Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

He grabbed the front of my uniform and groaned as I slowly withdrew the long metal piece. I almost hesitated when I saw the full length of it coming out of him. I tossed it into a corner and then removed the chastity cage itself, throwing it aside as well. His cock was marked with deep red imprints from the device. Now free, it slowly began to harden. The prisoner looked ashamed. I said softly: “It’s okay.” The guy was pumped full of sexual stimulants and probably hadn’t cum in a very long time. I didn’t even know what to think. I simply let him put on the pants.

The man who had dragged her out of prison, the man who had forced her into a contract marriage and called her a loose woman, was the exact same stranger she had saved. Iris took two quick steps through the steam, her eyes fixed on his back. "Your back." Kieran turned his head slightly toward the mirror, wiping steam from the glass with the palm of his hand. "What about my back?" "Show me your right shoulder," Iris demanded, her voice shaking as she stepped closer. "Turn around and show me your tattoo." Kieran leaned his left elbow against the marble counter, his right collarbone angled away from her behind the shower door and rising steam. A mocking smirk touched his lips as he looked her up

She poured me an iced tea and we headed out the door. Eric, excited to share his movie choices, pulled them from his jacket. He passed them to the front, between the seats, "Check these out...one is about a hot married couple that end up doing the pool boy, the mail man and a plumber...they do any guy that comes through the front door...and all hot, with big, pornstar dicks." She squeals, "Oooooh...my favorite!" "Mine too...pornstar dicks...!" "The other is about a foursome! Again, a married couple. They set up an orgy by inviting his two college roommates to visit. They have a bisexual reunion, of sorts, and include the wife. It's fucking hot!"

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal. “Oh my… Mr. Collins…” The soft, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy fill the office as I move the marker in and out of myself, my fingers circling my clit. Fucking my pussy harder with the thought of him. “Fuck… yes… harder… just like that…” I arch my back, one hand on my clit, the other grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples. The image of Mr. Collins, towering over me, mouth on mine, his cock replacing the marker, has me trembling.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Clit fat and throbbing, I rubbed slow circles first, then matched their rhythm with every fucking thrust he gave her, I fucked myself deeper, wet sounds lining up with theirs. Prison was sneaky bullshit—quick finger-fucks in the showers, guilty rubs under the blanket. Quiet. Ashamed. This? Real dick tearing up real pussy right in front of me. Raw. Animal. No sorrys. It set me on fire. Feral. Starving.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

He thrust in and out, his left thumb teasing her clit. Clarita made the loudest moans of her life. She felt like she might pass out, but instead, the pleasure only intensified. She had already cum twice. She kept screaming his name. “Kelvin!” He fucked her harder and faster, teasing her sensitive nipples, her weakest point. He groaned loudly as he filled her again with the sweet cum she craved. It was a sweet business vacation. *** On the other side, Patra arrived at the women’s prison, her hands still cuffed.

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.