Chapter 3

“Why don’t you take those pajamas off and let me see what I can do make you a little more ... um ... comfortable?” Missy said, biting her fingernail coquettishly.

As I got up out of bed to get undressed, she scooted over for a better look. Seeing her keen interest in watching me get undressed, I decided to build the suspense and make a show of it.

I slowly lowered my pajamas, watching her face as they slid down past the bulge that seemed to have her so transfixed. Of course, with my boxers on, she didn’t get to see it directly, but the extra freedom did make it more prominent and she eyed it appreciably.

“Can I ... touch it?” she asked without taking her eyes off the throbbing lump. It was almost as if the twitching and pulsing had her hypnotized in some manner.

“Be my guest,” I said. She reached out cautiously, as if it was a snake instead of a cock, making the lump she saw.

“Go ahead, Missy, it won’t bite ... much!” I said. She touched it and it twitched at her touch. She instantly drew back and I chuckled.

“See, it likes you!” I said jokingly. Missy looked up at me with a small smile. “Why don’t you let him out so you two can get better acquainted?” I said.

Missy reached in through my fly and felt my hard cock for the first time directly. At first, her touch was tentative and careful – just the tips of her fingers touching it. Then she got braver and wrapped her hand around it. That’s when she got a better idea of its hardness, the velvety softness of the skin, and the power that was stored in that shaft.

“Take it out,” I said. She pulled it out through the fly opening.

“Oh my, Kevin! You’re so big! I’m no virgin – I’ve seen men’s ... things before. But your’s is bigger than anything I’ve seen before!” she said.

“It’s not a ‘thing’, Missy, it’s a cock. Now say it. Cock. Remember what we talked about,” I said.

“Your ... cock ... is huge!’ she said. “Oh, Kevin, I feel so dirty and naughty talking like that!” she blushed.

“Yes, but you like it don’t you? You like talking dirty and you like being a naughty girl, don’t you? It turns you on to be a bad girl doesn’t it?” I said growling deep in my chest.

“Oh God yes! Yes, it does! Oh, Kevin, what are you doing to me? What are you doing...” she panted.

“It’s exciting to be naughty isn’t it, Missy? It’s exciting and dangerous ... it makes you feel alive ... like an animal in the jungle. Not like that job as a receptionist for a bookkeeping company. Don’t get me wrong, the world needs both receptionists and bookkeepers. But that’s not you, Missy.

No, you are far too much woman for a job so mundane. You belong in a place where you can use those God-given talents ... you belong someplace where you can be free to be who you are ... down inside here,” I said, touching my finger to her chest.

“W-who am I?” she breathed.

I pulled her up to her knees so she and I were just about at eye level. I pulled her close making sure she felt my cock rubbing against her naked wet pussy. “A woman, Missy, a woman with needs and desires. A woman with ... fantasies,” I whispered in her ear.

“Keviiinnn... “ she moaned. I felt her quaking in my arms. She was ready ... ready to become the woman she was meant to be. The woman she had repressed and kept tucked away for far too long.

“Let it go. Missy let go of those rules, those restraints you have put on yourself. It’s just you and I here now. Show me who you really are. Show me!” I growled.

“How, Kevin? How? Please help me!” she cried.

I didn’t even think – I just reacted. This woman needed to be emancipated, liberated from the shackles she (and society) had imposed upon her. This little bird needed to be set free!

I grabbed her arm and threw her down on the bed face first, Grabbing the cuffs from my belt pouch and slapped them on her in an instant.

“Kevin! What are you doing?” she said confused and panicky. I didn’t answer. Once I had her cuffed, I dragged her onto the floor in a kneeling position with her hands behind her back I jerked my boxers down and stepped forward, straddling her knees.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I hauled her head back. “Open that cockhole you call a mouth!” I barked. At first, she didn’t get what I was doing. I slapped her a couple times on the lips with my cock until she understood and opened her mouth slightly.

I didn’t wait for her to fully open up – as soon as I saw black inside, I pushed my cock into it – not so deep it would gag her, but far enough she knew I wanted her to suck cock.

“Now suck that cock. You’ve been playing with it long enough, now do something with it!” I said gruffly. She began sucking slowly at first, but as I pumped in and out she got more and more into it.

“That’s more like it. Suck that cock like you want it; like you need it. Suck it like your life depends on it. I want to hear the sounds of a woman starving for cock! Show me how much you want this hard, fat cock, slut!” I growled.

I grabbed both sides of her head and began face fucking her, not being nice about it either. I was using her; I was treating her the way she wanted and needed to be treated. Like a slut, like a street whore. She didn’t know it until now, but this was what she wanted more than anything else ... to be broken out of that safe, tidy “proper lady” shell that civilized society had forced her into.

“Yeah, you like that cock stuffed in your face, don’t you. You are a natural born cocksucker, you just never got the chance to explore your base desires. Well, we will have plenty of time to explore your slutty side while we are stuck here. Lots of time for me to show you what you have been missing out on. Hell, by the time we leave this place, I may be seeing you brought into the station by the Vice Squad!” I said.

Missy moaned around the cock moving in and out of her mouth. She liked the idea that this wasn’t going to be just a one-time good time thing. We had gotten close living together in this safe house – unable to get away from each other for more than a few minutes, except at night when we would go to our separate rooms. But I had a feeling that after tonight even that bit of separation wouldn’t be afforded us. I had a feeling that we would be sharing the master bedroom of our little hideaway!

By now my cock wasn’t going to get any harder and it ached to find someplace warm to rest in. I had the perfect place in mind. I pulled out of Missy’s mouth and hoisted her to her feet. Bending her over the edge of the bed with her hands still cuffed behind her back, I got between her legs and kicked her feet wide apart.

I knew what she wanted – she wanted me to fuck her. But she wasn’t quite at the point I was trying to get her at. So instead of fucking her, I decided to play a bit!

“Such a wet, horny little slut you’ve turned out to be Missy. Isn’t this better than being that scared, shy, timid woman who first came here? Isn’t it better to feel pleasure than fear all the time?” I said as I toyed with her drooling pussy.

I ran my fingers in her slit just enough for her to feel them tease her opening but not go inside. I tugged on her lips and ran a wet finger up around her anus. I moved back down and lightly pinched her swollen clit. Missy squirmed and rolled back and forth struggling to get me to enter her moaning and whimpering at her frustration.

“Please Kevin, you’re driving me crazy! Please, I need you ... inside me, Please baby, pleeease,” she begged.

I drew back and swatted her ass. SMACK! “I told you how I wanted you to ask for things. Now use your words and ask me properly or I’ll give you another swat just as hard!” I said in mocked anger.

“Please, Kevin! Please fuck me! Please! I want your cock deep in my pussy, please!” she said loudly and with enthusiasm this time.

“That’s more like it. That’s how I want you to talk from now on when we are together. No more prissy Missy you understand? I like whores and sluts – that’s what I know as a cop. I can deal with whores and sluts – they are on my level. It’s princesses and china dolls that I am uncomfortable around. You don’t want me to be uncomfortable do you?” I asked.

“No, Kevin, no I want you to be comfortable, I want you to like me. I’ll be good, I promise. I will talk dirty if that’s what you like. Now please, fuck me! Please, fuck me with your big, fat, wonderful cock! Make me your slut, Kevin. I want to be the slut whore you want. Please, please fuck me!” she begged.

I smiled to myself. I had gotten through to her and I had reached that part of her she had kept hidden inside. I knew it was there – it’s there for most women, it just lies deeper with some than with others. I knew from studying her for the first few days that a sultry, wanton, hot-blooded fuckdoll lay not too far under the surface.

While Missy thought her hard conservative shell would protect her, it just took the right conditions and the right man to bring her to a boil. The fact that these men had broken out of jail had scared her to turn to me in her vulnerability.

And crawling into bed with me was her tipping point. The warmth of a man (and the feeling of a hard cock as well!) had gotten through her defenses and I unleashed the wildcat underneath.

I took my trusty handcuff key and released her wrists, moving her hands forward. Then I parted her asscheeks and at first, she thought I was going to fuck her shithole. She protested telling me she had never had anyone there and to fuck her pussy instead.

I assured her that’s where I was headed but warned her that we would be visiting that tight ass soon though. She seemed okay with that and I placed the tip of my cock at her slit, rubbing it up and down the crack a bit to get her back to a full boil.

When her moaning and humping back and wriggling had reached a proper tempo and I thought she was going to blow a gasket, I pushed into her fully in one continuous medium speed thrust.

“OHHH, KEVIIINNN!” she moaned loudly. She threw her head back as she howled her delight as my cock split her like firewood. I pushed into her smoothly until my hips met her ass and then I grabbed that handy head of hair holding her in that position as I began slamming into her whore style!

I thrust all the way into her until I couldn’t go any deeper. Then I pulled completely out of her. I always enjoy that first entry feeling of opening up a hungry, eager pussy and the gasp it brings out of her. So I would pull clear of her pussy, give her a moment to close back up, then open her all over again.