Mandy had been behind it all. Mandy who sucked on my cock like my semen was the only thing keeping her alive. Mandy who loved to get on top and ride me hard reverse cowgirl, using me for her own gratification with absolutely no regard for my desires. Mandy who invented ailments on a weekly basis just so she could spend half an hour in the infirmary shagging my brains out. I knew she didn't have a long term partner, but in these on-line days it was possible to hook up with a fuck buddy over special websites for convicts in prisons - if you could find one willing to marry you in prison, that is. Mandy would have been a decent catch for any single guy with a prison bitch fetish. I only understood her particular predicament fully when she told me what she had been convicted of and that's when I realised that as far as she was concerned it was me or celibacy. Or lesbianism, I suppose.
I'd asked her about those websites once as she panted atop me, chest heaving and aglow with post orgasmic flush, my cum pouring in thick, viscous streams out of her cunt and running down the ridges of my rigid cock, still buried deep inside her velvety sheath. She just laughed, explaining to me that the crime she had been banged up for excluded her from conjugal visitation rights, or Extended Family Visits as the State of California now calls them.
"Those wankers?" She sneered dismissively. "Sad, pathetic creeps who either can't get a woman, can't keep a woman or can't satisfy a woman and are too chickenshit to go out and bone a cheap hooker. I mean, what sort of low life trawls through 'chicks in jail' websites looking for some skanky, cock starved long term bitch to marry just so that he can fuck her in a shitty trailer with armed screws outside the door laughing at every squeak of a worn out bed that fat cunts and their obese, sweaty husbands have been fucking in for years?"
I had to admit that she did have a point.
"They can all go fuck themselves." She'd spat as she lifted herself off me and climbed off the bed in search of panties that I'd thrown halfway across the room in my haste to get them off her. "And anyway, I can't imagine any of them adding me as a Facebook friend when they find out what I'm in for, let alone volunteer to marry me just to get their leg over for free every couple of months for fifteen years before divorcing me when my usefulness expires because these babies are sagging halfway down to my knees." She added as she stood naked before me, pulling those knickers up to cover her cum seeping cunt. I said a silent prayer to the inventor of the morning after pill as I retrieved one from a plastic drawer and tossed it to her. She swallowed it with relish.
Yep, I understood that point of view also. Given a choice between screwing a woman convicted of stealing a couple of hundred bucks from a cash register or one that had happily confessed to stabbing her husband to death in a blind rage after learning that he was screwing his seventeen year old receptionist behind her back I know which one I'd be sending my befriend request to.
"And I've got you for the next fifteen years, give or take time off for good behaviour." She'd reminded me as she reached behind her back to fasten her bra. "Fit, healthy, fairly good looking ex-army medics with big, fat cocks and can keep them up long enough don't browse 'sluts in the slammer' dot com." She assured me as she stuck her tongue in my mouth and gave my big, fat cock a loving squeeze. I never had the heart to tell her that I was only temping and she'd be lucky to get a few months use of my body.
Mandy's greatest assets were her tits and she knew it, loved to flaunt them by rubbing them all over my face as she rode me. Big ones for a skinny girl, too. Firm, full, but with the tiniest nipples you could possibly imagine. They were almost like two ink spots a street artist might have left on a nude portrait as an afterthought. I remember lying on my side on the examination bed, my penis stubbornly refusing to go flaccid as I watched her dress, thinking about those glorious fifteen years. Unless my wife found out and cut my time short by stabbing me twenty nine times in the back, of course.
It was amazing that we'd been able to keep our secret liaisons from the prison authorities for the three months that I had been temping here, I knew. Fortunately the examination cubicle was the only place in the infirmary that didn't have CCTV coverage, so long as I drew the curtains, that is. My office had a camera in it, but I knew that one didn't work because one of the tech guys had told me so and it was at the very bottom of their list of security concerns. So I stood on a chair, pointed the lens at the ceiling so that I'd know when it was eventually fixed, and fucked Mandy like the bitch in heat that she was over my desk the very next day, pulling on her long, blonde hair as she begged me to punish her harder than the corrections system was doing. The camera still hadn't been sorted and had been like that for three months. We couldn't use the infirmary beds for our romantic entanglements, but the bed in the examination cubicle had taken a hell of a pounding.
But I also knew that this triste wasn't just our secret any more. Knowledge is power, and there's few places where this old adage rings true more than in a prison. Somebody had somehow figured out that Mandy was getting laid regularly within the realms of the penitentiary and had threatened to cut her face up unless she shared her secret. Our exclusivity was almost at an end, it seemed. I just hoped the psycho bitch threatening my lover didn't stink like a wet dog or weigh two hundred pounds or more. Knowing my luck she would tick both of those boxes
Knowledge is power, a tradeable commodity in any jail, and I understood that I was being whored out to keep Mandy safe from spending legitimate, prolonged time in an infirmary bed incapable of doing anything but taking a straw in her mouth to feed from, never mind a hard cock. She'd assured me that the woman she was being forced to share me with wasn't unattractive but I remained unconvinced. Any woman described as 'not unattractive' sure as hell couldn't be much to write home about. I didn't even have much of a choice in the matter - if the cow went to the authorities with what she knew then I could expect severe repercussions, ranging from malpractice suits which would destroy my future employment prospects to possibly jail time myself. It was for damn sure that I didn't want to be renting my tight ass out to the Crips or Aryan Brotherhood faggots so my best path of action was to just play along and perhaps even enjoy the exploitation. Unless the mystery woman was a fat, hairy fiend, of course, in which case I'd be transferring myself back to general practice and Mandy could see how it felt to be on the sharp end of a blade for a change.
I hadn't seen Mandy all week and was gagging for a good screw myself, if you can forgive the prison pun. I'd attended a couple of women with the usual prison ailments - cuts, bruises, abrasions, migraines - and while there had been the usual flirting, none of them had grabbed me by the balls and told me that if I didn't bring them to an earth shattering climax then they'd cut Mandy's cute nose off. Maybe it was time to get out of this place, I contemplated. It was only a matter of time before a female nurse became available and I was moved on, I knew. I'd come here to fill in for a short term maternity leave and if the woman decided to return to work after having her baby then I was going to be kicked out anyway. So far none of my few patients had refused to be attended by a male medic, but the moment one did my life would get a little less fun filled. Still, the pay was better than I'd got in the army, and there was no chance of being posted to the 'Stan where shagging a local girl would likely get your prick cut off and shoved in your mouth by Al Qaeda's cowards. Until I got accepted for the EMT training that I had applied for when Uncle Sam had RIF'ed me out, I just had to grin and bear it, I smiled to myself.
In a way I was looking forward to this woman coming in after a fight to be patched up and telling me that Mandy had sent her. It had been a while since Mandy had last drained my balls and even longer since my wife had shown any interest in that aspect of our marriage. She was always too tired. Perhaps we were both enduring the seven year itch. Perhaps she was fucking around behind my back, too. Extra-marital affairs are an exhausting pastime. I can certainly vouch for that.
I heard the alarms go off and readied myself for new business. Within five minutes two guards brought a redhead to the infirmary. Not unattractive? Man, this one was even better looking than cute-as-a-button Mandy. A little older, perhaps thirty two, thirty three years old. Long, straight, natural copper hair, chest not particularly noteworthy, but otherwise not an ounce of spare fat anywhere on her body. Good muscle definition, a pretty enough face complete with those beautiful light brown freckles that only proper redheads seem to have. Green eyes. Sparkling green eyes, that is. Green eyes on a redhead is an awesome combination. Mandy had been holding out on me, and that didn't really surprise me having set eyes on this pretty thing. This was real competition for her. Mandy was an attractive enough piece of ass, make no mistake about that, but this redhead made her look positively dowdy.
"What's up?" I asked the two female dragons guarding her.
"Yard fight. She think she might have busted a rib."
"You called an ambulance?"
"Not 'til you say so, Doc."
"Ok I'll check her over. If she needs a trip to General I'll call it in."
