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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

He wanted to hold out, wanted to wait and make her beg for it, make her talk dirty, but the truth is, his own need was pushing him, and as he admitted her want, he couldn't refuse her. He groaned his passion, and thrust his hips forward, driving deeply into her body. His hands held her wrists, her body was pinned beneath his, and his spread knees kept her legs parted wide as he drove straight and deep into her, stretching her most intimate parts wide with his bulk. He knew she could take him, knew she wanted him, knew she was ready, so he didn't hesitate to just ram himself in deep.

He began to fuck her slowly, luxuriating in every stroke, every feel of her squeezing and clenching on him. It was also a thrill to have her pinned and helpless under him. Yes, she was his lover, but she was also his captive in that particular moment, and the knowledge of that gave it an extra edge, an extra satisfaction and arousal. He didn't need it all the time, but he loved it when he could get away with it, and in this situation, with Elsa, and how she responded... he was enjoying it more and more.

So he thrust, and started to pump, not fast, but with power and authority, knowing she was ready for him, knowing she was loving it, loving him, loving the two of them together.
 
Elsa knew that she loved T-Bone. She didn't think it was Stockholm Syndrome. She didn't think it was infatuation. It was absolute and unequivocal love. She didn't feel that with Levins, though she felt that she was developing a better relationship with him. So when T-Bone slid inside of her and began to fuck her slowly, she was in absolute heaven. Her pussy squeezed him and welcomed him deeper into her body, relishing in every movement he made.

And Elsa, for the most part, liked being helpless beneath him. She didn't like it all the time, but sometimes it just gave them an extra level. She moaned for him, her face smushed into the comforter and her ass up in the air. "T-Bone," she moaned into the blanket, "I love you," she was absolutely sure of it too. When he started to speed up she rocked back and forth with his movement, her body responding to him quickly.
 
"I love you, too, Elsa," he moaned into her ear, rocking them both back and forth on the bedspread. He adored how she clenched around him, milked him, how her body shifted and moved under him, rising to meet him, pushing back against his thrusts. She was such a wonderful lover, he was discovering; she was learning so much about herself and about sexuality outside of her normal run, and he was so lucky to be the man to help teach her.

He kept going, thrusting and dominating her through his weight and his cock. Finally, though, all too soon, he felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm, bubbling up through his loins. After her previous efforts, he didn't know how much he could produce, but he didn't want to surprise her with it. "My gorgeous little fucker," he gasped, "I'm 'bout to cum... where would you like me to spend it?"
 
Elsa was feeling an orgasm rise up inside of her too. She moaned, whined, and gasped as he rocked her back and forth. When she was having sex with T-Bone she felt like she wasn't even on earth anymore. She was in another place, just for the two of them, where everything was absolutely perfect.

Her pussy milked him harder and harder the longer he pounded into her. "Ahh," she moaned at his question, almost at her own peak, "Anywhere you want, baby," she cooed. Just then her back arched and she jolted, her body trying to move but unable to because he had her pinned down. She came hard on him, her body shaking.
 
He felt her orgasm, and suddenly the little bit of self control he had evaporated, and he was orgasming with her, deep inside her. He didn't know why, but he'd noticed that her orgasms were more intense the more she was with him, and it seemed like when she couldn't move, when he had her bound or pinned, as he had her at that time, it was like her body's spasming got focused and intensified. She couldn't move very much externally, so it seemed like she moved harder internally. And that was fucking fantastic.

He ground deep as his thick cock jerked and throbbed, jetting its contents into her body, and he found his teeth digging into her shoulder as he moaned deep, almost a growl, against her skin. He wasn't biting her to bleed, but he found his mouth closing her her flesh like a possessive gesture. She was his, goddamnit, and he seemed to want to establish that in a primal way. He didn't consciously know why he was doing it, not really, but it felt right.

Finally, he felt spent and exhausted, but electrified in his brain. He lay on her back, still pinning her with his weight, his length still embedded securely in her channel, and just breathed against the back of her neck, feeling sated.
 
Elsa let out a long and passionate moan when T-Bone came inside of her. Her pussy kept milking him until he collapsed down on top of her, his thick cock still securely lodged inside of her. "Mmmm," she groaned, loving it when he gave her such a primal and delicious bite. She sighed and tried to roll over underneath him, but she couldn't move.

She giggled and squirmed, trying to get him to figure out that she wanted to roll over. "Hey, can I ask you something?" she asked suddenly, a thought having flew into her mind all of a sudden.
 
He felt her squirming, naturally, but enjoyed it. It was a bit of teasing, some playfulness to simply lie there and make snoring noises, keeping her from rolling over. Plus, he was far too appreciative of his slowly-deflating penis still clasped within the grip of her excellent pussy. He wanted that to continue as long as he could manage.

But finally, she asked him ... if she could ask him something. So he gave up his pretense and nuzzled the back of her neck, wrapped his arms around her chest, and rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him. He didn't want to dislodge himself, but he figured he'd give her a break from the pressure of his weight, so he rolled them both so he could stay inside her just a little bit longer.

"You just did," he chuckled. "But yes, go ahead and ask me anything."
 
Elsa didn't mind the teasing he gave her. She liked it, and it just proved that they could be silly together. She giggled at him and pretended to fight him, but was really okay with him on top of her the whole time. Finally when he rolled them over and she was laying on top of him and sighed, glad to still be able to fill him lodged within her but not have him smothering her.

This was a weird position to be in. She was laying on him, but facing the ceiling. She put her hands over his and massaged them gently while she thought. "What's your real name?" she asked him softly.
 
"Ah," he sighed into her hair, loving her on top of him as much as he loved to be on top of her. "Theodore James Burnett. Ted. But you get nicknames, you see, and there's a musician, T-Bone Burnett, and... most folks aren't that creative." He sighed again, hugging her tight to his chest. "How about you, Elsa? Did you ever have any nicknames?"
 
She giggled at his name. Theodore James. That was an absolutely adorable name that did not fit him at all. "People used to call me Ellie," she admitted to him, "That's what everyone at the prison called me. Ellie." she rolled over so that she was facing him now, his flaccid cock still inside of her. "Can I call you Teddy?" she asked him playfully, sure he would say no.
 
He rolled his eyes and grimaced. "I've been trying to get away from that since I was twelve. But..." he sighed. "Privately. Not in front of anyone... Particularly not in front of Levins! God, no. But... just you and me? Okay." He paused. "When we're alone enough to drop the Master/slave dynamic, then sure."
 
She giggled wildly and almost maniacally when he told her that she could call him Teddy in private. She nodded and leaned down, giving him a couple of soft and loving kisses. "Deal," she told him with a nod, giving him a giant smile. She gave him a few very loving kisses on his lips and then moved down to his jawline. "I love you so much," she cooed quietly, rocking herself on him a little bit even though he wasn't hard.
 
He wasn't fully hard, but he hadn't quite deflated, and her moving on him was keeping him semi-rigid. Her rocking felt so wonderful on his sensitive skin, he moaned again and felt the blood starting to rush back into the flesh. "Oh, my God, woman, you're going to make me so sore," he laughed, and kissed her back. His arms were still wrapped around her, and he helped her rock, keeping her going as she kissed his throat and he sighed at the ceiling, just fully immersed in the moment.
 
Elsa was thrilled when he grabbed hold of her waist and helped her to continue rocking. Elsa felt like she could have sex with T-Bone all day long and into the night without an issue. The only reason they'd stop would be to eat and go to the bathroom, and then they'd be right back at each other. She nibbled at his jawline and then moved to his earlobe and then to his neck. "Mmmm," she groaned, still rocking back and forth on him slowly, more grinding on him than anything else. "I could always stop...." she teased.
 
"Don't you dare," he breathed into her ear, his arms tightening around her. God, this girl was incredible; she was a sexual dynamo and she fell in love with him right away. Who doesn't want to be loved, after all? True, part of it might just have been the situation, he knew that, but it would have been a lie to say he didn't feel it too.

He felt his manhood stiffen even more as she ground on him, and he wondered what variation they should try next. He liked to be experimental with Elsa; she responded to it so well, and he adored that he seemed to be introducing her to things for the first time. He wanted to do a lot of that.
 
Elsa had ridden T-Bone many times, doing so again wouldn't be overly exciting. It would be marvelous, undoubtedly, but it wouldn't be new. Still, it was up to T-Bone when they had sex, they always did whatever he wanted to do, and Elsa did not have a problem with that. She giggled again and nodded to him, lifting her hips up now and bouncing on him a little.

"Yes sir," she cooed, licking his ear playfully. Messing around with T-Bone was honestly her favorite thing to do now. It was almost as if Levins didn't exist anymore. She hoped that when he came home they would be able to get along well again.
 
He rolled her over again, capturing her lips with his once again. He loved it when her legs curled around him, but he did like some of the deeper penetration afforded by some of the other positions. He felt her legs curl around him as they moved, and he lifted himself up off her, still embedded in her body. It felt amazing to move around like that, still stuck deep in the woman he was falling for.

It was... unprofessional to be falling for anyone, much less a hostage. But he couldn't help it; whatever the source of her behavior toward him (and he was aware of Stockholm Syndrome as much as anyone), her utter devotion was generating a similar response in him. Yes, a good chunk of it was sexual, but she had so much more to her that was amazing to him, he couldn't help responding to it.

So he took one of her legs and straightened it, raised it to his shoulder. This movement of her thigh allowed him to ease just that smidgen deeper into her, and he sighed as he ground into her. Hugging her leg to his chest, her other wrapped around his waist, he slid deep inside her, feeling her body clench around him, kneeling her hips, pushing with his hips. Oh, this was the life...
 
Elsa hadn't expected him to move them again. She thought that he'd want her to do the work this time since he'd just done her from behind. She absolutely was not complaining though, laying back onto the comforters and sighing a little bit. She looked up at him adoringly when he rolled them over, her legs circled around him lovingly.

She raised an eyebrow when he uncurled one leg and straightened it out, resting it on his shoulder. She immediately felt what it did though, and Elsa loved it. She moaned softly and her pussy muscles flexed a little. "Mmm," she groaned, "T-Bone," she whispered, forgetting about 'Teddy' for now, "This feels gooood."
 
He groaned as he thrust deep again, unhurried but still passionate, making love because he wanted to, not because he had a burning hormonal need to. "It does, doesn't it? Christ... we're going to have to find a book of positions, and try 'em all out..."

He pumped into her, feeling her flex and move around him, watching her lovely breasts quake as she panted her arousal. He turned his head and kissed her ankle, just loving her skin against his lips, no matter where the skin was, and all the while, he kept up a reasonably slow, measured, constant and consistent thrusting, working on bringing her up to another peak.
 
Elsa giggled a little when he mentioned getting a book of sex positions. The part of Elsa that was still timid and shy didn't like that idea. But the part of Elsa that was completely attached to T-Bone in every way absolutely loved it. If it would make him happy, she would do it, without question (or at least with very little questioning).

She murred softly when he kissed her ankle. It wasn't much, but it felt like a lot. It was a gesture of love, she thought, not something that he would do if he were just fucking her to have someone to fuck. This new position was working wonders for Elsa, she felt him jabbing against her g-spot with every slow thrust and it was driving her wild. Part of her wanted him to go faster, but most of her loved his slow and deliberate pace. She was moaning and gasping as he worked her, barely able to move her hips at all.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she murmured to him.
 
"You'd be sexually repressed," he panted, clutching her leg to him, her thigh against his belly, while he knelt half-under her and thrust emphatically with his hips. "Pathetic little boys giving you pathetic little orgasms..."

His hand stroked down her thigh and rested on her pelvis, his thumb moving almost automatically to feel his own shaft thrusting deep into her, and the pad of his thumb searching out that sensitive knot of flesh, rubbing at her clit, wanting the pleasure to surge through her as much as it was through him, just being with her.

"Tell me when you're coming, my gorgeous little fucker," he gasped, fighting his own arousal to hold off his climax. "I want you to tell me when you're fucking coming on my glorious dick..."
 
"Mmmm," she groaned, nodding at his words. "You're right," and he was. If it wasn't for him, the wildest sex she'd probably have was regular doggy style, but that would be the end of it. There'd be no spanking, no hairpulling, no dirty talking, nothing. But there were endless possibilities with T-Bone, being with him would never even edge towards boring.

Elsa whimpered when he started rubbing at her clit. That caused her leg to twitch a little bit and her stomach to knot up as her orgasm churned higher and higher inside of her. "Ohhh, God!" she moaned as she felt it coming closer and closer to the edge. Her pussy squeezed his cock hard and her back arched as she finally lost it.

"I'm coming!" she exclaimed desperately, her pussy milking him, "I'm fucking coming," she gasped, her heart beating so fast she thought it would explode out of her chest, "All over your glorious dick,"
 
He tried to chuckle while thrusting, but her body clenching around his shaft coaxed his own climax in short order. "You didn't..." he grunted, punctuating each few words with a hard, almost mindless thrust, "have to... be so... literal!" and his grin turned into an ecstatic grimace as he once again orgasmed, spurting what little was left in his balls into her. There was hardly any product, but the orgasm was intense nonetheless, knotting up his stomach muscles and making him clutch at her leg.

He ground deeply into her, and then almost bonelessly let her leg go, dropping forward to his hands over her, leaning down to kiss her savagely, passionately, needfully, still embedded in her. His manhood ached with the strain, but he luxuriated in her body around him, under him. He kissed her long and hard and with passion, not wanting this moment to end... despite the painful throbbing of his genitals.
 
She giggled softly when he teased at her. It hadn't been Elsa's intention to be that literal, it had just spilled out of her mouth that way. She kissed him back when he rammed his face into hers. Her return kiss wasn't nearly as savage as T-Bone's kiss, but it oozed love and devotion.

Elsa slowly pulled away from his kiss and let her head drop down against the pillows. She heaved a giant sigh and lifted a hand to stroke his face gently, "That was amazing...but I think my pussy is starting to hurt a little bit."
 
"Me too," he admitted. He rolled to the side, still gazing at her. Finally, he drew himself out of her body, his softening shaft feeling suddenly cold as it pulled away from her pussy for the first time in what seemed like forever. He relaxed beside her on the bed, reaching out one hand to stroke her hair away from her face.

"I don't ever want to lose you," he breathed, and in that moment, he meant it. It was fucked up, how they came together and how it developed from there. But when it was the two of them, he could almost forget all of that and be lost in his feeling for her. If only Levins would never come back...

...well. Eventually they would part company, and then, then perhaps Elsa would make a choice.
 
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