by Laisha Lax
“Are you ready to get pregnant?” he said, anticipating the orgasm.
“Yes, daddy! Make me a baby! Please daddy, make a baby!” To my own surprise, I yelled as loud as possible.
He grabbed my hips and he shoved his cock once more and held it there briefly. Then he pushed again, and kept it there, as if he was accumulating energy to unload the seed in me. After a moment, he continued to push like an animal and then he growled like an animal, unloading his seed deep in me. I felt streams of cum hitting my inner walls and I moaned as I felt that he just made me pregnant.
He pulled his cock out and sat in the chair where I was sitting before he pushed he on the table. He grabbed my hand again and I pulled me back in his lap. I fell on him and I spontaneously warped my hands around him.
“Thank you daddy for saving my butt,” I said.
“Always honey, now you will be free,” he said.
“Mom will never know that you impregnated me.”
“I’m not anymore with your mommy,” he said.
I smiled and leaned on his torso. I was very lucky girl and I was very surprised when I noticed that my pride was gone. The fact that he forced me seemed as the best thing that happened. I was about to be free, and I finally fucked daddy and he finally fulfilled his much desired fantasy.
“However, you’ll have to spend two nights in a prison until I arrange everything for you,” he said. That wasn’t that bad after all, but I didn’t like that fact. He rushed out of room and said that in ten minutes the guards will be there to pick me up and escort me to the prison.
“Two nights? I can do that,” I said out loud on his way out, but he didn’t turn back.
***
It was second night behind bars. I stared at the grey ceiling, counting little black dots that incurred after moisture had been drained out.
Insomnia threatened to accompany me again. Thoughts about my innocence, followed by the anger and indignation, made my eyes wide open. If I’d close them, pictures of the destroyed future would appear together with the anger in my chest that would overwhelm me. Because of one mistake I’m here, but at least I’m going out tomorrow thanks to my daddy. It was easier to have eyes opened then to face ripping emotions.
But I was only trying to be a good friend, I murmured to myself reflecting a day I was arrested, banging the bed with the clenched fist. Drumming of a nightstick against the iron bars interrupted my contemplation. I sighed.
“Are you ready?” Jake, a sexy white security guard asked. He was very well built and he had that confidence in knowing that he has power to do whatever he wanted.
“No, I’m not ready nor will I ever be,” I answered in wrath. I was irritated and annoyed by his indulgence in power over my.
“Oh, you quit smoking?” he grinned.
“No.”
“C’mon, I know you want it,” he repeated. The next thing I heard was the lighter firing up a cigarette. He blew the smoke in my humble cell.
“You haven’t been smoking for two days, I know you’re dying for a smoke,” he laughed.
“Why are you torturing me? Why can’t I pay you for smokes like others do?”
“Because others aren’t as beautiful as you are, others don’t have such a big boobs and tight waist, and others don’t have those puffy lips that provide best blowjobs in the world. Also, I love little young black girls, just turns me on in a very special way.”
I wasn’t flattered at all. It meant nothing for me to be Miss Prison when I wanted to be at least Miss California. But I needed cigarettes, not only because that was one of the rare things that I could enjoy, but also because cigarettes were currency of trade in the prison.
“I’ll give you a pack if you let me to cum in your mouth,” he said, smiling.
“Yeah, whole pack of ‘em?” I raised my head, widening my eyes with a slight misbelieve. I heard the zipper triggering down. I looked once more and saw handsome officer pulling his huge cock out and slowly jerking it off as it was getting bigger and harder.
“I’m waiting,” he said, filling my room with a dense cigarette smoke. I sighed again and rose from my bad. Actually, I found him quite attractive. He was in good shape for an older guy and he had that square-military type of face. However, I hated when someone enjoyed power over my. His attitude drove me in madness because when I had thought that my life couldn’t be worse, he came to humiliate my by asking for blowjobs in exchange for cigarettes.
I slowly walked towards him and grin on his face was getting wider with every step that I made. Half way to him, I hesitated, rethinking was it worth to humiliate herself and feel like a slut once again just to get that box of cigarettes. Then the scenes of previous attacks crossed my mind and I doubted no more.
When I came closer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bars. I almost hit the iron bar with my head, but I managed to control my head. He pressed my shoulder downward, forcing me to fall on my knees.
“Here’s a lipstick, you know what you have to do first,” he passed my bright red lipstick. That was ritual and how he wanted his blowjob to be served. He was aroused when I would leave traces of the lipstick on his cock. I took it and applied it plumping my lips. Lipstick accentuated the sensuality of my soft lips. Then he grabbed the handful of my hair and pulled my head towards his cock.
“Kiss my cock you little slut,” he said. I knew how he liked it and what I had to do. Everything started with praising the top of his cock with my tongue and lips.
I leaned forwards and softly brushed to top of his erected cock. It was big and already hard like a rock. Then I kissed his cock, looking him directly in his eyes. The grin over his face was still there. My hand held his big swollen balls while I kissed it few times more. He wanted to feel that his cock had a special treatment from a young black girl.
I’s tongue spiraled around his top and then I sucked his cock in my mouth in one decisive maneuver. He had to feel as if I was dying to suck it. That feeling gave him the real power, no matter of the fact that I was doing it only to get cigarettes. With both hands, he grabbed each side of my head and forced my to deep throat his cock. Gentle was a foreign word to him. Once his cock was in my mouth, he started throbbing my faster and harder. He was fucking my face all the way down the bottom of my throat until I started to gag, but that didn’t stop him. He choked my with his cock by holding it still deep in my throat. Then, when I coughed, his cock was squeezed in a special way that provided him much of delightful pleasure.
“Spit on it,” he ordered.
I obeyed and I launched the ball of saliva mixed with the cum all over his cock. The mixture dripped off his cock all over my face and he thrust his cock once more deep down my throat. I had to open my mouth wide so he could force the full length of his cock down my throat. My nose touched his pubic hair as I suffocated over the thick manhood of a police officer that used his power. Few tears fell down, and he grabbed his cock and smeared the tears with other liquids all over my face. Lipstick was spread around my mouth and he outlined my lips with the top of his cock.
“Jerk it, it’s time to shoot some cum in your face,” he said.
“Already?” I smiled.
“It’s been a while since the last time you did this,” he said.
I grabbed his cock and started jerking it faster and faster while applying much force to it, my tongue played with the top of his cock like a snake. Occasionally I sucked his balls into my mouth, immersing my face underneath his cock. Officer then grabbed the back of his head and thrust his cock once more, removed it back out of my throat and unloaded the cum all over my face. He grabbed his cock and picked up the cum that was all over my face and dragged it to my mouth. I then continued to suck his cock while the sweat dripped down over me. He jerked it few more times just to shake last drops of cum in my mouth. Officer slapped my face with his cock and that would be the mark that they were done with the blowjob session.
“You were great,” he said, throwing the packsof cigarette inside of th
e cell. “There you go, you’ve heard it,” he said. “See you soon.” Officer unzipped his pants and walked away as if nothing had happen.
I grabbed the little towel and washed my face. I felt like a complete dirty slut without an ounce of dignity. But I had cigarettes. And soon enough, I lit up one to relax. That bastard was useful after all. After two more cigarettes I fell asleep.
The next night I was counting little black dots again. I was wondering how in any given moment I should be out of prison. I was smoking a cigarette. I wasn’t under much risk of being attacked since I was isolated from others. Having cigarettes to help my ease strained nerves was a luxury worth of giving a blowjob. With them, I’d sleep like a baby.
The sound of drumming woke me up from sleep. The officer would never visit my in a two subsequent nights so I wondered why he came again.
“I don’t need cigarettes, thank you,” I murmured while still in half-sleep.
“Wake up, I have something important for you,” he said.
“I’m not blowing you again,” I said.
“No, I have something that could set you free,” he said, with a dose of concern.
His words surprised my even more. I moved in upward position. “What are you talking about?”
“I have a warrant that you can go, but I’d like to do something first.”
“What do you want?”
“Well, we could continue where we stopped tomorrow.”
“I’d have to blow you, right?” I almost yelled.
“No,” he chuckled again.
“Will have to play the ‘Impregnation Game’,” he said, unlocking his belt.
“What’s an ‘Impregnation Game’?” I asked fearfully, it didn’t sounded too good.
“It’s the game where I’ll fuck you and then I’ll cum deep in your pussy, meaning that I might impregnate you, if my seed unloads deep enough.”
“You sick fuck!” I banged on the bed.
“Do you want to get out or not?”
“Holy fuck. You’re really sick bastard!”
“Now, now, you wouldn’t want to insult me. Otherwise, these warrant will be ‘lost’ in trash, and you don’t want that, right? Spending another few days here?” he said. Then he unzipped his pants and threw me a lipstick on my bed. “Get ready, and get naked!”
I wasn’t flattered as he hopped I would be. I still had the truth on my mind – I was doing that because I wanted to, but because I wanted to save my ass. After only few days I was sick of prison and hope in a shape of his cock appeared in front of my. Instead of spending following days in prison, I’d be out .. Only thing was – I had to let him cum in my pussy. Total humiliation or total freedom? I grabbed the lipstick and applied it on my lips. Was the freedom worth of losing innocence in prison? I’m trading innocence of one kind to prove my innocence?
“Can I give you a blowjob? Like I would give your blow every day until I come out? How that sounds?”
“Blowjob is not enough. Get naked I said.”
“Fuck you!” I screamed.
“There no way out,” he said. His massive cock fell out of his pants.
“You have two choices,” he said. “You can relax and go with the flow or be forced to fuck me.” I sat on my bad, looking with fear but knowing that taking his cock could set my free. Yet, I didn’t want to just spread my legs.
“No fucking way you asshole!” I said.
“Fucking way is the only way, young lady,” he grinned again.
He unlocked the cell and entered it. I turned the back to him.
“Don’t try anything funny, there’s no point,” he warned.
“Fuck you!”
He came from my back and silenced my with his mighty hand, covering my mouth.
“This is going to happen, there is no way out.”
He grabbed my wrist with one hand and black, curly hair with another, and pulled my against the bed. For few seconds noting happened, he simply enjoyed the dominance. I moved head away as a big cock was getting closer to my mouth.
“Kiss my balls!” he ordered and smacked my head against his crouch.
In tears, my tongue swiped the underside of his cock and then the top of my tongue played with sensitive, swollen balls. As I scrambled, he straddled my back, grabbed a handful of that wonderfully long, black curly hair that had just finished teasing his thighs to such a good effect. He tore my cloths and panties off by brute force while I writhed around. I froze. It would have been easier if I’d relaxed, but I didn’t. I grunted in protest.
He smacked my face. And then I started sucking, hard, keeping the seal with relaxed lip, I sucked harder and harder ‘til the tip of his cock popped suddenly into my lips and my warm, wet hungry mouth enveloped him as my lips slid downwards. He pushed along the roof of my mouth and into my throat while he held my chin with the top of his fingers. Gust of breath exploded out of him. I released my grip on his cock, and I could keep going down to the point where lips clamped round the base of his cock, nose crushed into pubes, he felt very firmly that there was nowhere further to go. Then I started pulling back, inhaling breath desperately into burning lungs.
Even though I wanted to resist, I was to experiencing pleasure. My hands grabbed his butt, and he could feel my cheek against his throbbing cock. My hair ticked his balls and his thighs. I gripped and squeezed his buttocks in even rhythm while his cock was throbbing down my throat. My fingers slid between his legs, and he bent his knees so I could reach his cock with an ease. I opened my lips and leaned into the ecstatic thrust I triggered.
I pulled back again and then my other hand re-appeared on his butt and pushed him hard forward into next thrust. I rocked him backwards and forwards like as if I was in charge, while he slipped in and out of that warm, wet, sucking hole. Then I pulled him out and grabbed his cock.
“Suck it you little slut,” he said.
He felt as if he could continue forever; thrusting into that sucking mouth, tongue flickering, around his cock, lapping, teasing. He could feel his arms and shoulder beginning to tire pleasantly as his did. His buttocks clenched, eyes wide open, he smiled.
My eyes were in sudden tears. He didn’t understand whether I was crying from pleasure or because I still resisted my faith. I clenched my eyes, threw my head back and moaned. I started to enjoy the payback. He gasped back air into his lungs and growled in pleasure.
“I will fuck you know,” he grinned.
My eyes were rolling and I was truly terrified. Despite the intervals I felt, I still didn’t feel as I had to fuck him. Yet, I wasn’t in position to know better or argue.
He ripped my hanging bra with one firm move. I was naked. My breathing became even more frantic and he paused to squeeze and admire my voluptuous breasts that were disproportional to my tight waist. Tears flowed freely down my cheek as I let out few moans pleadingly though my nose. He let out animal like snort. I didn’t know whether to resist or let it go. I wanted to do the both. My pussy was wet, and in the same time my heart protested with tears.
“Can I suck more of you cock please, I just started to enjoy,” I said, partially because it was the truth, partially to postpone losing my virginity.
He leaned on me, kissed and touched my face. I was not in the mood for being romantic, and he wanted action straight away. My pussy was drowning in juiciest sweat and his cock was already rock hard and I hastily jerked it out, observing swollen vein that were intervening though his cock like a web. It was around ten inch. Much bigger compared to any cock I ever saw in porn movies. I jerked it off few times. My heart raced while holding his meaty cock, and my mouth was filled with saliva as if I saw something unbearably tasty, now, I really wanted his cock in my mouth.
He pushed his face away. Locked his eyes I slowly kneeled down. His cock was in line with my eyes again. I placed the top in my mouth and gently spiraled my tongue around it, I wanted to feel control now, and I could feel on my lips how blood was pumping through his pulsating cock. I moved him deeper inside, still playi
ng with my tongue as far as I could. As I pulled it out, saliva was dripping down my mouth. I gave him a naughtiest look and I rammed fingers into my wet pussy. The electric blast that swooped though my body made my hungrier and wilder for his cock. I throbbed my head with massive meaty cock while he moaned like a animal. Then I grabbed him by his balls and played with it. They were full of cum that I wanted to taste. His balls were rock hard as if they couldn’t hold on anymore, like they have to explode and release rivers of cum. I pulled his cock back in my mouth and pushed it deep down in my throat. It got stuck inside and I started to suffocate. I felt sweetest pain between the urge to take another breath and keep his cock locked behind my vocal chords.
Few seconds later, I finally pulled it out leaving a long trail of sperm and saliva between the mouth and cock. I inhaled. I wanted more, but I was scared. I wanted to shovel the whole length of it. I tilted my head to capture his cock with my mouth, but then he grabbed my head with both of his hands and thrust his cock in my face. He started to face-fuck my. Huge, vast cock was ripping my mouth. My nose touched my belly and his balls slapped my chin. I loved how his cock was getting stuck in my throat. I screamed and my throat muscles squeezed his cock, making it even harder than it was. I felt cum dripping out of it, flowing down my larynx. I was chocking and my head was shaking. I was thrilled. I was wet. I was shivering.