She sat in the waiting room at A&E, bored, her right thumb painful from a deep cut gotten whilst chopping chanterelles at work. Blood in the parsley. Sudden shock and the day was diverted from its usual path hunting up a second Michelin Star, to sitting here by the water cooler in a crowded room full of other people who had also met with accidents that day.
Three hours she had been here. Could easily be three more the way it was going. A guy walked up to the water cooler. He was heavily tattoed, brawny, and handcuffed to a female prison guard. She tried not to stare as between them they negotiated the plastic cup and the chilled water, linked as they were. She wondered what he was in for and what he was temporarily out for to get fixed at the hospital. The odd couple found their seats and he began to moan about this and that to the guard. How long it was taking to be seen. That it was hot in here. Both true. She tried to tune out and stare at nothing in particular as the time dragged by.
After a while another guard came in, fifties, grey, thinning hair but with a glint of something in his eyes. He was followed by a six foot, broad shouldered guy who was some kind of prison official but not a guard. They sat together with the female guard and her prisoners all of them chatting amiably enough as they arranged for a shift change.
The female guard unhandcuffed herself and left. The three guys were left. The boredom was suffocating. Her thumb ached. Her mind began to wander....maybe that was why she cut her thumb in the first place, looking a little too closely at the beads of sweat forming on her colleague's forehead as he worked the dough in that hot kitchen. Now she was doing it again. Why was she so horny all the time just lately?! Already she could see the images forming in her mind, bored in this waiting room, her and those three guys, someone pinned up against the wall of the shower, three hungry guys, two captors and their prisoner equalled in lust as they pounded away in turn.....her body raw, her mind reeling at the smell and the taste of them ... |
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It was hot in the waiting room. Someone sitting just outside fainted and nurses started running to help. She stood up, broken from her filthy thoughts by the emergency ... She got water from the cooler and stared idly at the drama. She sat down again and drank from the cold plastic cup, noticing as she did that the prison guard cuffed to the prisoner was staring at her. Staring lazily with the slightest of smirks on his face. She wasn't known for having a poker face so perhaps he had seen her expression earlier and guessed. She stared back impassively for a few seconds and then smiled just enough to entice him.
Looking away and out of the window at the warm summer sky, she began to plot a narrative around something she'd always wanted to see. Imagine the prisoner sees the guard watching me and guesses, she thought. You can't fuck her unless you take me too, whispers the prisoner...and then what you gonna do to make me keep my mouth shut? I tell you what, you bend over for me too when you're done bending her over for you. Then we both got something we need keeping secret.
This loose and ludicrous scenario, the mental equivalent of the bit in a porno where the guy turns up to fix the fridge, now done with, the three of them are all in a convenient closet together and the guard pushes her down into a pile of towels waiting to be washed, and he puts his eager cock inside her and fucks her as hard as he can, one hand in her hair and the other gripping her buttocks as he hisses into her ear, urging her to beg for mercy, pulling his cock right out and urging her to beg for more. He comes in a greedy rush, lost in his own filthy lust, and straightens up, suddenly embarrassed and nervous now that he has dumped his sperm inside her...
Ah ahh not so fast says the prisoner, suddenly taking the guard by the throat when he is still getting the aftershocks from his massive cum dump. Clean the lady like a good boy. Open your legs wider darlin' - let the guard taste his load as it runs down your legs and into those pretty panties ... |
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She stared back for a few seconds and then through and past them as the narrative took ever more obscene turns... The prisoner forces the guard to get down on the floor and lick up the white sauce he has delivered and she feels him splutter suddenly against her dripping cunt... The prisoner has just taken the guard's virgin arse with the end of a broom handle. No lube. Just one well aimed, angry thrust. Didn't say what I'd do once I got you bent over he drawls, suddenly free, still cuffed... Unlock me or I'll push this broom handle all the way in. And then she remembers that she has left the third guy out of this equation. Prisoner guy slips out of the door and comes back five minutes later conveniently wielding a scalpel ... She is bored with them now... They leave and the hot third guy comes to look for them but the prisoner has fucked off taking the guard with them... The third guy finds her and assumes she was a hostage as she is sporting crazy rag doll sex hair, has hot red hand prints still glowing on her spanked buttocks, and has cum oozing slowly from her swollen cunt lips.
He should help, but she is hot. And then she turns to face him and grins the sexiest of grins and he sees that she was a willing participant in the escape of his prisoner ... What can I say, she asks... I was bored and it is hot and you have wood... I can see it... She rolls onto her back and raises her leg up until her foot comes to rest against the hot bulge of his cock, still battoned down under his flies... She curls her painted toes against the shaft and can see the tiny damp patch of precum forming on the dark fabric of his trousers. He looked down at her, at her dark eyes. Her sexy mouth... He forgot the world and dropped to the floor... Pulling her to him, his tongue thrusting into every corner of her mouth, his teeth grazing her beautiful lips ... He grabbed at her breasts and freed them from the lacy froth of her bra cups to suckle frantically on each nipple in turn, never able to get enough of either... This was different she thought as she flicked through each enticing image in her mind... The sky had turned dark and it had begun to rain but back in that closet she was being devoured. She was the lamb to his hungry wolf and yet she had ensured that the wolf in him would emerge the moment she grinned at him ... Who was in control? He roved across her body and lit up every sense she had with his fingers and his mouth and now his cock, slowly but with such wicked depth, pushing up against her cervix as he began kissing her again... Lost in possession ... Frantic with lust, pheromones leaving a trail ever deeper into the woods... |
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The guard and his prisoner had left but the third guy was still there, filling in paperwork and drinking tea. She would love some tea. She asked him where he'd bought it from and he said he would show her as he needed to stretch his legs... |
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