Locked Up Ch. 01

##This is my first story on Lit. Please feel free to leave comments. Apologies if it's pretty heavy on the detail for the set up, but I have more in mind for future chapters if it goes well.##

Going to prison for Cordelia wasn't exactly what I had planned this morning. As the door to my new cell clanged shut. Whistles and shouting of the other inmates slowly began to die down as the guard shouted "lights out in five" from somewhere distant.

I looked around at my new home, my own four walls. A single bed ran along one wall, white sheets neatly folded on top. In the corner opposite was a toilet and a sink, and above that was a small shelf with a pot containing toothbrush and toothpaste. There was even a tiny desk in here and a chair, though no writing equipment or paper had been provided yet.

I sighed. Things could be worse, I thought as I sat down on the bed. It creaked as I moved to take off my shoes and socks. Two years they gave me, which realistically would be one with good behaviour. I was determined to make sure it was no more than one. The one thing I was holding on to was that Cordelia was waiting for me back home.

I removed my shirt and trousers and stood up to make my bed. I could hear a knocking from the cell next door, and I moved to the cell bars.

"Oi, new fish, can you hear me?" I heard a gruff whisper. I grunted in acknowledgement, unwilling to talk right now in case anyone could hear the nervous shake in my voice. "Good. Listen 'ere, I can get you stuff if you need. Just ask."

I grunted in response, and then returned to my bed, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep much that night, and was almost thankful when the bell rang to wake us up.

I was already dressed and sat on the edge of my bed when the bell rang, and I heard some of the guards banging on the cells making sure everyone was getting up and ready. When the cell opened, I was standing waiting. The guards ushered us out and I got to see my neighbour from last night - a large black fellow, easily over 6ft 5", with broad shoulders a scar across his cheek. He would be terrifying if he didn't walk out with a big grin on his face. Something about that grin made me forget any preconceived idea that he was a dangerous person. "Walk forward new fish" he raised his eyebrows, and I realised we had all begun walking down the corridor of cells. I started forward after the inmate in front of me.

As I passed the cells, I noticed most of them looked a lot more homely than mine. Some even had TV's in, which surprised me. I wondered how strict the guards were here, as I walked into the canteen for breakfast.

At 6ft, I wasn't the tallest man here. My years in various trades meant that I had a sturdy frame, calloused hands and thick forearms, but my back was naturally hunched, which made me look a little smaller than I was. My blonde hair was shaved before entering the prison, and I had a small beard growing, slightly patchy.

The first day wasn't at all as bad as I imagined. I ate breakfast with Savage, my cell neighbour, (or Sav as he was known to everyone in here). He told me that this was the more relaxed part of the prison. "Most people are here because of tax avoidance or some shit" was what Sav told me, although looking around at the tough looks on some people's faces, I thought that was definitely a lie. Once breakfast was over, we were assigned jobs. They helped us 'reform' or so we were told. I was sent to clean the windows on the East side of the prison, and I came to enjoy some time in the sun and fresh air.

We stopped for lunch, and I found Sav again in the canteen. He told me there had been a fight earlier and two people had been put in the infirmary. Apparently one of them had been stabbed pretty bad. This is when he warned me of a group that called themselves 'The Judged'. Sav reprimanded me like a school teacher when I started laughing. "Shut the fuck up, I'm serious". His face was angry then, hard, and his eyes looked like they had seen some awful shit. "Just stay the fuck away from them okay?"

I agreed.

The rest of the afternoon was spent doing recreational activities. You had to fill in a form at the start of the week to let the guards know where you wanted to spend each afternoon. Because I hadn't had the form yet, I was sent to the yard. The weights were enjoyable, and I felt sore, but good, when I stopped for dinner. We were returned to our cells after we'd eaten, and I noticed I had some pencils and paper on my desk.

A few weeks went by until I could finally see Cordelia. I was permitted to 30 minutes of visitation at 1pm, and I couldn't wait. My stomach was full of nerves at lunch, and I didn't touch my food.

When 1pm rolled around, I was escorted to the visitor centre, and through a door into a room with eight chairs in front of glass screens. "Number two" the guard ushered me forward to the booth with a big TWO above it.

I sat down and shortly after, a door on the other side of the glass opened and through walked my Cordelia. She was as stunning as ever, wearing a summer dress that showed off her fantastic figure. She was about 5ft 6", but in the heels she was wearing, she was more like 5ft 9". Her dress was red with little sunflowers on, and it came down to just above her knees. Her brunette hair up in a ponytail, showing off her neckline and collarbones. She was wearing just a small amount of makeup and some red lipstick.

I imagined being on the other side of the glass and lifting her against the wall, grabbing her perky breasts and kissing her neck. My hand lifting her leg up as I fucked her against the wall, in front of all the other people in the room. Remembering how she moaned when I slid in and out of her.

Sitting down in front of me, she picked up the phone. I must admit, I was still taken aback by her and lost in thought that I forgot to pick up the phone, until she knocked on the glass.

Jolted back to reality, I shifted in my seat, realising I had a hard on under my trousers. I grabbed the phone, dropping it on the desk in my fluster. Picking it back up and raising it to my hear I heard her speak, and it was the most amazing sound. "Hey baby. You staying strong?"

My voice in reply sounded croaky. "Yes, even better now I've finally got to see you!"

"I wanted to tell you how amazed I am with you, and thank you again for what you have done for me." She whispered, her eyes slightly watery.

"Shhh Cord, not here okay?" I said, looking around.

Cordelia regained her composure and we spoke about life back at home for a little bit. How she missed me in our bed, and I joked that she better do! Thirty minutes came around much quicker than I wished, and soon I was being escorted back to my cell.

That night I heard a tapping on my wall again, and I walked to the bars. Just then a hand extended from the cell next door to mine. In his hand was an old looking iPhone. "Take it, quickly." Sav whispered, and I grabbed the phone. "This is mine, but I don't mind sharing it. I use it for my hoes back home" He chuckled, and I smiled, sitting back on my bed.

I whispered my thanks, before entering Cordelia's number and sending a text: "Hey gorgeous, guess who?"

I held my breath for a while, wondering if she'd even reply tonight, especially to a number she didn't know! Just before I gave up hope, the three dots appeared at the bottom of the message, and then her message came through: "Who? ... Just kidding! I can't believe you have a phone, this is great!"

I felt like an excited kid again texting the girl I fancied. We exchanged texts well into the night, and I don't know whether it was the risk of it, or the fact that I had seen her earlier that day, but I decided to ask her to send a couple of nudes.

For a while I sat there, and I could feel my eyes starting to close, wondering if she thought it was too weird. I had just about given up hope, when the phone vibrated and I opened it. I couldn't believe what I saw, and my jaw practically dropped.

She had sent three photos. The first was her in the outfit from earlier. She was sitting on the couch, and had obviously set up the phone on a timer. Her legs were up, slightly spread apart, and she had pulled up her dress. Her panties were just about visible, and she had one finger in her mouth. The way she looked at the camera alone made my dick hard. She looked like a model.

The second was on our bed. She had gotten onto all fours and set the camera up behind her. She had pulled up her dress above her bum, and was wearing a thong. It did not cover much. She was looking behind her, and she added a caption underneath: "What are you waiting for?"

Before I knew it, I had my dick out and was furiously jacking off. The third photo was greater still. Cordelia had removed the thong, and it was sitting on the edge of the bed just in front of her. She was facing the camera, on her knees, with her legs apart. Her dress had been pulled down and she had her hands on the bed in front of her, as she leant forward, her arms barely covering her tits, her dress only just covering her pussy.

I scrambled to reply: "Holy fuck babe! That's so hot!" Before continuing to stroke my cock quickly.

"I want you here, fucking me. Take my pussy from behind, spank me. I want you to cum inside my pussy." She sent the next text and it sent me over the edge. I came quickly and leaned back on my pillow in bed.

Cordelia had never been this dirty in the whole three and a half years I'd known her, but this was something else! As I lay there in ecstasy, she sent another text. "I'm going to bed now babe, that was fun. Maybe next time you can help me out too!"

I replied "definitely" and lay the phone down on the desk before drifting off to sleep. My dreams that night were filled with Cordelia, and I woke up with another hard on as the bell rang.

That night, Sav asked me for the phone back, saying his hoes would worry where he was. I quickly sent a text to Cordelia saying I had to give the phone back now but I'd let her know as soon as I could chat again. I passed the phone across and added "Sav, there are some private photos in that text-"

Sav interrupted "Of course, of course, man. I know how it is. I won't pry if you do me the same courtesy." I hadn't even thought about looking through his messages, I was just so excited to be able to chat to Cordelia.

A couple of months went by, quicker than I expected now I had some evenings with Cordelia to look forward to. Sav let me use the phone whenever I asked for it, but since it was his, I didn't want to take the piss, and I only asked two-three times a week at most. Each time I messaged Cordelia, she had some new photos ready for me. As the weeks rolled on, the photos became more risqué, until one evening she told me she had a surprise.

I couldn't imagine what she'd send through, but when I saw it, I felt a mix of emotions. She sent me a photo and a caption. She was on the bed in some sexy lingerie, and in her hands was a large black dildo. It was big enough that she could wrap both hands around it and there was still a good few inches on top. I looked closer and couldn't help but be impressed by the detail of this thing. If I hadn't seen the end of it, it could have easily passed as a real penis.

The second photo she sent me was her holding the cock up to her lips. Her tongue was out and she appeared to be licking the head. She captioned it "What do you think? I've named him Tyrone."

I paused for a moment, thinking of a reply. My heart was racing. I was hurt that she had gotten a toy in my absence, but I understood that she had needs, but then I was hurt and a little worried that she had gotten something that much... bigger than me. But while I felt worried, I also couldn't help noticing that my cock was getting harder again. Seeing her with that huge fake penis by her mouth couldn't help but get me excited. I tried to think of a good reply, not wanting to spoil this moment, when she sent a third photo. She was lying on her back, her legs spread on the bed, and the head of the dildo was pressing against her now exposed pussy.

I started jerking myself off again. Writing in my reply all I could think of in that moment: "Fucking hell!"

The three dots appeared again, but this time it wasn't a photo, it was a video. I clicked to download, excited about what I'd find. Downloading felt like years, but it finally finished and I clicked play. The video was only a few seconds long, but Cordelia was on the bed, both hands holding the huge dildo, as she pushed the head inside her pussy. Her mouth opened, and her eyes went from closed to open in surprise pleasure.

The video showed her pushing the head just about inside, and ended with her biting her bottom lip. I replayed it again and again, furiously jerking my cock. Another message: "Did you like watching me take that big cock baby?"

I don't know why, but that message brought me to climax so fast. The way my good and proper girlfriend was acting like a slut was driving me crazy. I breathed hard, before looking down and realising I had a few more photos on the phone.

She was taking photos of herself trying to fuck this huge dildo. Some of them were different positions - legs apart on the bed, trying to sit down on it, on her back with her legs up in the air, and the last one was doggy position, with the dildo at least half inside her pussy. She was very good at taking these photos, and I could feel myself getting hard again.

"That's huge, how big is it?" I texted back.

There was no reply. I waited for a minute, then two, three. Eventually I realised I had started jerking my cock again, and I went back to the video. I could feel myself getting close, and the phone buzzed. I clicked the banner at the top without thinking and it took me to a different conversation. 2 photos had been sent, obviously to Sav, not me, but before I could back out, I saw them.

The woman was a model, for sure. She was Latina, with long dark hair and a body that I've only seen in lingerie ads. She had a thick ass, huge breasts, and toned legs and abs. This woman was standing against a wall, with one leg up on a table. She only wore a skirt and heels, and her fingers were inside her pussy. Staring at the camera, I couldn't help but linger.

Another message came through from her: "How badly do you want to fuck me daddy?"

I don't know what prompted me to do it, but I replied: "So fucking badly" and hit send.

The reply was quick. Another photo, but this time she had a huge black dildo in her hand. Similar to the one Cordelia had. The woman had this dildo in her mouth and appeared to be deepthroating it when she took the photo. The text that sent shortly after brought me back to reality "It feels so good hunny, I'm so glad you got this made for me so I have your dick with me always!"

Had it made?! Was that a copy of Sav's dick? I thought. I quickly deleted the message I had sent, and returned to my text conversation with Cordelia. I started writing another message to her, but she replied: "It's 10 inches baby, and I can fucking feel it!" She sent another photo and this time she was on her back, the dildo was about half way inside of her, but it was covered in her juices. Another text: "It stretched me out baby!" This one sent me over the edge for the second time that night and I came hard.

"Show me you" She sent another text. I panicked. I hadn't done this before. Desperately I tried to take an attractive photo of my now deflating 5 and a half inch cock. I selected the best one and sent it over.

Before she had replied, Sav called out. "Yo buddy, I need the phone please!"

I stood up, staring at the message, hoping she'd reply. I sent another text "I have to give the phone back now. I'm sorry."

Suddenly the phone started vibrating again. Cordelia's number came up on the screen - she was calling me?

Sav had said right at the start, the one rule is that we cannot talk on the phone. If the guards found out, they'd take it away and add years to our sentence. Phones were prohibited. But I couldn't not answer. I turned back to my bed and swiped to answer the call.

"You're going to leave me now after getting me all hot and bothered?" Cordelia said. "Naughty boy." She sounded different, I'd seen her text like this, but never talk out loud before. For the third time that evening I felt my cock twitch.

"I'm sorry baby, Sav needs the phone back." I whispered in reply.

There was a moment of silence, followed by rustling. Then heavy breathing down the phone. "Oh baby, yes. You don't want to leave now... oh yes... do you?" I reached into my pants and my cock was hard again.

"Fuck baby, I can't. Sav will kill me." I said, reluctantly.

"Aww you can't... oh fuck... give me to Sav now. I'm all... mmmghhhh... hot and bothered!" She teased. The thought of me giving Sav the phone while she was like this for some reason disturbed me a little.

"Fuck, I don't want to Cord, but I have to. You have your dildo to play with anyway." I tried to reason.

"Oh... oh yes... fuck... but it's not the same as a real cock." She moaned down the phone.

"Oi! The phone... Now!" Sav whisper-shouted from the cell next door.

Sav's voice was angry now, and I realised I'd taken it too far. He had given me the phone as a kindness, and I was repaying him by keeping hold of it now. "I'm sorry Cord, I love you."

Just before I hung up the phone I heard her shout "Don't you dare-" but unfortunately that was all I heard. I quickly passed the phone outside the cell to Sav next door and he snatched it out of my hand.

"I'm sorry Sav, I won't take the piss again." I apologised, and he grunted in response.

My dream that night was of Cordelia, wearing the dress from the day she visited, as she danced around me, climbing on top of me, before she stepped back, turning around and getting on her knees in front of a faceless man. She unzipped his trousers and brought out her dildo. Looking back at me, she licked her lips, and returned to the large black dildo, giving it a lick up the shaft, and kissing the head, before taking it into her mouth. I woke with a start, and an erection...