at the diner. I think I was pretty clear about what would happen if she tried it again. I don’t know if she would try to run again, but I could tell she was no timid little lamb. I would have to keep my eye on her, and take certain steps to make sure she stayed put. I came up with an idea.

“Come on baby, let me show you where you’re spending the night” I said to her, leading her into the bedroom. I could tie her up, but that was such a pain. She would bitch and moan all night long, and on the outside chance some hotel employee happened to come in, they would snicker and laugh about it, but they would remember us and be able to tell a story to the cops later. I decided what I needed to do was take her clothes from her, sending them to the hotel laundry for the evening.

I lead her to the bedroom and closed the door. I sat on the bed and told her to stand in front of me. Smiling at her, eager to see the show, I let my eyes glide up and down her nice body. “I need to make sure you don’t bolt on me, sweety. So let me have your clothes. All of them. Every stitch.”

 

[Queenee]

"Are you kidding??? Ohhh no!! I am NOT taking my clothes off! Look, I promise, I won't try to run.. I won't do anything to bring attention to you." She was nearly begging him, but the sly grin on his face told her there was no negotiating this one. His ice blue eyes burned through her and she could read his mind... she knew what his plans were. She turned away from him and walked to the window looking down at the city streets below. "Alright then, if this is how you want it" Lauren sighed as she lifted her tank top over her head. Her back still to him, she continued removing her clothing until at last she was naked before him. "Turn around now sweetie" he told her, "It's been a long time since I've seen something so beautiful, I want to enjoy this." Lauren turned slowly, her hands covering as much of her full breasts and shaved pussy as possible, her cheeks glowing warm and red under his gaze.

He stood and walked slowly around Lauren, soaking in her beauty. Lauren had not felt so desired since long before her divorce was final. As he came around behind her, Lauren felt the tips of his fingers graze her firm ass causing her to tremble with anticipation. Stopping in front of her, he lifted her chin to face him "Don't be shy, babe, I can tell this isn't your first time. We are definately gonna have some fun tonight." He chuckled as he turned and left the room, but not before taking with him the extension phone by the bed. He needed to do some more planning before he played.

 

[RockYourWorld]

I took the phone into the living room of the swanky suite I had gotten for myself. I took the cord off of it, thinking this will come in handy. Back in the bedroom, I went to the window and closed the blinds and the curtains. No sense taking a chance. Once word got out of my escape, the authorities would stop at nothing to find me, including using helicopters to look into hotel room windows.

My new friend – what did she say her name was, Lauren? – stood there trying to cover herself with her hands. Needless to say, with those tits, she wasn’t having much luck. I was hoping that I would cure her of her modesty soon enough. I walked over to her, my eyes glued to those tits, but before long, I couldn’t help but to look everywhere. Man, five years is a long time without seeing a real live woman totally naked like this, and the fact that I had her all to myself made it even better.

As I stood in front of her, I reached for those tits, and when my fingers came in contact with them, it was like the chains were broken. I was free. There was no way I was telling her that, because I needed her to feel like a prisoner. But as my hands felt her tits, I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan. Part of the reason I closed my eyes was because I didn’t want to see her recoiling in disgust. I wanted this to be just like I had imagined it.

I squeezed her tits in my hands, moving my fingers to her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. God they felt good. I knew they would taste good too, and I dove right in, taking one in my mouth, licking it and teasing it with my tongue, and moving to the other.

This was going well. Maybe too well. As much as I was enjoying it, I had to tell myself not to get too comfortable. I was still on the lamb. But she was mine, and I lead her over to the bed to make her even more mine. I laid her back on the bed and straddled over her, still enjoying her tits, moaning as I sucked on and played with them. It was time to cement this deal, and I pulled my shirt off, in the back of my mind telling myself to keep it close by in case I had to leave in a hurry.

 

[Queenee]

I watched him move about the suite closing the blinds.. he left the room briefly and returned with the phone cord wrapped up and shoved in his back pocket. My mind was reeling still as I looked for any possible exit. 31 floors up and in a room with only one door to the living room, I knew I had to ride this out and do what I was told in order to make it. I knew he planned to fuck me... I was scared, and at the same time could feel a burn growing deep inside.


It all happened so fast! One moment he was taking in every inch of my body with his hungry eyes, the next.... he was on me kneading my tits, moaning, groping.... I staggered back, but felt on of his hands reach behind my waist and pull me to him. His hot mouth closed around one, then the other... biting and sucking. I tried to push away, and maybe he took that as a sign that I wanted more... because before I knew it I was lying back on the bed with him over me pinning my two hands over my head with his one, while the other squeezed and groped my tits again, his mouth working each one equally, his moans vibrating through my body.

He pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. I couldn't take my eyes off of his chest, his clearly defined muscle tone showed how he spent his 'free time'. Our eyes locked for a moment before he dove back into my tits, my nipples now rock hard beneath his lips and fingers. As he sat over me, I could feel his cock growing harder. I am not sure who started grindng first, but before I was aware of it, my hips and his were rocking together, my naked pussy against his hard shaft, with only his jeans between us. I put my head back and closed my eyes, I relaxed and gave in to him....

 

[RockYourWorld]

I don’t know if she was trying to pull something, but it wasn’t going to work. Maybe she was just holding back, thinking she’d trick me into thinking she was giving in and I’d let my guard down. Then BAM, she’d hit me with something or other……I knew she didn’t have anything to hit me with, but I wasn’t buying her “giving in” act. I still had the phone cord.

I got to my knees, straddling her body, holding her down. I reached over to the edge of the bed where I had put the phone cord and unraveled it. I gave her a stern look. “Nothing personal. You do seem to be cooperative – so far. But I believe in insurance.”
I wrapped one end around and around her wrists, tying them together, then reached up over her and secured the other end to the headboard. There. She’s not going anywhere.

Suddenly, I realized I was wearing jeans, and something needed to be done about that. I looked at her body, taking it all in again, the taste and feel of her tits still fresh in my mind. I undid the snap and quickly unzipped them, shimmying them down over my hips. I did all of this right next to her, making sure she got a good view of it all. I wanted her to understand what was going down. To me, this was the World Series and the Super Bowl all in one, and I needed her complete attention and participation to make this experience everything I had waited for for so long, even if she wasn’t going to play along willingly.

I began to wonder if maybe I should have put a gag on her mouth, but I was glad I hadn’t. From my knees, I took hold of my stiff dick and put it to her lips.

 

[Queenee]

"What are you doing??" I asked as I struggled under the weight of his body over me as he wrapped my hands in the cord and pulled them over my head. I could feel the cord cinch tight as he secured it to the headboard. "I promised you I wouldn't try to run again.." I was sure the fear in my wide eyes was evident. I had resigned my self to relax and "participate" in order to possibly save my life in the end, but being tied down caused sort of a panic feeling to overcome me. I writhed under him as I tried to loosen the cord around my wrist, although I knew it was pointless. As I watched him undress in front of me, I closed my eyes, a single tear seeping from the corner. It was then that I felt him close, leaning in towards me. I knew what it was... a very distinct smell, the soft, yet hard smoothness of his cock being rubbed around my lips, the sticky warm precum coating them. I could hear his voice " Yeah, thats it baby... shhhhhhhhh, the only sound I want to hear is your wet mouth swallowing my cock." My body jumped as his hand made contact with my pussy, running one thick finger against my slit. I moaned instinctively, offering the perfect opportunity for him to plunge his cock in through my parted lips....

 

[RockYourWorld]

I was still watching her like a hawk, preparing myself for her to try something, like a sharp kick, although I knew she wouldn’t be able to escape as long as her hands were tied like they were. I looked at her and listened to her moan. I touched that pussy of hers and slid a finger up inside. It sure was good to feel one of those again. For a long time, I wondered if I would ever see or feel a pussy again. It seemed like I would die before that would happen. But, now here I was. This hot babe, laying her naked with me, sucking my cock while I fingered her pussy. I had plans to do a whole lot more that finger that pussy, but first things first.

I turned my attention to her mouth as she began to take in my cock. Wow, it was really happening. I began to understand just how much I had repressed my sex drive for the past five years. And I was going to let it all bust out right now. I get closer to her, on my knees, kneeling over her and feeding my cock to her hot mouth.

“God damn it baby, you don’t know how much I’ve waited for this! You suck that cock like a good little slut. I guarantee you that you’ll have my full attention.” Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. I couldn’t tell if they were moans of pleasure or fear. I didn’t care. To me, all that mattered was she keep doing it.

 

[Queenee]

My hips moved against his probing fingers, His hot throbbing cock sliding in and out of my mouth pressing deeper until it touched the back of my throat, and as hard as I tried to fight it the slow grind of my hips fell into fluid motion with his. I could hear his gruff voice telling me how good it felt, how hot my mouth was, and how wet my pussy was. His breathing was hard and fast and the sounds of his moans were turning me on. I opened my eyes slowly. I wanted to make eye contact with him to see if i was just a fuck toy for him or if he was truely enjoying this. Mostly, I wanted my hands free so I could satisfy my urge to feel his cock in my hand. I turned my head enough to slip his thick cock from my mouth.. " Please... let my hands free... let me stroke your cock while i suck it...Please" My tongue darting out to lap the head of his purple throbbing knob "mmmmmmmmmmm I promise, you won't be disappointed" Our eyes locked, he hesitated for a moment, but his deep need to fuck someone outweighed his concern of my flight.

With one pull on the cord, my hands were loose I sat up slightly, placing my hand on his thigh.. "Thank you. I promise, you won't be sorry." My hand moved to his 8" shaft. I stroked that cock until I could feel it pulse in my hand, my lips and mouth kissing, sucking working the throbbing dripping tip. I shifted myself enough to allow better access to my aching pussy. His fingers slipping in and out.. then focusing on my swelling clit.. then back in to the wet warmth. I knew he wanted to fuck me.

 

[RockYourWorld]

“I better not be sorry,” I said to her as she got herself free from the ropes, and I let her do it. “Because if I’m sorry, than YOU’LL be sorry, too. Much more than me!

She seemed to be into it. I could tell she was wet, and her clit was getting ripe for the picking. I fingered her good as she started to really go to work on my cock. I watched her suck it. Man she was a real pro. I was beginning to think that maybe I was getting a lucky break, for a change. After all the things I had been through, it was nice to have something going my way for a change. I understood that a lot of my problems were my own doing, but how much bad shit could one man take? If this horny bitch in front of me was a sign from above that things might be changing for me, who was I to argue.

I pretty much knew that I had enough pent up sexual energy to last me at least the rest of the night, so I wasn’t worried about pacing myself. I couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to get me some pussy! I slid out of her mouth and began to spread her legs. She held them up in the air as I guided my cock to her pussy. I lingered at the opening for a while, maybe just to make sure that this was really happening. I closed my eyes and slid in.

The moan I let out had more to do with putting my past behind me. This lady’s sweet wet pussy was a declaration of independence for me, and I signed on with deep hard thrusts. Her screams and moans invited me to take her, at least that’s how I took it. I held her leg apart and drove deep inside her, making her mine.

 

[Queenee]

In just a few moments I had gone from calculating each move toward ensuring my release to willing participant with no desire to walk out that door. His fingers moved about my wet and throbbing pussy expertly, and he knew this by my stifled moans as I hungrily swallowd his hard cock.

I felt him pull away from my mouth, and for a moment I held on to his cock, still stroking him...wanting him back. But his swift move to spread my legs told me he was far from done.

His first thrust into me was so deep and hard I caught my breath and let out a small cry of both pain and pleasure!! I had not been taken so forcefully before, and his hunger for my sex was strong. I spread my legs out and back toward my chest wanting to take him as deep as possible. My body was responding to his like it had to no other in my past. It was as if he was letting out years of pent up passion, anger, frustration, and desire all at once.

I screamed out as I was overtaken by the first orgasm as it washed over me like a tidal wave.

 

[RockYourWorld]

As I listened to this lady screaming with an orgasm, I think I began to figure her out. Maybe she was like me. Maybe she had been “doing without” for awhile. I doubt if it was because she had been doing time like me, but there are millions of reasons why someone goes months or even years without a good fuck. Maybe this was why she was here, with a stranger that had kidnapped her, was fucking her, and she was cumming like a newlywed.

I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, he mouth was open, and I knew there was no way she was faking it. Well, if she was, she had to be the best actress in the fucking world. It didn’t matter, really. I was getting what I wanted. As I listened to her wild squeals and watched her thrash around on the bed, I pumped her deep and hard. The noise of our hips smacking together mad it all seem hotter and hotter.

I was penetrating her as deep as I could, and my speed was at its max too. Her body looked so fucking good as she writhed on the bed. I stayed up on my knees as I fucked her just so I could watch her awesome body. Pretty soon, it was more than I could control. I felt myself approach the edge, and I went right over it. The sensation exploded within and I let out a loud moan. I didn’t want this to be the grand finale of the whole thing, and I had plans for her pussy beyond this, so I didn’t want to get it to full of my own stuff. Just as I began to cum, I pulled out. As I came, I whitewashed her belly.

As things got hotter and hotter, I had to keep reminding myself that it was really true – I was really out and free. But I also had to keep my guard up. It could all end in a flash of cops busting in out of nowhere. I opened my eyes, looking down at her, covered in my cum. I gave a quick glance around the room, making sure everything was cool. I know I was being paranoid, but I had to be. This was all nice, getting with this chick and all, but like I said, I needed to be careful.

 

[Queenee]

My body thrashed beneath his wild thrusting.. it was incredible!! It was an intense feeling of release and freedom, something I had not felt in my entire waste of a marriage. Since the divorce I had not even dated, and honestly even my masturbating sessions were half hearted. I had no desire nor felt desired in a long time until this moment, and I was going to enjoy it no matter the outcome!!

I could feel him nearing peak, I was sure it had to do with my strong contracting, out-of-the-clear-blue-sky orgasm washing over him. My vagina muscles gripping his cock and releasing it over and over again, milking him.. I could hear myself screaming "OH MY GOD!!!!" over and over as he drove into me. I opened my eyes at the exact moment he pulled from me and stroked himself freverently as his hot creamy load spewed onto my smooth belly. He cried out at this moment in what I thought was pain, but was clearly the most intense pleasure I had ever witnessed.

He crashed down over me his face just inches from mine, his chest against mine, heaving as if he had just run the Boston Marathon. I lay there looking at him, all sweaty and now sticky, and did something I never thought I would do... taking his face into my hands I held him there for a moment, then kissed him hard and deep.....

 

[Queenee]

It was electrifying!! As he pulled back from me, I drew my hand back and slapped him hard across his face. "Don't think that was a 'thank-you' kiss" I said. "That was for tying my hands to the bed and for not ever even introducing yourself! I mean, it's not like you're going to let me out of here." I was flustered, angry and still so turned on by this guy and the way he had just taken me. I had just had an orgasm like no other in my life, and at that moment I was hoping he wouldn't free me just yet.

He leaned back, still straddling my thighs. His moderatley limp cock resting against my cum covered slit, as if he were just taking a short break. A smirk broke across his face as he rubbed his cheek. He reached for my hands pinning them to the bed by my head then catching my right nipple between his teeth, he gave it a firm nip and tug, then flicked his stiff tongue against it. "MMmmmmm you were sooo good. Don't you worry about knowing my name, you'll know all you need to when I feel like tellin' ya. For now we're just gonna have ourselves a little fun right here."

I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what would happen next, and knowing it would rival this last experience. Through the closed curtain, I could see the sun was setting....

 

[RockYourWorld]

What the hell was going on here? Kissing? Man, this lady was hungry for it. I mean, it was nice. Not exactly what I had planned for us when I brought us here. But what the hell. Isn’t that what women say they want? More cuddling?

The thing is, I look back now, and I realize I was pretty powerless right there, because her body felt so good. I was laying chest to chest with her, her tits mashed against my chest, and her legs were tangled with mine. Her body was just too inviting to resist, and it would have taken a thousand horses to drag me away at that moment. It was nice to feel genuine female affection. Her kiss and her arms around me were just another sign that I was away from that hell hole.

And then she slapped me.

What the fuck? Because I didn’t “introduce myself?” What the fuck was this, a tea party?

I reached up and grabbed her hands again and pinned them over her head. "MMmmmmm you were sooo good. Don't you worry about knowing my name, you'll know all you need to when I feel like tellin' ya. For now we're just gonna have ourselves a little fun right here."

Maybe the slap was a good thing. It brought me out of my dream world, where people are nice, and do things just to make you feel good, and have no interest in treating you bad. Who was I kidding? I didn’t live in a world like that. Never did. Never will. I came from a place where causing pain on someone else was what people did, for no other reason then that’s what they wanted to do at the moment. Some did it to hear you scream and to look at the terrorized look on your face. There were guys in prison that would….

That’s it! That’s where this was headed. This bitch slaps a guy like me and thinks she’s gonna get away with it, I think what I should do is give her a little prison justice. Not a shank to the gut, but something that would linger with her even longer.

I moved off of her body, kneeling next to her, looking down at her and rubbing my face some more. “Baby,” I said. “I think I need to show you where I’ve been, and how things are for someone inside.” I grabbed her firmly by the hips and rolled her over to her stomach. She didn’t resist. I think she sensed how serious I was. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees, and I got behind her, running my hands over her smooth round ass.

In prison, taking it up the ass is something that happens. Some guys do it for pleasure, and kid themselves into thinking its normal. Other sickos do it to control people through fear, not just the guy their doing it to, but all of his friends and guys he hangs with. While I was in the place, I never did it to a guy, but I took my share of punishment. When it was happening to you, it took the life out of you, and made you hate your miserable life more than you already did.

I looked at Lauren’s ass and I knew I had an opportunity here. By doing this to her, I was becoming the one in control – I was the one doing something to someone else. I had earlier thought that things were going my way, and I was seeing signs that I was finally free. But this was my way of telling the world that things were different. I held my hard dick in my hand and held it to her asshole, moving it back and forth to open it. I let out a nasty moan, partly out of anticipation, partly out of celebration. I reached up and grabbed hold of a handful of her hair, and leaned forward toward her ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you up the ass now, baby,” I said to her, whispering for effect. “Now, I’m not saying I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t slap me, but I can’t say you helped yourself by doing that. I don’t expect you to understand why I need to do this, and I don’t expect you to enjoy it, but I know I will. For several reasons.”

Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let out another moan as I felt my cock begin to invade Lauren’s ass.

 

[Queenee]

I was paralyzed with fear....the slap I gave him came out of the clear blue, I had felt the contact before I even realized I had hit him with my open palm, a loud cracking sound resulting. The sting resonated through my hand and up my arm. I had hit him hard.

In a moment I was flat on my belly, then yanked up to my hands and knees. His hand wrapped through my hair pulling me back against him. His cock was hard again. His grip on my shoulder was going to leave bruises, I was sure. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified!!!

His gutteral moans were chilling as i felt him spread my ass, rubbing his head against my tight opening. This was new territory for me. Light anal stimulation was a huge turn on, but it always stopped there. Rimming, gentle tongue probing, a single finger, was about the extent of my penetration experience. The thought of his thick cock invading me made my knees weak, and not in a good way.

I could hear him close in my ear “I’m gonna fuck you up the ass now, baby,” I knew he could hear my whimpers, my pleadings.. "Please.. don't...do.. this....ohh God, please....don't"...

As his swollen tip entered me, I could feel the pressure, the forceful stretching as my tight hole took him in. His hand firmly wrapped in my hair, the other tight at my neck ensured that I could not pull free. I felt the scream rise in my throat as he drove the full length of his cock in. THe burning pain nearly collapsed me beneath him, but in an instant his hands were holding me by the hips.. holding me against him as he drew back then plunged deep again. I could hear him moaning.... as he swelled within me... "Ohhh GOd soo tight.... like a virgin pussy... mmmm... sweet ass....." His balls slapping against my still wet pussy, I felt his hand slip below, grinding hard against my clit while he pumped my ass as I fought to hold my position under trembling legs. When would it end????

 

[RockYourWorld]

Things would never change. She says to me “Please don’t do this, oh God please don’t.” What did she think, I was going to stop, and say, “Oh, ok, I’ll stop. Sorry to have started that.” I just smiled. She had no idea what was going on in my head, but her pleading and her screams made it even better for me. This was my declaration of independence after all, and like all good lowlifes, I knew that power comes to someone by victimizing someone else. Whether she knew it or not, she was perfectly playing her part.

And DAMN, her ass was perfect. I was driving in deep and hard, and she was so hot and tight. I couldn’t get enough. The more I thrust into her hot ass, the more I wanted and the deeper I got. I gave her a nice loud spank as I fucked her ass. I looked down and watched as my cock slowly and steadily slid in and out. MMMMMM, damn, I should have done this first.

“mmmmm, baby, this is so fucking good. I could fuck your ass all night long. I think I might do that!” I laughed. It was all good for me. She squealed and screamed and tried to move away, but like I said, that only made it better for me.

 

[Queenee]

His hips pounded into mine repeatedly and the burining thrusting pain slowly subsided. His strong grip held me firmly in place and I knew it was useless to try and pull away. I was startled into reality with the loud CRACK!! as his hand came down against my left ass cheek. His increasing moans told of his intense pleasure. I knew he had been in my position before..exactly in my position... and I knew this didnt have to be horrible experience...

Slowly, still trying to hold up my trembleing body, i reached my own hand back through my legs to where his heavy ball sack was slapping against my pussy. I let him fall into my hand with each thrust, giving him a gentle squeeze each time, but releasing him with each thrust back. My clit began to throb as my palm pressed against it with each thrust.

I heard him moan again, louder as i squeezed his sak, kneading it against my wet slit... I could feel his throbbing cock in my ass.. pulsing... ready to release his load at any moment. Our bodies meeting with a loud slap with each thrust....He cried out as his hot load filled my ass....


It was then that the phone in the outer sitting room rang..

 

[RockYourWorld]

Ohhhhhhh, Fuck, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! I screamed out as I let loose a load in her tight ass. Even though she reached down and rubbed my balls towards the end, and seemed to be warming up to the whole situation, I didn't care. In my mind, I was dominating her, she was my victim. I needed to perform this act to get the demons of the past five years out of my head. I guess if I was totally honest with myself, I would admit that wasn't the case...so many of the things I had endured would haunt me forever. They had made me who I was, and right now, I needed someone else to suffer, someone other than me. When I was doing the suffering, I did what I had to do mentally to get myself through it. I was making this girl do the suffering now, and if her way of getting through it was rubbing my balls, and massaging her clit, I didn't fucking care.

I slowly pulled out of her ass and gave her one last SMACK on her ass. "Good job, babe. With that kind of enthusiasm, you could be REAL popular back in the Big House." I laughed at my own joke, more to let her know I was happy with myself, and didn't really care what she was thinking. My thoughts were just about to shift - why was she being so cooperative? How many other chicks in her position would get raped up the ass and think to get themselves off? Who was this chick and what was her game? - when suddenly, and very disturbingly, the phone rang.

What the FUCK?!!

 

[Queenee]

There was dead silence in the room..

"What the FUCK?!!"

He got up from the bed, dragging me along by the wrist. I clutched the bed sheet to my chest trying to cover up as much as possible. I couldn't look at him out of humiliation, embarrassment, and the fact that I had partly enjoyed the feeling of him releasing into my ass. He thrust the phone at me

"Don't screw this up. Nice and easy now. Answer the phone and don't try to drop any hints."

I answered "Hello?.... Oh hello, yes, thank you.... No, the room is wonderful. My husband? No, he will be arriving later this evening. He is a pilot, and will be flying in late tonight. We will be spending a few days here.... No, no thank you. I will call for housekeeping when we need it, I don't think we will be leaving the room for a few days! Yes, well.. I understand your concern. Yes, thank you. Good bye."


His hand let up the wrap he had around my hair holding it tight through out the convesation.

"They thought someone followe me up earlier. They just wanted to make sure everything was fine. I told them not to disturb me.. and my husband... when he arrived... and we would call for service when we needed it. You are safe."

His arm wrapped around me, reached up and clutched my breast hard in his hand, squeezing hard as he pressed into me from behind.

"Good girl...now go take a shower and get good and clean, we're not done yet."

He pushed me away toward the bathroom, slapping my (already sore) ass hard as he did. I could feel his eyes on me, and I could only imagine what would happen next.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Life was good. Twice I got off with this chick, and the night was still young. And, it seemed, she was into me a little. Fuck, I don’t know, she was probably playing me and working on a way to bolt on me, but I didn’t care. So far, I had gotten from her what I wanted….a ride to get far away from the prison, the chance to get inside this swanky hotel, and the “services” she had provided for me.

As she took a shower, I looked around. I knew there was no way she could escape, so I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Shit! The first thing I saw was…..me. There on the screen with a “Breaking News” banner underneath was a picture of me. And it was my fucking mug shot! Not to sound like some chick, but I hated that fucking picture! It was the one they shot of me when they busted me on the aggravated burglary, and the cops had done a few tap dances on my face when they took me in. The lady newscaster even took time to mention that “the escaped convict was serving time for burglary, but has previously been charged with rape, although those charges were later dropped.”

Fucking right they were dropped!! Because the lady wouldn’t testify against me! She thanked me for the fucking of her life! They somehow failed to mention that on the “breaking news.”

I sat there, trying to figure out what to do. Should I stay here, see if things cool down? Or should me and Miss Hot Ass get in the car and make more distance? I thought about it, and stared at the mug shot on TV. There I was, bruised face, black eye, long straggly beard and mustache….Hey! That’s it. I got up and went to the bathroom.

The room was steamy as Lauren soaked in the hot shower. I wiped off the mirror and took a good look at myself. Time for a make-over, dude. I wet my face in the sink, then grabbed a complimentary hotel-sized small-as-shit can of shaving cream, and smeared it all over my face. The water in the shower stopped, and she stepped out. I glanced over at her, her awesome body looking even better wet.

“Feel better?” I asked her, turning from her and prepareing to alter my look.

 

[Queenee]

I stood under that steaming hot water for what felt like hours, letting it wash over my skin, scalding my skin turning it a light shade of pink, except for the one perfect palm print on my left ass cheek left during the heat of his passion. Thats what it was, passion. As much as he wanted me to feel violated, taken... the intensity at which he "took" me was truely passionate.

I heard the water at the sink running, bringing me out of my thoughts. I figured it was time for me to step out and face the next round. My ass was sore, I didnt think I could take another pounding like that. Hell, I didn't think I could sit down at this point. I shut off the water and stepped out of the tub...

"Feel better" He said, clearly taking in every inch of my dripping body. His eyes were a shade of gray blue that I had never seen before. I felt like he was memorizing every inch of my body.

My nipples stiffened upon meeting the cooler outside air of the bathroom. I crossed my arms over them, trying to preserve some modesty, although I don't know why. I could feel my cheeks burn under his gaze. He was lathering his face with shaving cream...

"Can I wrap up in this robe for a bit, to dry off?" I asked.

"Sure, as long as you plant yourself right on that toilet seat. Don't think for a moment you're gonna wrap up in that robe and bolt out the door while I get cleaned up"

"Im hungry" I said "You must be too. How about some room service? They can leave it at the door and we can just bring it in when they are gone.."

I sat there watching as he transformed before my eyes....

 

[RockYourWorld]

Carefully, I took the razor to my face. It was a little tough, but I was able to use the razor to cut through the beard and mustache and whatever the hell else had grown on my face. Over the past two years or so in the can, I didn’t care what the hell I looked like. Why would I? I figured the worse I looked, the more the dudes in there would leave me alone. That’s all I wanted. But of course, it was tough to get away, and they didn’t leave me alone.

That was all behind me now, and so far, my experiences with Lauren had allowed me to celebrate that fact. Several times. As I worked the razor over my face, she sat there like I told her to, wearing only the towel. The more I began to feel part of the real world, the more I began to remember the things I liked…and one of those things was seeing a woman with wet hair. I don’t know why I had always gone for that, maybe it was something about beaches and bikinis or something like that. But Lauren was sitting there, her hair wet, body wrapped in a towel, crossing her legs. Mmmmmmm, those legs that had been wrapped around my waist just a short time ago as I fucked her good and hard….wow, she was hot.

I was standing there naked, finishing my shaving job and standing back to look at my new face. I wet a wash cloth and rinsed off the extra shaving cream.

“Sure, room service is ok.” I told her, glancing over at her body as she sat close to me. I gave her a smile, knowing that my cock was showing signs of admiring her body, too.

“Hey you know, if you ride with me long enough, maybe we’ll end up someplace where we can sit in the sun and I can check you out in a bikini. Thinking about that sort of gives me a goal to shoot for…if you and I get to sunny beach somewhere, that’s when I’ll relax.” I walked out of the bathroom back into the hotel suite, allowing her to follow me out. I glanced back just enough to see those legs moving.

I made a motion to the television. “The word is on the street. I’m all over the news. That’s why I shaved. When we get moving again, I’m gonna get my hair cut off. We will be moving soon. I think we’ll be safe here for the night, but tomorrow morning, count on hitting the road.”

I walked over to her and took the towel from her. Once again, her wonderful body was right there in front of my eyes. “Go ahead and order your room service. And when they bring the food, answer the door like this. Don’t worry, these hotel people deal with all kinds of strange people all the time, so a naked woman answering the door won’t be anything they’ve never seen before. Just act natural. Explain that you’re a nudist, I don’t care. The thing is, if the guy sees a naked woman here, he won’t be thinking about noticing signs of an escaped convict.”

I let her move toward the phone. She would probably be pissed off about this, but just like in the military, operational security was a priority, One slip up, and everything could go bad, real fast. As she made her call, I found a place to hide, knowing that the guy at the door wouldn’t be looking anywhere near me.

 

[Queenee]

I watched as he shaved away the thick scraggly beard and mustache to a nicely trimmed gotee. He was standing there naked, as I sat wrapped in my towel and it was impossible not to take in his very welll defined calves and thighs... his ass... he definately spent alot of time in the prision yard gym.

He turned toward me, and I couldnt help notice his slightly erect cock. I was barely hearing what he was saying to me.

“Sure, room service is ok.” He motioned for me to follow him out of the bathroom. I picked up the room service menu, looking up when he mentioned he was "all over the news". I wondered if anyone thought I was missing.... I wondered if my family or friends were looking for me.

"You know," I said, "I should call my father or a friend to check in. If they report me missing, then my licence plate will be on every police computer in the country. I can tell them that I deciede to take some time away and travel the country a bit... I have talked about it, and I dont have a job.. and... I have a little money saved....."

I was afraid he would think this an attempt to escape.. and I was afraid it would anger him.

He thought for a moment... looking back at the news...then back to me. His wheels were turning and I knew he was a smart man. I lived in the same town he escaped from. Surely my family would miss me and file a report. Connections could be made. He knew I had a point.

"I wont say anything to worry them. They know I like to make spur-of-the moment decisions.

He agreed I would make the call but only AFTER room service had come. He walked to me and took the towel. I blushed as he stood there admiring my body. I made the call to room service, and anxiously waited for the knock on the door.

As I stood there my mind raced with thoughts of his words....
“Hey you know, if you ride with me long enough, maybe we’ll end up someplace where we can sit in the sun and I can check you out in a bikini. Thinking about that sort of gives me a goal to shoot for…if you and I get to sunny beach somewhere, that’s when I’ll relax.” What did he think, I woudl be his captive forever?? I worried about never seeing my family again, and then I imagined being on a tropical beach with this man. I realized then that I had missed the knock at the door, while I was deep in fantasy.

It wasnt until I felt his hand crack me on the ass that I jolted into reality

"Answer the door.. and dont try to give him any hints"

I walked to the door ..completely naked. I was beet red with embarrassment. I peeped thru the peep hole in the door. It was a young man probably in his early 20's and he was in for the shock of his life!!

I opened the door....