Part two - The lie

Ohh, yes.
I remember the good old days when I was in bed with Cloth, my muscular gypsy. When I started to rub his cock slowly with both hands and I looked him in the eye: Do you like it? I was telling him. Yes, my sweetie, he replied. I put his cock between my full breasts, maybe too big for my small stature, and I started rubbing it with my breasts, and from time to time I touched him with my tongue and lips. I knew what I was doing, didn't I? Then I took the head of the cock captive with my velvety, hot and hungry lips. I was starting to suck slowly but hard. I didn't swallow it in my throat, instead I rubbed my tongue against the crack of his cock quickly, quickly, trying to open it a little as if I wanted to stick my tongue inside if I could. When I felt a little liquid in my mouth I swallowed quickly and I continued. I was starting to suck to create a vacuum in my mouth when I felt it was ready to ejaculate. Then I stopped and let it calm down, but I put it deep down my neck to the tonsils and over them. Cloth was playing with my blond hair and saying, "You're gorgeous, baby."
Why is a woman gorgeous when she has a strong, big, healthy penis in her mouth?
Don't you want to know what I did in 2002 when I went to visit Boor in prison? I still had problems or I think I was traumatized after the episode with the abortion of his child.. We changed our city, our jobs, I worked at a newspaper, at the computer and my husband in sales. He sold that damn truck to give Claudia the money. We wanted to be fair, right?
I lied to my husband again in 2002 when I was to visit Boor in prison. In 2002
I said I must go for the local paper in Bucharest to have a training course.
But I went to Braila ( The big island of Braila ) , a big jail on the Danube river.
Why did I do that ? I don't know.
I was like a little fly attracted by the spider.
Not even my husband knows.
I think it's the female mind that is sometimes too hidden from those she loves, perhaps not to hurt them.
In Romania it is a sport.
Fuck the friends wife.
Of course, if she is pretty, make her a whore.
Make her to divorce the sucker.
Make her a slut.
Make her a commune property.
I remember it even now. The young lieutenant called me and told me that Boor had been locked up there for a long time. For murder. So I told my husband that I was going to Bucharest for specialization courses. It was July, a heat that melted the asphalt. I left by train, and then another. In Romania the trains are miserable. I arrived in Braila and took a room at a hotel. In the morning around nine I drank coffee at the hotel bar and I had the courage to decide to go to the prison. I also drank rum to have the courage. It was a criminal heat. Above 38 degrees Celsius. I went to my room to change, I couldn't take any more heat, and I took the very short and low-cut transparent summer dress, with my bare back bought by my husband 3 years ago or maybe even 4. I took a taxi and I even asked for the receipt, I was a reporter, no?
We reached the main building where the offices were. I told the gate officer what I wanted, that I wanted to do a report and the person involved had some useful information. I waved my journalist's card around his nose, but he was staring at my white lace bikinis that could be seen through the dress. He spoke to a superior and then said that a guard would come to take me to a visitor's cell. A guard came and told me to follow him. When I started walking, the officer told a guard that if it was up to him, he would put me in a cell with six rapists and leave me there for about three months.
I followed the guard who led me down a long corridor and then into an office. There was an officer who asked me a few questions as to why I wanted to see such a violent person as Boor. I showed him my ID and he said that I am entering the visitors' cell on my own responsibility. I said, of course. Then the officer told the guard to search me. The guard took my purse and said I would get it back when I return from the visit.. Then he looked at me so very lost.
I don't think he's hiding anything, he said. Do the shoes have metal heels? He asked. No, I answered.
He made me sit with my face against the wall and my hands glued to it. He began to touch me from the elbows down slowly, very slowly. Up to the forearm, on the breasts, on the waist and slowly lowered down on each thigh, meticulously and carefully not to miss an inch. Then he started to climb with his hands in the opposite direction from where he had initially left but taking care to touch me between the legs. When he put her hands on my body he made sure to lift my dress above my waist right next to my breasts. The officer said behind me: yes, I don't think she's hiding anything. The guard bent down and grabbed my ankle and lifted my leg so that a pony was ready to be shod. They're not metal, boss, he said. Then he grabbed the other ankle and did the same. He took his hands off me and I lowered my dress. The visit lasts two hours, said the officer. I didn't say anything, I was already wondering if I made a good choice coming there.
The guard told me to follow him again. We left the office and continued down a series of corridors like a maze. I came to a metal gate with a door, which was opened by another guard.
She's a journalist, said the guard who accompanied me to the other. Aha, he said. He received me and led me down a corridor with metal doors. He opened one of them which was guarded by another guard. He looked at me and asked if I really wanted to go inside. I just nodded undecided but the door already opened wide and the guard who accompanied me pushed me firmly and resolutely into the cell. Get in there, he said.
I kept my eyes closed for a while and then when I saw that nothing was happening I opened them one by one. The door behind me was locked with keys and locks and I heard a small window open and some eyes were looking at me. It was a simple cell, practically four white concrete walls, a small window with bars on top of a curtain that let the mercilessly hot sun enter the room. It was unbearably hot.
I went to the largest prison in Romania on an island on the Danube River. Living conditions for detainees are miserable. Nothing changed in communism until 2002. I used my ID card and said I was a reporter. Hell, I was at the computer. But I wanted to see him. I do not know why. There was something or someone pushing me to do that.
There was a table in the middle of the cell, he was sitting in a chair with his back to me. He was bare-chested only in shorts, he was big, very big, his body was sculpted with muscles, he probably lifted weights every day, he was tattooed all over his body.
I approached him slowly, slowly with my heart like a flea. I put my hand on his shoulder and I felt the meat hard but still warm and fine. He had chains on his legs and handcuffs on his wrists. He turned his head towards me and said calmly, with a sad smile: I was waiting for you, my beloved kitten.
He brought his head close to my chest, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed his head between my full breasts. Four eyes were watching us closely through the small steel door window. Boor slowly pulled me to his knees and wrapped his handcuffed arms around me. He started kissing me, leaving me breathless.
His lips were hot and he seemed to be trying to eat my velvety lips, his strong tongue playing with my tongue and then slowly entered my throat like a snake that seemed to be trying to reach into my cute body, almost three times smaller than his. I could feel his big palms caressing my bare back and I could feel the handcuffs on his wrists and the chain on them lightly scratched the skin on my back.
I put my palms on his large, muscular, tattooed shoulders and tried to push him lightly but his hug made me slide my arms around his neck hugging him. He grabbed me lightly by the waist and lifted me like a flake and placed me with my thighs of the former gymnast, so wide open, riding on his lap. My summer dress had risen and between my pussy and his gigantic cock, all that was left of his erection was his shorts and my lace panties. He picked me up slowly and laid me on the table while pulling my dress and panties off me.
I was lying on a large black wooden table, which had become hot from the sun falling through the lattice window in the wall. I waited with open legs to see what he was doing, and in a low voice I whispered: Forgive me. He looked at me seriously and slid his palms slowly under my small buttocks, what did you say?
I repeated again: Forgive me.
He leaned slowly toward my sex and slowly began to kiss him. I forgive you, he said. His lips took possession of my pussy and his tongue penetrated me slowly but firmly, deep, like a snake and began to struggle inside. I put my palms on his big head, with short and spiky hair and I started to push him harder in my sex, I slowly wrapped my thighs around his neck and I started to rub them on his head. I started moaning slowly at first but then my moans intensified in the echoing cell.
The echo amplifies them and I got even more excited. The two guards watched us carefully through the small window in the steel door, which they locked professionally with three locks.
Are you sure this doll is a journalist? asked one of them. They called the newspaper and checked, it really is, said the other. This bitch is crazy about a gypsy dick, isn't she? he said. Although they spoke in a whisper, their words penetrated the hot cell and because of the resonance of the concrete walls and the echo I could hear everything.
Visiting hours on Saturday were from four to six in the afternoon. It was a strict regime because they were the most dangerous prisoners in the country imprisoned there. The senior officer approved my two hours due to the ID from the newspaper I was working for, but of course on the computer, not as a journalist. At a quarter past four I entered the cell for a personal visit, and after two minutes I was naked lying on a hot wooden table, fixed to the floor with large steel screws, in the power of the gypsy who raped me and was my master in the ghetto. I felt guilty that I had killed his child and I had come to apologize for what I had done.
I don't think he was interested in that, he was much more interested in my body. It didn't even last half an hour and I screamed with pleasure because of his tongue like a snake and I reached an orgasm that turned me into a piece of flabby meat. When he saw that I was barely moving, he pushed me lightly in the middle of the table and climbed on top of me. He grabbed the edge of the table with his hands and slowly came over me but not over me so as not to crush me. He looked me in the eye and said softly: You will always be my little meat doll.
He penetrated me slowly into the pussy with the head of the cock like a peach, I opened my mouth to scream but his mouth closed it as if he was hungry for my lips. His cock entered me slowly and as if it didn't end, I put my hands down and grabbed him with both hands by the cock that was half inside me. Half of it was bigger than my husband's. He took his mouth off my lips and said to me: Be a good doll and take your hands off it, I want to penetrate you so deep that you will never forget my cock. I took my hands off his dick and started stroking his ass slowly. He began to penetrate me deeply and thirstily without ceasing and without taking into account my amplified screams by the echo.
He fucked me until I reached such an intense orgasm that I felt thousands of volts running through my body, and my brain seemed to explode and then turn into gelatin, just like my entire body. I stopped screaming, I didn't move, I let out a few soft moans from time to time and I whispered: have mercy, please.
The sun had faded, which meant that six o'clock was approaching, and in the corner of the barred window I saw a large spider's web with a fly struggling in it. A large black spider waited quietly for the fly to tangle in its web. I looked at the black gypsy above me and whispered: the spider will catch the fly.
The giant smiled, of course darling.
I heard a guard: he fucked her until she is no longer able to judge normally.
Yes. Until he saturated her with his cock. Said the other.
The prisoner slowly pulled me to the edge of the table. Then he climbed to his knees in front of my head (the foot chain was tied to one of the table legs) and carefully fitted his cock between my lips. He pressed until he entered. Deeper and deeper. He started moving slowly and rhythmically from the bottom giving me a blowjob. I couldn't move my head either left or right, it was big, hard as steel, and it was in my neck. He went in and out of my throat, inflating it and deflating it visibly.
Jesus, said one of the guards. That's the perfect blowjob. I've never seen such a blowjob in my life. Poor her.
What are you talking about, I'm sure the whore likes it too. Said the other.
Meanwhile, the gypsy's muscles worked perfectly and he pumped me rhythmically and countless times in my throat.
It was August 24, 2002. Six o'clock was approaching, the sun had already passed through the wall of the maximum security prison in Braila, the spider was patiently waiting for the prey that was getting more and more entangled in the threads of his spider web, my husband already commanded the second beer on the terrace with his friends, knowing that I am safe at the hotel in Bucharest where I had training courses.
I was safe in a closed cell with three locks, in the largest prison in the country and I was taking a blowjob, a perfect blowjob in the opinion of the guards guarding us.
I was perfectly safe, no ?
The giant gypsy professionally stuffed his cock in my throat, rhythmically, mechanically without being bothered by anyone. At one point he stopped with his cock deep in my throat, I felt his balls as bigger as apples hanging on my chin and neck. An explosion of hot, viscous fluid began to fill my stomach. Slowly I felt the huge penis withdraw from my throat, reaching my mouth and then resting on my lower lip. I took a deep breath thanks to the pause he gave me. I breathed directly into the head of the cock which seemed to be ready to launch a new attack.
I had my hands over my head, I was no longer able to move any muscles. His cock came in and out of my throat rubbing against the neck walls and tonsils and even passing a lot of them. All that could be heard in the cell was the sound I made as I repeatedly swallowed his cock.
Ggggglllluuunnnggll, glungl, glungl .......
Call the guard upstairs to see if the boss has left and see if the reporter left any luggage in his office, I heard a guard. It's six without five.
I heard him tell him on the phone to take my purse and go downstairs. The boss was in the toilet and was waiting for six o'clock to leave home quietly without having a crazy journalist on his head. After a while I heard another voice: I brought the girl's purse.
Then the phone rang in the hallway. A phone from the communist era, with wheel, like the guards, like the whole prison. A guard answered and said: the boss asks if the journalist has left because he no longer sees her purse in the office. Tell him she's gone. Said a guard who did not take his eyes off the cock that came in and out of my mouth.
Yes, she left, the other guard told to his boss, then hung up.
He wished us an easy shift, he said, joining the others in the window of the cell door.
I'm going to untie the gypsy's handcuffs. I heard. This doll is going to have a very long night.
At one point a second stream of semen began to flow, smaller in quantity than the first, but enough to fill my mouth completely. I couldn't even close my mouth, my jaw seemed to be blocked, I was waiting for him to finish filling my mouth with cum. At one point the cell door opened and the cell seemed to come to life.

Dude, please get off the girl. I heard. Slowly, the detainee moved away from my mouth, his cock slipping between my breasts to my stomach, leaving a streak of sticky liquid on my body. He stood on his feet, calmly waiting at the edge of the table. I turned my head to the door, and semen flowed from the ajar mouth, forming a small puddle around my mouth and my right cheek. I could only blink.
Three brown shadows approached us. One of them showed a key to the gypsy. He smiled and extended his arms to the key. The key made a cheerful sound and released the giant's wrists. The gypsy began to massage his wrists, but kept the handcuffs with him. The guard with the key looked at another older man, puzzled.
If he wants them, you can leave them, I heard the echo of the cell.
Then the key bent and untied the gypsy's ankles, and placed the handcuffs with the chain that was tied with a link to the foot of the table, on a corner of it. We're friends now, aren't we? said a guard. Of course, I heard a low voice that seemed to scratch the plaster on the cell walls. I turned my head to the voice and saw in the light of dusk how the spider was moving slowly but surely and firmly towards the fly that was barely moving.
The fly, I whispered.
What does the doll say? said someone.
Only a ripple came out of my mouth, my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth and I still had semen in my mouth, the sounds I made were not intelligible. I heard the guard's boots moving away with a metallic noise on the concrete floor of the cell, the metal door slammed shut and the rattle of the latch and padlocks showed that the security system of the prison was working perfectly.
Boor approached me and began to caress my arms, bringing them to the corner of the table and then calmly and deftly put a handcuff on the wrist of my right hand then passed the chain of handcuffs around the foot of the table and closed the other handcuff on left wrist.
He walked to the other corner of the table, diagonally, where the handcuffs waited quietly. He handcuffed my ankles one by one and then professionally checked the chain at the foot of the table. It was perfect. He slowly climbed over my wisely handcuffed body.
I whispered: The little fly will have big problems tonight.
The gypsy smiled: Of course my delicious mosquito. His mouth grabbed my lips,my tongue, and the mixture of saliva, mine, his, and his cum were pushed by a strong tongue, like a piston, into my throat, and I swallowed everything.
I felt two tentacles try to get deep inside me as if trying to hide from something, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and spread my knees arching my thighs as much as my ankle chain allowed. I began to moan slowly under the almost painful massage of the gypsy's palms. I began to wave in the power of a phenomenal cock. I tried to get rid of the snake in my mouth that was suffocating me. I turned my gaze to the steel door.
This little girl looks gorgeous. I heard.
Some big lips that ate my ear kept whispering to me: You will be mine forever, you will dream of me all my life, you are my eternal sex slave.
I turned my head to the other side trying to get rid of the gypsy's words that mesmerized me. In the moonlight, the spider had caught the fly and ate it with pleasure. The gypsy continues to fuck me without showing signs of fatigue and asks me slowly: Who is your master? You are my master, I replied in a whisper. Tell me again, I heard. You are, sir, you are, sir, I repeated without stopping.
The echo whispered again and again: who, who? I kept answering: You are.
The steel door answered: he completely dominates you, you are submissive to him forever.
The night was early. My husband was going home to bed, drunk and excited that he has a beautiful wife like a little doll and intelligent who will manage in her career with the help of her computer skills.
Meanwhile, the intelligence of the little meat doll had become just a grain swimming in the sea of semen pumped into her little body, by the gypsy who was her master in the ghetto and now, between the cell walls inside the maximum security prison. My little body was stretched to the limit in chains, and my master fed me whenever he felt like it with his semen that seemed to never end.
I felt two tentacles try to get deep inside me as if trying to hide from something, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and spread my knees arching my thighs as much as my ankle chain allowed. I began to moan slowly under the almost painful massage of the gypsy's palms. I began to wave in the power of a phenomenal cock. I tried to get rid of the snake in my mouth that was suffocating me. I turned my gaze to the steel door: This little girl looks gorgeous. I heard.
Some big lips that ate my ear kept whispering to me: You will be mine forever, you will dream of me all my life, you are my eternal sex slave.
I turned my head to the other side trying to get rid of the gypsy's words that mesmerized me. In the moonlight, the spider had caught the fly and ate it with pleasure. The gypsy continues to fuck me without showing signs of fatigue and asks me slowly: Who is your master? You are my master, I replied in a whisper. Tell me again, I heard. You are, sir, you are, sir, I repeated without stopping. The echo whispered again and again: who, who? I kept answering: You are. The steel door answered: he completely dominates you, you are submissive to him.
The night was early. My husband was going home to bed, drunk and excited that he has a beautiful wife like a little doll and intelligent who will manage in her career with the help of her computer skills. Meanwhile, the intelligence of the little meat doll had become just a grain swimming in the sea of semen pumped into her little body, by the gypsy who was her master in the ghetto and now between the cell walls inside the maximum security prison. My little body was stretched to the limit in chains, and my master fed me whenever he felt like it with his semen that seemed to never end.
I felt two tentacles try to get deep inside me as if trying to hide from something, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and spread my knees arching my thighs as much as my ankle chain allowed. I began to moan slowly under the almost painful massage of the gypsy's palms. I began to wave in the power of a phenomenal cock. I tried to get rid of the snake in my mouth that was suffocating me. I turned my gaze to the steel door.
This little girl looks gorgeous. I heard.
Some big lips that ate my ear kept whispering to me: You will be mine forever, you will dream of me all my life, you are my eternal sex slave.
I turned my head to the other side trying to get rid of the gypsy's words that mesmerized me. In the moonlight, the spider had caught the fly and ate it with pleasure. The gypsy continues to fuck me without showing signs of fatigue and asks me slowly: Who is your master? You are my master, I replied in a whisper. Tell me again, I heard. You are, sir, you are, sir, I repeated without stopping. The echo whispered again and again: who, who? I kept answering: You are. The steel door answered: he completely dominates you, you are submissive to him.
The night was early. My husband was going home to bed, drunk and excited that he has a beautiful wife like a little doll and intelligent who will manage in her career with the help of her computer skills. Meanwhile, the intelligence of the little meat doll had become just a grain swimming in the sea of semen pumped into her little body, by the gypsy who was her master in the ghetto and now between the cell walls inside the maximum security prison.
My little body was stretched to the limit in chains, and my master fed me whenever he felt like it with his semen that seemed to never end.
I felt two tentacles try to get deep inside me as if trying to hide from something, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and spread my knees arching my thighs as much as my ankle chain allowed. I began to moan slowly under the almost painful massage of the gypsy's palms. I began to wave in the power of a phenomenal cock. I tried to get rid of the snake in my mouth that was suffocating me. I turned my gaze to the steel door: This little girl looks gorgeous. I heard.
Some big lips that ate my ear kept whispering to me: You will be mine forever, you will dream of me all my life, you are my eternal sex slave.
I turned my head to the other side trying to get rid of the gypsy's words that mesmerized me. In the moonlight, the spider had caught the fly and ate it with pleasure. The gypsy continues to fuck me without showing signs of fatigue and asks me slowly: Who is your master? You are my master, I replied in a whisper. Tell me again, I heard. You are, sir, you are, sir, I repeated without stopping. The echo whispered again and again: who, who? I kept answering: You are. The steel door answered: he completely dominates you, you are submissive to him.
I don't know if I fainted or fell asleep. I narrowed my eyes and felt the light and warmth of the sun, it was going to be a hot day again. The spider was gone, only a small corpse wrapped in threads, like a cocoon, remained in the spider's web. I tried to move. It was useless. I was with my arms fully extended in handcuffs, the legs were looser so I tried to arch them and push in heels to alleviate the pain in my arms. I slipped on the table covered with a sticky liquid and I started to moan slowly and then harder and harder. I started coughing. The metal door slammed open. Three men came in and started hitting the sleeping gypsy on the chair with his hands outstretched on my body. I started screaming louder. The cell was hell. Two of the guards dragged him outside like a corpse while the third kept hitting him on the head with his guard's staff. I heard: hit him, don't stop. I kept screaming: no, no. I started crying helplessly. After a while the three men returned, one began to untie the handcuffs from my wrists and ankles and another took out a bottle and a handkerchief that he was soaking wet. I tried to see what was written on the bottle when he approached my face with a handkerchief. When he pressed it on my mouth and nose I read: chloroform .....

I felt a rough linen cloth slowly rise on my thighs then on my waist, on my breasts and then above my head. Someone stuffed my hands in the bag and threw the handkerchief inside. I was paralyzed from chloroform but I could hear the guards making their plan to take me back to the hotel. The young guard said that his cousin was working this morning and would take me inside the hotel through the kitchen. In the morning there was no one. I think I fainted on the way because I woke up in my hotel room, naked in bed, with a note on the bedside table.
Yes, when I woke up in the hotel room I was completely confused, I didn't know what day it was, what time, not even where I was. I had a terrible headache and my stomach was so full and hard that I vomited in bed and then in the toilet about three times.
I took a shower and called the front desk to ask if anyone knew how I got there because I was a little drunk, I lied. Nobody knew anything.
A woman came to my room and brought me train tickets and told me it was better to leave. I found a note on the table with the schedule of visiting hours in prison with a handwritten note: waiting for you every month.
I put on jeans and a T-shirt and went to the train station.
At home everything was normal, my husband was waiting for me impatiently and at the service everything was boring. He was a young man about my age who always harassed me: please give me a kiss, please let me caress your thighs, God, how good looking you are, .......