Dark Fantasies

by T West

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  LUST IN PRISON

  By

  Tess West

  T he keys clinked in Zara’s pocket, and to her ears the sound reverberated off the walls. She had always expected prisons to be loud. Then again, when she had been sitting in her criminal justice classes at the community college she didn’t think she would be working the night shift.

  Graduation had come so soon and she was grateful for the job, but she wished it wasn’t so quiet. Her dad always said silence gave him too much room to think. “You fill the space up with thoughts of nothing.” Dad always said.

  Zara put her hand into her pocket, closing his fingers over the shifting keys and trying to make herself more comfortable in her chair. She watched the monitors on the wall, the glow of the green night vision making her feel like she was deep underwater. Paperwork ruffled underneath her elbows as she rested her chin on her hand. The day staff was fond of leaving them things to keep busy with at night.

  Zara let herself get lost in the images of doors and hallways. Since she was new they had put her with the least dangerous criminals. However, one didn’t go to prison for just anything. Zara could pull up a prisoner’s file with a keystroke on the computer. She had learned as much as she could.

  The door bursting open sent her flying up out of her chair, jumping for something to defend herself with. The first weapon her hand landed on was a stapler. It didn’t even occur to her to reach for any weapon on her belt.

  “Whoa, kid, you need to learn to relax.”

  Clutching at her chest, Zara willed her heartbeat to slow. It was just Rennard. He was the other night guard on the ward and Zara couldn’t remember his first name. The departing day guards called the man Rennard, he signed his reports Rennard, and the bosses had introduced him as Rennard. He was not a small man. Between his six foot height and body builder physique, he was black and hard to miss. How can he be so stealthy? Zara thought.

  “You surprised me.”

  Rennard smiled. “Considering that you were ready to beat me with a stapler, I figured that was the case.” He pointed at the object still held in Zara’s hand.

  She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and was grateful for the darkness of the monitoring booth. “I uh…”

  “We don’t exactly work with the inmates who would stab you with a pen as soon as look at you. If any of the more dangerous prisoners escaped they would have to come down the back corridor.” He pointed at the security monitors. “You’d see if that happened.”

  Rennard dropped into his seat on the opposite side of the booth from Zara. He pulled a candy bar from his pocket and the crinkle of the wrapper filled the room.

  “Does the back corridor lead to the breakroom?” Zara asked.

  Rennard nodded.

  “How would they even get in there?” She added.

  Rennard’s large shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Same way you or I would. Just takes a few doors. But like I said, we don’t work with that sort.”

  Zara settled back into her chair, trying to get her mind back on the monitors and the reports. During training she’d been shown a map of the cell blocks and the guard corridors. If someone was clever enough… she stopped that line of thought. It was bad enough being in the darkened prison without thinking of serial killers or mob assassins wandering the hallways with stolen keys.

  Rennard chucked the candy wrapper towards the trash can near Zara’s feet. It soared right in, without even hitting the side of the can. He got up. “I’ll be out on patrol. You can get me on the radio if you need anything. Feel free to take a break in a while if you want, just lock up the booth.”

  Zara swore she could detect a scent in the air, but couldn’t quite place it. She shifted in her seat, trying her best to get it out of her mind.

  “Okay.” She watched him as he walked down the corridor and unlocked a door, disappearing into one of the side hallways that another guard was watching on a glowing green monitor.

  Was that movement in camera three? She stared at it for a moment. Her eyes twitched violently and she squeezed them shut. Zara glanced at the clock. It was 2 a.m. She’d been on her shift for four hours. A break would be good.

  Locking the door behind her she headed down the corridor toward the breakroom. She considered what she would get from the vending machine. The hallways of the prison were plain, devoid of ornamentation beyond employee safety posters. The lighting was dimmed for the night, the safety lights creating a blue glow. The flickering of the television spilled into the hall. Zara jumped slightly, someone was sprawled on the breakroom couch. The man raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

  “You’re the new girl, right?” asked the guard sitting on the couch. Zara couldn’t remember his name.

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  The man made small talk as Zara got a bag of crisps from the vending machine. She muttered the standard answers. The guard finished his break and headed back out on his own patrol. She could hear a door clicking farther down the hallway as the guard went back to work. She switched off the TV, not interested in the late night infomercial. The building groaned and creaked, small sounds echoing into the room from the corridor.

  The coffee was a little bland, but she felt it would help. As the liquid splashed into her cup she felt the ache of her bladder. Drinking the cup would have to wait. The click of the mug on the counter was accompanied by a click of something in the hallway. A door opening? She stuck her head into the hallway, but she couldn’t see anyone. Her ears pricked up. Were those footsteps? She listened, but didn’t hear anything more.

  Get it together, it was probably just my imagination. I need to get to the bathroom.

  Gathering her courage, she walked into the hallway towards the facilities. Her eyes strained against the blue light of the hall, but nothing seemed amiss. She swung the door to the bathroom open, and was greeted by dark. She groped along the wall near the door for a light switch, her mind creating scenarios of someone grabbing her arm in the darkness making her pulse pound.

  The room flooded with light when she found the switch. As a precaution she decided to check every stall. That wasn’t paranoid, it was prepared. At least that was how she rationalized it. She would just get her business done with quickly and head back to the booth with its locked door and security screens.

  She finished as quick as she could and was startled by how loud the flush sounded. It was as she was washing her hands that she realized anyone could have heard that and known she was in there. Those footsteps… someone could have used the flush as cover to come inside the bathroom! Or be waiting for me in the hall! What if that guard in the breakroom wasn’t a guard at all!?

  She turned the water off and prepared herself for re-entry to the hallway. She flicked off the lights, plunging herself into darkness, convincing herself that if there was someone there, she could have the upper hand with the element of surprise. Taking a deep breath she swung the door open, only to have it filled with a hulking figure.

  It was Rennard.

  The big man reached out and flicked the light switch back on. Zara backed into the bathroom as Rennard stepped forward, causing gooseflesh to crawl over her. That was when she smelled it. Like a musk, an almost ancient smell. Something in her recognized it even as her brain and senses tried to deny it. Unconsciously, Zara felt a throb in her underwear. The smell, overwhelming a moment ago, was becoming sweet and cloying to her in a strange way. She breathed in deeply. An electric tingle flowed to her nipples and pussy. She gasped. The pheromones coming from Rennard flooded her system and she fell to her knees on the hard bathroom floor. The pheromones were all around her, she was almost gagging in its strength.

  Rennard closed the bathroom door. The pair were alone.

  Zara’s eyes watered, and she slipped a hand into her workpants and underwear, falling forward onto her forearm. Her ass was in the air, covered by the thin material of her trousers. Her stomach touched the cold floor as her uniform shirt rode up to the bottom of her bra. Renna
rd walked round to the back of her, his footsteps heavy in his leather boots. Zara turned her head as her hand found her clit and began working it. She saw it. Rennard had unzipped. Huge, throbbing, pulsing and black. Zara knew the scent had to be coming from this alpha male, this hulking beast of a man. It both enthralled and aroused her. On the white floor, she could see the shadow swinging between Rennard’s enormous legs.

  With a catlike suddenness he was on her, ripping down her workpants and white panties. Rennard’s cock was humungous, and Zara gasped as the big man crouched down behind her and slapped it off her ass. He spread her legs as far as they could, her muscles at their breaking point as he rubbed his cock up and down the length of her crack. As her breath quickened, so did Rennard’s, chiming in with her ragged and hitched grunts. The big man’s grip was feral, his mouth on her neck, holding her to the ground as he pushed the length of his shaft inside her ass cheeks without penetrating her. Zara blacked out.

  When she regained consciousness, she was sitting on a toilet in one of the stalls, with the seat down. The huge, hung man was standing before her. Rennard stepped forward, and his massive dick bobbed in front of her face. He exhaled loudly, and slapped his mammoth cock across Zara’s face. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head between her lips. The pheromones that had affected her earlier now ran down her throat with each swallow of the man’s pre-cum. She took both hands and began stroking him as she sucked, opening her legs wide and rubbing her ass against the smooth plastic toilet seat. Rennard clutched her head with both big palms as his pre-cum flowed down her neck and into her stomach. It drizzled way more than a regular man and she nearly choked, swallowing out of self-preservation and instinct. Instantly, she was flooded with something that felt like a cross between adrenaline and MDMA, a whirlpool of lust and horniness that made her eyes roll back in her head.

  She reached out and slid one hand under Rennard’s shirt, her palm rubbing along his ripped abs. She let her hand drift up to his barrel chest, feeling the definition of his muscles.

  Her hands moved back down and lightly squeezed his cock, making him sigh in the open-doored stall, his hands gripping her hair as she did so. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his slacks and boxers down to just below his ass, letting his huge balls hang free. Zara tensed slightly, worried about the sheer size of the thing, but she knew she just couldn’t help herself.

  She circled her hand around the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum that had been leaking from him and using it as lube to slide her hand up and down his stiff length, flicking her thumb over the slit every time she reached the top.

  “Oh yes, that’s it…” Rennard breathed, rocking his head back as Zara continued to stimulate him. She looked at what she was doing, loving the sight of her hand running over the big black cock, feeling the vein that ran from the base to the tip, and watching the big man shiver as she did so.

  Rennard stepped out of the stall and lay on the floor on his back, awaiting the young woman.

  Moments later Zara was on top of him and straddling his hips, unbuttoning his shirt and bending her head down to lick at his nipples, biting one gently as one hand moved down his body, working his cock, as Rennard’s fingers reached up and found her slick pussy.

  “Ooooh…” she gasped, arching her back and writhing slightly at the feeling of his large fingers slipping into her, moving gently against her skin, his thumb finding her clit and caressing it lightly. “God, please…”

  “Please what, girl?” Said Rennard, moving his fingers faster inside her, watching as her cheeks flushed pink and her breasts heaved. He pressed into her further, the young woman squirming over him and building quickly to her climax. She squeezed around his fingers, and Rennard stroked her g-spot, but didn’t let her cum. Breathing heavily, Zara slipped his slacks and briefs all the way down and off, leaving the big man nude from the waist down except for his black boots.

  “Please continue…”

  Zara climbed on top of him and straddled him again, lining up the cock with her pussy, but not riding him yet. She slid along the length, making him groan at the sensation of having such a moist snatch in contact with his aching member, and she smiled down at him, feeling in control, seeing as she was the one on top.

  Rennard crooned and pulled her in closer.

  “It’s too big. I’m not sure if I can...” Zara started, sounding slightly anxious.

  “Just relax, girl, you can do it. I know you can.” Rennard said encouragingly, holding onto her hips and guiding her down.

  Zara nodded and drew in a deep breath, readying herself. She pushed down on the cock head, but despite her self-lubrication and the throbbing shaft of Rennard’s cock, it just wasn’t going to fit. At least not in this position. He gripped her hips tighter and pulled her down forcefully on his cock head, but no luck. Zara’s pussy was way too tight – the head just wouldn’t pop inside.

  “Jesus Christ...” muttered Rennard, clearly getting impatient.

  He pushed her off him and frogmarched her over to the sinks, before bending her over one of them. She placed the palms of her hands on the cold tiles before her, and felt the presence of the big man behind her.

  Rennard leaned over and pressed down hard on the soap dispenser on the wall, the gel squirting down into the palm of his hand. He wasted little time in spreading the cold liquid all over Zara’s pert ass cheeks, which clenched together tightly at the feel of it. He began to work the soap into her buttocks in steady, circular motions, spreading it evenly and carefully across every inch of the young woman’s backside. When he got to the crack, he pulled her cheeks apart and worked it up and down the length of her crack, massaging it down to her little pussy which ached as the large fingers ran over it.

  Once satisfied with his handiwork, Rennard pushed down on the small of her back, causing her to arch and stick her ass out further. He raised his arm up in the air, and with an open palm, slapped it down hard on Zara’s ass cheeks. His large palm caught her perfectly across both cheeks, causing her to gasp. He spanked her again, this time focusing his attention on the right cheek. Several hard spanks followed, the soap making it sting just that little bit more, before he moved onto the left cheek. After a dozen loud, hearty slaps, he took a step back, and once again massaged her ass, soothing the sting with delicate but hard strokes, kneading the flesh under his hands.

  He held Zara’s cheeks and lined his cock up with her pussy - she was so wet and yearning from the treatment the man had given her, as well as the adrenaline. She was glad that his fingers had helped her at least a little, because that big dick was going to stretch her to the limit.

  Rennard breathed against her neck as he held his own shaft with one hand and Zara’s cheeks with the other, letting his dick prod at her pussy. She whimpered and her head fell forward, trying to relax and let him inside.

  He pushed a couple more times, and suddenly sank into her, making her cry out.

  “You’re…” Zara closed her eyes as the big man drew out slightly and slid back in slowly, knowing that she needed him to go slowly, at least for the first few thrusts. He did this a few more times, Zara’s palms slipping on the tiles before her, tossing her head back at the sensation of the enormous tool plowing into her from behind. “You’re so frickin’ big!”

  Rennard placed both hands on her cheeks and spread her as wide as he could, the sight of his dick sliding into her body massively turning him on. He slammed into her, the pumps becoming faster and rougher, and wrapped a hand around the few inches of his thick, throbbing girth that couldn’t fit into Zara’s tight snatch.

  Zara was now completely wanton, screaming in pleasure as the man rammed into her, over and over again. He steadily pounded her, shoving his cock into her and angling it perfectly as his hand stroked the base of his own dick, moaning loudly.

  He pushed her head further forward, and she tried to grip at the wall for dear life as he pounded her, his big sack swinging, narrowly missing her clit.

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bsp; Zara lost herself in incredible pleasure. The big tool inside her was hitting her g-spot just right, and had her seeing stars. If anyone had asked how her first week was going to go, she never in a million years would have been able to predict this.

  She pounded back on the man’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway, wanting to yell and scream but biting her bottom lift to muffle her cries as best she could. Rennard continued to work his magic, slipping his steel-hard pole in and out of her. He drilled her hard and fast as his thighs tensed and flexed, holding onto her hips as Zara tried her best to hold onto the slippery tiles. He picked up an amazingly fast pace, slamming her hard and very fast with long, rhythmic pumps, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud and clear in the bathroom. It wasn’t long before his balls twitched and rippled, signaling his imminent climax.

  “Oh god...” she gasped, feeling his hand reach around and grab her tits. She flicked her clit, working herself with speed and accuracy.

  Zara came, squirting around the shaft and onto the floor, some of it splashing up and splattering against the smooth tiles of the wall. She felt the big man’s cum shoot inside her in rich, heavy blasts. Her pussy filled and flooded with his cream, the great cock sloshing cum from her hole as he thrust his final stabs. She couldn’t contain it all, and Rennard watched as the cum started leaking out of her pussy and around his girth.