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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

She was wordless as Tiny got up and left the room. Of course, she'd swallowed his salty cum as he'd spurted it into her mouth, trying to get it down as quickly as she could. The less she tasted it, she more she could pretend that it hadn't really happened. She was grateful at least that she had gotten away with just head with Tiny, instead of another tedious fuck that she got nothing out of. She didn't really want to get anything out of either them of though. She felt that if they were able to give her pleasure, then she'd really be their slave, and she didn't like even being the half-slave that she was.

She sat up fully when T-Bone knocked on the door. When he mentioned the bath she glanced over at it and sighed in relief. For whatever reason she had envisioned there only being one bathroom, but no. There was a separate one. She could shower in peace. She turned to look at him and smiled back. "Hi. Thank you," she slid off of the bed, wincing from her body's soreness. Levins still left marks on her, whether anyone could see them or not.

She walked into the bathroom, but didn't really shut the door. Why should she? It was just T-Bone out there, and she was already naked. She turned on the water, waited for it to get hot, and then stepped in. It was absolutely divine. The searing hot water poured over her skin, seeming to wash away all of the grunge and nastiness that she felt. She washed her hair twice and scrubbed her body all over several times. She wasn't sure when she'd get another shower and wanted this one to count. When she was finally done, she figured it'd been about a half hour, she stepped out and dried herself off with a towel. Then she peeked out into the room and still saw just T-Bone there, watching TV as he'd said. She padded over to him and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.
 
T-Bone was shirtless as he watched TV. He'd considered stripping down, but there was the whole "gentle" issue going on. Elsa was lovely, and he definitely desired her in any possible way he could get her, but she was also a hostage, and a target for Levins, so he had to balance his aggression to keep control of the situation from all parties.

He smiled at her as she came close, and as she sat on the edge of the bed, he scooted over. The room was a single, like the other, but each had a double bed. The break-down was going to be handled just like the bunks had been in the hunting shack, apparently, since T-Bone had closed the door, isolating them from the other convicts. So he made room for her on the bed, even pulled out the top edge of the sheet so she could climb under if she wished.

"Already saw the local news," he said. "Nothing about us, as yet. Were thinking of laying low here for a couple of days, so we can suss out our next step." He paused and looked at her, curiously. "You gonna keep that towel on all night?"
 
She climbed into the bed when he pulled the sheet out, sitting there a little bit awkwardly in the towel. The tension was so high, even though she felt the most comfortable with him. She knew he was going to expect something from her, she just didn't know what yet. Eventually he would ask her, and she would give it to him, no questions ask. She blushed when he asked her about the towel. She laughed softly and slowly opened the towel, raising her butt off of the bed and letting it drop to the floor.

"No, hah...no. That'd be silly, I suppose." she said quietly, staring at the pile of white towel on the dank floor. She squirmed a little bit, crossing her arms in front of her breasts as if that would be sufficient enough to keep whatever speck of dignity she had left.
 
He glanced over at her, thinking. Shit, he said to himself, realizing he once again had to forgo the obvious gratification. Why the hell hadn't he just taken what the others had taken by now? He couldn't blame Tiny, but Levins was fucking it up for him. Still, he sighed. Fuck. All right then.

He handed her the remote. "Here, look around for something you want to watch, if you feel like." He stood up and quickly shucked off his pants. It was the first time Elsa had seen him naked, and he was nice to look at. You don't get to be a model in prison, and his flesh bore scars from his hard life before and after his conviction. But you do get time to work out and get yourself healthy, if you want to, and that's what T-Bone had done. She was already passably familiar with his most personal of attributes. Once nude, like her, he slipped under the covers with her and settled in, his back against the old-fashioned wallpaper of the room.

"Look, Elsa," he murmured once he was in, his voice low and very very personal. "Again, I'm not going to lie: I'd love what the others got. But I can see how it affects you. Some girls just get it done, others suffer, and you seem like you suffer. So I'm not gonna force you. Let's just... it's been a long time since I just lay with a woman, fell asleep with a woman in my arms, you know? Let's just try that, and sort other things out later. Let's just relax and... I dunno, watch a movie or something." He nodded to the TV.
 
Her heart rate went up a little bit when he got into the bed with her, naked. She had tried to be discrete when she looked over his body, but he probably knew that she was evaluating the way he looked. She thought that she had earned at least that, after all three of the men devoured her body with their eyes. He was undoubtedly the most attractive out of the three men. She wondered if she would find him attractive under any other circumstance. She didn't have an answer, but it didn't really matter. In the circumstance she suffered under now, he was definitely the best choice.

Watch a movie? Was he offering, again, to go without what the others demanded of her? Her heart fluttered a little, and it seemed, though she wouldn't admit it to herself and certainly not him, that she was falling for him somehow. He was the only one who was nice, who cared about what she felt. He was compassionate, kind, and generous. And..attractive. She smiled at him and scooted over on the bed until the side of her leg was lightly pressed against the side of his. She took the remote when he handed it to her and lightly laid her head on his shoulder. "Okay," she murmured, flipping through the channels to find a suitable movie.
 
Sitting against the headboard, he casually slid an arm around her shoulders, her smooth, warm, freshly-showered shoulders, and gently tugged her toward him, so she would rest against his chest. He'd already showered, too, so he was feeling confident he wasn't offensive, at least. He found himself keeping a possessive grip on her, a light one, but still a grip. He thought of it as a reminder to her not to escape, but maybe he just liked the feel of it, of holding her.

The feel of her, the swell of her softness against him, it made him swell to full stiffness in a few seconds, mostly falling back against his belly but still tenting the blankets a bit. But he just shifted and ignored it. The other two were getting all the pussy and blowjobs, but he got to spend the whole night with the woman, and he was trying to focus just on that, on enjoying having feminine companionship for a while.

In fact, he was focusing on the female companionship enough, he was finding it hard to focus too terribly on the movie she picked.
 
Despite herself, she was feeling very comfortable laying against him like that. She, too, was hardly paying attention to the movie. Instead she was thinking about how much she was liking laying here against him. She was warm, it was cozy, and she was save from Levins. She didn't think that Levins would burst in here and tear her away from T-Bone to do terrible things to her. As long as she was with T-Bone, she was saved. And she adored him for it.

About twenty minutes into the movie she glanced up at him and saw him attempting to pay attention to the movie. She went to turn away she saw the slight tenting of the blanket. He was hard, and was hiding it from her. He didn't want to worry her with it. One of her hands was already under the covers. She slowly moved it over to his leg and then up to his groin. She hesitated a moment but then timidly began to stroke his length with her fingers.
 
He was thinking about how her breasts felt against his ribs, all tucked against him and so warm and soft and kinda smooshy when either of them breathed, and barely even focusing on the flickering of images over the motel room cable TV. And he liked it when she seemed to snuggle in against him.

And then he felt her fingers on his leg, sliding along his skin like little electric wands. He literally felt his hairs stand up with her gentle, hesitant touch. Then she found the smooth, hot flesh of his cock, and began to stroke, very gently and timidly, and it was electrical. His eyes widened, and he looked down at her in surprise. He didn't move anything else, just gaped at her slightly. He was... if she was offering, that was more amazing than even her quiet compliance as a hostage, and he didn't know what to possibly think of it.

"Elsa, what...?"
 
She looked up at him when he questioned her, smiling softly as she continued to stroke him. She'd felt his cock on her flesh before, though it was very different flesh than her fingers. It felt different now, now that she was completely open to touching him. She began to stroke him a little faster, becoming bolder with her movements. He seemed to be enjoying it, though he was gaping at her kind of strangely.

"Do...do you want me to stop?" she asked, a little deterred by the look on his face. She had wanted to please him, to make him happy, to give him something for all that he'd given and done for her, but if this wasn't what he wanted..then she would stop.
 
"Of course not!" he breathed, his hips lifting a little bit in unconscious reflex. His breathing quickened as his shaft got even harder under the attentions of her hand. "I'm just surprised. Pleased, but... surprised."

He flexed his arm, drawing her close, pulling her against him. Her face came towards his, and he bent his neck to come close to hers. He stopped, though, when he was merely a few inches away from her lips. "Are you sure you want to?" he murmured, giving her an out. He desperately hoped she wouldn't take it, he thought it was likely she'd keep going, but he felt he had o offer her the chance, if only because he was trying to be nice.
 
She smiled softly when he pulled her closer to him and turned his face as if to kiss her. She nodded to him slowly, "Yes. I'm sure I want to. You're the only one that makes me want to." she laughed softly and then rolled over onto her side more. She sat up a little high and then slowly crawled on top of him so that she was straddling him. She hesitated when she was just near his member. She'd been bold so far, but now she was afraid.

Instead of moving so that she could ride him, she stayed where she was. She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, however timidly she did it. If she was going to do this, to be with him like this, she wanted it to be as real as possible. As much like it would have been with a real lover, not like it was the same rape she felt with Levins.
 
He was still, nonthreatening, as she climbed on top of him, moving under the sheets. He gazed at her with, he hoped, compassion in his eyes as she hesitated...

Then she kissed him, and he kissed her back, his lips flexing against hers, his arms coming up to embrace her, pulling her to his chest, feeling her breasts slide on his skin, her lips on his, and he opened his mouth a bit, parting his lips and encouraging her to do the same. He flexed under her, his manhood sliding against her, still not in position for entry, but making itself known. He wanted her, and she clearly wanted a bit of passion, of romance. It made sense, she wanted an emotional connection, and he wanted to give her one. So he kissed her like a lover, ran his hands up her back and into her hair, moved under her, and willed himself up into her body, letting her feel his desire...
 
She felt his desire, and suddenly she desired him too. It wasn't just that he was giving him what he wanted, he was doing what they both wanted. He was kissing her like he loved her, like they were meant to be together. She opened her mouth when she felt him open his. She murred softly when he rubbed himself up against her, almost as if asking permission to enter. She rested her hands on his shoulders and adjusted herself, feeling his head slide inside of her. And...she liked it. It felt good to have him just inside her like that.

She pushed down, his manhood sliding deeper. He stretched her a little bit, but not so much that it hurt. He only stretched her enough that she felt full, filled with him, and that was nice. She pushed down until she had almost all of him inside of her, and then began to bounce. She bounced slowly at first, relishing the feeling of him throbbing inside of her. Elsa continued to kiss him, softer now, gently, as if she was taking care of him by doing this, as if she was loving him.
 
It was amazing when she began to respond. She was shy, this girl, and scared, and understandably hesitant when doing something she really didn't want to do. But this... this was her wanting to. And it changed everything about her attitude. He felt her open her mouth, and he began to explore with his tongue, really getting into the kissing, his fingers wrapping in her hair out of passion, like a lover's.

And she placed her hands against his shoulders, pushing her body up a bit so she could change the angle of her pelvis, while leaning her neck down to kiss him and... he was in. His hot, thick cockhead nudged its way into her channel, finding it wet and inviting and so sensual as she paused with just the tip of him inside. He could feel her close around him just behind the ridge of his glans, the edge of his "helmet." He couldn't suppress a tremor of sheer sensual enjoyment.

Then she slid down lower, her hips dipping and sliding against him. He felt her tight around him, sliding him inside, squeezing him just right as she ground herself down to almost the root of him, and he moaned deep in his chest, into her mouth, as their tongues danced, and her lips turned softer, more tender. She rose up, and let herself settle on him, beginning to bounce gently, slowly, rippling herself along his length. The others had taken her body, but T-Bone was the first one of them who had experienced what she could actually give, and he was glad he'd waited...

He left a hand in her hair, cradling her to him, his fingers wrapped in her luxurious brown hair, still damp from the shower. He cradled her head in his hand while his other slid down her body, her chest, cupping and gently massaging one of her breasts, his thumb idly swishing across the nipple, making it harder and more responsive. He rose to meet her, a little bit, adding to the power of each of her downward bounces, making his dick thrust up just a little more forcefully into her--not enough to hurt her, no, that wasn't his intent, but to add that extra feeling of passion, of power, of his intense desire for her.
 
She loved him being inside of her. He'd only been there for a few moments, but she was already completely lost in it. She moaned into his mouth, her thighs tightening around his waist as she began to bounce up and down faster. She rocked her hips, feeling him slide against her insides at a different, exciting angle. She shuddered lightly, feeling the familiar stirrings of an orgasm rising inside of her. She hadn't had an orgasm in a very long time, not since her last boyfriend, who she'd broken up with almost a year before the prison riot.

And even then, their sex hadn't been like this. It'd be loving and all, but he hadn't been as strong and determined as T-Bone was. T-Bone thrust up inside of her as she slammed down onto him, adding an extra layer of passion on to their act. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders (but not enough to hurt him) as she rode him harder, her breath becoming ragged and uncontrolled.
 
As Elsa became more passionate and involved, he relished her riding him harder, her nails leaving indents in his shoulders as she moaned into his mouth and clenched around his length. Their panting grew strong enough, T-Bone had to break their kiss, tugging on her hair to arch her up, letting them both breathe and moan into the room. He kept her up a little, drawing her by the hair while she supported herself with her hands and her pumping pelvis.

"Oh, yes!" he groaned, "Oh, God, Elsa, you gorgeous... oh, fuck me, girl!" He hissed his words through his teeth in gasps of pleasure, loving the way she was riding him, feeling their flesh slap together as she pumped and he rose to meet her. They were working up to a real pounding pace at this rate, but neither one seemed ready to stop. If anything, his fist tugging on her hair only seemed to make her wetter. "Jesus, that's it... dance, dance on my cock, lover, yeah!"
 
His words only drive her on more. She goes almost wild, feral, completely devoid of any self control. She bucks him hard and fast, her muscles squeezing him as tightly as they possibly could. She was drunk with pleasure, with need and with desire for him. It took her only a few moments more of pounding down into him for her orgasm to reach a peak. When he broke their kiss and pulled her hair back her eyes rolled back a little, biting her lip hard as her cum poured out of her and onto his throbbing cock.

She gasped for breath, her body rattling on top of T-Bone's. She looked down at him as much as she could, though her head was still pulled back. She continued to rock and grind on him, wanting now more than anything else, even more than riding out her own orgasm, she wanted him to have his own pleasure. She wanted to give it to him, to make him feel as good as he made her.
 
She worked herself up, and he was loving it. Every gasp, every guttural moan of hers was like an explosion in his brain, and when he was panting and buried his face in her cleavage, he pulled her hair back further, and she moaned and quaked around his shaft, and her juices flooded over him, and he thought, my God, I just made her cum. Given the situation, given the setting, he had been amazed that she'd even wanted to do anything, and this... this was just amazing.

And she kept going, looking down at him as best she could without fighting his grip in her hair, and he knew, he just knew she was doing it just for him. So he grinned up at her, letting her hair go so she could relax her neck. He didn't let her fall forward onto him, though; he kept her propped up by his hands on her breasts, kneading and rolling the nipples between his fingers. "That's good, Elsa, oh, wow... when you tighten up like that, oh, goddamn, girl... do that again, draw it up and oooooohhhhh, yeahhhhh." he moaned as her internal muscles milked at him. "Oh, God, girl, you're a gorgeous little fucker, you are. Say it for me. I love it when pretty girls curse. Fuck me and tell me you're a gorgeous little fucker..." he crooned grinning at her, luxuriating in the feel of her. He was curious if he could get her to say it; she was turning out to be more and more of a surprise all the time.
 
Elsa was, for the most part, a shy girl. Even when it came to sex she was shy, she'd only slept with two other men before this riot (wow, she was at five now). Under other circumstances she probably would have never said anything dirty to the man she was sleeping with. In fact, it would be a rarity for her to be on top of him, riding him wildly like this. She felt a little tingle inside of her when he wouldn't let her lean down on him, keeping her up and working. She turned her neck a little, relaxing it after he held it back. She moaned softly when he rolled her nipples, shivering lightly even in their intense heat together.

She hadn't decided yet whether or not she would say it. She certainly didn't have to, she'd done so much already...but he wanted her to say it. And she wanted to please him, she wanted to make him feel good. "I'm...I'm a gorgeous little fucker," she said softly, timidly at first. Her pussy was still grinding into him, her hips bucking into him as fast and hard as ever as he kneaded her breasts. She grew a little bolder, "I'm a gorgeous little fucker," she repeated, more confidently this time.
 
Hearing her say it, and knowing how she usually acted, all shy and demure and scared... and here she was, riding him, her gorgeous breasts filling his hands and spilling over, and calling herself the dirty names he asked her too... well, who wouldn't feel an almost electric shock race down their spine at that? He surged a moment, thrusting up hard into her, and grinding there, deep in her, swirling his cock a little bit inside the tight confines of her body.

"Ohh, that's right, you gorgeous little fucker, ohhh! You're -my- gorgeous little fucker, yes..." he babbled, so close that his brain was firing a touch erratically. "God, damn, I'm getting close, baby, oooh, yea... you want me to cum, beautiful? you want me to cum?" A perverse idea came into his head; pushing it a bit, but entirely fitting with the situation. "Ask me to cum for you, my fucker... ask me for my cum." He refrained from actually saying "beg me," but that's where he was going...
 
Though she'd already had her own release, she was absolutely wild on him in this moment. riding him as if her life depended on it. "Yeah...yeah!" she moaned, leaning down and kissing his lips again. "Please?" she asked him breathily, running her hands down his muscles chest and then back up it to grip his shoulders again. "Please give me your cum. Cum in me, please? Ahh, T-Bone!" she gasped, leaning down once more to kiss down his jaw line and neck. Her hips were still fully upward on him as she rode him, but now she was affectionately lavishing all over him as if they were true lovers, as if she was his devoted submissive.
 
He moaned as she came down to kiss him, his hands releasing her breasts and moving to her hips in a flash, gripping them, helping her move on him, increasing the force of her thrusts down upon him, and he kissed her back, hungrily, passionately, as he dragged her against him, shoved her hips down on him as his own hips bucked upwards, and he was deep inside her, as deep as he could go, and he throbbed and jerked in her tight little channel and came, just came, exploding deep into her, flooding her, filling her, with all his pent-up lust and passion and draining himself into her.

He kept the kiss, kept her face to his as he started to relax, feeling her so tight around his now-supersensitive manhood, his hands coming back up to cradle her head like he had done before, keeping her from pulling back, wanting to feel her above him, on top of him, around him, as long as he could.
 
She felt him cum inside of her, and for the first time, she was glad. She'd absolutely despised it when Tiny and Levins had cum inside of her, but now that T-Bone did it, it was amazing. It felt completely right. It suddenly didn't matter that she wasn't on birth control, that she didn't know if he had any diseases. She breathed hard on top of him, gasping for breath as she finally slowed down her manic movements. She rested there on top of him, his cock still wedged up inside of her tight pussy.

She smiled at him gently and pressed her forehead to his. She stayed like that for a few moments, relishing those final seconds that she could feel him throbbing gently inside of her. Once he seemed to have stopped throbbing she gently tried to move herself, to see if he would allow her to get off of him. She managed to roll off of him, but immediately crawled back to him and pressed her body up against his side. "T-Bone..." she said softly, "I've never had sex like that ever in my life...it was...amazing,"
 
He gladly let her cuddle up to him, wrapping his strong arms around her. She was a sweet girl and a wonderful fuck, he could really get used to this sort of treatment. He sighed happily as she nuzzled up to him, still feeling a little endorphin-drunk. "I have to say, Elsa," he drawled quietly, "That was pretty notable for me, too. You are incredible!" He pulled her a little closer so he could turn his head and kiss her forehead.

"I'm surprised you haven't had sex like that before. You're gorgeous! You deserve to be having wild, crazy, monkey-sex all the time!" he said with a laugh, letting her know he was only half-joking. He really was surprised, though. She actually had kind of moved like she knew what she was doing, but maybe that was because she'd been so turned on at the time. That was something his brain started working on, sort of in the background, while he talked to her. "Why do you think it was different, this time?"
 
She closed her eyes and murred softly, still completely captured by him. The movie was still playing, but they'd obviously stopped paying attention to it a long time ago. Then a thought hit her. Had Levins and Tiny heard all of that? She never moaned for them, she barely even spoke to them, but she'd just had a mindblowing orgasm and wild kinky sex with T-Bone. She hoped Levins wouldn't get angry with her about that and make her pay for it later.

She thought about his question. Elsa didn't really know what her other sex had been like. Certainly not as passionate or as rough. "You were confident," she said softly, her eyes still closed as she rested against him, "You went for what you wanted...but you weren't mean about it. But you weren't afraid to go for it, you weren't timid." the other men she'd had sex with had been super over gentle with her, attempting to 'make sweet love' with her.
 
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