Bare Behind Bars / Isabella Gets Nailed / Stuck in the Window: 3 Stories of Interracial Infidelity in Dangerous Situations

by Felicity Fleming

  Ellie gulped, feeling herself utterly helpless in Ray’s strong grip.

  “W-what about me?” She stammered.

  And that’s when she got scared.

  Mike leered at her, and licked his lips.

  “Well, you’re stuck in here with us for quite a while.”

  And then Ellie felt something repellent. The wet, rough sensation of Ray licking her cheek.

  “Yeah… And most of us haven’t seen a pretty little thing like you in years.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Oh God, oh God,” Ellie sobbed, as she hung helplessly in Ray’s grips. “Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.”

  And to her horror, she saw that the six prisoners were looking up at her, and started to creep towards her like predators circling their helpless prey.

  “Awww, we’re not gonna hurt you,” Ray leered, licking the tears from Ellie’s cheek. “We gonna make you feel good.”

  “We’re all gonna make you feel good,” Mike nodded, and he reached up and grabbed Ellie’s tiny breasts through the thin material of her blouse.

  “Unnnngh,” she turned her head away, so she didn’t have to look at him. “Please. Please, don’t do this.”

  Mike laughed.

  “Let the bitch go, Ray,” he told her, and the big man holding her did.

  Screaming, Ellie backed away from them and scurried into the corner, clutching her aching tits, where Mike had squeezed them.

  She looked at the approaching semi-circle of prisoners with terror – feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

  “W-what are you going to do to me?” She stammered.

  “Aww, baby,” Malik grinned. “It’s not what we’re gonna do to you.”

  “Yeah,” added his brother. “It’s what you’re gonna do for us.”

  Ellie backed further into the corner.

  “W-what do you mean?” she screamed. “Leave me alone!”

  Mike stepped into the center of the fray.

  “Listen, bitch,” he told her, and his voice was stern enough to make Ellie freeze. “You picked the wrong day to visit prison.” He jerked his thumb towards the locked door. “There’s a prison riot going on out there – and if one those dirty animals got ahold of you, they’d tear that sexy little ass of yours to shreds.”

  “Yeah,” Malik nodded. “Man, last week they raped a new inmate – a skinny little guy – so badly he wound up in the infirmary.”

  “If we let them get ahold of you, you’d end up raped, and murdered, and skinned or chopped up.”

  “And if you’re lucky, in that order,” Ray added.

  “So we’re gonna look out for you, Princess. But in return, you’ve gotta look out for us.”

  “W-what do you mean?” Ellie stammered.

  “We’re the good guys,” Ray purred menacingly. “The non-violent offenders, remember?”

  “Yeah, we’re gonna treat you real nice,” Mike continued. “But remember, we’re still guys who haven’t had a woman in five, six years or more.”

  Ellie gulped.

  “So we’re gonna have you,” Mike warned. “We’re all stuck here together for the next few hours, or days, and you’d better fucking believe we’re gonna make use of them.”

  “Just think of it as part of your dissertation,” Ray nodded. “This answers the question of whether or not incarceration causes non-violent offenders to commit crimes.”

  “’Cos it does,” Mike was approaching Ellie menacingly now. “Before I got locked up, you think I’d force myself on a woman? Hell no.” And then he was grabbing her – pinning her to the wall and forcing his mouth over hers.

  “But after five years in prison?” He kissed her forcefully – invading her mouth with his rough tongue. “The prison system made me do this…”

  Chapter Nine

  Suddenly they were all over her.

  Ellie couldn’t scream, because Mike’s tongue was in her mouth. Malik and Zion grabbed her wrists, and stretched her arms out until she was almost hanging off the floor. Andre grabbed the front of her blouse with one of his enormous hands and with a riiiiip tore it clean off of her.

  “Nooooo!” Ellie screamed and squirmed and struggled, as she was lifted clean into the air. “Help me! Help me!”

  And then they carried her over to the table, where her laptop and tape recorder was, and threw her down on it.

  “Oh, God, no,” Ellie wailed, as Mike tore off her bra, revealing her tiny breasts and little pink nipples. “Don’t do this! Please! Please!” And as she wailed, Malik and Zion grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down.

  Moments later the tiny girl was naked on the table – pinned down and totally helpless.

  “Me first!” Malik was already unzipping his orange coveralls. “Me first!”

  “No, fucker! It’s my turn!”

  “Wait!” Mike’s voice was like a gunshot, and it made the whole room silent.

  Suddenly all Ellie could hear was her own ragged breathing, as she lay naked on the table; pinned there by the five strong prisoners.

  “Yo, you listening, bitch?” Mike sneered, and looked down at Ellie from above.

  “Please,” she stammered. “Please… Please….”

  “Listen,” Mike told her, and cupped one of her tiny breasts as he did so. “We’re not animals. We’re not going to just fucking rape you on the table…”

  “We’re not?” Vladimir asked. Mike ignored him.

  “But the fact is, bitch, that you’re in a bad situation here, or a worse situation out there.” He jerked his finger towards the door. “And if you want us to protect you, and keep you safe, you’re gonna have to do a little something for us in return.”

  And as he said that, he unzipped the front of his orange jumpsuit, slipped it down around his waist, and wrestled out his massive, black cock.

  Ellie gasped as she saw it.

  It was impossibly huge – and enormous black anaconda the length and thickness of her forearm. Half hard, Mike was stroking it as he looked the helpless, naked girl up and down.

  “D’you catch my drift, bitch?” He asked.

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes.

  This was going to happen, she realized. There was no way of talking her way out of it. Nobody was going to come and rescue her. She was about to get fucked by all six of these dangerous, dirty criminals.

  “So how’s about it?” Mike was in her face again, close enough that she could smell his hot breath on her. “How about you make me and my boys here feel good?”

  She didn’t say “no” this time. She just looked up at the dark, scary looking man pinning her to the table.

  “Even the Governor knows that if he’s lucky enough to get you back alive, you’re going to be one well-fucked little filly.” Mike leered.

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

  But she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and looked Mike square in the face.

  “O-okay,” she stammered.

  Mike licked his lips. Then he leaned forward and kissed her again, hard on the mouth.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Chapter Ten

  As Ellie lay pinned to the table, she heard the sound of zips being pulled down, and the rustle of coveralls and jumpsuits being removed.

  She lifted her head. The six prisoners were tearing off their clothes.

  She smelt a wall of man-funk – sweat and musk and grime and dirt. It made her head swoon.

  The six prisoners didn’t seem to give a thought to being naked in front of each other – that must be what years of communal showers resulted in. In just a few minutes they were all down to their bare foot, and Ellie saw in one moment more penises than she’d seen throughout her entire dating career.

  She shuddered.

  Malik and Zion were skinny black kids, with half-hard cocks that swung almost down to their knees. Vladimir was stocky and muscular, covered with intricate Russian
mafia gang tattoos. Mike was ripped and muscular, looking like an NBA player. And then there was Ray – pale, and podgy, like a middle-aged dad.

  And then there was Andre.

  The huge black man looked like Michael Clarke Duncan – the impossibly huge actor from The Green Mile. He was muscled, but bulky – and swinging from between his legs was the largest cock Ellie could even imagine. It was monstrous – like an elephant’s trunk, with two ostrich-egg-sized balls hanging behind it.

  She whimpered.

  “Okay,” Mike was rounding the table, and stepping between Ellie’s legs. Malik and Zion each had one of her ankles, and were stretching her thighs wide. “I haven’t had a taste of pussy in years.”

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes as Mike knelt at the edge of the table. Then she felt his hot breath on her bare thighs, rustling her pubic hair.

  She bit her lip.

  And then she felt it.

  A hot, wet, rasping tongue between her legs. Mike’s hot, calloused hands gripped her thighs and his tongue parted the lips of her pussy, licking all the way up from the crack of her ass to her clitoris.

  “Unnnngh,” Ellie struggled, but the prisoners were holding her down too tightly.

  “Mmmm,” Mike lifted his head and licked his lips. “You taste good, girl.” And then he opened his mouth and started devouring her again.

  His thick tongue sunk into her pussy, and then he sucked and swirled his tongue against her clitoris. Ellie’s breath deepened. She hated herself for it, but her body was responding to the stimulation. Her tiny pink nipples were getting hard, and she felt herself growing wet.

  “Mmmmm,” Mike continued licking. “Mmmm, I can taste you, girl.” And then, to Ellie’s embarrassment, he pressed two fingers against her tightly-clenched little pussy, and slowly pushed them in.

  “Oooooh,” Ellie arched her back, as she felt herself stretched and filled by Mike’s thick fingers. Malik and Zion struggled to hold her down on the table.

  “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Malik grinned.

  They held her down as Mike licked and sucked her clit, and fucked her with his fingers. It was driving her crazy. She squeezed shut her eyes and moaned as she felt the big man curl his fingers inside her, and simultaneously massage her g-spot as he licked and sucked her clitoris.

  “Hnnngh,” Ellie gasped. “Hhhngh!” And then he mouth hung open in a silent cry as Mike made her body respond even more forcefully.

  She felt horrible. He was actually making her aroused. In fact, if he kept that up…

  “Unnnngh,” Ellie writhed, and struggled, and kicked back against Malik and Zion, as they held her to the table.

  And then she came.

  Mike’s slathering tongue and thick fingers coaxed her to an involuntary orgasm made her whole body shudder. Her pussy gushed into Mike’s face, and he drank it up as he continued licking, and sucking, and fingering her.

  “Dayum!” Malik and Zion were watching in amazement. “She’s fucking cumming, man!”

  “Aww, yeah,” as Ellie’s body finally stopped flopping, Mike lifted his head from between her thighs, wiping her dripping juices from her chin. “That’s the stuff, bitch.”

  And then he was shuffling between her legs, grabbing the base of his swollen cock with one hand and nuzzling the head between the lips of her glistening pussy. “Always best to warm the oven before you stick the meat in.”

  Ellie looked up at this dark, menacing figure standing between her outstretched legs, and then she groaned as she felt him thrust.

  The mixture of saliva and her own, reluctant arousal meant that Mike’s hard, thick cock penetrated her easily. Like blossoming flower, her pussy opened up and accepted the swollen head of his dick – thicker and wider than any she’d had in her before.

  “Oooooh, noooo,” Ellie wailed, as she felt herself stretched, and filled.

  “Fuuuck,” Mike grabbed one of Ellie’s tiny tits in each hand, and squeezed them. “Damn, girl. You’re tight.” And then he was buried all the way inside her, right to the balls.

  “Oh, God, no,” Ellie wailed, as Mike started to fuck her.

  The rickety table creaked as it rocked back and forth, in time with each of Mike’s thrusts. Ellie lay pinned to it by Malik and Zion – helpless as Mike’s thick cock moved slickly in and out of her.

  It was an awkward position – Mike’s muscular hips were grinding against Ellie’s clitoris, and each upward thrust of his hips made his big cock rub against her g-spot. Every thrust made her body respond more; growing wetter and wetter, and making her breath ragged and more desperate.

  “Fuck, man,” Malik grinned, peering down into Ellie’s glazed expression. “I think you’re gonna make the bitch cum again.”

  “Fuck yeah I am,” Mike grunted, as he fucked her. “Couldn’t you tell this stuck up bitch just needed a good fucking the moment you saw her?”

  “Well, me next, okay?”

  “Wait, I’m next!” Zion snapped.

  “What about me?” Vladamir was standing behind them, stroking his thick, pale cock.

  As they argued, the pale and podgy Ray Slater moved around to the head of the table, where Ellie’s head was practically hanging off.

  Gently, he gripped her head, and the half-conscious girl’s face turned to him.

  She whimpered.

  Lying there on the table, Ellie’s face was directly crotch-level with Ray – and he was presenting his modestly-sized cock to her expectantly.

  “Open up,” Ray ordered, and when she didn’t, he gripped her jaw and forced his thumb into her mouth, cranking open her jaw. “C’mon,” he ordered.

  And Ellie – body responding in all sorts of unanticipated ways – surrendered.

  She opened her mouth wide, and let Ray sink his throbbing cock inside it.

  Chapter Eleven

  And so Ellie found herself flat on her back, being fucked roughly by Mike, while Raymond Slater fucked her face.

  And that’s pretty much all it was. Ellie wasn’t a sexually experienced girl, and the handful of blowjobs she’d given had been reluctant and short. In her present circumstances, all she could do was open her mouth wide and let Raymond plunge his cock inside it.

  Which he was doing enthusiastically. Ellie’s nostrils flared as she struggled to breath.

  Between her legs, Mike was thrusting faster and faster.

  “Awww, fuck, I’m gonna bust my nut,” he groaned, and squeezed Ellie’s tiny tits so hard she cried.

  She felt Mike’s thick cock swell inside of her, growing thicker and stretching her further. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about what was going to happen next.

  And then it happened.

  “Awww, shit!” Mike’s cock swelled, and throbbed, and he sunk it as deeply inside Ellie as he could; a heartbeat before it started spurting hot wetness deep inside her.

  Each jet of burning cum landed on her g-spot, and Ellie’s body responded with a mini-orgasm, even as her mind railed at the consequences.

  Ellie didn’t have a boyfriend. She wasn’t on the pill. This big, black brute was cumming inside her fertile pussy without a single thought for the consequences.

  But by then it was too late.

  With a satisfied groan, Mike slumped over Ellie’s naked body, and sucked on one of her pert, pink nipples.

  “Aww, shit, girl,” he groaned, finally straightening up. “I haven’t bust my nut in a girl for years.” He pulled his softening cock from Ellie’s tight pussy, and it was followed by a gush of cum that ran in hot rivulets down the crack of her ass.

  “Aw shit, me next, me next,” Malik cried.

  “No me, me!” Zion snapped back.

  “Hey,” a deep, booming voice. “What about me?” Andre took a step forward, and his shadow fell across Ellie’s naked body.

  “Aww, hell no, big fella,” Mike shook his head, as he stepped back from between Ellie’s legs. “With that monster of yours? You’ll tear the girl in half.”

  “Yeah, you go las
t, bro,” Malik nodded. “Otherwise pencil-dicks like Ray over there won’t be able to feel shit.”

  If Ray was offended by the “pencil dick” comment, he didn’t show it. Perhaps because he was balls-deep in Ellie’s softly sucking mouth, while the rest of the prisoners were standing there literally with their dicks hanging out.

  “I’m next,” and Vladimir was big enough and menacing enough to elbow Malik and Zion out of the way, and step between Ellie’s spread-eagled thighs.

  The two black kids grabbed her wrists and ankles again, and pinned Ellie down as Vladimir grabbed the root of his thick, white dick and positioned it at the entrance to her freshly-fucked pussy.

  It sunk in like a hot knife through butter – inch by inch until the Russian was balls deep inside the tiny woman.

  “Mmmmmmph!” Ellie wailed, around the dick lodged in her mouth. “Mmmmmph!”

  But Vladimir wasn’t listening. He just started thrusting.

  The table began to rock again, back and forth, as the menacing Russian fucked the slender girl.

  This time, though, he hooked his elbows under Ellie’s knees, and bent her legs back – practically folding her in half. She groaned, as that allowed Vladimir to sink even deeper inside of her, and stretch and fill her in new and stimulating ways.

  “I have not had a little Russian girl since I left Moscow,” Vladimir grunted, sweat dripping off his brow into Ellie’s face. “Your pussy is nice and tight.”

  “Mmmph,” Ellie cried, struggling to breath around the cock in her mouth.

  For a moment there was silence in the room, except for the creaking of the table and the grunting of the rutting men. Ellie was being jerked back and forth – impaled on Vladimir’s enormous cock one second, then thrust forward and struggling to breathe as Raymond’s cock slipped into her throat the next.

  Eventually, though, Raymond’s big hands curled around Ellie’s small head and he held her steady; allowing his cock to slip deeper in and out of her throat.