Janet Roland - The whore makers

Vivian continued to finger-fuck her box. She was excited to new levels of sexual arousal by the rough treatment she was receiving. She shivered as she felt her asshole stretch as his strong hands parted the cheeks and found the mark. She spread her legs as wide as she could, enticed by the friction of the fingers in her asshole and pussy.

The doctor moved as close as he could and rammed his cock into her sopping twat. She barely had a chance to remove her fingers from the burning hole. She was ready to come again; a surge of sexual energy was getting ready to rush over her skin. The pounding cock in her pussy and the probing finger in her asshole were sending her spinning.

Vivian moved her hips frantically as she tried to jerk another blast of hot jism into her cunt. His cock was moving in and out of her slippery pussy as he fucked away between her legs. She wanted to laugh at the way she had abstained from sex for so long. The quality of her once near-stoic existence meant little to her mind or body as she rocked on her way to yet another climax.

The doctor groaned and his lunges became more frantic as he pursued the pleasure the girl's thrusting hips promised. He pushed as deeply as he could and smashed against the back wall of her pussy while he splashed his third load into her soft twat. The friction of his finger in the girl's tight asshole added to his spasms.

"Oh, fuck me!" Vivian cried as the hot sperm bathed her steaming cunt. The splashing jism keyed her own prolonged orgasm, making her shudder as she never had before. Her asshole clutched at the finger in it as her whole body rolled along on the crest of the mighty wave of pleasure that washed over her.

The doctor felt his drained cock go limp and slide from Vivian's pussy. He hadn't come three times in a row since he had been a teenager. The girl was a natural animal capable of almost any sexual feat.

Vivian cried as the cock withdrew from her juicy cunt. The orgasm had drained her and left her with no defense against the thoughts that ran through her mind.

I must be a nymphomaniac, she said to herself.

How else could I have enjoyed this fucking from a total stranger? How else can I explain the fact that I reveled in the taste of his cum?

"That was some examination," the doctor said as he dressed. "I'll have to have you back next week." He smiled as he pulled his pants up and tucked in his shirt. "Maybe I can bring you something… for your services."

Yes, that'd be nice, Vivian thought as she watched the doctor finish dressing. If you bring me something, I'll be just like a professional whore.

"You'd better get dressed," the doctor whispered as he picked up the telephone on his desk and began to dial. "I'm calling the front desk, and a matron will be by to return you to your cell."

Vivian did as she was told, sliding from the table and beginning to dress in her ill-fitting clothing. She was still enjoying the aftermath of the orgasm as she listened to the doctor over the phone.

"Yes, the examination is over and the prisoner is ready to return to her cell," he said as he watched the girl pull up her jeans over her lovely young body.

"Do you think you could bring me some candy?" she asked as the doctor hung up the phone. When she had been free, she ate at least one sweet chocolate bar a day. The freedom to go to a store and buy such things was no longer hers, and now she was willing to fuck and suck and eat other women's pussies for just small amounts of the things she had always taken for granted.

"I'll bring you a box of chocolate if you'll promise to be as submissive next time." The doctor smiled as he walked to the door and unfastened the special lock.

Just as he finished, there was a hard knocking on the door.

"I'm here to pick up the prisoner," the heavy voice of one of the matrons said.

Vivian moved off the table and slipped her feet into her shower thongs. She looked deeply into the doctor's eyes as she passed by.

"Remember my candy," she whispered softly as she exited into the hall and followed the same woman who had led her from the cellblock earlier.

The bliss of Vivian's sexual release was on the wane as the two women walked past the same dreary sights that the girl had become so quickly accustomed to. The long hall and all of its doom, housing the functions of the prison, the main desk where prisoners were received and released, and the area that housed the cellblocks were all drab and uninteresting as they passed them on their way back to C block.

I'm horny again already, Vivian taught as the matron used her large brass keys to open the gate and let the girl move into the cellblock. She could feel her pussy as it dripped sticky jism down onto her soft white thighs. She walked directly to her cell and stood in front as she waited for the matron to open the last gate so she could enter her private hell.

The matron didn't say a word to the girl as she opened the gate and locked it behind her. It was obvious she held all of the women in the Carcel to be guilty of whatever their charges were. It was obvious she felt they were all the scum of the earth and deserved a worse fate than they received in the prison.

Vivian was surprised to see Rosita asleep on her own bunk. She boldly crossed over to the bunks and climbed up to the top one and lay next to the woman who had turned her on to the ways of lesbian love. Her mind was once again filled with the problem of the moment. She was consumed by the burden of her fear. She wanted and needed sex to hide from the anxiety that was churning within her.

Rosita stirred as the girl lay next to her. The soft touch of her body was enough to wake her from the light sleep she had been enjoying.

"Oh, it's only you." She smiled as she looked into Vivian's eyes. She reached out and hugged the girl to her, running her fingers along the entire length of her silky blonde hair.

"Yes, it's only me," Vivian murmured as she responded to the Mexican woman's touch. She was ready and willing to suck on Rosita's pussy and hoped the woman was ready to do the same for her.

The two women kissed and then undressed quickly. It wasn't necessary for either of them to speak. They both had the same need. They could hide from the reality of the cold hard prison by using each other for sex.

Vivian lay back on the bunk and waited for Rosita. She didn't have to wait long; it was only a matter of moments before a soft warm pussy washed gently around her face. It was so different from the long hard cock of the doctor. She liked the way the damp naked cunt smashed and twisted over her mouth. She found it impossible to keep from shooting her tongue in and out of the well-oiled gash. The flavor was different from the salty taste of the doctor's pulsing prick. It was heady and made her dizzy with lust.

I'm certain that I'm a nymphomaniac, Vivian said to herself as she continued to tongue the other woman's pussy. She had just finished fucking a man three times and was horny again already.

Rosita moaned as her hips rolled and tossed under the probing tongue. She started to return the favors she was receiving by darting her own tongue in and out of Vivian's sperm-soaked pussy. She felt the quaking of the girl's cunt muscles and was jealous of the doctor's cock that had just fucked the girl. She hated men and hoped she would never feel another hard cock ramming away at her tender twat.

Vivian lay on her back and compared the soft tongue that licked at her clit to the pounding cock of the doctor. The cock had pushed and spread and forced its way into her cunt and made her fight back. The tongue was different as it licked and rolled over clit and pussylips. Rosita's mouth and hands made her gasp with passion. She simply couldn't control the way her hips forced themselves up and bucked and heaved. She felt her pussy flutter for the licking woman on top of her.