Gay for The Stay

It was early in the morning when I was handed a thick document by the Constable at my door.  They finally found Tommy, arrested him, and want me to testify.  Tommy had been my roommate for about 9 months last year.  We had an interesting relationship; everything was split down the middle, including me.  No romantic involved, just sort of friends with benefits.  He was a great lover, knew everything I needed to cum and soak his balls with my juices every time.  Problem was that he was a bad boy, admittedly part of my attraction to him.He skipped out about six months ago, leaving me lonely and frustrated at night and a lot poorer with no one to help with bills.  That was nothing compared to the fact that he stole my car that morning.  I was very proud of that Mustang, it was my baby and I felt he raped it.

After thinking about all this, I moved back to the kitchen and sat down with my coffee.  I opened the document and written at the top was: Subpoena.  It had the details including the trail date.  I marked it on my calendar; it was for about 10 days from now.

….  Finally the day had come.  I had been stewing for a week about Tommy and I was ready to get the bastard thrown in jail.  He can’t be playing Grand Theft Auto with my car.  When I walked into the courtroom, I was cool as a cucumber.  I even took pride in the fact that I stayed cool when he came into the room and had the balls to wink at me!

I was one of the first witnesses for the prosecution.  I told them all that I knew about Tommy.  I explained what he had done the morning he left, taking my keys and stealing my car and that was just the worse of it.  A couple of days later he was on the stand himself and the things he was saying about me, total lies, started to get me pissed off.  Saying that I was getting drugs for him and doing petty crimes to get him money.  I had been angry with him since he got up and left with my car six months prior.  To hear what he was saying now just set me off.  All of a sudden I saw red, the world shrunk to tunnel vision and I ran towards him, yelling at the top of my lungs.  I couldn’t help it.  The next things I heard were a gavel coming down hard and “Stop or I’ll hold you in contempt”.  I didn’t stop what I was doing and that was it.  I ended up being put in handcuffs, lead out of the courtroom by a bailiff, with a 30-day sentence in the county jail for contempt of court.  The rest of the next 12 hours was surreal.  I was taken to a basement in the jail, had to surrender my clothing and all the possessions on me.  I was given a yellow two-piece uniform.  I later found out that as of that moment I was a member of the “banana squad”.

Eventually I ended up in the place that would be my home for the next 30 days.  I was in a cell with a petite girl, not much younger than me, that was in for petty larceny.  We didn’t say much to each other for the first few days.  That was fine with me truthfully.  That all changed one evening.  It was late; lights out had been called several hours prior.  I wasn’t sleeping well, lightly all the time now.  I heard a rustling, then a whisper in my ear,

“Listen hon, you listenin’ ?”, she said firmly

All I could do is nod my head.  I was scared to death.  I didn’t know what was going to happen.

“You’re just one more bitch in the banana squad”, she told me matter-of-factly.

The banana squad was lowest on the totem pole, in for 30 days or less, then came the blues, they were the beginning of the felons, finally the reds, serious felons that weren’t in the state prison system yet.  My cellmate was a blue.

“You like girls hon?”, now speaking a little more gently.

This time I answered with just a shake of the head.

“That doesn’t matter now hon, I’m gonna be sure understand what gay for the stay means”

The next thing I felt was her cold hand between the elastic of my pants and my skin.  I started to squirm and slap her back.  That was a big mistake.  She stopped looked at me and laid her fist right into my solar plexus.  It took my breath away; I gasped trying to get air as her hands pulled my pants down.  I could tell that she had done this many times before.  I felt the hard rubber of a dildo shoved up my dry pussy, seemingly tearing me.  I started to yell out, but she put her hand over my mouth saying, 

“That would be your second, and even worse, mistake bitch”.

I shut up and took the pain.  She let go of the dildo and left it in me as she pulled down her pants and crawled on top of my face. 

“You better be good to my pussy or I can make things even worse for you”.

I had never eaten pussy before, but I had to learn quickly and get it right this first time.  All I could base it on was what men had to me in the past to bring me to that brink.  I parted her lips with my tongue and licked up and down her wet slit as she rocked on me.  I was tasting pussy for the first time, a musky sweetness.  I think it was starting to turn me on; the dildo that was stuck in my cunt was loosening a bit, was I getting wet?  I flicked my tongue on her clit and got a positive response, finally.  She had to keep quite or her moans very soft, but she

quickly came and made me drink her juices.  She quickly was off me, fucked me a couple of times with the dildo and disappeared in the dark to the top bunk.

Leaning over she said to me, “Next time is your turn”.

A couple of nights later she kept her promise.  I again heard rustling from the top bunk and she by my side again.

“You keep quite again, got it?”, she said as she was pulling down my pants. 

This time she managed to bind my ankles with my blanket to the bottom of the cot.  She didn’t speak after that, I could tell she just wanted to taste some pussy for herself.  Her tongue attacked me with a certain expertise, better than some men I had.  It was difficult to keep my moans quiet.  She stuffed that damned dildo up my cunt again and then just tickled my clit with a flicking of her master tongue.  I came almost instantly; it had been so long since my pussy had any attention.  I wondered who better to know what a woman needed than another woman did?  Made sense to me, guess I could be “gay for the stay”.  For the next three weeks we went through our routine about three or four times a week.  We learned each other’s needs and how to get favors done for one or the other.

There was only one time when she had to promise me to someone else to get some snack bags she wanted.  That time I had to give a rim job to a “red” in the shower for two days in a row.  Not may favorite thing, but keeping my cellmate happy assured I would stay happy too.

Finally, my 30 days were up.  I was let out at 4:00am.  They got me up early so I could collect my things and change back to my street clothing.  I said good-bye to my cellmate, just smiling.  She answered with “I’ll miss that sweet pussy…good luck”.

I was a free woman again.  Perhaps even a better one?

Love Yourself !

Spring blooms in May, so why don't you? It's National Masturbation Month. Take some part of this month to learn to love yourself more.
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Babeland is my favorite toy store and some of their new toys are described on the Babeland blog.

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Secret Sins: Chapter 9: "Seats of Power"

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Secret Sins: Chapter 5 "Justice"

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So after Ben had informed me that he had a pretty good idea what kind of girl I was like in bed and out, I decided to take him up on his offer of working for the 'company's' program, and found myself garnering a pretty decent second income since I started out pretty low on the totem pole. Those of you reading who understand such things may ask why I didn't start at say, xxxx, must also understand that my talents are very specialized and since the position was classified, my handlers wanted as few questions asked as possible. Not bad work if you enjoy it, and I most certainly did!

After the tedious hiring and security processes one must go through in order to gain entry to the highest echelons of government were complete, I began to have access to numerous high level contacts that would get me into deep doo doo if I were to mention any names, so I won't. Let me just say that I became aware of the semi-secret hidden tunnels between many government buildings, most very deep underground and with security that would make Mulder and Scully wince.
Oh yes, I sucked a lot of cock: big cock, small cock, misshapen cock, long short and everything in between. Famous and infamous, the spooge ran down my throat like liquor down a wino and I began to get a reputation around high-level circles in DC as a girl that could keep her mouth shut except when giving head.
You'd be surprised how much stress there is to be relieved in our nation's capital on a weekly basis, and to say that I gulped gallons of goo during the 80's would be an understatement.
But I digress. The story is about my adventures in the 'company' now isn't it?

My first assignment came about a week after I had undergone some training in Virginia - how to properly identify myself, what to say and more importantly what not to say.
The early days of my indoctrination introduced me to some pretty sleazy characters, some of which were in clients because they had testified at mob or drug trials, and who were now located in the sticks of America under assumed names. They let you keep your first name for obvious reasons, unless of course it's odd, and then they located you somewhere that the name is common. So for example, if your name was Sammy Gravano then you became Sam Deletori and someone like Max Mermelstein becomes Max Blomstein or some such name.
Then of course I was able to travel to such lovely locations as Otisville, Ny, Sandstone, Mn., Phoenix Az, Allenwood, Pa., and Fairton, Nj just to name a few. See, this is where the company has built high security facilities for special risk people, people who are already in prison that they may not want out on the streets or those that need special protection that a quiet cottage up in the hills surrounded by armed men cannot afford. And these aren't just prisons per se, but more like secure condominiums where the inmates can make phone calls whenever they please, along with eating food that most people can't afford.

This is a time of my adventure that I'm not proud of since most of these men where little more than low intelligence thugs who would just as soon beat your head to a bloody pulp as look at you, but I had a job and damn it, I was taught to finish it right the first time.
Bordering on mouth rape at some occasions, I would smile sweetly then hurry out of the facility or hotel room just so I could find a bar to wash the taste of angry sex out of my mouth. These guys were terminally pissed for the most part, even when they were happy.
I remember one rainy day when I was given an address to show up at, and so made my way down a side street of a certain American town to knock upon another anonymous door to give “aid and comfort” to another anonymous prick.
Ringing the bell on the brownstone, a voice barked out “What?!” loudly from a speaker, and I gave my code phrase “Hello”, I said, “I’m Debbie from Lone Star Realty”. That was my cover in most cases if anybody asked; a realtor.
A long pause.
“It certainly is lovely weather we’re having” came the voice in return.
Remembering the daily code phrase my contact had given me earlier I replied, “It’s lovely on Kent Island this time of year”.
The door buzzer startled me at first, and then I had the presence of mind to push the door open and walk into the vestibule, where I was immediately set upon by a very large man who threw me up against the wall. Once there, he proceeded to run his hands roughly all over my body, into my bra then down my legs, stopping at the crotch to feel my pussy through the gauzy dress I had chosen to wear on this occasion. Damn! I had had some rough sex before, but this was certainly an interesting way to start things rolling.
“Hey lover, let’s take it a bit slower, eh?” I was able to gasp out.
“No offense ma’am” grunted the ogre, “just do’n my job. Yous can go true dat dah over dey.” Pointing at a door on my right, I gathered myself together the best way I knew how, and started off towards the portal located halfway down a bland hall.
Opening the door I was surprised to find myself in a room with no lights, save the one inset in a soffit, pointed at a couch that held a rather non-descript package.
“Sit down” came the gravel toned voice from the corner shadows, “and take off your clothes”.
Harrumph. Straight to the point ‘eh?
Stripping off my raincoat, I struggled awkwardly with the zipper on the back of my little black slut dress I wore as a uniform until it sleekness slid slowly down to the fuck me pumps I always showed up wearing as well.
I dunno, but sitting there in just a sleek black panty and sheer bra set sent a quick tingle down my spine until the voice spoke again. “Open the box and put it on”
Withdrawing the string from the package, I opened it up to find two objects: one strange, one familiar.
“Do you want me to play with myself using this first?” I asked as I held up the pliable and very lifelike dildo in my hand. It was one of those veiny ones, you know – the ones with the large mushroom head on it, about 7” long and 4” in diameter. It felt like it had a battery inside it, but I couldn’t see an on/off switch.
“No. I want you to put it inside you, then put on the pants.”
Ooooooh kayyyyy.
The pants in question still remained in the box, and at first glance I thought they were red leather, but upon removing them, found them to be latex instead.


“You might want to put some baby powder on first” said the voice.
Following his commands, I lubed up the dildo with my best Cherry Popper imitation, and slid it gently into my pussy. Hmmm. Feels pretty good.
After kicking off my slut pumps next came the baby powder, then the red rubber pants. They were full-length pants, and I guess the size doesn’t matter, because they’re designed to fit like a glove, which they did. Hmmmm. Kinky.
“Now get up on the sofa and feel yourself as you dance”. Soft jazz began to play from hidden speakers in the still darkened room.
Again following instructions like the good little cum slut that I am, I wobbled up on the sofa and began to dance my best shimmy in the middle of the erstwhile spotlight while feeling my breast to and fro, back and forth, paying special attention to my hardening nipples and areolas. Feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of my neck, I moved to intercept it so I could rub it slowly around the tip of my nips to give them that special glow.
“Very nice, but I think you’ should explore further” said my director.
Having never been in rubber pants that clung to me so tightly before, his wish was my command and so I began to use the music to my advantage in order to stroke myself through the latex.
Did I mention that I was getting quite turned off by this time? No? Well I was.
Did I mention that all that dancing and gyration moved the dildo in my cunt back and forth like a train going across a rough patch of track? No? Well it did.
Faster and faster my hands traveled up and down my body, touching here, exploring there. Latex, skin, breast, swirl, turn, tuck, elbow, breast, butt, thrusting pelvis outwards then back and forth, soft smooth, oh my god I’m so turned on just thinking back to it all now. My eyes closed now as I found myself moving closer and closer to orgasm.
It was all of it – the heat, the dildo rubbing on my clit, the latex pants, the sofa in a darkened room, the mysterious stranger ordering me around like a chess pawn, the secrecy of it. It was all building towards the surface, much like the music that had morphed from a jazzy blues to a more trance-like drone. Swirling, twirling faster and faster, my hair whipping to and fro as I swung it down between my legs towards my butt.
Droning onwards and whipped into a frenzy, I didn’t realize that I had begun to moan and squeal with each passing thrust, my head and hair whipping wildly as the feeling of clitoral ecstasy swept over me.
“You can get off the couch it you’d like,” said Mr. Mystery. I complied, wanting to get a better grip on my orgasm as it were, and ended up bent over the arm of the sofa thrusting my pelvis and kegling so the dildo acted as a live snake inside me.
Unable to hold my orgasm back any more and with one mighty push and scream, I drove my groin into the armrest as hard as I could and was treated to a shuddering explosion of colors and feeling in my body and mind.
It was then that I felt it: a pulsing in the dildo. Perhaps it really did have a hidden switch to turn on the vibrator inside, but this was different.
Racing thoughts flew through my head as the dildo tingled, and suddenly I felt it swell inside me as if it were a real penis. Goo. Sticky man goo. That’s what it is! Mystery man had pressed a button on what looked like a remote control and the dildo obeyed his command as well. Damn! This guys gets everything done for him!
I wasn’t imagining it, but my orgasmic trembling began to slow as did the music. Panting from the excitement and draped over the sofa arm, it was then that I notice the feeling of what I thought was warm spunk running down the inside of my leg, obviously from MM’s toy still deep inside me.
Without noticing him, Mr. Mystery had moved over beside me to whisper in my ear. There was something vaguely familiar in this man’s voice, some accent.

“Very nice, verrrrry nice. Tell 'Scorecard' and 'Sheepskin' that 'Gladiola' gives his approval, eh? But we’ll just keep this little fun time between us. Just us.”
Just us.

Shit! I just figured out after all this time who 'Gladiola' was! It was..

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