Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:
Odsłuch ebooka (TTS) dostępny w abonamencie „ebooki+audiobooki bez limitu” w aplikacji Legimi na:
Women Loving Prisoners 3
Copyright 2015 All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.
Join my mailing list to receive my monthly newsletter and get promotional new release offers!
Sylvia Redmond’s Website
There was very little light in the room and I could just hear the distant din of voices from the men on the other side of the door. The smell of detergent and soap was strong in the cramped space, but the smell of David was even stronger. I was on my knees exactly where he had placed me, and I was trying my hardest to satisfy him.
My head was spinning. How had I let myself get put in this position? I had known it was wrong from the beginning. It was understood as a condition of my employment that this type of behavior was strictly forbidden. Yet I know that was one of the reasons that the idea of the whole thing had excited me so much. It had all been so exciting when it started.
“Harder” he growled as he clasped his hands around me head.
I was doing my best to please him, but I knew I would never be able to satisfy him. I knew at any moment that someone could open the door and come into the stockroom, and that thought alone made me go faster. I was aware of how damp my panties were becoming, but at this point it wasn’t a surprise to me. I always reacted like that when David used me.
“Get up” he said, startling me from my haze. I did what he ordered and he spun me around. I felt his hands at the buttons on my pants and a second later my pants and panties were pulled to my feet in one swift motion. I felt his hand between my shoulder blades as he pushed me forward and I caught myself on my elbows on the shelf in front of me. I gripped it knowing he had me exactly at the angle he wanted.
I knew what was coming next as my body was secretly craving it. It had been almost two weeks since he had taken me last and I had thought about it every day since then. I felt his rough hands on my ass as he placed himself at my sex and he pushed himself in. There was no foreplay, that was understood and it wasn’t necessary anyway. I was absolutely ready for him.
With the little clarity my mind had left I thought about my predicament. Things had clearly gotten out of my control now and David held the power. I knew things were going to get worse before they got better. I didn’t have a solution, and until I did I needed to do everything that he ordered me to do.
His hands went under my shirt to grab my breasts as he started thrusting harder. I felt myself slipping into that place where only David’s rough sex could take me. Even the best sex with my husband had never brought me to the place that David’s sex did. The passion of a man locked up for ten years was far greater than that of a husband of fifteen years, I knew that now. But I had to find out the hard way.
I thought back to when it had all started. I hadn’t intended for it to go this far, but that must have been his intention from the beginning. I wished I could turn back the clock and do everything differently now. I felt him getting ready to climax. Until I figured out a solution I was his for the taking. I felt his hands back on my hips pulling on me and I felt my own climax overtake me...