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ROMANCE BEHIND BARS by Throne
🕑 Added 2024-01-03 17:06:04 +0000 UTCROMANCE BEHIND BARS
by Throne
Gary had only been in prison for a week. He couldn't believe he had gotten sent to the penitentiary for the minor offense of having an IR porn website. He suspected that the problem was that a big company that did the same thing, and was probably run by the Black Mob, felt he was intruding on their area of specialization, and had gotten him railroaded to his current situation. True, it had been explained to him that he would only be incarcerated until a final decision was made on his case. With his status in mind, they were even allowing him a conjugal visit from his wife. He couldn't wait to see Clarice, with her flowing blond hair, lovely face, dancer's body and, best of all, those big round tits he loved so much.
He had even lucked into getting a harmless cellmate. Gary himself was small, with a slight build, but the guy he shared space with was even more like that. He had previously been paired up with someone called Breaker, who had reduced him to a frightened and obedient butt boy. Gary found it disgusting that any man would allow himself to be reduced to that sort of sexual chattel. The poor wimp would answer only to the name Squishy, which he had been given by the man who turned him into a slave. He had been rechristened that because of his plush posterior and was too fearful of reprisals to reveal his true name, even to Gary.
Two guards, big burly Black ones, came to take Gary to the room where he would have a chance to get intimate with Clarice. He heard them refer to each other as Ty and Rap. When they got to the visiting room, it wasn't that bad. Plain, with a bed in the center. The scent of cleaning products was barely discernable. He sat on the edge of the bed, with the two guards flanking the exit, as if there was a chance he might try to flee. A third guard, who they greeted as Mack, brought her in. She wore a tight sleeveless top that was stretched out by her bodacious tatas, and slacks that appeared to have been painted onto her shapely legs.
Gary stood up and put his hands on his hips. He was emboldened by the presence of his very hot wife. To the guards he said, "You boys can go now. I've got things to do."
Ty told him, "We need to stay for a bit, to make sure there's no bad vibes between you two."
"Yeah," Rap seconded. "Like, so you don't get mean with this pretty lady."
Gary told Clarice, "Tell these lackies that everything is fine between us, so they can go on their way."
"Not yet," she snapped back at him, suddenly angry. "Everything's not exactly fine between us. I had a visit from some bitch, who says you've been offering her work as a model – and hitting on her."
"Who? Inez? I don't know anything about her." He realized he had just named the girl he'd been trying to bed, in the same sentence that he denied being aware of her. "I mean... uh... it's not..."
Clarice told him, "Don't worry. She thinks you're a jerk anyway. And when I told her that you have a dick the size of my pinky finger, and how useless it is in bed, we bonded over that and how we prefer guys who are hung like horses." She eyed the guards meaningfully. "Especially if they're Black."
The three guards were grinning at Gary's obvious discomfort. He belatedly regretted calling them 'boys'.
Mack patted the impressive bulge in the front of his uniform pants and said, "You like them big, girl? How about this?"
"That's what I wish I had at home," Clarice confirmed. "I've been faithful to Gary up until now, but if thinks he's free to go looking for pussy elsewhere, that means I can do the same for cock."
Ty and Rap sneered at Gary as they moved in and seized him by the arms.
"Looks like you in trouble, boy," said Ty.
"Seems like your woman wants what we got," added Rap.
"Hold on," Gary said, trying to pull free but failing. "This isn't right. That's not true about how I'm built down there. Not exactly."
"No?" Mack questioned. "Maybe it would be better if all us dogs showed what we got."
He unzipped and worked free a penis that, even while flaccid, was amazing to behold. The other two let go of Gary, but then one slapped his face and the other punched him in his soft gut, to warn him not to give them any trouble. They also freed their members, which were almost as impressive as Mack's. It took Gary a minute just to be able to straighten back up.
"Come on, lover," urged Clarice. "Show everybody what you're packing. If it compares favorably with all that delicious dark meat I'm seeing, they'll leave the room and I'll be all yours."
The little white guy finger-combed his longish blond hair. When the two nearest guards glared threateningly at him, he undid the button fly on his orange jumpsuit, which fit rather closely, and reached inside. It took him a moment to find his genitals and drag his pecker out through the opening. The guards saw it and laughed out loud.
"Day-am. That sure ain't no pussy-pleaser."
"Any girl gets that in her mouth, she'll think she's sucking on a itty-bitty piece of Turkish taffy."
"Thing that tiny only be good for fucking a donut."
"That's right," confirmed his wife. "He's never made me come. Not even once. I'm long overdue for a whole lot of the real thing."
Mack barked at Gary to strip down. When the prisoner didn't move fast enough, it cost him a knee to the balls. Lying on his side, on the floor, he struggled to get out of his single garment. The Black trio happily converged on Clarice, who was thrilled to handle each of their tools in turn, getting all three hard. She sank to her knees in front of Ty and admired the fat head of his cock, lapping it before the horrified eyes of her husband.
"Honey," he moaned. "You can't do that. We're married."
"And we'll stay married. But no more sex for you, jerk." She fitted her lips around that thick knob and sucked it hard. After she freed it, she said, "Not when I can have something like this."
Gary finished getting naked. His pale body was almost hairless. Rap grabbed his hair and hauled him to his feet. Mack stepped in to squeeze his smooth pink ass. Gary squealed and tried to break free, but couldn't. He had to watch his wife take in more and more of Ty's thick rod, until her chin met his heavy balls. She bobbed her head, over and over, while the man she was servicing leered at Gary.
"What's the matter, boy?" Ty wanted to know. "Feeling bad that you threw away such a fine piece of ass?"
Clarice lapped the guard's balls. She told him, "This is making me hungry for a big load of cream."
"I'm going to bust my nut real soon, if you keep using them talents of yours on my Johnson."
She laughed and then concentrated to hoovering the head, while stroking the stalk, her slender white fingers on his dark skin. With her free hand she massaged his scrotum, still wet with her saliva. Gary wanted to close his eyes, yet he couldn't look away. Ty grunted and held her head. Clarice's cheeks swelled as they filled with his spunk. After he was fully drained, she rose without swallowing, and went straight to Gary. The busty blond locked lips with her startled husband. Before he could close his mouth, she used her tongue to push a gob of semen forward. Gary gasped, unintentionally drawing the slop further into his mouth. She jammed her thumbs into the sides of his face, keeping his jaws opened. His knees sagged, so that she was higher than him, making it easier for her to transfer more of the Black man's ejaculate. Clarice drew back, but only so she could spit repeatedly, between Gary's open lips. He broke down and began to weep.
"Holy crap," exclaimed Ty. "Looks like that loser likes eating my sauce."
"He's so happy, he's crying."
"Those are what they call tears of joy."
Gary made sickened sounds. Mack clamped a powerful hand on the back of his neck and told him, "You got two more loads coming, little man."
Clarice went down again, this time on Rap. She sucked him like a hooker trying to earn a big tip. Puckering up, she kissed his rod all over, then licked it like candy, purring with pleasure. Using the combination of sucking and stroking like before, she easily made him spurt into her warm wet mouth. Mack effortlessly got Gary onto his knees in front of her, so she could seal her mouth over her husband's and force-feed him a second helping of protein. He choked it down, with fresh tears streaking his flushed cheeks.
When it was Mack's turn, Clarice pulled up her top, letting her massive knockers bounce free. She captured the waiting length between them. It was so long that she could easily suck the head while keeping her torso in motion to give him added stimulation. Gary stared wide-eyed at the lewd scene.
Mack asked, "Where you learn to be such a slut, girl?"
She freed the end of his manhood long enough to smile coyly up at him and declare, "Before I married Mister Mouse-Dick, I went with a lot of Black dudes. I thought that, with Gary's porn business, I would get a regular supply of big Black cock. It was a huge disappointment when it turned out he wanted me all for himself. I was willing to be a good wife and accept that – until now."
Clarice got busy again on Mack's meat. He told her, "That small-dick problem is solved now. I got a big creamy blast of my love for you, and then you can share it with that chump, who I think is a secret sissy anyway."
Gary could only shake his head. He hated that his tongue and lips were coated with the slime of the big men she was cheating with. He had always considered the guys who purchased the interracial porn he made to be freaks. Now he was stuck in the role that they fantasized for themselves. Clarice was much more wanton than any of the models he had ever used. And these three studs were better equipped than any of the males he had ever hired. Waves of shuddering seized him as his wife was willingly titty-fucked by the third guard. Inevitably, another serving of spunk ended up in her mouth. Gary sobbed as his face was brought near to hers. Clarice locked eyes with him, then delivered an obscene and unclean kiss that resulted in him having to swallow the heaviest load so far. The thought of how much semen was in his system made him woozy.
"There you go," his wife said triumphantly. "The way I used to do it back when I was single, was that I'd get that first shot out of guys, so they could take their time when they screwed me. Are you three up for that?"
"Damn right."
"You bet."
"For sure."
Gary wrapped his arms around his naked chest and shook his head. This couldn't go further. It was terrible enough to see her use her mouth on them, but how she wanted to permit the guards to enter her even more intimately.
She got onto the bed and requested that they position her spouse alongside, on his knees, for a close-up view of the action to follow. When he closed his eyes, Mack's big paw of a hand whacked him in the back of the head, and the controlling guard commanded him to watch everything that happened. Ty got out of his uniform and put himself between Clarice's spread thighs. Just pressing his crotch against hers got him stiff again. He set the end of his weapon against her pink labia and eased it in, inch after inch. Gary was so close that he could smell the center of her femininity. He moaned loudly as Ty withdrew and plunged back in. Soon the guard had set up a steady piledriver tempo. Clarice writhed under him, in the throes of passion. She gripped his impressive biceps and held on while he thoroughly ravaged her. They finished together, with a cacophony of cries that drove Gary to fresh tears. Ty withdrew and stepped aside, to light a cigarette.
Rap said to his smoking fellow guard, "You left her slot damn sloppy, my man. Maybe she don't like that."
Ty told him, "I'm sure our boy Gary would be happy to clean it up. After all, he wants his wife to be happy."
"You hear that?" Rap said to the convict. "Time to wipe up that mess."
Gary held out his empty hands, "I don't have anything to use."
"Just get your face down there and lick it up, Junior."
"I can't. I never even used my mouth that way at home, when she was clean."
"Time to start," Rap told him.
He reached down and grabbed him by the balls, using them to bring him to the foot of the bed. Gary cried out in but and got onto the bottom of the mattress, on his knees. He stared at his wife's stretched-out pussy, oozing with spunk, and gagged loudly.
"Yeah," Clarice told him. "Time to learn. You'll being using your mouth down there a lot, instead of annoying me with that pea pod you've got instead of a cock."
Sobbing and muttering to himself, Gary moved forward until his nose was an inch from the target. He whimpered as he stuck out his tongue and scooped up a heavy dollop of discharge. When he swallowed it, he gurgled like a clogged drain. With Rap's fingers still squeezing his nuggets, he slurped out another glob. When he couldn't reach any more that way, he sucked. Not until he was utterly sickened, was he allowed to stop. Then his scrotum was released and the man who had been holding it took his turn with Clarice. She wrapped her legs around Rap and cried out repeatedly as he pummeled her with his prick. She had a screaming climax, in the middle of which he unloaded his balls into her, churning up his spunk with his final series of strokes.
"Look at her cootch," he said as he dismounted. "You got more cream pie to eat, you lucky guy."
Gary resumed his place between his wife's curvy legs and repeated the self-debasement of lapping her free of goo. She even got on her knees, to sit on his face, so that gravity would assist with emptying what was far up inside her. When she lifted herself up, his face was pink and sheened with sweat. He slid to the floor and had to cling to the frame of the bed to rise to his knees. She ended up on all fours, with her round ass raised invitingly. Mack didn't have to be told what to do. He put himself behind her and plunged in with one mighty shove, that made her squeal in delight.
"Yes," she cried. "This is what I need. Use me like a total tramp. Let my idiot husband see what a true man can do. Show him why his pathetic worm will never feel the inside of my precious twat again. Make another serving of vanilla filling for him."
After that she could barely form words, instead expressing herself mostly with animal sounds, occasionally interspersed with a few understandable syllables, like 'Yes' and 'More' and 'OH!'
Once Mack was out, Gary had to slide in with his face under her leaking cleft. She sat blissfully on his mouth and wriggled around as he got his third helping of Black-man's cum from her cunt. He was nearly smothered by her sopping snatch. She even had another orgasm, though it was less intense than what each of the guards had given her.
After Clarice was dressed, she hugged her nude husband tightly to her heavy boobs. Instead of kissing him, she bit his neck hard enough to leave a vivid hickey. The two prison employees who had brought him from his cell took him back, still nude, holding him up because his legs threatened to buckle with every step. Every con they passed hooted at him and made insulting remarks, especially about his diminutive dick. At least he could recover in peace, he told himself, with the pathetic Squishy keeping quiet and leaving him alone. Gary would never confess his own disgrace to his cellmate. When the barred door slid open, however, he was confronted with the hulking figure of an angry Black man.
"I'm Breaker," he announced. "My name is the same as my job. And you're my new cock-gobbler and butt boy."
"Noooo," Gary groaned as he was pushed inside and the door clanged shut behind him.
Naked and afraid, he huddled in the corner. Breaker dragged him to the lower bunk and sat him on the side of the mattress. The towering man freed his cock, which was longer and thicker than any of those Gary had serviced earlier. One of his balls could fill the white guy's hand.
"Open that sissy mouth," Breaker demanded in a tone that brooked no disobedience.
"I'm not a sissy," Gary insisted with no force behind his words.
"If you ain't now, you will be soon. I break white wussies like you all the time."
The Black giant crammed his jawbreaker in and began pumping. What followed was less like Gary giving a blowjob, and more like him having his mouth raped. Gary's gag reflex ceased almost at once, perhaps from sheer shock. His only consolation was that his assailant was in his throat when he finished, so that his considerable output went straight down his victim's gullet. Gary could only sit there in a daze, contemplating how much worse his altered fate might become. Before long, Breaker stripped down and lay on the bottom bunk on his side.
"Get your white ass in here, boy, and push it up against my pipe."
Still stunned from the first assault, Gary did as he was told. Lying there, he felt Breaker's intimidating instrument grow rigid again. It poked at the narrowness between Gary's buttocks. He heard Breaker spit and then felt the big man's fingers on his asshole, and painfully entering it, as he lubed up his target. Two blunt fingers were replaced by a cock like a battering ram. It invaded Gary and stretched his ring until he bawled and blubbered. Breaker laughed and worked his pelvis, taking his time for a long unhurried ride.
"I'm a one-hour man," he assured Gary. "I know a prison pansy like you wants his Daddy to take lots of time. You can call me Daddy." He laughed once. "Daddy Breaker. Let me hear you ask for plenty of drilling, boy."
Breaker's tool was so long that Gary imagined it had driven through his entire body and was in his throat. He choked out, "Please give me lots of drilling, Daddy."
"You gonna be up for it, 24/7?"
"Yes, Daddy Breaker."
"You want to be more of a fairy than Squishy ever was?"
Somehow, to agree with that, and strive to be more of a failed man than his original cellmate had been, would drag Gary to the depths of defeat. Even so, he strained out the words, "Yes, Daddy. I'll be a bigger fairy than Squishy was for you."
"That's what I like to hear." He punctuated the praise with a near withdrawal and a fierce thrust that buried him all the way back in. His enormous nuts pushed against Gary's much smaller ones.
Gary saw the last of his old life slipping away. It turned out to be even worse than he feared. There were false charges about him assaulting Breaker, which no one in their right mind could have believed. The original complaint that put him into an orange jumpsuit was dropped, but his supposed attack on a fellow inmate cost him ten months. There were regular visits from Clarice but each was at least as awful as the first, with most of them being even worse. She hooked up with countless guards and even the Black warden, all of who lusted after her inviting body and especially those titanic tits that Gary was no longer allowed to even touch, unless it was to lick Black men's semen off them.
When Gary was released, he found that his business had been taken over by the competitors who had sent him to prison. Their new superstar was Clarice. On the day he was freed, he became her costar, performing his degrading clean-up tasks, as well as being used by big Black cocks while she watched with glee. Their specialty was for her to give a partner a prolonged BJ, while Gary knelt behind the Black recipient. The hapless husband's job was to bury his face between dark buttocks, so he could kiss and lick and rim Black assholes, to probe them with his tongue, the entire time that his spouse was servicing the man's cock.
Was Gary eventually turned into a sissy? He got to the point where the only way he could ejaculate was with one Black cock in his mouth and another up his tailpipe. Did he ever learn to enjoy it? Not really, but he needed it and begged for more, which was close enough for Clarice and his legions of online fans.
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