A Ride with a Dangerous Prisoner

Preface

A lot of women fantasise about being overpowered by a man or beast they cannot control. We might never want it to happen for real. It is pure escapism and fantasy.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

The hospital is all hustle and bustle as I wait for the lift on the fifth floor. The stairs are an option if the lift is full.

The bell dings and the door slide open.

I look up from my phone to step into the lift. I freeze. Two prison guards escort a man locked in hand cuffs. The prisoner is tall and bald with tattoos all over his face and head.

A Ride With A Dangerous Prisoner

"Come on in, Angel..." the prisoner says, smiling.

He looks menacing. The guards look like they would not be too much trouble for him.

"Should I wait?" I ask, looking at the larger of the two guards.

"No. You're fine." the smaller of the two guards says.

I smile at him and step inside. I am sure they have the prisoner under control. The three men shift into the corner.

"Thank you." I say, minding my manners.

The doors slide closed and then open again. A porter looks in, shakes his head and turns around. He'll take the next one.

The prisoner stares at me the whole way down.

My low cut blouse, short skirt and heels don't help. It is likely he has been celibate a few years.

I was visiting a friend who just had surgery. I am meeting a different friend for cocktails in twenty minutes. My choice of clothing suits a cocktail bar more than a hospital.

I see our reflection in the mirrored wall of the lift. The prisoner stares at my tits the whole way down. I have large tits and I dress to show them off. He grins, probably locking the image of me away for later. Who knows what he is doing to me in his imagination. Something rude, I hope.

I straighten up and thrust my 42GGs out further. If he wants material for his spank bank, he can have it.

We reach the ground floor and I make sure to wiggle my arse as I teeter out on my heels. A girl needs amusement in her day. And he needs something to think about in his cell, later.

...

Suzy sits perched on a stool when I arrive at the cocktail bar.

We kiss hello and I order my cocktail.

"Been a few years. How's it going!" she asks.

I fill her in on the family news and the gossip about the people we both used to work with.

"But, you wouldn't believe what happened in the lift at the hospital." I add.

"What happened?" Suzy asks, leaning in.

I fill her in on the prisoner and the way he looked at me.

"So, what do you think he was in prison for?" she asks.

"I don't know. But the way he looked at me, I bet it's been a while." I say.

"A while?" Suzy asks.

"The way he looked at me, he looked like it had been a long time since he, you know..." I say.

"Oh. Since he had his end away?" she says, laughing.

I laugh too.

"I bet you gave him something to think about when he plays with his cock later." she says.

Suzy says it like it is. She is like me, in that respect. We both like to get it out there.

"Do you think they all play with their dicks?" she asks.

We giggle like school girls.

"Can you imagine? All those horny men. All locked up together. All needing a woman." I say.

"I bet they are all at it." she says.

"Hundreds of squeaky beds after lights out." I say, laughing.

We finish our cocktails and I catch the train home. I see flashing lights and police cars here and there all the way home. Something must have happened.

I reach our little house in the suburbs before for my husband, Tony, returns from work. I set about laying the table and prepping the vegetables.

...

"How was Edith when you visited her today?" Tony asks as we tuck into our evening meal.

"She was fine. Bit sore after her operation. But she is fine." I say.

"I'm glad you made it home before the police locked the city centre off." Tony says.

"Oh. Is that what happened?" I say. "I saw the blue lights from the train on the way home."

"Yes. An escaped prisoner. They took him to the hospital for an xray and he escaped on the way back to the prison van." Tony says.

I look Tony dead in the eyes.

"You're joking." I say.

"No. Why?" he asks.

"An escaped prisoner?" I say, thinking about the burly guy in the lift.

"Why? Did you see him?" Tony asks.

"See him? I was in the lift with him. I was closer to him than I am to you." I say, waving at the distance between us at the dinner table.

"No way." he says.

"The way he looked at me, too... I think he was a bit sex starved. What was he in for?"

"Grievous bodily harm. Nearly killed a man. Put him in hospital." Tony says.

"Did he? Why? What happened?" I ask.

"Something to do with his girlfriend. This bloke trapped his girlfriend in his office and tried to force her into sex. He found him and put him in hospital." Tony says.

"Jeez. And they put him in prison for that?" I ask.

"Apparently." he says.

"Poor man. Prison for doing what any red-blooded man would do." I say, thinking about the way he looked at me.

"They haven't caught him yet. He could be anywhere." he says.

We finish our meal, watch some TV and chat.

...

Propped against my pillows in bed, I scroll my social media feed.

"The police are warning the public the prisoner is still at large." I say out loud to Tony, in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

"He will have found somewhere for the night, probably." Tony says.

"I hope he isn't around here. Imagine if I went to put the bins out and he was lurking... imagine what he might do? All that pent up sexual frustration." I say, zooming in on the photo in my feed, feeling the warmth grow in my pussy.

It is the same guy. I recognise his tattoos. He smiles in his mug shot. He has an arrogant, cocky charm.

I hear the bathroom door close and Tony struts into the bedroom, looking down at me.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I'm a desperate criminal, a wanted man. They want me back in prison. I won't go. They can look for me but they won't find me!" he says, a snarl in his voice.

"Oh, right. I heard about you." I say, buying into his game.

"I haven't had so much as a sniff of pussy in ten years." Tony says.

"I don't know what you're telling me for. I'm a married woman." I say, pulling the sheets up to hide my modesty.

"I saw you today. You weren't dressed like a married woman."

"Wasn't I?" I say, an innocent tone in my voice.

"You were being a prick tease. All tits and arse." Tony says.

"Well, I wasn't trying to be." I say, struggling to hide my grin.

"You know you were." he says.

"What are you going to do about it?" I ask, hoping for the worst.

Tony pulls the sheets down.

"You can start by bending over the bed. I want that married cunt." he says, taking this up a notch.

"Goodness me!" I say, bending over and lifting my nightie.

"Let's see what this cunt's like. Nice and wet, I hope." he says, shoving two fingers inside me.

His fingers probe my wet pussy. He starts with one and then two. I arch my back and stick my arse and tits out.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." he says. "You're a married woman, Have some shame."

"I can't." I say. "How is a poor, defenceless woman supposed to help herself with a dangerous criminal like you?"

Tony's rigid cock enters my pussy in one stroke.

"You're going to take this cock and I am going to cum nice and deep in that married pussy." he says, his dick growing harder with every thrust.

He lifts me by my hips so I am on my tip-toes. I spread my feet so he can jab his dick deeper inside. I love it when my husband turns carnal on me.

The mattress squeaks under my tits as I grab the sheets.

"What would your husband say if he could see you fucked like this?" he asks.

"I think he would like it." I say.

"He would like it?" he asks. "I put a man in hospital for trying this with my girlfriend."

"You sound like a jealous man." I say.

"I am. I am very jealous man. I would kill anyone who tried to fuck my wife like this."

"So why are you doing it to me?" I ask.

"Because I take what I want!" Tony says. "It's a prison thing. You take what you want or someone takes it from you."

His thrusts speed up and I find my clit. I rub her hard. My soaking pussy stretches around my husband's cock. He is close to cumming. I am too.

"Will you leave and never come back after you've cum in me?" I ask, struggling to speak through the ecstasy of his dick in my pussy.

"Fuck no." Tony says, ramming his dick hard inside and filling my married cunt with his cum. "I'm going to share you around the block. I will get good money sharing your arse around here."

I cum hard at the thought of all those desperate men taking turns with my pussy and arse. I am such a slut for having my holes shared around a gang of men. I have been the centre of a few gangbangs. They are a lot of fun.

Tony pulls out and I lie back on the bed.

"Is that you done?" I ask. "Have you had enough?"

Tony grins.

"I have. I think you have too!" he says.

I could use more. But it's a weeknight. My husband needs his sleep. I have a fresh burst of energy. It occurs to me, I forgot to switch the dishwasher on.

Down in the kitchen, I pop the last of our dishes in the dishwasher and press 'start'

Lifting the lid on the bin outside, I drop the black bag in and step back towards the door.

I hear a twig snap. I look behind me. A heavy set man stands under our security light.

I recognise his tattoos.

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