Dreams or nightmares

"Imagine waking up and your hands and feet are tied to the bed, and you feel a warm tongue gently licking up your inner thighs. Your body stiffens and you are on the brink of panic... but the tongue touches the soft rich mound between your juicy thighs," Quinton whispered.

She giggled.

"The soft sounds of pleasure caress your lips as the straining muscles in your limbs only show the tension in your centre as the soft moist tongue slips over and around your throbbing clit," Quinton said softly into her ear.

His sensuous eyes watched as his words sent shock waves through her body.

"Your muscles tremble and electricity tingles in the small of your back. Your hips start to gyrate slowly as your mind hears the music. Then the feeling intensifies as it darts down parting your lips as pleasure rip through your succulent, soft body. The muscles tremble and your stomach jiggles as your mind tries to fathom the sensations of intimate licking. You writhe… fighting the tingle… but the tip of the tongue finds your creamy centre and you freeze… penetrating and tasting your sweet clam chowder as your mind gives in to the restrained pleasure.

Tiny feathery flickers of pleasure lap at your centre as you feel your body climaxing...imprisoned and impaled by the hardened pink tongue. A guttural scream pierces the morning air as your toes stretch and twitch. Goose bumps rise. As you fight and gasp for air…my warm, firm hands cup your breasts and heat your nipples.

Long…slow…intimate strokes are interspersed with sucking as a finger joins the party which makes your pussy churn and pulsate. Deep down you begin to climax again as the finger finds your G-spot.

You moan with pleasure beneath the sheets but you keep your eyes closed as you savour the sensations that are maddening your mind and body. Your back arches and huge thrusts of your hips match the movements of my amazing tongue and finger. But you want more as the urges climb just as your nipples peak. Another shudder invades your body, wet, thick lips return the oral kiss, and you squirt.

A gasp leaves your lips as you recognize the face and soon the head of a throbbing cock is nestled at the entrance of your wet, steamy pussy. With ease the head breeches your outer and inner lips and a wet popping sound is heard.

Ahhhh! Uummph!

The veined muscles glide up your tight passage, scratching the itch along the way releasing the dull ache. My first thrust matches yours and slowly and deliberately the dance begins. Hips meeting and grinding as wet sloppy sounds fill the air as our pubis meet and at each union the stubble of my hair ignites your soft intimate skin. My muscular chest catches your eyes, obliterated by the passion as you cease to struggle in fear but are now dictated by passion. Animalistic friction takes over your body. My lips descend unto yours and I devour your luscious Munroe lips…"

Dr. Ramona West blushed, "Stop the talking Quinton, your words are turning me on. You are supposed to be my patient."

Quinton quickly removed his shirt. Ramona followed his movements with her eyes. She felt a delicious pull inside her and she swallowed hard as she tried not to show the fire that he had awakened in her body. She had a thing for tall, well-built men and Quinton was everything she imagined and more. Ever since he had entered the waiting room their eyes had been drawn to hers.

She could see the twinkle in his eyes as she placed the leads on his skin and her palms bruised his nipples. She saw the slight tremor in her hands as her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She wanted him so badly that in her mind they had already crossed that line. She had noticed the firearm on his side and had locked the door. Her lips puckered as she bent and inhaled his cologne. She hadn't been with a man for so long that her body felt ready to explode. Quinton had just lit a match and she didn't think she could extinguish the flames on her own. Romana took a deep breath and as she placed the last lead, her lips brushed his left nipple.

Unapologetically, she quickly looked up at him for a reaction. His eyes fluttered open slowly as if he was in a different reality. Romana kept her eyes on his as she bent her head very slowly giving him time to move away if that was what he wanted. He kept still and watched as her soft, pink tongue darted out and licked his nipple softly. Quinton moaned softly. She circled his tongue around his now rigid nipple and kissed it passionately. She saw the front of his pants rise and she wasted no time and tried to hold it down. The monitor buzzed as the last lead made his heart race. The temptation and the excitement were just too much for Ramona to resist.

Her hands stroked his jeans until she gasped at the rigidity of what was throbbing below her touch. Ramona broke her caress of his nipple to look at the size of his feet and she giggled as she played with what she thought was the head with her thumb. Her blue scrubs tried to hide her body's strong reaction to her attraction. However, her nipples stiffened and pushed against the fabric. Her breathing changed. She suddenly found it difficult to get the breath into her lungs. Her womb clenched at the thought of him doing what he had described to her in his 'story' the thought of a quicky in the examination room. The heart monitor beeped buzzed as her hand released his manhood. The cock stood firm free of the pants as her tender warm hands stroked it as her eyes locked on Quinton's face. Curiosity washed over her and she tasted the tip of his throbbing head by placing the tip of her tongue on the eye.

Ramona moaned and licked her lips. Her kitty pulsed. Suffering from the friction between her slick folds when she moved, she needed more intensity, so she stepped on the two wooden blocks that where between Quinton's legs.

Full-figured and voluptuous, Ramona tugged frantically at her pants as the scrubs and elastic gave way. Thick, chocolate thighs met at the nexus of her plump, wet pussy. Quinton gasped at the sight of her front-loaded port. Time was at the essence as her legs straddled the waist of the robust, athletic patient with one hand around his neck and the other guiding his throbbing cock towards her opening.

Quinton hissed as her heat touched his head. Ramona eased herself down on the throbbing, waiting phallus, bathing them both in the rapturous pleasure. Wet, hot and hairy, her hips thrusted violently searing Quinton with her heated sheath. Quivering as she concentrated on the size and feel of the rigid pipe. Quinton's hands cupped her plump rear as Ramona rode his cock pressing her chest against the leads as the monitor wailed. Grunts and gasps left her lips as she felt his cock swell...

"No, not yet" she urged softly.

"I'm about to cum," Quinton muttered.

"Too quick," Ramona replied and slowed the roll of her hips.

Teasing and clenching the pulsing cock in her heated oven, she felt his shaft relax. Twenty seconds had already elapsed and she had just started to enjoy fixing the heart of hr problem. Her nipples tingled as her brassiere brushed and pressed her dark nipples into erupting.

Slowly the roll of her hips picked up pace and the examining table banged against the drywall.

Thump, thump, thump.

Ramona was too engrossed in the flames that lapped at her centre to be bothered by the sound. The nurse bit her lips and Quinton watched as she rolled her eyes. Sweat tricked down between the ravine of her breasts.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his back, the first tremor reached Ramona's body, her pussy burped and her calculated thrust lost their rhythm and a combination of gyrating thrusts took over with a frenzy and eagerness to savour the cock and to consume it all at the same time made Ramona's head swell as her balloon of pleasure popped.

The clicking of the door lock only heightened her excitement as Ramona pulled Quinton into her as the dam of cum burst over the pulsing cock. She came over and over just as she heard her name being called from the other side of the door.

"Sheeet," she whispered as she jumped off the still jumping snake and pulled up her thong and scrub at once.

Quinton fumbled to hide his dripping thirsty cock just as Ramona unlocked the door.

The cell door creaked.

"Get up prisoner, Pampas wants to see you," the warder shouted as he opened the cell door.

Quinton rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Disappointment crept over his face as he realised that Ramona was only a dream.

"Time for a shower," the warder said as he roughly shoved Quinton toward the cell door.

A few minutes later

The morning air was cold and goose bumps rose on his skin. Unaware of what was about to happen, Quinton stood in the shower washing away the evidence of the previous day's stress. His golden, tan skin glistened under the water. His round firm buns allowed the beads of water to roll off his toned body. The water was not hot as he had become accustomed to but beggars are not choosers so he was grateful for what he had. He kept an eye around him but none of the other inmates seemed to be paying him any attention.

He relaxed his muscles as he scrubbed himself clean. He was just starting to feel like a human again when he caught a movement from the corner of his eyes. Years of instinct kicked in and he whirled around and assumed a fighting stance with his legs widened and his fists raised. He felt rather than saw the first blow as it came from behind. Pain exploded behind his eyes as he dropped to his knees. He shook it off and sprang from the floor as he swung at his attackers. The blows were coming from all sides now and he would connect with someone once only to take several hits.

His grunts of pain were all that echoed in the room. His face was now bloody and bruised but he managed to recognise his attackers. It was Ralph and three of his cronies. Ralph's brother was an old client of his. He had been apprehended in a drug bust. Unfortunately, it had not been one of his success stories and Ralph blamed him for his brother's current prison sentence. Quinton wished he had tried harder to help him. He could no longer fend off the blows as he fell to his hands and knees. In this compromising position the visions of what could happen to him filled him with fear and a scream tore from his throat.

His screams were muffled by many rough hands.

"Broke di bwoy, Ralph."

When Quinton heard those words and realised what they meant, his struggles intensified as he got a burst of energy. He summoned every ounce of strength in his body to kick at the powerful hands that were holding him down. Ralph's hand lingered on his ass lovingly as if to clear the path. Soap suds ran down the ravine between Quinton's cheeks as he clenched his muscles and bucked against his restraints on the slippery tiles. Terror caused him to shout until he was hoarse and thrash around wildly. Shaken, bruised and swollen Quinton closed his eyes, too exhausted to fight. He knew what was going to come next. He would no longer be a man.

His biceps and triceps quivered under the strain of being held hostage by four naked men. The streams of water beat against their bodies. Quinton's skin colour contrasted against the dark chocolate bodies as Ralph self-primed his shaft and laughed at the thought of penetrating the young, virgin, tender flesh.

The screech of the soldiers' whistles echoed in the room along with the sound of heavy footsteps and gave Quinton a sliver of hope.

Ralph's friends suddenly let him go and with a final caress, Ralph too let him go. They melted away in the shadows leaving Quinton quivering on the floor. Ralph's words could be heard in the distance.

"Yuh lucky bwoy. Next time yuh dead like aunty fowl."

Quinton collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower sobbing. His body ached from the blows he had received in the shower. The faces and phalluses of the men haunted him behind his closed eyelids. He thought of the many cases of date rape that he had defended and gotten the rapists off on technicalities. This time the tables were turned, and he was about to find out what it felt like to be a victim. Well, almost a victim. But the next time he might not be so lucky. Quinton knew he could not do his time alone. He had to get some form of protection from a group or would die or worse be lost in the system.

Anger rippled through him. This could not be his life. Who could have done this to him? Who ruined his life and why? Immediately the words Tashima Bent had spoken right before she locked him up flashed across his mind.

"If it was not for Agent Pink, we would not have gotten the tip about you Quinton."