Taking Beth

The rear clasp on her bra suddenly snapped open, bringing her to her senses. She had not even noticed Jackson reaching behind her. She reluctantly had to admit he had skilfully undone it. With one hand no less! A bad sign! He knew exactly what he was doing. A temptation grew inside her to stop resisting and to go with whatever he wanted and then just as she was considering complying the reality of that hit her.

"I can't do this," she suddenly said. "I am a wife and a mother. Please there must be some other way." Jackson ignored her protest and simply removed her bra.

"You will do what I want. You want this to be our secret you got it." He said. "But you screw me, or you know what happens." Jackson smiled as once more Beth shyly nodded her agreement. "That's my girl," he said. His head went down, and his mouth clamped around her right breast. "You have great tits," he observed, raising his head to look at her briefly before sucking her tit again. "Married huh?" he asked, and Beth nodded. "Got a kid huh?" Jackson added. And then after a pause he observed, "Your old man is very lucky." Jackson laughed. "You have a fucking great body!"

His mouth worked on her breast as his hand went back down inside her knickers again. Beth had felt a strange thrill when he had told her she had a great body. That was more than her husband ever said and she realised she desired this man. She loved how big and rough he was. More than that she knew deep down she quite liked being under this rouge's control. Being made to do what he wanted her to, turned her on.

Beth took a deep breath, as she realised, she had been stroking the back of Jackson's neck while she had been pondering. When he came up to kiss her again, she held his head in her hands and for the first time she kissed him properly. Once more they fell into a rhythm of kissing and stroking. Again, Beth felt his skilful caress making her body come alive.

Soon her breathing was audible, and she began to quietly sigh. Jackson's fingers began to work harder now, outpacing their kissing although he thought it was hot the way Beth tried to keep up. Her mouth reaching out for his, eagerly and willingly now, loving the way his lips probed her mouth.

Jackson's turned his attention to the breast he had yet to touch and he began to suck on her nipple, still his fingers worked her pussy. His lips worked down her body and when he reached the top of her knickers he stood up, shedding his boxer shorts in one swift movement.

"Shall I remove these?" Asked Beth quietly. She knew it was wrong but the need to be controlled by this man was growing, even if she kept telling herself she had no choice anyway.

"Why not?" Said Jackson standing up. "Can't fuck you with them on." He noticed as Beth shed her knickers, her gaze was fixed on his dick, which was standing proudly to attention. "A bit more than you get at home, huh?" He asked. Beth nodded shyly. "Don't worry baby I know exactly what you need" He added. Trying to ignore the thrill that went through her body Beth asked if he had a condom. "Of course," said Jackson and he went to the pile of his clothes and retrieved from the middle of them a condom wrapper. As he returned to the sofa, he found Beth was sitting up. He loved the fact she was waiting eagerly for him to return. Jackson was going to push her onto her back, but as soon as he was within reach she leaned forward, clearly ready and willing to give him head.

"Oh, fuck yes," responded Jackson, surprised and turned-on in equal measure that Beth was about to make a move.

He watched transfixed as Beth calmly took his cock in her right hand, placing her left hand at the top of his leg and slipping her lips over the huge purple head of his dick. After a brief exploratory suck, she shifted in her seat a little. A look of concentration went across Beth's face. She used two hands to position Jackson's dick at the right height before her left hand returned to his leg. Jackson gaze never left her, fascinated by her methodical preparation. Beth felt herself enjoying the fact she had his full attention and that she had surprised him.

And then she began blowing him. Her head bobbing up and down. A quiet "mmmmm" sound coming from her, amid the sound of slurping. With surprising confidence, she worked his dick, gradually increasing her speed and the portion of the enormous shaft that slipped down her throat. She had had a boyfriend once, who loved being given head and he had always told Beth she was very good at it. The memories came flooding back. Just like riding a bike she thought.

"That's it," whispered Jackson and he began to gather her hair up. "Oh, fuck that's it." He added. He played with the soft silky strands, as he created a ponytail on the top of her head and then redid it. Each time some hair would slip from his grasp and he would begin again.

"Do you like that?" She suddenly asked between sucks. Her big brown eyes looking up at him. "It's been a while since I have done this." In response Jackson gently took her head and without any resistance she took his dick into her mouth again. He began to push down on her head a little, forcing the last few inches of his cock down her throat. Beth was pleased with herself that she was able to take it all. She found if she rocked her head back slightly, as she came down on it, she would take it all and not gag.

Jackson delighted and still mesmerized at what she was doing was thrilled to see the focussed look on her face. Wow, she was really trying to do this right. And for a while that's all he did. Stand and watch her servicing dick, delighting in the fucking incredible sensations coming from that wet, warm mouth of hers.

"Gosh you are big," she said at one point and then finally after a few more strokes she sat back. Her mouth hurt. "I can't do that anymore," she said. Jackson smiled, watching her stroking his dick with her hand and then he quietly told her it was okay. It hit her what would probably come next, but she realised she didn't care. Beth felt guilty that she wasn't concerned about what she was being made to do, but that was all she felt. She wanted to be fucked by Jackson very much.

Jackson leant over the top of her, kissing her as he manoeuvred her into a position where she was laying on the sofa. He kissed down her body, bringing his legs onto the sofa too before he slid into a kneeling position on the floor. Pushing her legs apart he began to eat her out. Beth had expected to be fucked, but this surprising development made her even more horny. One good turn deserves another she thought.

She lay back, loving the touch of his tongue on her clit and liking the fact she could lay back for a bit. One hand rested on his shoulder while the other supported her head. One leg was raised, the sole of her foot resting on the sofa and the other one was on the floor. God he is so fucking good at this mused Beth, feeling so turned on that all she could think about was wanting more.

She was certain they would soon be fucking, and Beth tried amongst the waves of pleasure washing through her body to think straight about that. She felt huge pangs of guilt return, but to counteract them she told herself she had no choice. She had to save her brother. Beth knew she was very horny and also intrigued. He knew how to eat pussy, she was sure he would know how to fuck, and she realised she was aching to have that big juicy dick burrowing inside her.

Once more her body began to move in time to his touch, her tummy rising and falling but this time she barely noticed it, lost in the pleasure of the moment. His hand reached up to her breast and she made a sound of appreciation. Even the noise of him licking her sounded good. Her head turned slightly, and she looked down at him. There he was between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. She also watched her hand stroking his shoulder. And then she knew the point of no return had been reached. She was going to get fucked and there was nothing she could do about it even if she wanted to. The guilt slipped from her mind and all that remained was desire to fuck Jackson. Strong overwhelming desire.

Jackson stopped and stood up. He too seemed to realise this was the moment. Quickly unwrapping and putting on the condom which he must have kept to hand. Beth realised suddenly that she asked him loudly to fuck her. Twice in fact. For a moment she was embarrassed at how wanton she had sounded. That washed away as her desire for him took over again. Beth opened her legs wide in her eagerness. Then she felt his cock slip inside her. Jackson had entered her slowly and gently, but she was so wet, her insides received his dick in one long uninterrupted slide. Her back arched and she gasped as her insides burned with pleasure as he went ball deep. Jackson's cock stretched and filled her hole deeper and wider than any man ever had before.

"Oh, fuck that's so good," she gasped, her breath taken away. Her legs were as wide as she could get them as he carefully rocked forward and then back. "Arghh," she whispered, not in pain but delighted surprise at how amazing it felt. Once more she told him how good it was. He moved her slightly, pushing her right leg up beside him and then bearing down gently on her other one. He was fucking her a little harder now and when he began to stroke her clit with his fingers she began to moan.

"Oh my god," she said, shocked at the overwhelming sensations.

Jackson fell into a slow consistent rhythm. Each movement inside her flooded her insides with a burning lust for more. Her head slowly slid up the sofa, until it was against the hard and solid arm-rest. She could not slide any further and it pressed painfully against the top of her head. Her hand reached up, desperate suddenly to touch him and to feel his bare skin. She gripped his right arm that was supporting his body. Slowly he picked up speed, admiring her lovely tits as he screwed her. He was aware of Beth occasionally raising her head to look at what he was doing. Although, this was partly to get a brief respite from the pressure of the sofa's armrest that she was being crushed against.

Her fast breaths were audible again. He lowered his head and she slid her hands up onto his shoulders. She smiled as she watched his head slowly descend towards her and one by one he kissed her breasts. Enjoying one side, before a brief pause, and then his attention would transfer to the other side. As he worked on her tits Beth sighed and held his head in her hand, stroking his hair.

"That feels so good," she told him again, needing him to know how she felt. His arms scooped her legs up, pushing them up and backwards as he leant further over her. Now he was able to fuck her harder and faster. Beth began to cry out in time with each thrust. And then just as she felt nothing could feel so good, he switched to a slower, harder push, rolling his hips as he did. And her pleasure rose to an even higher level. Then suddenly he was going fast again. "Argh, argh" Beth moaned. Over and over. She admitted to herself this whole thing was fucking amazing. Never had any man produced in her such intense feelings, such passionate abandonment.

This huge man taking her against her will, showing her how incredible sex could be. This was wrong on so many levels she told herself and for a moment it felt like she was looking down on herself. Feeling of disgust at what she was doing bubbled up inside her. If I don't cooperate he will hurt my brother the other side of her mind told herself. And then she realised her body was beginning the slow build-up of pressure towards an orgasm. Negative thoughts dissolved away. Beth mind blanked everything else out except the wonder of being screwed so well and the anticipation of how an orgasm would feel after Jackson had given her such an intense fucking.

It all felt so fucking dirty but wonderful at the same time. Her legs pushed backwards against her body. Being fucked on the Prison Governor's sofa by a man who was threatening her brother. But there was no denying she wanted this. At some basic level she ached to be controlled, to be taken when she was helpless. Jackson brought her back to reality, suggesting suddenly they try something else. He sat back on the sofa, motioning that Beth should sit on his lap.

She hesitated, and the thought came to her that perhaps this bastard knew exactly what he was doing. It was one thing being screwed by this man, convincing herself she could not stop what was happening. But if she rode him as he wanted, then she would be doing the fucking. It's out of your control, she told herself, so with a sigh she got up and climbed carefully across his legs.

"I've not done this for a while either," she said defensively. Jackson held his dick for her as she sat down on it. "Oh yes," she gasped breathlessly, god that felt good . Doubt free again, all she wanted now was to ride him. Resting her hands on his shoulders once Jackson was completely inside her, she fell back into the deep pool of intense pleasure, where nothing else mattered but fucking. She began to slowly move up and down, Jackson's hand caressing her ass as she fucked him. She rode him at a slow consistent speed. But he began to help her, gripping her hips and so making her speed up a little. "Oh my god," she said, as he began to show her how to slide back and forth across his dick. His position inside her changed, having an immediate and dramatic effect on the sensations coursing through her body.

"Holy fuck," she whispered in shock and amazement. And then suddenly he rose, lifting her into his arms as he stood up. All Beth could do was wrap her arms around her neck, shocked by his strength and the ease with which he had picked her up. This was a new position for her, but she loved the helplessness of being held in the air.

"Holy shit," she said, "holy shit," she repeated, in her surprise. Then immediately he was fucking her so hard, all she could was hang on, close her eyes, and let him use her body as he wished. His strong arms slipped under her knees, as he lifted her into the air then let her fall back down. This motion aided by gravity, drove his dick into Beth so hard and fast that she wondered if her insides could take it. But all she felt was overwhelming pleasure. She begged him not to stop.

"Holy shit," Beth repeated. She managed to say, "this is so fucking good." Each word though was punctuated by cries and gasps. Then for the first time they were both loudly gasping for breath. Beth was delighted that Jackson too was losing control. And then for the first time she screamed properly. The pressure inside her was becoming deliciously unbearable.

He spun her around and then forcing her face down on the sofa, he entered her again, this time from behind. The whole movement had been so frantic but smooth and swift. Although he had used irresistible force he had not hurt her. Then she cried out in shock. He had slapped her ass.

No man had ever slapped her but Jesus Christ it felt good. And then he did it again, harder this time. That felt even better.

She wanted to tell him she liked it, but for a moment the shock of that idea stopped her. By then he was fucking her so hard and so fast from behind. All she could do was moan loudly in times to the thrusts. She tried to settle into a comfortable position, pressed as she was onto her stomach with her head once again jammed against the armrest. Her hands tried to stop it pressing hard against her, as Jackson fucked her, but it was futile. Anyway, she knew she was about to burst, being taken so hard, robbed her of any control. But oh god how she loved it. And then he exploded inside her.

"Oh, fuck yes," she cried, the second before she felt his cock go rock hard and then it twitched several times, each jerk being less strong than the last. Above her Jackson groaned and then Beth too was crying out as her anticipated orgasm came, sending wave upon wave of intense heat crashing through her body. The waves built in intensity until she thought she could bear it no more and then they gradually began to fade. Beth and Jackson both fought to recover their senses as they lay together for a while. Jackson was the first to regain control.

He rose, "I suggest you get yourself dressed for the Governor." He said as though nothing had happened and then he swiftly dressed and left. Before departing he added, "I suggest you think very hard about what you say. Maybe an apology for wasting everyone's time. We both know you wanted this." Beth had lain still, just watching Jackson dress. Guilt building inside her again. She sighed, rose too and dressed. And at the very moment she was ready the door opened and in walked a man she guessed was the person she had come to the prison to see. The governor! But a lot had happened since then.

No, she thought. I have been fucked by the real governor of this prison and she realised she was hoping it would happen again.