In a conjugal visit in the prison, Leo and Valeria indulge in a game of power and submission with a guard, where the limits of desire and possession blur in a brutal and erotic encounter.
The air in the prison smelled of humidity and cheap disinfectant, a scent that clung to the throat like the dust of old mattresses. The concrete walls, painted a faded military green, reflected the dim light of flickering bulbs that hung from the ceiling like tired eyes. It was the conjugal visit area, a cramped space with a rusted metal bed in a corner, a frayed plastic table, and an iron chair welded to the floor. The thick metal door closed with a dull thud when the guard on duty, a woman with a grim face and a military-rigorous uniform, announced in a monotonous voice: "Visit approved. Thirty minutes. No physical contact outside of what is permitted."
Leo, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped and his knuckles white with tension, looked up when the door opened again. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her enter. Valeria. His wife. Although she wore a worn cotton blouse, so thin it clung to her skin like a second layer, and tight jeans that marked every curve of her generous hips, she hadn't lost an ounce of that feline elegance that had made him fall in love years ago. The large, striking gold hoop earrings shimmered every time she moved her head, as if they were a silent claim: Look at me. I am yours, but not only yours.
The cheap clothing failed to hide the contour of her full breasts, which swayed slightly with every step, or the way the fabric hugged her round, firm rear—a rear Leo knew so well he could trace every inch of her skin with his eyes closed. But today it wasn't just for him. And that was exactly what excited him to the point of aching.
"Hello, my love," Valeria whispered, approaching with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. There was something in her posture, a stiffness in her shoulders, that betrayed her discomfort. But there was also fire. There always was. She sat beside him on the bed, and the heat of her thigh against his made him catch his breath. "I brought what you asked for," she added, lowering her voice to a purr. Her fingers brushed the hem of her blouse, playing with it almost imperceptibly.
Leo swallowed hard. He knew what that meant. They had discussed it—or rather, he had imposed it—in letters filled with blurred ink and darker desires. "The guard..." he began, but he didn't need to say more.
Valeria nodded with an almost imperceptible movement of her head. "He's outside. Waiting for his... turn." The last word was spoken with a hint of bitterness, but her lips curled into a wicked smile when she saw how Leo's penis hardened under his orange prison uniform. "It excites you, doesn't it? Knowing that another man is going to touch what is yours."
"It's not just mine," Leo corrected, his voice husky. His eyes were fixed on his wife's cleavage, where the valley between her breasts was hinted at, deep and sweaty. "It's our pleasure. And his."
Valeria snorted but didn't argue. Because in the end, even if it bothered her, even if the idea of another man groping her burned her inside, she couldn't deny the wet tingle between her legs every time Leo spoke to her about his fantasies. About how he imagined her being used, stretched, filled by strangers while he watched, helpless and excited at the same time.
A sharp knock on the door startled them. "Everything alright in there?" asked a deep, gravelly voice, with that tone of false authority that only men used to being feared possess.
"Everything's fine, officer," Leo replied, standing up slowly. His eyes shone with a mix of jealousy and lust as he approached the door and opened it just enough to let the guard in.
The man was massive. Not in height, but in width: shoulders like anvils, thick arms covered in poorly done prison tattoos, and a belly that threatened to burst the buttons of his khaki uniform. But what really drew attention was the obscene bulge in his crotch, the outline of a thick, long cock that pressed against the fabric like a promise. "You're lucky," the guard grunted, closing the door behind him with a thud. "The other guard is a bitter bitch. I'm more... understanding." His eyes, small and dark, fixed on Valeria like claws. "My God," he murmured, running his tongue over his dry lips. "You're even tastier up close, mami."
Valeria crossed her arms instinctively, but said nothing. Not when the guard stepped forward and, without asking permission, grabbed her chin with calloused fingers, forcing her to lift her head. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and although she hesitated, she eventually obeyed. The guard shoved two fingers between her lips, exploring her tongue with slow, deliberate movements, as if he were tasting an exotic food. "Mmm. You taste like mint. I like it." His fingers came out glistening with saliva. "Now show me that little ass your husband promised me."
Leo held his breath. Valeria looked at him over the guard's shoulder, with a mixture of defiance and submission in her eyes. Then, with slow movements, she turned around and leaned over the table, pressing her palms against the cold plastic. The guard whistled through his teeth as he saw how the jeans tightened over her backside, marking every detail, from the crack between her cheeks to the outline of the thong that barely covered her sex.
"Fuck," the guard muttered, moving closer. His large hands rested on Valeria's hips, squeezing hard before sliding down, following the curve of her glutes. "This is the part I like most," he said, more to himself than to them. With a sharp movement, he pulled her jeans and thong down to her thighs, exposing her round, pale rear, marked only by the tan lines where the sun never reached. "Perfect," he whispered, passing a finger through the groove between her cheeks, stopping just over her small, puckered anus. "Tight, isn't it?"
Valeria stifled a moan as the guard pressed lightly, making her body shudder. "Leo..." she murmured, more as a warning than a complaint.
"Let him," her husband replied, his voice strained. He was sitting on the bed again, one hand inside his pants, stroking his own rock-hard cock. "Let him do whatever he wants, you whore."
The guard laughed, a guttural and dirty sound. "I like your husband, gorgeous. He knows how to treat a woman." Without further ado, he unbuckled his belt with a metallic clink and lowered his pants and underwear, freeing a thick, veiny cock that stood up like a weapon. The glans, red and shiny, dripped with precum, and the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. "You're going to feel every inch," he promised, spitting into his hand before rubbing it over the tip.
Valeria closed her eyes when she felt the wet, hot contact against her back entrance. The guard wasted no time: with a firm shove, the tip of his cock sank into her anus, stretching the tight muscle with a delicious resistance. "Ah!" she cried out, gripping the edges of the table as the initial pain mixed with a forbidden pleasure. "Shit, it's huge!"
"Shut up and take it," the guard grunted, grabbing her hips hard enough to leave bruises. With a thrust of his hips, he pushed further in, inch by inch, until his balls thudded against Valeria's soaked cunt. "God, you're burning up," he gasped, feeling the heat of her body envelop him. "Your husband has you real hot, bitch."
Leo groaned on the bed, masturbating furiously as he watched the guard begin to move, pulling his cock out almost completely before plunging back in with a sharp thud. "Like that, fuck, like that," he murmured, his eyes bloodshot. "Show her who's in charge here."
The guard needed no more incentive. He grabbed Valeria by the hair, forcing her to arch her back as he penetrated her with deep, brutal thrusts. Every time his cock sank into her anus, she screamed—a mix of pain and pleasure that turned into muffled moans when the guard reached underneath and rubbed her clitoris with rough fingers. "You're a perfect whore," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe hard enough to make it bleed. "Your husband likes seeing you like this, doesn't he? Like the bitch in heat you are."
"Yes," Valeria gasped, unable to help herself. Her treacherous body responded to every shove, every dirty word, every brutal caress. "I like it... I like you using me," she confessed, and the guard laughed, triumphant.
"Then suck," he ordered, pulling his cock out of her anus with a wet, obscene sound. Before Valeria could react, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to kneel in front of him. His cock, glistening with fluids and sweat, bumped against her lips. "Open up."
She obeyed. Her mouth closed around the glans, tasting the saltiness of the precum, the taste of man, of power. The guard groaned, pushing deeper, until he felt the tip of his cock brush the back of her throat. "Like that, mami, like that," he gasped, gripping her head with both hands and beginning to fuck her mouth with short, quick movements. "Look me in the eyes."
Valeria looked up, tears sliding down her cheeks and saliva dripping from her chin. But she didn't stop. On the contrary, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him harder, feeling the guard's cock swell even more inside her mouth.
"I'm going to cum," the guard warned, his voice husky. "And it won't be in your mouth, whore." He let go of her suddenly, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back against the table. With a quick movement, he spread her cheeks and spat on her anus, lubricating it before sinking into her again with an animal grunt. "Here! This is where I'm going to blow!"
Leo, nearly at the point of orgasm, stood up from the bed and approached, cock in hand, eyes fixed on the spectacle. "Give it all to her," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Fill her up."
The guard needed no more. With three more thrusts, deep and uncontrolled, he driven himself all the way in and released his load. Valeria felt the hot stream filling her, marking her, claiming her. She screamed, but didn't move, not even when the guard kept squeezing his cock inside her, draining every last drop of semen that slid down her thighs.
"Fuck," the guard gasped, finally pulling out and stepping back. His cock, still semi-hard, glistened with Valeria's fluids. "Now that was a prisoner's privilege."
Valeria stayed where she was, trembling, with semen dripping down her legs and her anus aching but satisfied. Leo, without saying a word, approached and ran a finger through the groove of her buttocks, picking up some of the guard's semen before bringing it to his mouth. "Perfect," he murmured, with a twisted smile. "Now you are truly mine."