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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

She took his moans as a sign that she was doing well. His twitching and loss of control of his head were good signs too. She worked on him slowly, taking him a little deeper and then pulling back to give attention to his head. She'd repeat the process, each time getting a little bit deeper. She did this five or six times before she decided that she'd done enough teasing and when she went down on him this time, she kept going so that he nudged the back of her throat. She hesitated there, preparing herself properly so that she wouldn't gag on him (T-Bone hadn't seemed to enjoy that the way Levins did).

She opened her jaw, took a deep breath and slid him into her throat. Her throat muscles contracted on him like her pussy would, massaging and fondling him. After a few moments she pulled him out of her throat and began to massage his underside with her tongue.
 
He moaned loudly as she engulfed him completely. Her throat was immensely tight around his length, and he relished it. He had the impulse to put his hands on her head, keep her there, feel her throat flex around him. He was not immune to the attractions of a woman's throat spasming and gagging around his cockhead, but he didn't want to put her through that. It would be one thing if she chose to do it, quite another if he forced her. So he didn't force her, he let her minister to his erection as she felt comfortable with. He adored how she treated him; he never felt like less than a king, and he credited her natural tendency toward submission for how well she treated him.

"Oh, fuck, yes, my gorgeous little fucker, take me deep," he gasped, almost bucking his hips toward her face, but resisting only through a supreme effort of will. He so wanted to thrust deeply, but this was her show, and he wanted to see what she offered, wanted to feel what she wanted to do to him. He'd accept anything she gave him, it was just a matter of finding what she preferred to offer.
 
She felt tingles rocket up the back of her spine when he called her his gorgeous little fucker. She didn't know why that had so much of an effect on her. One would think that a girl wouldn't like that name, it degraded her down only to sex and beauty. But Elsa absolutely adored it and if she was ever hesitate about doing anything, him calling her his gorgeous little fucker would snap her right out of her hesitation.

She pushed her head down again when he told her to take him deep. She let him edge into her throat once more, carefully controlling herself. She pushed deeper and deeper until he was lodged in her throat, the muscles at the back working him steadily. She took a moment to glance up at him, seeing the look of absolute pleasure on his face. She loved seeing that look there. The only other look she liked seeing was the one he wore when he was telling her he loved her.
 
The feel of her throat around him was exquisite. Sure, the sound of gagging was hot and nasty in a good way, but it really was the feel that was important, and this... this was immensely better. He'd thought about it earlier, but as she held herself down, looked up at him (also a mind-bendingy hot visual, he thought, meeting her eyes with his own half-lidded and glazed from the passion he was feeling), and flexed herself, working his length with her entire mouth and more, he gloried in it.

"Jesus," he gasped, in utter adoration. The dirty talk started to spill from his mouth unbidden; he knew she liked it, and it made him hotter, too, but he could never seem to have much control over his speech around her. "Jesus, yes, oh, God, that's incredible. Oh, fuck, you're like the perfect suck slut, you've got magic lips, dick-sucking lips. You like my meat in your mouth, in your fucking throat? I feel you choking yourself, you're so well-trained, you're fantastic. God, you're my perfect little slave, my gorgeous little fucker, mouth-fucker, that's right, feel me fucking your mouth, you're such a wonderful slut, fucking your own face on me, God, yes... Suck it deep, worship it, really work it over, I know you can, you gorgeous little fuck-slut..."

He thought he must have talked more dirty talk to Elsa in the few days he'd known her than he had previously in his adult life. Well, possibly not, but it was certainly starting to feel like that.
 
She moaned onto his cock as he spoke dirty to her, a smile coming to her lips though she couldn't really express it due to the thick cock that was lodge there in her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down harder, more like face fucking would be. She couldn't get as rough with herself as he could get with her, but she tried to imitate the motions as best she could. She shoved him down into her throat repeatedly, making sloppy slurping sounds and whimpering as she did so. She let her tongue slide along him as well, massaging just under the head where she knew was extremely sensitive and then working its way down his length and then back up again.

Giving T-Bone head had turned into quite the event, and she was loving every moment of it. What would be strange to most people, though, was the fact that she was going to love feeding him after this was over too. She'd been thinking about it while she was servicing him and she knew exactly what she wanted to make him. She really was turning into a well-trained submissive.
 
He couldn't help himself; as she eagerly rammed herself onto him, he let his hands steal up to her hair, wrapping his hands in it. As she got more aggressive, whimpering, he twitched, but it wasn't until after she did a slow lick up and down and then went back to ramming it that he took some more control, starting to tug her hair, just a little at first as she moved on him, then gaining confidence as she let him, drawing her down deeper on the in-stroke and shortening her back-stroke, until within a few moments he was in full control, moving her head back and forth on him, feeling her throat take him, not gagging per se but struggling, and how she looked up at him with her eyes shining... it was amazing.

"Put your hands at your back, put them behind you, this is just your mouth, your mouth and me, oh, fuck, you're such a wonderful little suck whore, God, I love it. I love your mouth, your throat." He face-fucked her a few more strokes, then pulled her off of his shaft and slid her face down it, his spit-soaked cock smearing against her skin as her gasping lips trailed down it. "Now lick my balls, that's right, pay attention to them. God, so sensitive... Oh, your lips! Christ, yes, suck them in, just like that..."
 
When he grabbed onto her hair and began to guide her movements she gladly let him take control. She was beginning to get tired of doing all the work herself and knew that if it continued that way she was going to end up being less enthusiastic, which T-Bone would not be pleased with. But then he started to face fuck her himself and she didn't resist, though she did gag a little when he shoved himself down her throat as he did it much more roughly than she did.

And then all of a sudden he'd pulled her face off of his delicious cock and was shoving it down into his lower crotch towards his balls. She giggled when he told her to suck his balls and gladly did so, opening her mouth and gently sucking one into her mouth. She licked, kissed, sucked, and gently massaged them with her lips, lavishing just as much love on them as she had his cock.
 
He loved it when she showed her adoration of him, but he loved being in control, as well. There was the dominant part of him that liked both means of expression, and he'd enjoyed the one, and now it was time for the other. Her giggle told him she was enjoying it, too.

He moaned deeply as she massaged his testicles with her mouth, doing wonderful things to him, pleasure shooting up his spine from his sensitive sac. He could feel the stirrings of his next orgasm, and he let her up from there, unburied her face from his crotch. "Oh, God, I'm getting close. I'm gonna cum, and I want you to take it in your mouth. Take it and savor it, taste me in you..." he panted. He wasn't normally very into cum-play, didn't really mind what happened to his seed, but all of a sudden, it seemed like something dirty to try, something deliciously filthy. If she didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't do it again, but just ordering her to enjoy his taste made him tingle a little bit.
 
She moved her mouth back up from his balls, kissing her way up his cock. When she got to the head she gave him a slow and sloppy lick, taking the precum that was dripping there into her mouth. She swirled it around in her mouth and then swallowed it obviously, looking up into his eyes as she did so. She smiled and him and nodded slowly, "I love your cum. Pleeeeease cum for me, T-Bone," she moaned to him, opening her mouth up wide.

In the next instant he was cumming into her mouth. His spurts were hitting her tongue, teeth, and lips. She licked her lips and made a show of tasting his unique cum. She swallowed it and then opened her mouth for more. When he was finally finished she leaned back towards his cock and gave him a few more licks to clean him.
 
He trembled and groaned when she licked at his super-sensitive post-orgasm manhood. "Oh, God... you're awesome." He still had his hands in her hair, and after she licked the last traces of his semen off his softening cock, he tugged her up onto him, leaning up to kiss her, his tongue thrusting deep into hers, tasting both of them. She still had on her pants and thong, but he thought it was intensely sexy.

"Oh, Jesus, that was wonderful." he said when he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. "But you're going to have to give me a few minutes before I can fuck the everloving living daylights out of you. That is, unless you'd like me to return the favor in kind?" He licked his lips and smiled. He was willing, but it was a question of whether or not she was comfortable.
 
She kissed him back lovingly, wrapping her arms around him again. "I'm glad you liked it," she whispered to him seductively after he broke their kiss. She pressed her lips to his again, sighing into the kiss as she felt his warmth. Then she giggled and moved herself off of him, standing in front of him and stretching her arms up (causing her exposed breasts to move too). "I'm hungry. I think we should eat...and then we should fuck," she giggled again and reached her hand down to stroke his face and run her hand through his hair.

"What do you say to that, master?" she smiled as she emphasized the formal name, lavishing affection on his face and neck with her hand.
 
"I say that I love the way you think," he said, grabbing her wrist and kissing her hand, "and I love it when gorgeous women curse." He let her go, and then got up accompany her over to the kitchen area. He didn't bother to put on clothes, and he appreciated that she didn't put on a shirt, either. He loved to see her walk around near-naked. The next best thing would be entirely naked, but he was happy for now.

He put his arms around her as they walked into the kitchen area, pressing against her back and gently cupping his hands under her breasts as he hugged her. "So what do you have in mind for us to eat?"
 
She snuggled into his chest when he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts right in the middle of the kitchen. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and looked up at him with a little smile. "I don't know. This place is packed with food though. Do you have any preferences?" she was beginning to feel extremely at home with T-Bone. She'd known she loved him for what seemed like awhile now, but it was growing into even more than that.
 
"I have no preferences. I also have no food allergies, and after prison food, I can eat just about anything you put in front of me. By all means, indulge yourself, I'd love to see what you come up with!" He grinned, kissed the back of her neck, and let her go. He moved to the far side of the kitchen island to perch on a stool and watch her work.

He was getting to love the way she moved, the way she smiled kind of shyly when she wasn't looking straight at him. He didn't know if she was usually like this or not, but the way she sometimes seemed surprised at herself made it seem like something was being unlocked inside her, and he was really loving what was coming out.
 
"Okay." she said cooingly as he kissed her neck and moved away. She opened the cupboard and inspected its contents. There were only non-perishables here so she would have to actually cook something. She took out a few ingredients, took out a pot and a pan and set them to heating. She went to the large freezer and opened it, glad to see that there were frozen meats in there that would last well into the winter. Rich people always kept frozen meats so that they wouldn't have to shop when they returned.

She took out some beef and set it to thaw. She worked on the rice she was making while the meat thawed and once it was warm enough to be cooked she set it in the pan. She stir fried it with seasonings and oil she'd found and within half an hour she had beef and rice for her and her lover to eat (she'd made extra for Levins so he could eat when he came back). She plated what they were going to eat and set it on the table. Then she went to the fridge and inspected what drinks they might have. They had fancy beer and she took one out for T-Bone. She sat at the table and beamed at him, "Honey, food's ready!" she cooed.
 
T-Bone had been watching her, not so much the food as the woman, so he was nearby when she called that their lunch was ready. "It looks wonderful! And smells delicious!"

He pulled out her chair for her, scooted it in, then took his own seat. He sniffed deeply, and grinned and clinked beers with Elsa. It was a lovely meal, and eating it with her made it all the lovelier.

To be honest, he might have been eating a little faster than absolutely necessary. He wasn't bolting the food, he was enjoying it (he really did think she was a good cook), but he wasn't savoring each bite. No, he liked the meal but wanted to move on to the next activities. He had almost stiffened when she had said "fuck" earlier, and now he was rested and ready to put that word into action.
 
Elsa could see that T-Bone was actively trying to get through his meal so that they could have sex. She wanted this too, of course, but she thought it might be fun to tease him. She ate her food slowly, savoring every bite she took. She thought she had done a great job with it, if she didn't say so herself! The meat was cooked through, the rice was sticky as it should be but fluffy and not dry. Delicious. She sipped her cold beer, savoring that too. She'd never been one for beer but she liked this fancy stuff they had.

Once she'd finally finished she stood and collected their dishes. "I should clean up. Wouldn't want to leave a mess!" she chirped as she went over to the sink. She washed all of their dishes (leaving a covered plate out for Levins with an ample portion of beef and rice) and put them away neatly. Only when she was done with that did she turn around and look at T-Bone's expectant face.

"Hmm?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, a seductive smirk sneaking to her lips, "Did you need something else, dear?"
 
Oh, he knew what she was doing. And he liked the suspense, the building of passion... He had bothered to put back on his briefs, but nothing else, and as he waited, while she did the domestic chores, he found himself getting stiffer and stiffer. Oh,yes, there was something else he needed.

He crossed the kitchen to her, and snatched her close in his arms, crushing her to his chest. His hand came up and wound in her hair, tugging her head back so he could gaze into her face. He kissed her then, a kiss full of passion and desire and need and command. His tongue took entrance to her mouth, and he thrust within her just as he had earlier, but on a smaller scale. He finally broke the kiss, and grinned at her. "Oh, your Master needs a great deal, actually."

He turned her around with the grip in her hair, releasing her waist with his other arm, and moving with her toward the staircase to the second floor. "Up. Let's pick a bedroom you like." He let her go up first, pausing along their way to pick up a particular plastic shopping bag. He might need some of the toys they'd picked up, after all... just in case.
 
Elsa was elated when he rushed at her and crushed her into his chest. She kissed him eagerly, more than ready to resume playing their game. She squealed in delight as he tugged her towards the staircase, but then she had a little bit of a hesitation. She'd become comfortable with the kitchen area, the only room in the house she'd been in. But now they were venturing elsewhere in this foreign house, they were moving into deeper territory. But now was not the time to be hesitant, T-Bone wanted to fuck and he was going to do it whether or not she was hesitant.

She skipped up the stairs quickly, scanning the series of doorways on the second floor. It was like she was on a game show and she had to pick a door prize. She ran quickly to the end of the hallway, picking the door that seemed to lead to the largest room: the master. She opened the door and ran inside, sure enough a giant king size bed sat there with a connecting bathroom.
 
T-Bone was close behind her, and swept her up playfully, spinning her around before flinging both of them on the bed, him falling to the mattress with her in his arms. He didn't stop there, though, he laughed as he wrestled with her on the bed, rolling around a bit, tickling slightly and getting her jeans unfastened. He started stripping her as they played around.

As he yanked down her thong, he was behind her, and he bent to bite that glorious ass, right on the right cheek, not hard, just a little nip because he could. He felt very much like an alpha wolf, showing his dominance with his teeth as his hands yanked the last of the fabric off Elsa's legs. He kept her on her knees, though, climbing up behind her, his lips and teeth trailing across her back, his hands squeezing at her hips as he came close behind her.
 
She squealed in joy when he swept her up and tackled them onto the bed, rolling around with him there as if they were both five and were rolling in a field of grass. They weren't five though and their intentions here were much more adult oriented then just seeing who could roll the fastest to that log. She squirmed around as he tugged her pants off of her, just to make him work for it a little bit. She had ended up on her stomach when he started to pull her tong off. She yelped when he bit into her ass, immediately dissolving into a fit of giggles.

She lifted her butt up to him when he stayed behind her even after he got her panties off. It was obvious that this was the position he was going for. She shivered and murred softly as he trailed his hands and teeth down her back. She was ready for him, definitely. Her pussy was moist with arousal, her heart was beating fast, and she was anxious.
 
He loomed behind her, nuzzling at her hair as it spilled down her back, his breath hot on the skin between her shoulders as he nosed his way toward the back of her neck, covering her almost like a blanket, a muscular, meaty blanket.

As he crawled over her, he felt her hips angle, her legs widen, opening herself up for him as she made small purring sounds and gasped with each touch. Oh, yes, she was ready, and she wanted him. It felt glorious to be wanted so deeply. His manhood was stiff again, almost painfully so, and he sighed against her skin as he felt the spongy cockhead nuzzle against her flesh, feeling the wetness there, knowing it was close to its target.
 
"Mmmm," she murred as he seemed to cover her like a blanket, his body completely masking hers beneath him. Her arms were stretched out and her head was down, she was in a twisted version of 'child's pose' in yoga. "T-Bone," she murmured, her hands clawing at the comforter there so that she'd have something to hold on to when he finally went at her. She could feel him resting just at her edge and she wanted him inside of her so badly, but she wouldn't force him.

She knew it'd be better when he did it. When he felt the time was right. She may have been wary about letting him screw her in this other person's bed, but now she wasn't thinking about that at all. She was just thinking about him, his body, and how much she absolutely adored him.
 
He flexed his hips, clumsily rubbing his cockhead up and down her pussy lips. He put his hands on her arms and slid them down till he grasped her wrists, letting his body rest upon hers, the lovely soft globes of her ass supporting his stomach while he nuzzled at the back of her neck. He felt her writhe and almost buck, and knew it had to be hard for her to restrain herself. She clearly wanted him inside her, but she was awaiting his pleasure, letting just enough of her need show through to be exciting. He didn't know if that was a conscious choice, how much to show, but either way, it had him thrilled.

He pushed his pelvis toward her a bit, nudging at her body until he felt he was notched into her entrance. Then he murmured against her neck as he brushed his teeth against the skin there. "Are you my girl? Are you my little slave girl? You want me in you? Tell me how you want me..." and he nipped her gently, teasingly.
 
She groaned when he teased her, nudging himself at her but not giving her what she wanted. She liked it when he played with her, when he acted the dominant, but she also liked it when he just gave her what they both wanted, when he was more a lover than anything. She gasped when he nipped at her, a small shiver running down her spine despite how hot she was for him. Elsa nodded vigorously, "Yesss. I'm your girl," she moaned, pushing her hips back into him a little more insistently now.

"Your little slave girl," she cooed, arching her back even more than it had been, trying to make herself as perfectly ready for him as she could. Elsa was desperate for him by now. "I want you in me soooooo bad, T-Bone. I want that more than anything,"
 
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