Community Service
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A wife is sentenced to a very unconventional community service program.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cuckold Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Sam and Monica were dragged into county lockup late Friday night, still handcuffed. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Everything smelled like disinfectant and sweat as they were marched through the halls.
Officer McCoy handed them off to the guards at the processing desk like luggage. “These are the two from Judge Hendricks.”
The guards looked up. Their eyes went immediately to Monica.
“Oh ... yeah they said this was a special case, damn.” They both smiled wide.
She was still naked except for the torn stockings and garters. Dried streaks of Judge Hendricks’ cum covered her thighs, her stomach, her face. It had started to dry and flake, leaving crusty white trails across her skin.
“Alright, strip down for search,” one of the guards said, finally dragging his eyes away from Monica to look at his paperwork.
Sam stripped out of his clothes and underwent what would have previously been the most humiliating situation of his life, but humiliation had become par for the course. After the search, they handed him an orange prison uniform. He pulled on the pants and shirt.
Monica stood there naked, waiting for her turn. The guards gave her some moist towels before her search. “Clean yourself up, lady. We have to search you. You look fucking nasty.”
They stared at her body as she wiped down.
“Okay, bend over.” Monica’s search went on much longer than Sam’s did. The first guard searched every body cavity, shoving his fingers in and out of her pussy as he squeezed her tits.
Monica gasped. Her eyes closed.
The guard pushed deeper, twisting his hand slightly. She yelled out “Yes, fuuuuck!” and came on his hand. Then he pulled his fingers out slowly. They were thick with cum, glistening under the lights.
He wiped his glove off with a paper towel. “Jesus, she’s still full of cum...” He turned to Sam. “She’s your wife, right? Is this yours?”
“Well, uhh, no, not really,” Sam said quietly, his face burning with embarrassment.
The guards looked at each other and snickered.
Once they were finally done with her, they handed them both off to another pair of guards. “You’re supposed to take these two to the warden. Some special case.”
“Wait, where’s her uniform?” Sam asked, his voice coming out hoarse.
The guard shrugged without looking up. “We don’t have women’s uniforms here. This is the men’s facility.”
“Exactly, so why is she here?”
The guard shrugged again. “How should I know?”
“Damn, check out these tits.” The second pair played with her body as they marched her to the warden’s office.
They were shoved into the two chairs in front of the warden’s desk.
He stared at them intently for several moments before he spoke. “Look, you two, I don’t know what you did to piss off Hendricks, but he’s making it my problem. I don’t like problems.” His voice boomed with stern authority. He sat back in his chair, looking them over.
“Okay, here’s the deal. He wants you thrown in the gen pop, but this is my prison, and I cannot in good conscience do that.”
Sam exhaled with relief. “Thank you, sir. Finally. Someone who can see reason.”
“These boys haven’t seen a woman in years in some cases. We’ll have a riot on our hands. That’s a problem. Do I like problems?”
He stared at Sam.
“Oh ... umm, no?”
“Good, he can listen!”
“So, we’re going to do this in a nice orderly fashion, got it? You two are here for the next...” He looked at his watch. “46 hours now. That’s plenty of time for her to get through the staff and some inmates.”
Sam’s stomach dropped. His brief moment of hope shattered.
“What? No, you can’t...”
“Everybody wins. Hendricks gets what he wants, I maintain order, and this little thing gets all the cock she could want.” He looked her up and down. “And she looks like she wants a lot! Ain’t that right?”
Monica nodded.
“Good. No sense in wasting time then.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt, licking his lips.
“Wait, no...” Sam started.
Guards grabbed Sam by both arms. He tried to pull away but they held him tight.
Warden Knoll walked around the desk toward Monica as he pulled out his cock. “Bend over cum dump, let’s see if you live up to your title.”
Monica bent over his desk without hesitation. She arched her back, lifted her ass up, and pulled her ass cheeks apart for him. Papers crinkled beneath her.
Knoll was already half-hard. He stroked it a few times, then ran the head along Monica’s ass crack. She pushed back against him.
“That looks like a nice tight little asshole. You ready to get it filled with cum?”
“Yes Sir!” Monica’s voice was eager.
“NO! MONICA!” Sam struggled as the guards dragged him toward the door. His feet scraped against the floor. “You don’t have to do this! Monica!”
The last thing Sam saw was the warden positioning his thick cock at her puckered hole, pressing the head against it. The warden pushed slowly as her asshole started to stretch around the head of his cock.
Then the door slammed shut.
They shoved Sam into a small concrete holding cell, right across the hall from the warden’s office. The walls were painted institutional gray decades ago. A metal bunk was bolted to the wall, next to a steel toilet in the corner with no seat.
The guards locked the heavy door.
Sam rushed to the window. He could see the office door across the hall, but couldn’t see inside.
Sound carried easily through the empty hall. He could hear everything happening in the room across the hall.
Monica gasped sharply.
“There we go ... what a tight little ass ... she’s taking it all...” The warden’s voice seemed almost amplified inside the small holding cell.
Monica’s moans grew louder, overshadowed only by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet sounds of fucking.
“Oh god ... oh god ... yes...” Monica’s voice burrowed into Sam’s skull.
“I knew you’d love getting your ass fucked ... what a dirty little slut...” Knoll grunted, his breathing getting heavier.
“Fuck my ass! Yes! I want that cock deep in my butt hole!” Monica begged, her voice desperate and eager.
The rhythm got faster, harder. The desk was creaking with each violent thrust. Something fell and clattered on the floor.
“I’m gonna fill that pretty little dumper with a huge load of cum...” Knoll groaned.
“Yes!” Monica screamed. “Fill my ass! I want to feel your hot cum deep inside me!”
Knoll let out several long grunts, then two short grunts, followed by heavy breathing. Then silence.
Sam’s stomach was churning. He wanted to vomit, scream, cry, maybe all of them at once, he wasn’t sure.
The office door swung open. Warden Knoll strolled out with a pep in his step, straightening out his clothes. He looked pleased with himself. He caught Sam’s eyes through the window and drew up a wide grin.
The two guards who walked them down entered the office, Knoll addressed them as they passed. “Have fun. She’s a hot little piece of ass.”
More guards were waiting their turn in the hall.
Sam could see Monica, still on the desk, ass out, before the door closed behind him.
Monica was giggling. Her mood sounded light and playful, like she was at a party.
“Damn, she’s dripping cum from her butt.” One of the guards sounded impressed.
“Warden had a good time, huh?”
“He sure did.” Monica’s voice was cheerful. Proud, even.
“You ready for more?”
“Always.”
Sam heard clothes rustling. Belts unbuckling. Then more wet sounds. Sucking, slurping, gagging.
“Fuuuuck ... she’s good at this...”
“My turn.”
Monica giggled again. Then the desk began slamming against the floor repeatedly.
“Yes ... fuck me ... I’m your cum dump ... drain those balls in me! Fuck yes!” Monica’s voice was breathless, punctuated by each thrust.
“Fuck! She’s got a real tight pussy for such a nasty slut...” One of the guards grunted.
The rhythm changed. Wet gurgling sounds started.
“Spit roast this bitch...”
Monica was gagging on a cock while another fucked her from behind. Two men grunting in a steady rhythm.
“Take it, slut...”
“Mmmph ... glk glk glk...”
They both started groaning within seconds of each other, pumping her full of more cum.
They exited a few minutes later, laughing. High-fiving each other in the hallway.
“Best fucking shift ever,” one said.
“You’re telling me.”
More guards entered. Monica’s eyes caught Sam’s when the door opened. She was on her knees facing the hall. She smiled at him before the door slammed shut.
It didn’t stop. One after another, guards filed in to have their turn. Sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Sam lost track of how many.
He caught glimpses of his wife each time the door opened. Brief flashes that burned into his brain.
Sometimes she still had a cock in her mouth, looking up at the man above her, or in her pussy or ass while she got pounded on the desk.
At one point a guard held the door open as he chatted about the shift change. Monica was riding someone’s dick on the desk, bouncing up and down, covered in sweat and cum, with an expression of pure ecstasy.
The sounds became a relentless cacophony. Moaning, grunting, gagging, flesh slapping flesh. Monica had started thanking them when they were done using her. “Thank you for that big load.”
Sam vomited in the toilet. The acidic taste burned his throat. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and went back to the window.
He screamed for someone to help. “SOMEBODY! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
Nobody came. Nobody even looked in his direction. A guard walked past his door without even glancing at him.
Sam pounded on the door until his fists hurt. “LET ME OUT! MONICA!”
Nothing.
He slid down to the floor, back against the door, pulling his knees up to his chest and covered his ears. Eventually he passed out, succumbing to exhaustion.
Hours later, he came to. Or maybe it had just been a few minutes. It was hard to tell, there were no clocks or windows, time seemed to bend and stretch. He heard voices in the hall and pulled himself up to look through the window.
Warden Knoll was talking to three inmates. They were wearing their orange uniforms, looking nervous but excited.
“For good behavior, you three are getting a special treat. Courtesy of Judge Hendricks. You’ll have access to the city cum dump. You have an hour. Use her as you please.”
“Are you serious?” One of the inmates couldn’t believe it.
“Holy shit...” Another one’s eyes were wide.
“Thank you, Warden!” The third one was already moving toward the office door.
“Just behave yourselves, got it? And maybe it won’t be the last time she swings by. She’s here to get fucked, not hurt.”
“Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir!”
They entered the office. Sam pressed against his window, straining to see.
He heard Monica greet them. Her voice was cheerful, like she was welcoming guests into her home.
“Hi, guys! I’m Monica, your friendly neighborhood cum dump.”
“Jesus ... what a slut...” One of the inmates sounded awed.
“Now, who wants to go first?”
The sounds of clothes coming off quickly. Zippers. Fabric rustling. Then moaning. Deep male groans.
“Mmm ... nice cock...” Monica sounded appreciative.
“Oh fuck ... oh fuck...” One of the inmates was already close. “I haven’t felt a woman’s mouth in three years...”
Gagging sounds. “Mmmph ... mmm...” Monica was taking him deep.
“Can I get in that pussy?” Another inmate was impatient.
Monica’s mouth made a wet pop. “Yes! Use my pussy! It’s aching for more dick!”
All three were taking turns, the rhythm changing as they rotated. Sometimes two at once. Sam could hear the difference in Monica’s moans when she had two cocks in her.
They finished faster than the guards had. Years of pent-up sexual energy was being released into his wife.
They thanked her profusely as they left, their voices thick with emotion.
“That was amazing ... thank you...”
The inmates filed out past Sam’s cell. One of them had tears in his eyes.
Sam heard the warden in the hall again. He stood to look out the window. There was another group of inmates, plus a camera crew.
“What the fuck?” Sam said loudly.
“This is a special treat, you can be rough, just not too rough. You get one hour, no more. Judge Hendricks was also nice enough to send us these nice folks. This is Jimmy Caldwell and his crew, from the County Records Department, they’re here to document the whole thing.”
Jimmy was upbeat and energetic, like some kind of fucked-up game show host. “Hey, folks! Ready to make some official records?”, he held up his professional looking camera.
They all entered the office. “Alright, Monica! I’m Jimmy Caldwell, It’s so nice to finally meet the city cum dump. How are you holding up, sweetheart?”
“Great! I’m just doing my civic duty.”
“And how many loads have you taken so far today?”
Monica giggled. “I honestly lost count.”
“Outstanding! OUT-STANDING! Now let me introduce you to the next participants. This is Martinez, this is Chen, and this is Jackson. Say hello to the camera, boys!”
There were awkward, mumbled greetings from the inmates.
“Tell me, Monica. Have you ever been airtight?”
“Um, I don’t think so. What’s that?”
“All three holes at once, baby. A three-pronged attack! Full coverage! The hat trick of fucking!”
Monica laughed, sounding nervous and excited. “Oh! No, but I’m here to please!”
“That’s what I like to hear! Alright, boys, let’s get in position. Martinez, you take her mouth. Chen, you get that pussy. Jackson, that ass is all yours.”
Sam heard furniture being moved.
“Okay, I’m ready...” Monica’s voice was eager, then cut off. “Mmmmph!”
Sam listened, pressing his face hard against the glass. Unable to look away from the door even though he couldn’t see through it.
“And there we go, folks! Martinez sliding into her mouth, Chen pounding that pussy, Jackson working that tight little asshole. This is what we call a hat trick in the making! SHE’S GOT THREE-HOLE COVERAGE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”
Monica could only respond with muffled sounds around the cock in her mouth. “Mmmhmm ... mmmph ... mmm...”
“How’s it feel, Monica? Nod if you’re loving it.”
“Mmmhmm!”
“That’s my girl! Look at her go! Taking three cocks like a champ! LIKE AN ABSOLUTE CHAMPION!”
The rhythm built. All three men were grunting in unison. The desk was creaking. Monica was making desperate muffled sounds.
“You can see the pleasure on her face, folks! Even with that cock buried in her throat, you can see it in those pretty blue eyes! This is dedication to public service!”
He spoke a little quieter, addressing the crew “You’ve gotta get in closer on her pussy ... yeah perfect!”
Sam’s breath was fogging the window.
“Alright, finish them off, Monica! Bring it home!”
All three men began groaning. Monica let out a muffled scream.
“HAT TRICK! IT’S A HAT TRICK! Beautiful! Just beautiful! You can’t script it better than that, folks!”
Monica was gasping, coughing, and laughing as they pulled out of her. “Wow ... that was ... intense...”
“You did great, sweetheart. Say thank you to the nice men.”
“Thank you, Martinez. Thank you, Chen. Thank you, Jackson.”
The inmates filed out, looking dazed and happy.
The next group pushed through the door before the last one was all the way out. Jimmy’s voice carried through the place. “ALRIGHT, WHO’S READY FOR ROUND TWO?”
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