collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
A man must learn how to survive in a twisted prison where sexual perversion is common place.
These stories are hosted on my own website:
[Chapter One](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=Prison_Chap1)
[Chapter Two](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=Prison_Chap2)
[Chapter Three](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=Prison_Chap3)
Most of the wax from last night has brushed off into my bed as I slept, but a few pieces remain as a reminder. That and the ice are definitely experiences I intend to repeat many more times.
I woke up to Miss’ hands teasing my nipples, and as I stirred she quickly squatted her pussy onto my face and began to ride me. All I could do was hear and taste her, moaning into her as she gleefully used me. It felt so good and my pussy was aching so much by the time she climaxed and moved to the boy. She coaxed him awake playing with his balls, then did exactly the same.
Inside the boy’s box was a rubber doldo with a suction cum and a bottle of lube, mine contained a slightly larger than usual tennis ball, and some stick on velcro tape – just the soft side. Both also contained the camera and tripod from before, and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Miss smiled that devious grin as she began explaining.
“Your last day, so I thought I’d let you have as many orgasms as you like, and you can document them for a scrapbook.”
I have a confession to make. One that weighs on me so heavily. One that I think only you can hear. I don’t even really know where to start, and despite having a lot of reasons to justify, to defend, they sound more like hollow excuses to me. I will let you be the judge.
This story starts many decades ago, in Silcox, a small town in Wyoming. My name is Jack De Vaalt, and I was born there. So was my wife, Janice Pershing. The town was run more like a Christian cult than anything else. Strict morals, curfews, you name it, we had it. Everything in the pursuit of purity. I was never made for that. I was made for the pleasures of life. I was made to sit by the ocean sipping a drink. I was made for love. For bliss. Or, as they would call it there, eternal damnation. I got an early start of trouble by getting caught making out with Janice in a parking lot. The only solution? Getting married of course. And so we did. I was 21, she wasn’t even 18 quite yet. We had to get a special approval. But off we want, to married life. It took us a couple years, but we ended up pregnant. We gave birth to our first, and only, child, sweet lovely Nicole Anne De Vaalt. And a few years later, I managed to persuade Janice to leave Silcox and start a new life. We basically had to run off in the night, like rats through the sewers. We picked Las Vegas. For a man like me, the perfect place. All amusement, all entertainment, available. A true haven of pleasure, an endless supply of endorphins at your fingertips. Janice accepted her fate, more out of obedience than true desire of freedom.
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“Professor Hawthorne!” I called out as I walked across the nearly empty campus. He turned at the sound of his name and smiled at me.
“Well, hello, Katie. What are you still doing on campus? Aren’t you leaving for winter break?” He asked as I caught up with him, chest slightly heaving from the exertion.
“No, my parents are divorced, and they decided to get into a huge fight on who gets to see me this year. So, I told them since they can’t share, neither of them gets to see me this year. They live three blocks apart and can’t figure out a way for me to spend time with both of them on a two-week stay.” I said. The story I told him was true, what I didn’t tell him was that it was a convenient excuse to stay on campus.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s Christmas Eve, do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked.
“No,” I said as I frowned slightly, my voice going distant. “I’ll be all alone for Christmas for the first time in my life.” He put his arm on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could tell he was genuinely concerned about how upset I was. Or, about how upset he thought I was.
I remember specifically the swim suit shopping scene they talked about getting “bikinis or one pieces matching or not matching” the swim suits were just slutty enough that they could bunch them up to look like thongs but had to pull them out at the pool because there were families there. The parents go out to dinner leaving the girls to do what they want. That’s where they find the guys. Where the two girls tease them by making out with each other before blowing each and every guy.
I snuggled next to Joe in bed. It was just too early and too cold to get up early on a Saturday morning. My husband was on extended travel and I preferred to spend the weekend in Atlanta with my boyfriend Joe. We had a nice Friday out at Moondog Growlers and opted to just crash after a long week. We enjoyed the body heat that morning, though after a day of no sex, his erection pressed against me. ‘**Good morning, beautiful**’, he said, awakening. His hands roamed my body, locking on my waist before slowly pulling up to cup my breasts.
We kissed and held each other and soon enough he rolled on top of me. His rugged handsomeness always turned me on, leaving me wet enough for him to slide inside me. ‘**I’m so glad you stayed the weekend, Sarah. I like having you here**.’ My husband Ben had just accepted a 2 year expat gig to East Asia, so I appreciated having steady male companionship. Joe and I had been dating almost a year and became defacto boyfriend/girlfriend status. I was his first serious girlfriend since he’d divorced two years prior.
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Anna sat on the middle seat of her brown leather sofa, leaning back so her back rested firmly onto the pillows of the luxurious and comfortable furniture. Her living room was a large rectangular shape; walls painted a classy cream colour. The walls were covered with photographs and wall ornaments to decorate the already impressive looking room. In front of her was a glass coffee table, stainless and clean from her house-wide tidy from hours ago. The table sat upon a large grey carpet which spread across most of the dark oak wood flooring of the main room of the house. Anna rolled her toes into the soft fur of the carpet as she looked straight ahead over the large television; through the wide windows which showed the quiet street she lived on. The night was young, the moon shone high in the sky and beamed down bright light onto the world below it. This gave Anna a clear view of the outside (with help from the streetlights which were spotted across the pavement all the way down the street).
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The Scheme Begins.
Prince Elian finally looked down to his desk, after nearly two years of preparation, two years of expensive bribes and favours turned in on, he finally realised that it was all in place.
He was really going through with it.
For the first time since he started, the magnitude of what he was planning finally hit him. Was this really worth it? Wouldn’t there be a more discreet way than this?!
His mind wandered back to his mother, her withered frame, a legacy of millenia of corrupted genetics, passed down along all the females of Gamenors noble bloodlines, condemning them to lives of frailty and weakness.
The sun was high in the sky over the peninsular city of Trost. The granite white walls of stone surrounding the grandest bazaar market in the human kingdoms, protecting it from the shoreline just beyond. The city streets hustled and bustled with people going from shop top shop, returning from their sprees with spoils they had not expected. Hundreds of inns packed to the max capacity.
Guard patrols, as such on the during the great bazaar’s stay in the city, an annual festival of mercantilism across the kingdoms of humanity on Avalon, were doubled, patrolling the streets and keeping their eyes peeled for thieves and troublemakers. Still, amongst all the busyness, there was merriment, as when coin purses jingled that drew more than just shrewd merchants and petty thieves.
Bards of all kinds, traveling troupes, circus performers, dancers of all styles, were peddling their services alongside the street merchants, dancing and singing and playing instruments and performing daring feats for a share of the coin that was being tossed around.
But one bard had his own agenda.