“I don’t know.” She looked away, flustered.
“Is it a kind of fetish, or a compulsion?” He pressed on. “Does fucking a dangerous criminal give you a kind of heightened sexual gratification?”
“I… well, kind of… and giving these guys something they crave for makes me feel… well, blessed.”
“And you’ve been doing this for the whole time you’re here?” Rochester withheld an urge to laugh. “How the hell did you start doing this?”
“Not the whole ten years.” She gave him a look of indignation. “I took my time, picked out the right guys, gave them a little more attention than the others… made them and myself feel comfortable with one another…”
“Hmm.” He smirked. “Wow! I mean… that’s quite a wild adventure you’ve been on.”
“And now you’re going to destroy it all.” She said, suppressing her anger.
“Well, I have no love lost for the warden.” He grinned at her lecherously. “And I like you the most here… hell, you’re the only one I like here.”
“So you’re not going to tell the warden anything.” She eyed him with suspicion.
“Not yet…” Rochester rubbed his temples and leaned back on his chair.
“Damn you, Rochester, you want a piece of the action too… fuck, you’re a little blackmailer, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t make any demands.” The young doctor had a smirk on his smug face.
“You didn’t say it, but your leering eyes have been all along.” She replied hotly, running her fingers through her lustrous red hair.
“So what do you say?” He held out his hands.
“When do you want me?”
“Tonight… unless you have prior appointment with your care bears.” He gave her a sly wink.
“No, I don’t have any for tonight.” The redhead stood up, smoothing down her tight uniform.
“That’s convenient.” He eyed her luscious curves and shifted uneasily on his chair.
“But to really get me going, I need to know what you did to get you here… no one in their right mind would want to work here.”
“And yet you are.” He stood up and stepped away from the desk.
“I get my wilder needs fulfilled without the risks.” Della sauntered over to the sickroom and trailed her hand over the bedrail of one of the beds. “The bad boys here can only give me what I want, and take nothing away.”
“But I’m different.” He replied, following her into the small room. “I can take everything away.”
“I don’t think you’d want to.” She turned to face him and began unbuttoning her blouse. “But I still want to know the bad things you did to get in here.”
“Will knowing of my crime turn you on even more?” His eyes were transfixed on her enticing cleavage. “Will that make me bad enough for you to risk getting in the sack with me?”
“Yes on both counts.” She unbuttoned her blouse completely and stood with her low cut bra and heaving breasts exposed. “Now tell me, Doc, what the fuck did you do?”
“Long story, I’ll give you the quick short version.” He said, his breath quickening at the sight of her near naked breasts. “I had a high position in a reputed medical center with my own wing, ran it the way I liked with my own team of doctors, nurses and technicians. We were a great team; we worked hard and played even harder.”
“Quite the prodigy, were you?” She asked, teasingly caressing the upper slopes of her breasts. “What did you play?”
“Games of love not meant for the faint hearted.” He swallowed hard, his erection getting really painful in its confined space.
“Some crazy fetishes, like mine.” She cupped her breasts from under the bra and pushed them higher.
“Yes, with toys and tools of bondage, all that sort of exciting stuff. Our patients paid good money for the special treatment. And then it all went wrong.”
“What happened?” The redhead dropped her blouse to the floor and began working on her tight skirt.
“The board assigned a new tech to my team, not one I’d care to have. But she was hot.” Rochester continued, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. “She discovered our special games and I tried flirting with her and taking her in.”
“And she didn’t bite?” Della smiled, dropping her skirt to stand before him in her bra and panties.
“She did bite, quite hard.” He groaned, his hard cock straining against his tight Jockey shorts. “And I had to discipline her. Things got out of hand and we were exposed. I lost everything and now I’m here.”
“And what happened to her and to your team.” She reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“I don’t know.” He whispered, his eyes widening at her big bouncing breasts before him. “I last heard that she was some kind of spy, but I’d bet that’s a cover-up.”
“That’s some crazy shit.” Della stepped out of her panties and stood stark naked before him, a brazen gleam in her green eyes.
“Is it crazy enough to get you going?” He said thickly, dropping his trousers. “Am I nefarious enough for you now… does my badness make you all wet and hungry for me?”
“Well, you didn’t kill anyone.” She purred, running her hand down over her smooth belly and down to the fiery triangle over her enticing mound.
“I did.” He grinned, inserting his thumbs under the elastic band of his underwear. “I think one of the house plants died in all the chaos that day.”
“Fair enough.” She nodded, eyeing the bulge in his shorts and biting her lip. “And I can see you’ve been pretty eager to know me since we first met.”
“I’d have to be a fool not to.” He stepped up closer as she sat on one of the beds. “You’re the first hot woman I’ve seen in a month.”
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you.” She caressed his slender thigh as he stood before her.
“But you like these tough murderous bastards more.” He touched her hair and face gently.
“Well, beefsteak sure is good, but I crave for chocolate soufflé sometimes too.” She reached for his underwear and slid it down his legs, making his thick six inch cock spring out and bob before her face.
“Well, I wouldn’t consider myself as chocolate… maybe strawberry.” He groaned, thrusting his pelvis forward.
“Mmh, I love strawberry even more.” She said huskily, grasping his throbbing cock and pulling back the foreskin to expose the slimy, pre-cum dripping head.“So pink, so sexy red.”
“Oh, baby.” Rochester moaned as her lips slowly slid over the sensitive glans of his painful erection.
She looked up at him and worked her way down the shaft, going all the way until his pubic hair tickled her nose and his tight balls bumped her chin. His cock was young and really hard, something she hadn’t had in awhile. Most of the criminals she was used to were older than her, with much bigger dicks than Rochester’s, but his youth promised more.
He trembled as she deep-throated him, her hands expertly massaging his aching balls and tightened buttocks. She wanted to get the edge off to make him last longer when she took him inside her later on. Her tongue and lips worked his throbbing rod into a frenzy and she felt him tremble. His hands grasped her head tight and he almost fucked her mouth. She loved every minute of it, compared to all the wolf-like men she had been enjoying over the years, the young doctor was as a gentle as a lamb.
“Oh, fuck… Della.” He groaned. “I’m going to blow… will you swallow?”
She looked up at him and nodded, sucking him with more intensity. He shook violently, and thrust his hips hard, calling out her name as he erupted deep in her mouth. Della was taken by surprise at the force of his orgasm. She gagged as a thick stream of his hot cum shot down her throat. Pulling her head back, she let the rest of his load squirt on her tongue, tasting him as he continued to fill her cheeks.
Della milked him expertly, her hands stroking the thick shaft and coaxing his balls in tandem. She knew he had a gr
eat climax and that he would be hard again in minutes, even though it had been a while since she had a man in his twenties to remember of their youthful virility.
“How was that, Doctor?” She asked the panting young man as she licked him clean.
“Heaven…” He gasped, dropping to his knees before her. “I was in fucking paradise for a moment there.”
“Are you ready for the next ride there?” She teased, massaging his shoulders.
“Hell, yeah, baby.” He grinned and grabbed at her smooth thighs. “But first I want a taste of your vintage wine… 1979 was a good year, yes?”
“The best, baby, lap it up.” She leaned back on the bed and lifted her feet to sit spread out before his eager face.
Rochester grabbed her buttocks and stuck his face right into her moist offering, his tongue darting for her sensitive clitoris. Her ecstatic gasps and moans told him he was hitting the right buttons as he slobbered over her entire slit. She arched her back, pushing her 36DD breasts out at him and he reached up to ease their want. His tongue probed in deep, wriggling inside her, filling her with an urge to pee. She threw her head back and laughed at the sensation.
“Oh, Liam… Liam… I’m so fucking hot for you right now.” Della whimpered, clawing at his head. “I want your rock hard cock deep in me, baby… come on up and fuck me.”
“Liam junior is all up and ready to dock into your port, night nurse.” He grinned and clambered over the bed.
She grabbed his erection and guided it into her hot, wet opening. Rochester closed his eyes and gave in to the sizzling furnace that engulfed him. For a woman her age, she was tight. She did well to keep herself in shape; he knew that from the first time he had seen her. His cock had never felt this good in a long time. He knew he wouldn’t hold on much longer, despite having blown his load into her mouth a short while ago.
“Oh, fuck me, Liam.” She cried out. “Fuck this little bitch to your cock’s content.”
“I am, baby, I am.” He grunted, hammering his hips hard against her and feeling his second orgasm building up steam.
“Oh, yes… baby, yes.” Della whimpered as the hot splash of his load triggered her own release.
She hugged his neck hard and shook as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her. She was a very sexual woman, the kind that demanded attention. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she intended to milk him of every drop that night. She squeezed him hard, siphoning his seed until she could feel his cock begin to recede. He grinned at her, panting and nuzzling her neck.
“I’m glad you could fit me into your tight schedule, night nurse.” Rochester whispered with a wink. “When can I make my next appointment?”
“Mondays and Thursdays would do fine, and if you’re good enough, I can throw in every alternate Saturday.”
“Oh, I’ll be good, I promise.”
Story 26
Todd Stellar tripped over a cord as he entered the set. A light flared and then tipped. Todd reached out to try to stop it from falling, but bumped into one of the tech’s backs. The guy turned and shoved Todd back. The light casing hit the concrete floor and burst like a bomb. Glass exploded out across the concrete and the plastic of the filter popped up into the air before drifting back down like a jagged piece of leaf.
People all around the set screamed out in surprise. Everyone turned and looked at Todd.
The director said, “Get out … You, get out. And cut. Reset. Hurry up before we go over budget and I murder someone. It’s a damn butter commercial. This should not be this hard.”
Todd backed away. His wife Stephanie spotted him and her eyes went wide. She was one of three buxom beauties in tiny bikinis on the set with a guy wearing some cross between a racing fire suit and something that Todd imagined Elvis or Liberachi wearing.
Stephanie covered her face and Todd felt ashamed.
He slinked back into one of the corridors under a set of empty stands. This set seemed to be one that was used for some talk or variety show when it wasn’t being used to film a commercial. It provided a dark place for Todd to hide after his major blunder. This was not how he wanted to celebrate his wife’s twenty-fifth birthday – ruining her commercial shoot. If he stayed hidden, maybe no one would connect her with him until they were already gone.
The director rubbed at his forehead. Todd saw that the man was older with hard lines to his jaw. Todd guessed under fifty with a permanent tan. His dark hair was teased up and then combed back in sculpted curls. His muscles stood out on his arms where his sleeves were pushed up. Todd was a bit heavy around the middle. Sitting in an office chair all day every day handling accounts had not done much for Todd. Stephanie worked out regularly as an actress. Todd really had no excuse. Being a director was not a job with heavy lifting involved, but this guy was muscled to the point that veins stood out through his skin. If he wasn’t calling cut, he looked like he could be a body-builder.
Make-up had come back onto the set as the crew swept up glass and hauled up another light.
The director shouted. “Get that all up. I don’t need the girls cutting their bare feet. That is the last thing we need. Don’t give me that look. Just do it. Triple check and sweep it again. Let’s go.”
The make-up team sprayed another layer of gelatin on the dude’s chest inside his open racing suit. It made him look sweaty and greasy. They dabbed moisture off the girls and smeared on golden accents to appear like tan in the sunlight. One of the girls wore a golden bikini. Another had a silver bikini. They were so narrow and showed so much tit and ass that Todd couldn’t imagine what channel would carry this commercial. His wife wore a stars and stripes bikini. She had a star over each nipple. Not very subtle at all. There was hardly enough material to put the red and blue stripes on.
Stephanie had long, dark hair. Her eyes were dark too. She had on smoky eyeliner that accented the deep, sultry look. Her full lips were painted blood red for the commercial. She was all tits, ass, and muscle.
Her tight curves again made Todd wonder why she had ever married a guy like him. He had gotten bigger since they got married three years earlier. She had gotten hotter. She was brand new to Los Angles right out of college. She rode a bus out to Hollywood with no prospects. Todd was ten years older than her. He had a steady job as an accountant and they ended up together before Stephanie really realized she could do better. She was better than he deserved. The sex was mind blowing, but he wasn’t sure he was always doing the same for her. Seeing her around hot actors every day worried him. He tried to double down on the oral to make up for what he lacked in manliness with extra enthusiasm. God knew he appreciated what he had in her.
Todd thought he might be the only guy in history that jerked off to thoughts of his own wife. Sometimes it was thinking about her with other men, but it was almost always her. He could not imagine a hotter woman in all the world.
One of the make-up girls was pointing at Stephanie’s chest and talking. Todd couldn’t hear what was being said on the set. Stephanie nodded. She reached down and pinched her nipples through the narrow material of the bikini top. She reached inside the cups and toyed at her bare nipples underneath. She straightened the top again and her nipples poked through the material hard and visible. That was the finishing touch apparently, Todd thought.
The light came back on and after the actors were reset, the director called, “Okay, quiet this time and I mean it, assholes. Places and roll. Action.”
The women pawed all over the actor. Stephanie’s hand traveled down the man’s sequined belly very near his crotch. Todd saw the fake stick of butter on the dish very near the man’s crotch like a bar of gold. It was angled out like it was meant to look like his golden cock. Todd couldn’t help but to imagine that this was on purpose.
The actor said in a deep, booming voice, “I only butter my buns with the very best – Holsom’s Best Real Butter. Nothing says America like Holsom’s Best. Melts evenly. Spreads perfectly.”
The girls ooed and ahhed as they pawed on him and
kicked up their feet. A wind machine lifted a white scarf in the air behind him and stirred the girls’ hair.
Todd whispered. “Oh, for God’s sake. The butter is actually named Holsom? Really?”
Todd stepped out of his hiding place and tiptoed up the hall to get back to the parking lot to wait on Stephanie. He bumped into a stack of scaffolding off to one side. A pile of loose pipes rolled loose and clattered across the floor behind him.
The director spewed out a string of curses that Todd was pretty sure were in at least three other languages besides English. He followed the curses by screaming. “Cut. Whoever that was this time, bring him to me so that I can cut off his balls.”
Todd ran up the hallway in the dark and rounded the corner. He made it to the exit door and hit the crash bar stumbling out into the bright, Los Angeles sunlight. He made his way around the building back to the parking lot.
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