Cramming his hardness into her mouth, the big man hissed: “Get me good and wet. Your ass sis gonna regret it if you don’t…”
Ellie’s response was a muffled; “mmmgh!”
Clenching his buttocks, the Governor thrust his hips forward, forcing more and more of his erection into Ellie’s mouth.
Her eyes widened in horror. Her throat bulged.
Just as she was starting to gag, the older man roughly pulled his cock from her mouth and let her draw a ragged gasp of oxygen into her lungs.
Coughing and spluttering, Ellie went limp.
The Governor slapped his wet cock against her cheek, leaving a smear of glistening saliva.
“Good work…”
Then he stepped behind her again.
Ellie struggled, kicking and writhing on the table as she felt his rough fingers prize apart her buttocks. It was useless – he’d used one hand to pin her wrists behind her back.
The Governor was stood between her spread thighs, safe from her kicking feet.
There was another ‘hauuughk’ and a burning glob of saliva splatted into the crack of her ass.
Something hard and unyielding pressed itself against her asshole. Ellie screamed.
The pressure increased. The slickness of the saliva forced Ellie’s anus open. With a guttural groan, the helpless student felt the swollen head of the Governor’s immense cock ‘pop’ through her sphincter and sink inexorably inside her.
“Oh, yeees!” The Governor groaned.
“Nooo!” Ellie wailed. “Oh Jesus!”
Her hips bucked, trying desperately to dislodge the Governor’s crow-bar cock. It just helped him sink deeper inside her, until his muscular hips were pressed hard against her tiny ass cheeks, and every inch of his immense erection was buried inside of her.
Ellie was gasping, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.
The Governor reached forward to grab a fistful of Ellie’s hair and wrenched her back into a c-shaped arch. She groaned, feeling his hardness sink even deeper inside of her.
“There, you little slut,” the Governor thrust inside her, “this is what my prison system is built on.”
There was a sweaty ‘smack’ as his hips slapped against her soft flesh. Ellie winced as he tightened his grip on her hair.
“Now then, bitch,” he tugged even harder on her hair, eliciting a very satisfying wail, “when I’m finished with you, you’re going to go back to Brooklyn and stay out of my business.”
With that, he released his grip on her hair and Ellie flopped roughly back onto the table.
“You said you wanted to know what the prison experience is, so here we go.”
And as she lay there panting, the Governor grabbed her hips and started fucking her in earnest.
“Aiiek!” That was the closest Ellie came to emitting recognizable words. “Aiii-ooow!”
The Governor hunched over her, gripping her narrow hips so hard that Ellie’s pale flesh bulged from between his fingers. He fucked her hard – withdrawing his long, throbbing cock almost all the way out of her spasming sphincter, before ramming it roughly in again, right up to his balls.
The room stank of sweat. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls. Ellie’s body was glistening with perspiration. It made her sweaty body slide back and forth on the desk, in time to The Governor’s rough thrusts.
The Governor’s thrusts grew faster.
“Ha!” Sweat dripped from The Governor’s brow onto Ellie’s flushed, sweaty back. “I’m nearly there!” He hammered his hips against her ass, reaming open Ellie’s tight backside.
“Oh God…” She moaned. “Oh, please, God…”
“When you’re within these prison walls,” the Governor grunted, “I am your God.” And then he fucked her harder, slamming into her deeply.
He grunted. Inside Ellie’s ass, she felt his immense cock swell and throb.
“Here it comes, you fucking slut,” The Governor grunted, pressing himself deep inside of her. The throbbing cock swelled to what seemed like twice its size.
“Ugh!” The Governor’s balls tightened. His cock spurted deep inside Ellie’s spasming ass. “That’s it, you slut! Take it!”
Ellie’s eyes widened.
She felt her backside fill with burning wetness.
“Oh, God!” Involuntarily, Ellie’s hips bucked, as she tried to dislodge his spurting cock from her ass – but that just allowed him to sink deeper inside of her.
“Ohhh… Fuuuck!”
Eventually, it was over.
With a satisfied sigh, the Governor pulled his softening dock from her plundered ass. Ellie’s sphincter released it with a ‘pop.’ It was followed by a deluge of cum.
There was a wet ‘slap’ as the Governor whacked her across her round buttocks with his heavy, flaccid dick.
“Now get your shit together,” the Governor sneered, watching his sperm bubble from her tortured bum and dribble down her thighs, “I want you off prison property within the hour.”
As Ellie slid off the desk onto the floor, the Governor looked down at her with scorn and disdain.
“I don’t expect to hear from you again,” he hissed. “Do your worst – but without proof, none of your allegations will matter.”
Ellie lay on her knees, gasping for breath.
But even as she listened to him sneer at her, there was a wry smile on her face.
Because she felt the comforting bulk of the tape recorder in her bra – and it was still recording…
Chapter Nineteen
The newspaper headline declared: “Governor Voorhees and Judge Oakes in Kids for Cash Scandal.”
The article was unequivocal:
“Today, a federal grand jury indicted Kingston Correctional Facility Governor Daniel Voorhees and County Court Judge Stephan Oakes on 48 charges including racketeering, fraud, money laundering, extortion, bribery, and federal tax violations in relation to their involvement in the infamous “Kids For Cash” sentencing scandal in upstate New York.”
Mike Trojan, sitting behind a glass screen in the visiting room of the Kingston Correctional Facility, stared at the newspaper article as Ellie Romanova held it up to the glass.
“Good,” the black man nodded as he read it. “Fucking good.”
Ellie pulled the newspaper down, and that allowed Mike to look at her through the glass.
It was three months later, and Ellie was looking bright and beautiful, with her hair straight and her makeup pristine. She was wearing a bright summer dress, and the front of it was bulging noticeably.
Mike Trojan picked up the telephone by the side of the glass screen and spoke to her through it.
“I gotta say,” he mused. “I’m surprised to see your pretty little ass back here. After what we did to you?”
Ellie looked at him through the glass.
“What you did to me resulted in two things I never even knew I wanted,” she explained. She held up the first; a gleaming bronze statue marked “UNY Marshall Prize for Investigative Journalism.
“I quit my major and went into journalism when I got back to college,” she explained. “And when I wrote up the story about this place, and the newspapers got hold of the tape recording…” She paused. “My life changed.”
Mike smiled wryly.
“I saw you on the TV, girl. You’re famous.”
“Well,” Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know about that.” But the truth was, she’d gotten a few freelance journalism gigs from her breaking story – and that, combined with the two million dollars Governor Voorhees had paid her to keep the other details of her story – her rape - out of the public eye, made her currently more financially stable than most young women her age had a right to be.
And that brought her onto the second thing her experience had given her.
She rubbed her swollen belly through the sundress.
Mike gulped.
“I-is that…?”
Ellie looked up and nodded.
“That day
s at the prison… I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.” She shrugged. “And I’m Russian Orthodox, so when this happened, there was no going back.”
She rubbed her belly.
“I’m excited. I was scared as hell at first, but now I’m excited at the thought.”
Mike whistled.
“Dayum…”
His eyes narrowed.
“Do you have any idea…”
“Who’s it is?” Ellie finished his sentence. “No. I have no idea what my baby will look like. Only that I’ll love it.” She gave Mike a thin smile. “Sometimes, the brightest moments in life come from some dark places.”
He nodded.
“Listen,” the black prisoner shrugged. “Malik and Zion got their convictions overturned because of what you did.” He shrugged. “Malik’s back in here already, of course – moron tried to steal a car. But it mattered, what you did. You made a difference.”
Ellie looked at him sternly.
“Well, that’s why I’m here to see you,” she said. “I want to make a difference to you, too.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she continued. “I don’t forgive you for what you did. But what you told me… About the how the system turns young men into criminals. Somebody needs to know about that – and not just from me. The world’s got enough self-righteous white people trying to solve other people’s problems.”
She leaned towards the glass.
“I want to write a book with you,” she said. “About all of this shit. If some of it comes from me, it’s going to hit the publishers and they’re going to talk about it. But if some of it comes from you, it’s going to mean something – and maybe we can make a difference.”
Mike whistled.
“Gee,” he blinked. “Nobody’s ever asked me to write a book before. In fact, nobody’s cared much about what I had to say about anything before.”
“Well, maybe that’s part of the reason you’re in here,” Ellie nodded. “And maybe if people start caring about what you’ve got to say, it’ll stop kids like Malik and Zion having their lives ruined by getting locked up in jail when they don’t deserve it.”
Mike nodded. He wiped his eye.
“I’m not crying,” he told her. “I just got something in my eye, you dig?”
“I dig,” Ellie nodded. “That’s why I’m here.”
She looked at him sternly.
“That day you guys did…. Did what you did to me. You wrapped me in a blanket afterwards and told me I couldn’t change what had happened, but I could make it worth it.”
She reached her hand out and pressed it against the glass.
“I can’t change what happened to you, Mike. I can’t change the circumstances that led to you winding up in jail for half your life. But maybe I can make it worth it to you – by giving you the power to stop it happening to other kids.”
Mike looked at her, and reached his own hand out; to press it against the image of hers. They were touching, separated only by a half-inch pane of toughened safety glass.
“Let’s do it,” he told her.
And they did.
The End
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Doctor Boehner peered down into Amy’s eyes. Then, he bent his head and kissed her on the lips.
Amy’s nostrils were filled with the scent of the doctor’s cologne. His lips were surprisingly soft. And… oh, fuck.
Her knees buckled. She swooned.
Chuckling, Doctor Boehner pulled his mouth away.
“So in return for providing your friend Sandra with a clean urine test,” he said seductively, “she provided me with a little something in return.” And with that, he used his grip on Amy’s wrist to move his hand up and down his crotch. “Although can you feel that through my pants? Perhaps it’s not such a little something after all.”
“W-what do you mean?” Amy asked nervously, although she was pretty sure she could guess.
“Get on your knees,” the Doctor purred, “and I’ll show you.”
And with that, Doctor Boehner put his hand on top of Amy’s head and pushed.
Amy didn’t know what to do. Her head swam. Like a robot, she found himself sinking down until her bare knees hit the linoleum and she found herself staring directly at the bulging front of Doctor Boehner’s suit pants.
“Open them up,” he ordered.
Hands trembling, Amy reached for the belt of the doctor’s pants.
She unbuckled it, and pulled open Doctor Boehner’s pants.
And then Amy gasped.
Underneath, wrapped tightly behind white cotton underpants, was a long, throbbing, cylinder of flesh.
“Pull them down, Amy,” Doctor Boehner ordered, running his messy, lotion-soaked hands through Amy’s short, blonde hair.
Shaking, Amy gripped the waistband of Doctor Boehner’s boxers and pulled them down.
“You see, Amy,” Doctor Boehner explained, stroking the beautiful athlete’s cheek as Amy knelt down in front of him, “I’m happily married and have a beautiful wife. But we all have urges, right? Don’t you have urges? And my wife can’t – or won’t – take care of them.”
Amy nodded. She was starting to understand what the doctor wanted – and she found herself strangely willing to provide it.
Biting her lip, Amy pulled down the doctor’s pants and underpants, until they bundled around his muscular, hairy legs. Pulling them down just an inch released the doctor’s enormous, bulging cock - which bounced out and slapped Amy right across the cheek.
“Oh, my!”
Amy’s nostrils were suddenly filled with a warm, musky smell. Heat emanated from Doctor Boehner’s crotch.
“Oh my God,” Amy lurched backwards; landing on her bare ass on the cold linoleum floors.
Gazing up at Doctor Boehner, her head swam.
Doctor Boehner had the biggest, hardest, most beautiful cock Amy had ever seen in her life – and, she was ashamed to admit, she’d seen more than a few.
“My eyes are up here, Amy,” Doctor Boehner purred. Amy looked upwards, at this handsome older man towering over her. The doctor smiled sexily, and stroked Amy’s cheek.
“Ssssh,” he held one finger from his other hand to Amy’s lips. “This has to be a secret. Nobody else can know about it.” The doctor shrugged. “I’d lose my license.”
Then, Doctor Boehner knelt down, until he was face-to-face with Amy.
“Can you keep a secret?”
Amy nodded.
Doctor Boehner leaned forward, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Good girl.” He stroked Amy’s toned, bare arm with one hand, leaving a smear of oil on it. “Now let’s get a look at you…”
His eyes dropped. Amy blushed as she r
ealized he was checking out her body with a hungry, lascivious gaze – like he wanted to devour her.
“So, my precious Amy,” Doctor Boehner purred, standing back up, “I’m more than willing to sign a doctor’s note clearing you to play on Saturday, and waive the bill for today’s visit… if…”
“If what?” Amy was still on her knees – staring directly level with Doctor Boehner’s impressive cock.
“If I fulfil your needs,” he purred, “you have to fulfil mine.”
Amy gulped. She looked upwards at the handsome doctor.
“Your needs?”
Doctor Boehner smiled, and ran a hand through Amy’s short blonde hair – and then tightened his grip.
“Aaah,” Amy twisted her head, trying to wriggle out of the grip the doctor had on a fistful of her hair.
“I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself on your knees in front of a guy, Amy,” Doctor Boehner purred. “You might look sweet and innocent, but I think we’ve disproven that already.”
Amy’s cheeks burned. That part was true enough. In fact, She’d had been in a similar spot just a few days ago, at another frat house party.
“So,” the doctor purred, “I imagine you know what I expect you to do.”
The doctor released his grip a little, so Amy could turn her head and once-again stare at the intimidatingly huge cock bobbing up and down in front of her.
“Come on, Amy,” Doctor Boehner hissed. “Sandra made this same ‘arrangement’ with me.” And then he pulled Amy’s head forward. “And don’t act all innocent. I felt how wet that pretty pussy of yours got when I was rubbing you. You know you want this as badly as I do.”
He tugged her hair. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Amy’s head was spinning.
It wasn’t just the weirdness of the situation – of being at the mercy of this handsome, older doctor and his big, beautiful dick. It was the fact that she was struggling to say no.
She was staring at this big, thick cock and her mouth was watering. She wanted to know how it tasted; how much she could fit into his mouth.
Amy had been so turned on while Doctor Boehner was rubbing her clitoris.
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