The Prison Guard's Wife
I’ve been told that I’m a sadistic mother-fucker more than once, but I take it as a compliment. After all, so is God, and on my cell block, I am God Almighty to the sons-a-bitches behind those bars.
It’s not a cell block so much as two rows of cages – eight in all – with a wide tiled hallway in between. My friends and family are always asking me, “Ain’t it awful being around all those guys just waiting to die?” I tell ‘em that it’s just a job, and what with this Depression they say we’re in, I’m damned lucky to have it.
It ain’t depressing at all, though. Not for me. With my particular interests, you might say that this is a goddamned carnival for me every night of the week. It stimulates my brain, you know, to come up with new ways to fuck with my boys.
No, no! I don’t mean I really fuck ‘em. Shit no! Damn, the idea of sticking my cock in a man’s bunghole ain’t my cup of tea. I got me a pretty little missus who likes it rough – and up the ass, too. Understand, I only hurt Brenda the way she likes to be hurt, and when she likes to be hurt, cause my momma raised me to treat a woman right. When the woman in question is a sick twisted cunt like my Brenda, well, let’s just say I keep her happy. I dreamed all my life of a woman like her, who got off on the same things that make my cock stand up, and I wouldn’t trade her for nothin’ in the world.
I was sitting at the desk, remembering the nice little gangbang I set up for her birthday last year and wondering how in the hell I was gonna top that, when I heard that little shit, Percy, jerking off again, doing it under his blanket, like I wouldn’t be able to tell what he was doing.
But I thought to myself, “Boy howdy, these fuckers would give their eye-teeth for just a whiff of Brenda’s pussy.” And that’s when I got the idea.
Brenda told me once that she got wet thinking about visiting me at work, wearing a tight dress and no brassiere; leaning against the desk with her ass all stuck out so the boys could see right through her skirt, and know she wasn’t wearing no slip or panties, either. Course, women ain’t allowed anywhere but the Warden’s office and the infirmary, for a good reason. Some o’ these boys ain’t seen a real live woman in twenty years.
So I called in a couple of favors, and got the Row to myself for a couple of hours the night of Brenda’s birthday. I had to tell Clevon what was up, though, cause I needed him to help me get Otis into the straight jacket. I didn’t trust that big black mother-fucker not to get out of control no matter who had the cattle prod and billy club, not once he got a look at Brenda.
I told Brenda I was damned sorry I had to work on her birthday, but as a special treat, she could bring me my supper up to the Row. Her eyes lit up, even before I told her to wear her sexiest dress and high heels. Clevon would sneak her in the back way.
When she opened the door to the Row, she was so excited that she could hardly breathe. Damn, did that woman look fine! Brenda’s not real tall, but she’s stacked and curvy, with a heart-shaped ass and shapely legs.
“Come on down here, baby girl,” I called from my desk. “Just don’t get too close to the bars.”
She mighta been Clara Bow strutting down that hall. My boys knew better than to make a sound, but I saw seven faces pressed up against the bars. I swear to God that I could see Ramirez’s nostrils flaring like he was trying to suck her in through his nose right along with her perfume. Percy’s eyes looked like they were gonna just pop out of his head.
When she got to my desk, I told her to put the dinner pail down.
“Why don’t you entertain me while I eat my supper,” I said casually.
“Entertain you?” Brenda repeated.
“Yeah.” I pointed to a wooden chair a few feet away. “Go sit over there, and hike your dress up so these boys can get a look at that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
She blushed hard, but I could already smell her juices.
She wasn’t wearing panties, just a black garter belt and her stockings. She didn’t just open her legs; she hooked her heels into the lower wooden rungs and spread her pussy lips with both hands. I got up for a better look.
Johnston was at the bars directly opposite Brenda. He had a big wet spot spreading across the front of his trousers.
I laughed. Skinny old man looked like he was gonna cry.
“Wassa matter, Johnston? Did you piss yourself, or is that cum?”
He didn’t dare say anything. He just kept staring at that slick wet pink.
“Go ahead, all you sons-of-bitches,” I called out. “It’s my girl’s birthday, so I’m so giving you a treat and you better do exactly what I say.”
I glanced over at Otis, already trussed up in the straight jacket, sitting bolt upright, staring. ‘Course, he couldn’t really do anything else, not with the way Clevon and me had chained him to the toilet seat with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His cock was the biggest damned thing I’d ever seen, and now it was standing straight up.
By this time, Brenda was pumping three fingers of her right hand deep into her cunt. I felt my own cock swell.
“Did I tell you you could finger-fuck yourself, slut?” I asked her in a stern voice. “Did I?”
“No, Sir, I —“
I jerked her up by the shoulders, and in one quick motion, ripped the buttons of that dress right off. Brenda stood there, buck naked. I couldn’t resist grabbing one of the nipples and twisting it hard. Brenda gasped.
“Bitch like you needs to punished,” I breathed into her ear. “Goddamned tramp like you deserves to have a bunch of murderers and rapists shooting their cum all over her.”
She moaned and pressed against me. I ran my hands all over her, feeling her up good and hard the way she liked it. Then I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the nearest cell, where Sheldon was licking his lips.
I shoved her hard into the bars, then reached around and pulled her heavy melons right through.
“Go ahead,” I told him. “Put your dirty fuckin’ hands on her titties.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. I pushed hard up against Brenda’s ass, so she could feel my hard-on through my pants, grinding her against the cold steel bars.
As I had expected, Sheldon tried to kiss her, tried to move his hands down to her pussy. I yanked Brenda away and shoved the cattle prod into his crotch.
“I told you,” I said after his scream died away. “Stupid fuck, ya didn’t listen.”
“I’ll be good, Boss-Man,” Luther, the youngest and newest resident of the Row crowed from the next cell. “Lemme touch those big white titties — “
I dragged Brenda toward him, and looked into his eyes.
“You think I’d let a nigger touch my private fuck toy?” I asked him.
His eyes rolled up at me, burning with hatred, but something else was there too.
“I think a sick white cracker like you might wanna punish the bitch real good,” Luther said flatly. “Let me stick my big black cock into that cunt —“
Goddamned, but the idea of his black hands all over her pale white body made my balls ache! I wished I could open his cell, so I could see his cock buried between the mounds of her creamy tits.
“Play with her titties,” I said. “Do it good, while I get a piece of this ass for myself first.”
His hands were sliding all over her breasts, but I could tell he was being too gentle for my girl.
“Harder,” I barked, pulling my own cock free. “Squeeze ‘em, rub ‘em hard, you sack of shit. Pinch her nipples.”
I could tell by Brenda’s reaction that he obeyed, and I craned my neck to see the black on white flesh. Damn, it was hot! Brenda would be humping the bars in a minute. The fingers I shoved into her cunt came out slick and glistening.
“You wanna a taste of my girl’s snatch, Luther?” I waggled my wet fingers in front of him, then pulled away the minute the bastard’s pink tongue flicked out. “Shit, you ain’t sucking any part of me, nigger. Suck her tits.”
I wiped the pussy juices on her left nipple, and Luther fell to licking it up.
“Oh, that’s good,” Brenda panted. “Oh, Daddy, yes —“
“Shut up, you whore,” I whispered, biting her ear. I put the tip of my cock to her asshole, then grabbed her hips, shoving myself deep inside in one stroke. Brenda howled, but her legs braced and she moved back against me. “You know what kind of whore you have to be to fuck a nigger?”
Ramirez and Percy, the furthest way, were whining now, fisting their cocks as they strained against the bars to get a better look.
“Please, Boss-Man,” Percy wheezed. “Bring her down her, please lemme have a chance —“
“Oh, goddamn whore!” Rameriz moaned before going off in Spanish.
I told ‘em to shut the hell up and wait their turn. I fucked Brenda good and hard until she started begging Luther to bite her nipples. That kinda talk almost made me cum too soon. I pulled my dick outta her ass, and walked her to the next cell where Shaney was frantically fisting his skinny cock.
I let him suck her nipples and give ‘em a good squeeze. Then I told him to grab the bars and stick his cock out as far as he could.
I liked Shaney, even if he was a scum-bag, so I pushed Brenda to her knees and made her take the head of his dick in her mouth. She gobbled it down, but before her head had bobbed twice Shaney was hollering to Jesus, Mary and Joseph like he was dying. I grabbed Brenda’s hair and yanked her away. As his cock slipped out of her lips, a gush of cum shot out. Oh, it was something to see her tongue trying to catch a taste. Shaney was cussing, grabbing himself to jerk out the last few drops.
Cum was flying from Ramirez’s cell too, and he was moaning and muttering in Spanish. Johnston had gotten it up again, the dirty old bastard. He was spitting on his fingers and looking at me with eyes like an old hound dog.
I let the old guy finger Brenda for a couple of minutes while I held her against the bars with one hand at the back of her throat. I swung the leather strap against her ass with the other.
“Yeah, Johnston,” I breathed hoarsely. “Get your hands good and slick. See how many fingers you can get into this bitch of mine.”
Johnston’s hand almost disappeared. Brenda was making sounds like she was gonna cum, so I pulled her away.
I told Percy to get on his knees and press his face against the bars, then propped Brenda up from behind as she tried to hump his flickering tongue. Damn, but my baby girl was real close to cumming!
“Go ahead,” I whispered over her shoulder. “You can cum, but you gotta piss on him when you do it.”
I squatted down till I could grab the top of Percy’s head. As I suspected, the bastard tried to pull away as soon as Brenda let loose a stream of hot piss, but I held him steady as he sputtered.
His curses were drowned out as Brenda came like a fucking wildcat. She was hanging onto the bars, squirming against Percy’s nose and mouth, her head back and her mouth open.
“Oh, God, Daddy! Oh, God! Yes-s-s-s!”
Yellow drops were hanging off Percy’s face when I pulled her away. He was gasping for breath, wiping at his face with his sleeve.
“Bitch,” he yelled as I moved Brenda to the next cell.
“Shut the fuck up,” I laughed. “Your cock is still hard. You musta liked it.”
I made Brenda bend over, and locked her head between my legs. I held her that way while I made Eddie G. rim her asshole. Eddie didn’t even flinch, but ate out her asshole like it was the sweetest fruit in the world. When I saw how well he was doing, I let him finger her cunt too. Brenda was whimpering and squirming.
We were just opposite Otis’ open cell. Brenda would be seeing his monster hard-on and licking her lips; Otis would be staring at her bouncing tits.
Brenda came to another screaming climax before I dragged her over to Otis’ cell.
“He’s so big,” she whispered. “Daddy, can I fuck that? Can I, please?”
Otis didn’t say anything, but then the gag we’d stuffed into his mouth took care of that. I could see a drop of cum oozing from the head of his dick.
“Suck it first,” I told her. I forced her head down while holding her ass up. She fought to get it into her mouth, gagging a bit as it hit the back of her throat, as I positioned myself behind her again, and fucked her ass some more.
“Oh, baby. Look at you, trying to suck that big ol’ cock. You like that, don’t you? Almost as much as you like this —”
I bucked hard into her and she gave a muffled scream.
Grabbing her hair again, I pulled her up and pushed her onto Otis’ lap.
“Climb up on him, bitch. Mount that cock—“
Brenda straddled him, then lowered her cunt onto his dick. I had to bend over and watch, enjoying the site of that big black meat disappearing into her pink snatch.
Brenda was holding onto Otis’ shoulders, then his head, rubbing her tits against his face as she forced herself further down.
“OH GOD,” she moaned. “It’s too fucking big!”
“Take it, girl,” I smacked her ass with my leather strap. “I don’t care if it tears you apart, you’re gonna fuck it.”
“OH YES! OH GOD YES!” Brenda took another inch and another, until Otis’ balls were pressed against her pussy lips. “Hit me, please…. Oh, God, Daddy, hit me!”
I beat Brenda harder than I ever had before, all the while she was bouncing up and down on Otis’ cock, begging for more. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock felt like rock and my balls were about to explode. I had to shoot my load, and I preferred to do it in my girl’s ass.
I moved in behind her, and had to squat some to find her back hole. But I got it in, and oh, man, was it tight! The giant cock in her cunt was stretching all the muscles. I could feel the head of Otis’ cock rubbing against mine through the walls of her snatch. It was fuckin’ amazing how good it felt, how tight her ass was!
“Fuck me, Daddy!” Brenda was yelling. She was fucking Otis underneath her as much as she could, as hard as she could with me bearing down in her ass. “Fuck yes! I got two cocks in me, two great big dicks—”
Otis was making muffled noises through the gag, and his hips were moving a bit, as if he were doing his best to meet our rhythm. This was so good I hoped the mother-fucker got off, too. He was giving my baby a fantasy come true.
I couldn’t help myself. I threw my head back and hollered — a sound like a crazy man — as I shot my load.
When we could walk again, I told Brenda to clean Otis up and rebutton his pants while I got the mop and bucket. There was cum all over the place, and it reeked like a whorehouse, but I couldn’t stop grinning.
Neither could Brenda.
I told ya, I know to make my baby happy, even if I am a sadistic mother-fucker.
It’s not a cell block so much as two rows of cages – eight in all – with a wide tiled hallway in between. My friends and family are always asking me, “Ain’t it awful being around all those guys just waiting to die?” I tell ‘em that it’s just a job, and what with this Depression they say we’re in, I’m damned lucky to have it.
It ain’t depressing at all, though. Not for me. With my particular interests, you might say that this is a goddamned carnival for me every night of the week. It stimulates my brain, you know, to come up with new ways to fuck with my boys.
No, no! I don’t mean I really fuck ‘em. Shit no! Damn, the idea of sticking my cock in a man’s bunghole ain’t my cup of tea. I got me a pretty little missus who likes it rough – and up the ass, too. Understand, I only hurt Brenda the way she likes to be hurt, and when she likes to be hurt, cause my momma raised me to treat a woman right. When the woman in question is a sick twisted cunt like my Brenda, well, let’s just say I keep her happy. I dreamed all my life of a woman like her, who got off on the same things that make my cock stand up, and I wouldn’t trade her for nothin’ in the world.
I was sitting at the desk, remembering the nice little gangbang I set up for her birthday last year and wondering how in the hell I was gonna top that, when I heard that little shit, Percy, jerking off again, doing it under his blanket, like I wouldn’t be able to tell what he was doing.
But I thought to myself, “Boy howdy, these fuckers would give their eye-teeth for just a whiff of Brenda’s pussy.” And that’s when I got the idea.
Brenda told me once that she got wet thinking about visiting me at work, wearing a tight dress and no brassiere; leaning against the desk with her ass all stuck out so the boys could see right through her skirt, and know she wasn’t wearing no slip or panties, either. Course, women ain’t allowed anywhere but the Warden’s office and the infirmary, for a good reason. Some o’ these boys ain’t seen a real live woman in twenty years.
So I called in a couple of favors, and got the Row to myself for a couple of hours the night of Brenda’s birthday. I had to tell Clevon what was up, though, cause I needed him to help me get Otis into the straight jacket. I didn’t trust that big black mother-fucker not to get out of control no matter who had the cattle prod and billy club, not once he got a look at Brenda.
I told Brenda I was damned sorry I had to work on her birthday, but as a special treat, she could bring me my supper up to the Row. Her eyes lit up, even before I told her to wear her sexiest dress and high heels. Clevon would sneak her in the back way.
When she opened the door to the Row, she was so excited that she could hardly breathe. Damn, did that woman look fine! Brenda’s not real tall, but she’s stacked and curvy, with a heart-shaped ass and shapely legs.
“Come on down here, baby girl,” I called from my desk. “Just don’t get too close to the bars.”
She mighta been Clara Bow strutting down that hall. My boys knew better than to make a sound, but I saw seven faces pressed up against the bars. I swear to God that I could see Ramirez’s nostrils flaring like he was trying to suck her in through his nose right along with her perfume. Percy’s eyes looked like they were gonna just pop out of his head.
When she got to my desk, I told her to put the dinner pail down.
“Why don’t you entertain me while I eat my supper,” I said casually.
“Entertain you?” Brenda repeated.
“Yeah.” I pointed to a wooden chair a few feet away. “Go sit over there, and hike your dress up so these boys can get a look at that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
She blushed hard, but I could already smell her juices.
She wasn’t wearing panties, just a black garter belt and her stockings. She didn’t just open her legs; she hooked her heels into the lower wooden rungs and spread her pussy lips with both hands. I got up for a better look.
Johnston was at the bars directly opposite Brenda. He had a big wet spot spreading across the front of his trousers.
I laughed. Skinny old man looked like he was gonna cry.
“Wassa matter, Johnston? Did you piss yourself, or is that cum?”
He didn’t dare say anything. He just kept staring at that slick wet pink.
“Go ahead, all you sons-of-bitches,” I called out. “It’s my girl’s birthday, so I’m so giving you a treat and you better do exactly what I say.”
I glanced over at Otis, already trussed up in the straight jacket, sitting bolt upright, staring. ‘Course, he couldn’t really do anything else, not with the way Clevon and me had chained him to the toilet seat with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His cock was the biggest damned thing I’d ever seen, and now it was standing straight up.
By this time, Brenda was pumping three fingers of her right hand deep into her cunt. I felt my own cock swell.
“Did I tell you you could finger-fuck yourself, slut?” I asked her in a stern voice. “Did I?”
“No, Sir, I —“
I jerked her up by the shoulders, and in one quick motion, ripped the buttons of that dress right off. Brenda stood there, buck naked. I couldn’t resist grabbing one of the nipples and twisting it hard. Brenda gasped.
“Bitch like you needs to punished,” I breathed into her ear. “Goddamned tramp like you deserves to have a bunch of murderers and rapists shooting their cum all over her.”
She moaned and pressed against me. I ran my hands all over her, feeling her up good and hard the way she liked it. Then I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the nearest cell, where Sheldon was licking his lips.
I shoved her hard into the bars, then reached around and pulled her heavy melons right through.
“Go ahead,” I told him. “Put your dirty fuckin’ hands on her titties.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. I pushed hard up against Brenda’s ass, so she could feel my hard-on through my pants, grinding her against the cold steel bars.
As I had expected, Sheldon tried to kiss her, tried to move his hands down to her pussy. I yanked Brenda away and shoved the cattle prod into his crotch.
“I told you,” I said after his scream died away. “Stupid fuck, ya didn’t listen.”
“I’ll be good, Boss-Man,” Luther, the youngest and newest resident of the Row crowed from the next cell. “Lemme touch those big white titties — “
I dragged Brenda toward him, and looked into his eyes.
“You think I’d let a nigger touch my private fuck toy?” I asked him.
His eyes rolled up at me, burning with hatred, but something else was there too.
“I think a sick white cracker like you might wanna punish the bitch real good,” Luther said flatly. “Let me stick my big black cock into that cunt —“
Goddamned, but the idea of his black hands all over her pale white body made my balls ache! I wished I could open his cell, so I could see his cock buried between the mounds of her creamy tits.
“Play with her titties,” I said. “Do it good, while I get a piece of this ass for myself first.”
His hands were sliding all over her breasts, but I could tell he was being too gentle for my girl.
“Harder,” I barked, pulling my own cock free. “Squeeze ‘em, rub ‘em hard, you sack of shit. Pinch her nipples.”
I could tell by Brenda’s reaction that he obeyed, and I craned my neck to see the black on white flesh. Damn, it was hot! Brenda would be humping the bars in a minute. The fingers I shoved into her cunt came out slick and glistening.
“You wanna a taste of my girl’s snatch, Luther?” I waggled my wet fingers in front of him, then pulled away the minute the bastard’s pink tongue flicked out. “Shit, you ain’t sucking any part of me, nigger. Suck her tits.”
I wiped the pussy juices on her left nipple, and Luther fell to licking it up.
“Oh, that’s good,” Brenda panted. “Oh, Daddy, yes —“
“Shut up, you whore,” I whispered, biting her ear. I put the tip of my cock to her asshole, then grabbed her hips, shoving myself deep inside in one stroke. Brenda howled, but her legs braced and she moved back against me. “You know what kind of whore you have to be to fuck a nigger?”
Ramirez and Percy, the furthest way, were whining now, fisting their cocks as they strained against the bars to get a better look.
“Please, Boss-Man,” Percy wheezed. “Bring her down her, please lemme have a chance —“
“Oh, goddamn whore!” Rameriz moaned before going off in Spanish.
I told ‘em to shut the hell up and wait their turn. I fucked Brenda good and hard until she started begging Luther to bite her nipples. That kinda talk almost made me cum too soon. I pulled my dick outta her ass, and walked her to the next cell where Shaney was frantically fisting his skinny cock.
I let him suck her nipples and give ‘em a good squeeze. Then I told him to grab the bars and stick his cock out as far as he could.
I liked Shaney, even if he was a scum-bag, so I pushed Brenda to her knees and made her take the head of his dick in her mouth. She gobbled it down, but before her head had bobbed twice Shaney was hollering to Jesus, Mary and Joseph like he was dying. I grabbed Brenda’s hair and yanked her away. As his cock slipped out of her lips, a gush of cum shot out. Oh, it was something to see her tongue trying to catch a taste. Shaney was cussing, grabbing himself to jerk out the last few drops.
Cum was flying from Ramirez’s cell too, and he was moaning and muttering in Spanish. Johnston had gotten it up again, the dirty old bastard. He was spitting on his fingers and looking at me with eyes like an old hound dog.
I let the old guy finger Brenda for a couple of minutes while I held her against the bars with one hand at the back of her throat. I swung the leather strap against her ass with the other.
“Yeah, Johnston,” I breathed hoarsely. “Get your hands good and slick. See how many fingers you can get into this bitch of mine.”
Johnston’s hand almost disappeared. Brenda was making sounds like she was gonna cum, so I pulled her away.
I told Percy to get on his knees and press his face against the bars, then propped Brenda up from behind as she tried to hump his flickering tongue. Damn, but my baby girl was real close to cumming!
“Go ahead,” I whispered over her shoulder. “You can cum, but you gotta piss on him when you do it.”
I squatted down till I could grab the top of Percy’s head. As I suspected, the bastard tried to pull away as soon as Brenda let loose a stream of hot piss, but I held him steady as he sputtered.
His curses were drowned out as Brenda came like a fucking wildcat. She was hanging onto the bars, squirming against Percy’s nose and mouth, her head back and her mouth open.
“Oh, God, Daddy! Oh, God! Yes-s-s-s!”
Yellow drops were hanging off Percy’s face when I pulled her away. He was gasping for breath, wiping at his face with his sleeve.
“Bitch,” he yelled as I moved Brenda to the next cell.
“Shut the fuck up,” I laughed. “Your cock is still hard. You musta liked it.”
I made Brenda bend over, and locked her head between my legs. I held her that way while I made Eddie G. rim her asshole. Eddie didn’t even flinch, but ate out her asshole like it was the sweetest fruit in the world. When I saw how well he was doing, I let him finger her cunt too. Brenda was whimpering and squirming.
We were just opposite Otis’ open cell. Brenda would be seeing his monster hard-on and licking her lips; Otis would be staring at her bouncing tits.
Brenda came to another screaming climax before I dragged her over to Otis’ cell.
“He’s so big,” she whispered. “Daddy, can I fuck that? Can I, please?”
Otis didn’t say anything, but then the gag we’d stuffed into his mouth took care of that. I could see a drop of cum oozing from the head of his dick.
“Suck it first,” I told her. I forced her head down while holding her ass up. She fought to get it into her mouth, gagging a bit as it hit the back of her throat, as I positioned myself behind her again, and fucked her ass some more.
“Oh, baby. Look at you, trying to suck that big ol’ cock. You like that, don’t you? Almost as much as you like this —”
I bucked hard into her and she gave a muffled scream.
Grabbing her hair again, I pulled her up and pushed her onto Otis’ lap.
“Climb up on him, bitch. Mount that cock—“
Brenda straddled him, then lowered her cunt onto his dick. I had to bend over and watch, enjoying the site of that big black meat disappearing into her pink snatch.
Brenda was holding onto Otis’ shoulders, then his head, rubbing her tits against his face as she forced herself further down.
“OH GOD,” she moaned. “It’s too fucking big!”
“Take it, girl,” I smacked her ass with my leather strap. “I don’t care if it tears you apart, you’re gonna fuck it.”
“OH YES! OH GOD YES!” Brenda took another inch and another, until Otis’ balls were pressed against her pussy lips. “Hit me, please…. Oh, God, Daddy, hit me!”
I beat Brenda harder than I ever had before, all the while she was bouncing up and down on Otis’ cock, begging for more. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock felt like rock and my balls were about to explode. I had to shoot my load, and I preferred to do it in my girl’s ass.
I moved in behind her, and had to squat some to find her back hole. But I got it in, and oh, man, was it tight! The giant cock in her cunt was stretching all the muscles. I could feel the head of Otis’ cock rubbing against mine through the walls of her snatch. It was fuckin’ amazing how good it felt, how tight her ass was!
“Fuck me, Daddy!” Brenda was yelling. She was fucking Otis underneath her as much as she could, as hard as she could with me bearing down in her ass. “Fuck yes! I got two cocks in me, two great big dicks—”
Otis was making muffled noises through the gag, and his hips were moving a bit, as if he were doing his best to meet our rhythm. This was so good I hoped the mother-fucker got off, too. He was giving my baby a fantasy come true.
I couldn’t help myself. I threw my head back and hollered — a sound like a crazy man — as I shot my load.
When we could walk again, I told Brenda to clean Otis up and rebutton his pants while I got the mop and bucket. There was cum all over the place, and it reeked like a whorehouse, but I couldn’t stop grinning.
Neither could Brenda.
I told ya, I know to make my baby happy, even if I am a sadistic mother-fucker.