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Authors name: BarryH (bahames@vancouverbc.net)
Story title : Talking Dirty
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Talking Dirty (FF, exh, 1st, mast)
by BarryH (bahames@vancouverbc.net)
(c) 2002 by X_Ray
***
Debra has always loved those forbidden four letter words
during sex, and likes to make a lot of noise. In this
tragi-comic adventure Debra ends up living out some kinky
fantasies inside a women's prison with an unlikely lover
in a dangerous place. Critiques and comments welcomed by
the author.
***
Debra was the love of my life. Even though we had been
partners for over ten years she still fascinated me. It
wasn't that she was ravishingly beautiful or anything
else purely physical. It was her mind, her bubbling
personality, and her wonderful imagination that
captivated me and kept me pathetically grateful for every
day she was in my life.
Mind you, Debra was not hard to look at. She was
incredibly cute with bright sparkling brown eyes, a
compact girlish figure, short wavy dark hair and a huge
impish grin that would just light up my soul every time
she flashed it. She had looks, but she had that certain
something extra that made you look deeper. She had
charisma.
Depression never draped itself over Debra's day the way
it sometimes did mine. I could be moody and taciturn and
sometimes took my job as a social worker home with me. I
worked with some of the most dysfunctional people in the
city's downtown core and at times I felt their pain too
acutely. The dark cloud of their mental illnesses,
addictions and other disabilities sometimes settled over
our house - until Debra caught sight of it that is.
"David, have you brought those poor crippled people home
again? I mean I like old One-Tooth Sally and Hector the
Heaver, but did you have to bring them over for dinner?"
she would ask me looking all serious. I would try to stay
glum but she would crack me up with that ironic mix of
innocent concern and mouthful of street nicks. God, she
was so damn sweet and yet at times more streetwise than
me- a similar irony that was a large part of what made
our sex life so fascinatingly debauched at times.
In the bedroom Debra became completely engrossed in her
sexual pleasure, often having rapid fire, machine gun
like orgasms - 20 or even 30 in a night. She had an
active fantasy life and no inhibitions now about sharing
it with me. Debra loved talking dirty!
I had always been out there about my stuff but Debra took
some time to feel comfortable with her own unique Debra-
brands of kinkiness. When she finally got there though I
had a hell of a time keeping up! She discovered in
herself a very strong but hitherto latent bi-sexual
streak, which took her completely by surprise, but
voyeuristic inclinations she knew had always been there.
Debra loved to watch too.
Outside the bedroom Debra was every inch the dedicated
young primary school teacher she so loved being. A four-
letter word would not DARE enter her mouth before it
would die of shame!
Paradoxically, in the bedroom Debra loved sex in a very
intense way. She would relish my hardcore descriptions of
sex with her or others (women OR men. I had been through
my own bi-curious period) while she rubbed herself
furiously against my thigh, used her hand on herself or
had me get her off with one of several dildoes and
vibrators we had collected. She especially enjoyed my
whispered, urgent sexual commands while I fucked her
senseless or, at least I confess, for as long as I could
hold back.
In turn, often after PTA meetings for example, Debra
would regale me with a fantasy (one she had yet to carry
out) involving a mother that night she had developed an
insatiable letch for, or a father's cum she wanted to
suck right up through his balls! Every teacher fantasy
I'd ever had as a horny young elementary and high school
student we role played together. She would be the horny
young instructress tempting me into the wicked ways of
the adult world while I learned (among many other things)
of that special way to pass her very exacting oral exam!
One day in our relationship, though, I especially needed
her warmth more than her heat. I lost two of my favorite
characters from the 'Hood'. 'Misogyny' Lou McAllister (as
we called him) was an old, wet-brained little Scotsman
with a hate on for all things female, and Mistress Donna
"Domina" Wagner (or "Viagra" as we called her), who
hated, among many other things, Misogyny Lou McAllister.
Debra liked Lou a lot too. When he set eyes on her for
the first time in my office waiting room he shuffled up
to her sputtering and cursing, looked her up and down and
announced his verdict: "Aye," he burred in his crusty
Glaswegian accent, "an' yon's a cheesy lookin' little
cunt!" So saying the skinny little troll turned smartly
on his heels, brushed past us and shuffled off into the
blue. Debra collapsed on a chair and didn't stop laughing
until we got home some two hours later.
Mistress Domina had her charms too but she was a little
harder to take. She stood a good six feet tall and
weighed in at at least 250 pounds. She'd worked the
streets for years and was known to be rough trade, a
raging fetish queen all black leather and attitude, which
some guys liked - at least those who lived long enough to
tell about it. Alas, Misogyny Lou was not one of them.
As was his wont Lou was out after dark one night with a
skin-full of cheap wine and Mistress Domina was at her
usual corner barking at the traffic that cruised by
ogling her. Lou, in his usual wine soaked way, was
staggering along and cursing every working girl he met -
"Arrrrgh, ye poxy auld whores! Come an' blow a tune on me
bagpipe!" or " 'ere lass! Coom an' lick me sporran!" he'd
cackle at them grabbing at his crotch.
The girls all took him in stride that night except for
Domina Viagra, of course, who had half a fifth of vodka
in her along with a giant hair up her enormous ass about
something, as usual.
"Oh, it's you, you skuzzy little shit," she snarled as
Misogyny Lou approached her muttering and sputtering.
"Heheheh.." Lou is reported to have chuckled, "an' ain't
yer just the great fat mother-fookin' 'ore a Baby-lon all
dress'd oop like some cheap clap doctor's clerk." he
chortled, when a 12 pound purse full of ball stretchers,
a Bowie knife, nipple clamps and half a fifth of vodka
connected with the side of his head, instantly
extinguishing Lou's remaining six brain cells.
Misogyny Lou McAllister, age 70, late of Glasgow,
Scotland by way of at least eight different Skid Rows,
had lipped off his last Lady of the Lamp-Light and gone
on to that great Hooker Stroll in the Sky. It was the end
of an era.
It was the end of Mistress Domina's time on the street
too. As Donna "Domina Viagra" Wagner was led away
admiring the cuffs they'd trussed her up with, the
arresting officers were looking down at Lou's frail,
cooling corpse trying desperately hard not to laugh out
loud. "It was self-defense!" she wailed as she was led
away, "The little shit tried to rape me!"
Debra was there for me that night, sharing my grief over
Lou and suggesting that Mistress Domina, being openly and
extravagantly bi-sexual, far from doing hard time would
soon instead have a whole prison full of "subbies" to
"dom" for the rest of her life. I couldn't help but see
Debra's point and I felt somewhat better.
Little did I know but this talk about sex and prisons was
destined eventually to take our relationship to a whole
new level. Debra's fantasies began taking on a 'penal'
bent so to speak.
At first Debra imagined herself locked up night and day
with a hundred sex-starved women, which added further
spice (as if it were needed) to our sexual couplings.
Then 'Domina' re-entered our life.
I began receiving letters from Donna Wagner shortly after
she was sentenced for doing in poor old Lou. Prison was
changing her, she said. She was free from booze and
drugs, exercising every day and over the past year had
lost almost a hundred pounds. I was impressed and Debra
was too. We arranged to visit her.
Neither of us was quite prepared for the transformation
Donna had undergone. She appeared before us in the
visitor's area seated behind a plexi-glass screen. When
she stood up to greet us she took our collective breath
away! Gone was the obese street sloppy leather queen and
in its place was a tall, dark-haired svelte, sexy woman
who belied her 43 years by at least 10. She was a
knockout! And if I was entranced, Debra was mesmerized; I
could practically hear her mouth watering!
We talked with Donna for at least two hours and were
amazed at the new person she had become. No longer sullen
and full of fight she talked openly of the wasted years
of addiction and excess, her background of abuse and
neglect and her days behind bars now spent part-time as a
university student working toward an English degree.
Donna wanted to write and what stories she could tell!
All the way home we talked about Donna and Debra
confessed to feeling enormously attracted towards her.
That, at least, I understood. Whatever else Donna Wagner
a.k.a. Domina Viagra had become she was now undeniably
sexy with luscious Zaftig curves and breasts like big
tropical fruits straining to escape her neat cotton work
shirt. Her smoldering dark eyes, long black hair and full
red lips giving up shy, almost girlish smiles had both
our hormones humming. I could tell too, that Donna had
her eyes all over my partners' well shaped little body.
I was content to visit Donna once a month or so but Debra
made the 2-hour drive to see her every Sunday. She had
promised, ostensibly at least, to help her with her
studies. The second weekend out though Debra asked her
about sex behind bars and confessed to her wicked
fantasies around that scenario.
Donna did not disappoint nor disabuse her of the notion.
Sex behind bars in a women's prison was an everyday
occurrence, almost unremarkable, except for the intensity
and passions it often aroused. The voyeur in Debra was
hooked and the raw talented storyteller that Donna was
becoming rose to the descriptive challenge.
"Honey," Donna drawled, "I have pussy 3 times a day in
here! Last week I was with Jenny, a red-haired little fox
with big titties who loves momma to spank her when she's
bad. And she is soooo bad!" she laughed. "We did it in
the kitchen store room, in the shower stalls off the
range and in our cells at lockdown. We kissed and fucked
our little pussies all red and swollen for days!" They
both laughed together at the image but both women could
feel the heat rising as Donna's bawdy tales of lust and
seduction behind prison walls continued.
But suddenly Donna stopped in the middle of relating the
salacious details of a small orgy in the gym last week to
take a sensuous breathy sigh then look Debra, sweet
innocent looking 4th grade teacher Debra, right in the
eyes and begin slowly to unbutton her shirt. Debra gasped
as a view of pillowy cleavage was exposed, then a white
cotton sport bra, until the blue denim shirt hung open.
Donna took the edge of the bra and lifted it, baring her
huge breasts to Debra's unblinking, astonished gaze.
"I just so like my titties played with," Donna murmured
into the phone and into Debra's ear. "My nipples are
soooo sensitive!" she added, stroking an enormous brown
one with her fingers until Debra thought it might burst
from swelling.
"Now you sweet baby Jane" Donna whispered into Debra's
ear. Debra looked around quickly, surprised at her rapid
acquiescence. Because it was still early the visiting
area was deserted. The guards, she noticed, were all
tucked away in their office hidden by the interview area
dividers. The two women were virtually alone to finish
out this strange dance of passion they had started.
Tentatively she began to undo her blouse.
"This is crazy" she whispered to Donna behind the plexi-
glass but pulled open her white sheer blouse and lifted
her bra. Seeing the satisfied smile on Donna's face she
asked "You like them?"
Donna's jaw dropped at the sight of Debra's round firm
breasts and hard little pink nipples, answering her
inquiry. She too began to stroke her own nipples and felt
a flood of juices running from her pussy.
Donna moaned into the phone then both women moved
together and pressed their breast flesh flat against the
plastic divider between them, nipple to nipple. Their
lips moved together too in an intense kiss just a mere
half-inch apart from each other. Even so, Debra thought
it was the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced. Their
tongues danced together against the cool clear plastic
and their eyes locked in a steamy embrace.
The palms of both women's hands met, fingers pointing
down and began descending as if each could reach between
the legs of the other. As they reached their pubic
regions they slowly stroked each other through the glass
as if they had finally broached soft yielding pussy
flesh.
Donna stepped back and watched Debra's hand intently.
"Play for me baby" she whispered, "Play with your hot
little cunt while I watch!"
Debra couldn't believe herself as her right hand undid
her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Her white
cotton panties followed. She thought briefly of her oh so
prim and proper principal Ms. Buxton, and chuckled
inwardly at the thought of the woman's face if she could
see her now. Or her students! Oh my God! she whispered to
herself.
Donna's own hand had meanwhile disappeared between her
own legs and moved rapidly beneath her blue cotton work
pants. Debra boldly bared her sex, plunged a finger into
her wet little slit and began to masturbate as Donna
gazed on.
Donna panted into the phone, "Oh my! That pink little
snatch is so beautiful, honey! Fuck yourself good now
baby! I wanna watch you finger fuck that hot little twat.
Fuck that cunt for me babydoll!" Donna lowered her own
pants too.
Donna's words were like fire to Debra's soul. She had
never heard talk quite like this before, not from me and
certainly not from another woman. It drove her wild. And
now she saw revealed the dark tangle of Donna's pussy fur
with two fingers plunging deep inside her own cunt and
the site brought Debra near to climaxing. She matched
Donna's actions by inserting fingers into her own neatly
trimmed dark bush and found her G spot. She fucked
herself loudly; even placing the phone receiver next to
her eager fingers so Donna could lap up the sticky wet
sounds of her self-pleasuring.
"Oh my God, I'm coming!" Debra panted urgently, bringing
the phone back to her mouth. A shudder ran through her
whole body and a gigantic wave of orgasmic energy coursed
up through her abdomen and out to very tips of her
fingers. She mouthed a silent scream, and with a look of
intense concentration willed herself against all odds to
remain quiet lest anyone here her.
What did escape from Debra was a low-key wailing and
three huge squirts of ejaculate from her urethra, the
first time she'd ever come that way. Her hand was soaked
with her juices and a small puddle of the clear come had
gathered on the floor at her feet.
Those squirts were way too much for Donna who, with Debra
staring open-mouthed in front of her, had an intense,
soul-searing orgasm that literally took her breath away.
As the shakes and tremors slowly subsided from both women
they looked up and flashed wicked evil grins at each
other.
"Never done that before in jail," giggled Donna, "Y'all
come back now, y' hear?" Donna then blew Debra a kiss and
hung up the phone. Debra laughed and returned the kiss
with a sensual smack of her swollen lips.
Donna did up her clothes and waved a hand goodbye. Then,
with a toss of her long dark hair, she turned and walked
back into the prison compound as if nothing had happened.
Debra stared at her retreating figure for several stunned
seconds not quite believing what had just happened. She
straightened up her own clothing then calmly walked back
to her car. The guards didn't even look up.
Debra couldn't wait to tell me all about it of course. I
was amazed and awestruck by their ingenuity and daring
but something puzzled me. Debra made a lot of noise when
she had sex, over and above the dirty talking she loved.
How did she manage to keep quiet enough for the whole
prison not to hear her?
"Oh, that was hard," she said to me in that earnest,
almost na‹ve way she had, "But what I did," she said in
all seriousness "was remember just what happened to the
LAST poor soul who talked dirty to ol' Domina Viagra!"
When I finally stopped laughing I had to stop and wonder
if the ghost of old Misogyny Lou McAllister hadn't been
in that room in the jail, keeping the guards distracted
and the visitors out while "yon cheesy little cunt an'
the great poxy whore o' Babylon" went at it in the
corner. I bet he was.
END
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