Earning His Freedom

I’m chained to the chair in this dingy jail cell, desperate for freedom, when my corrupt lawyer Penny saunters in with that wicked smile. “I can spring you, Peter,” she purrs, “but you’ll earn it my way.” She strips off her tight skirt and blouse, her curves begging for attention, then grabs the flogger and lashes my bare chest, the sting making my cock twitch hard against the cuffs. She drops to her knees, unzips me, and wraps her soft hand around my throbbing shaft, stroking slow and firm before devouring me with her hot, wet mouth—sucking deep, tongue swirling, until I’m leaking pre-cum down her throat. Straddling me, she sinks onto my cock, riding reverse cowgirl while shoving a thick metal butt-plug into her tight ass. She fucks herself with it, bouncing wildly until she squirts all over my lap, her juices soaking us both in a gushing mess. Then she bends me over the cold metal table, spreads my cheeks, and dives in—her tongue rimming my hole, probing deep, making me groan like a bitch in heat. She straps on a massive dildo and pounds my ass relentlessly, the stretch burning so good. She flogs my back raw between thrusts, then slips her fancy watch over my cock base as an improvised ring, keeping me rock-hard and edged. Finally, she fists me—her gloved hand twisting deep into my gaping ass, owning every inch until I’m begging. Collared and cuffed like her pet, she kneels one last time, sucking my swollen cock until it’s pulsing. I flip her onto the table, slamming into her dripping pussy hard and fast, her legs wrapped around me as I rail her solicitor slut hole to a massive creampie explosion, flooding her full as she screams my name. Freedom tastes like her cum-soaked victory.