How to Avoid Prison Sex

I did it. I was guilty of the crime. If you must know it was stealing. How was I to know the watch was worth ten grand? A felony.

I rarely steal. I'm a small-bit player. But here I was facing hard time. Honestly four squares and a cot didn't sound too bad. But the rape! How could I survive the prison rape? I'm too pretty. Other guys have told me that before. And once, I went in a gay bar and they swarmed me like moths to a flame. Guys were hanging all over my body, touching places, telling me I could be their darling. Being straight as an arrow I fended off their advances and split.

So, anyway, I had to stay out of prison whatever it took. No science fiction novel in my cell could distract me from the looming threat of continued sex with men.

I begged the public defender, making it clear I would do whatever it took. The fat dyke was unimpressed until at the end she slipped a little piece of paper to me, "Be at that address tomorrow at four."

"And then I'll get off!"

"Do what you're told and it'll be better. This first step will get you a later date."

"A what?"

"Do you want the process of sending you to prison to start next week or in three months?"

I looked at the paper again as if it had more answers. "And I'll go free?"

"Be there and we'll see."

The building was in a nice part of town. Very posh. I rang the bell and was buzzed in.

A gruff security guard met me, "You're the one Nancy sent?" I nodded. "Follow me."

I waited in a little room for a long time until someone in a white coat took blood explaining, "To test for diseases."

After that I was sent to the boss, "You're prettier than she said. Ever wear a dress?"

"Um, no sir. Just what you see."

He looked me up and down, scowling, "Strip!"

I dared not refuse this man. Once I was naked he inspected me uncomfortably closely. "I could work with you if you had a real big cock. Or a micro penis. But that's just average. Not much good."

I still had little clue about what they wanted but I needed this to work. "But I'll do anything. Any heist."

His ears perked up. "Hmmm. Maybe I'll have Tony take a look at you. Now make me happy or hit the street."

He motioned to a massage table he had in his office. I could give a massage. Not that I wanted to touch him. But then he had ME lay down on the table and it was him massaging me.

It turned out it wasn't the kind of massage intended to ease my muscles, but instead this strong powerful man was moaning and getting off by running his hands over my body. I could put up with it, but if he tried anything I was gonna end it.

When he had me flip I was sure he would try to touch my dick. But he totally surprised me when he suddenly started sucking one of my nipples while jerking his own cock. A rich man like him could have any girl in the city but he was turned on by my tiny flat nipples.

I lay there tense and stiff as a board while he grunted and shook, eventually throwing his head back and dropping several splats of disgusting cum on my chest.

I was totally grossed out but he didn't care. He just left me alone to try and figure out how to get cleaned up, dressed, and out of that perverted building. His right hand man gave me another note with another address.

The next day Tony's turned out to be a salon on the Gold Coast and Tony was a flaming queer as gay as a day is long. "Dahling, come in and let Tony sort you." He snapped his fingers as he barked orders and a small army of assistance did his bidding. He talked about me like I wasn't there, "I'm inspired. I can work with this canvas."

Four hours later I looked in a mirror to see Emma Watson staring back at me. Everyone there said I was her doppleganger. I'll admit I looked good. And I'll be the first to say I never would have believed it if I had been warned hours earlier. But I was also falsely imagining that it was a disguise to smuggle me out of state.

Tony clapped his hands and a hush fell over the room. "Allow me to introduce my newest creation: Emma!" Everyone clapped and congratulated him. He was the star, I was just a thing that he made. A work of art, an object to be ignored or at best stared at.

"Send her back to Milo!"

A limo was waiting for me complete with coachmen and champagne and I was treated like a, well, like a princess.

Milo welcomed me back in, "Well, well, well, you turned out pretty good even with that ugly dick between your legs. Impressive! And Tony did a great job with a great idea."

I waited for him to come on to me. I was ready to fight back this time, "Do you want me on the table!"

He laughed at me, at my ignorance."Not looking like that. What are they, size 32b?" He turned to some papers on his desk, "Oh, that was just a diversion before. We have plans for you, dear."

Reclining, he put his feet up, "So I hear you want to stay out of jail?" I nodded solemnly. "And you'll do anything?"

Suspiciously I asked, "And just what kind of job are you thinking of?"

"We want some pictures. And you're gonna help us get them. It won't be hard and it can be as fast or slow as you want."

"I can nab 'em."

"They haven't been taken yet. Your job will be to set up a camera and cozy up to the mark. Once we have what we want there'll be no jail time for you."

"Ok, just explain the job and I'm on it."

He leaned forward, "Our illustrious Mayor is a big Harry Potter fan. You know he was born in 1990. Specifically, he really likes Hermione. You're gonna spend some social time with him. We'll have a direct feed from the camera and when the pictures are perfect this little bead will let you know." He held up a small metal ball about the size of a ping pong ball which I eyed suspiciously. "We call it a discreet signaler. You can think of it as a vibrating egg -of sorts."

"Sounds easy. Like at a country club, or charity affair?"

"You, young lady, need to bump into him randomly just like any other woman would and establish a connection." He pulled a small object from his desk drawer, "Here's your camera. Just point it where the action is."

The next morning I woke up and Emma Watson never looked worse. Frantically I dashed over to Tony's salon, "You all gotta help me. I have no idea how to do my makeup."

Tony wasn't there but his team was. I heard murmurs, "We can use this."

Another said, "Just don't make Tony mad."

"Then we'll tread carefully. But she looks just like her. We can sell them for almost as much as the real thing."

The group fixed my make-up and hair then ushered me into a photography studio next door. I was placed in front of a green screen and posed for a ton of pictures before they started making my clothing more revealing. In the last set I was totally nude, yet they still expected me to smile. My dick was hidden in all the pictures except one.

I got a brief glimpse of a tv screen where I saw Emma Watson, me, cuddling up to Harry.

That afternoon my phone rang, "Mayor McIntyre will be at the Avalon tonight. We'll pick you up and bring you there in the limo."

Inside the long car a slinky silver tea dress awaited me as well as an envelope which had instructions, "McIntyre campaigned on his purity. Get a few compromising pictures." There was a phone number so I texted back.

"Where am I supposed to hide the camera or that metal ball in this tiny dress,"

The answer came quickly, "put the camera on your purse then mount it in the limo later. Stick the egg in your armpit or up your ass for all I care. I'll buzz it every time you get a good picture."

"How will I know when I'm done?"

"Give it at least fifteen buzzes. Now get dressed and get inside."

"Wait. What's he look like?" I changed as I texted. The ball wouldn't fit anywhere else so I followed the operator's advice which required a ton of the provided lubricant.

"Who the fuck doesn't know what McIntyre looks like? Don't worry. He'll find you. You look totally hot."

I stepped out of the limo but the metal orb up my bum vibrated three quick times. I knew I had taken no pictures so I reached back into the car for my phone, "Dumbass, wear the matching shoes! And yes, from now on three quick pulses means you're being a dumbass."

Inside the Avalon I found a seat at the end of the bar, "I'll have Renais over ice with a twist of lime." A stream of men kept coming up to me and I talked to them long enough to find out they were not Mark McIntyre. One guy was really interesting, just to talk to, but three jolts in my rectum reminded me to move on. I also allowed my drink to be replenished as needed. Free drinks: a girl could get used to this.

About an hour into it a handsome, yet cocky man, sidled up next to me acting like he owned the place, "Are you...? I'm a big fan?"

"Emma. Pleased to meet...?"

"I'm Mark McIntyre and this is my town."

It dawned on me that I couldn't get away with impersonating THE Emma Watson. So I added, "I'm Emma Morgan. Your town?"

"Oh, wow! You look just like the actress. I'm the Mayor."

"I'm a fan too. Of the actress. How could I not be since people are always telling me how much I look like her?"

"What? You're not a fan of mine?"

I 'accidentally' touched my foot to his shin, "Maybe I will be. My drink is empty."

"You're even drinking her drink. Is that all you do like her?"

Placing my hand on his thigh, very near to his organ, I whispered in his ear seductively, "I do EVERYTHING just like her." I waited for the first buzz in my ass. Surely this was compromising enough. But nothing happened.

We talked for the next hour with him coming onto me the whole while. For my part I pried, trying to get him to reveal some impropriety. He finally admitted to some minor indiscretion which is when I foolishly realized that verbal admissions don't show up in photographs. I wasn't very good at this.

"Let's go back to my city apartment, Emma?"

I answered, "Ok. Your place. But my car. What's a city apartment?" I had to walk a fine line between pretend flirting and committing to something I didn't want to do.

"Sometimes it's late and the drive all the way back to my regular home is too far. So I keep another apartment in the city." I interpreted that to mean he had an apartment for fucking women other than his wife.

We went to my limo where the driver held the door for us. Mark got in first, but when it was my turn I tripped on my heels and fell into the car with my hand falling directly into his crotch.

"Emma, you're fast." He raised the screen between the driver and us while I secreted the camera in place and turned on the microphone in the car.

I had to sit close so we would both be in the frame, but I also wanted to sit so as to avoid any kissing. I feigned drunkenness too, "Oh Mark. I'm so sorry I touched this." As I said that I lightly tapped his penis through his slacks, "It was a complete accident." A sudden buzzing jolt in my rectum let me know I had set up the first successful compromising picture. This was going to be easy.

We talked and flirted while I tried to decide what to do next without going too far. He was just telling me how my lips were so sexy so I said, "What makes them sexy? This?" And I placed a quick gentle peck on his cheek." The buzz up my butt made me jump, making him take notice.

"Wow. Emma, kissing really turns you on."

"Oh not really." Three quick vibrations told me I'd said the wrong thing. But it also made me jump again.

I had to fix it and explain my jumpiness as well. I bounced and clapped my hands like a bimbo, "But your skin is sooo kissable." I took his hand in mine and kissed his palm, then his wrist. I really didn't have a plan but it felt right. Lastly, I kissed his bicep, "And you have such strong arms." Actually, I couldn't help but notice that he really did have strong biceps. I bet the girls really went for his muscles. The ball in my ass sent tingles through my body.

If kissing one bicep was good for a picture then kissing the other would be twice as good. I leaned over toward the other arm which was the exact moment my operator chose to buzz me again. With a pucker forming on my lips I jumped and fell face first into Mark's dick, kissing it unintentionally.

On the one hand it was a good thing it was behind a couple layers of fabric. On the other hand I discovered it was quite hard. For me!

I tried to get up but a series of stimulating shocks had me fumbling and "oohing" and "aahing". The next thing I knew Mark's hand was firmly grasping the back of my neck pushing my face back down into his lap as the driver took us to who-knows-where.

The next few minutes were filled with too many new experiences. I struggled to sit up, pushing against his restraining hand, but I lacked leverage. Mark deftly unzipped his pants, confronting me with a rather long and thick naked organ. My ass was vibrating continuously, and quite unexpectedly I had a dry orgasm just as my 'date' was pushing his cock into my mouth. I moaned loud and long despite my revulsion.

"Wow, Emma, I've known women to enjoy my cock, but none has taken to it as quickly or with so much obvious pleasure. If you're gonna cum just from a first taste, wait till I feed you the rest."

Mark moved his other hand to my head and began ravaging my virgin mouth with an aggressive intensity rarely seen in pornos. I was gagging, sputtering, drooling, and tearing up uncontrollably as his big cock plunged violently into my face repeatedly.

I didn't want to have that sexual feeling again, but my operator with the remote control for the vibrator up my bung was much more in control than I was. Apparently anal orgasms were unlimited.

Mark had a death grip on my head and was forcing his cock past the entrance to my throat. "Oh, Hermione, I love you." Why was there no buzz when he said that? I had a theory.

For a moment he let me up to breathe, I was indignant, "Mr. Mark Mcintyre, my name is Emma!" Bam! I got another jump-start.

So Mark forced my throat back down on his cock, "OK, Emma, I love you," buzz buzz went my ass. And I understood more what my employer wanted.

If this was going to happen I had to end it really fast. So I sucked his cock just like mine had been sucked by women in my past. This caused a long series of invigorating buzzes and I had another spasming orgasm shoot through my body. Maybe his cock in my mouth wasn't so bad.

"Shoot bitch! You REALLY love my cock. Are you ready to fuck? I can never cum from any of my conquests' mouths." My operator loved that confession.

The buzzing was so great I exclaimed, "Yes! Yes!" The feelings in my ass were the single best sensations I ever felt as obviously the metallic ping pong ball was no mere vibrator.

The crazy sensations carried me away,"Great! Let's fuck." Then three short bursts reminded me that I didn't have a pussy.

"No! We can't." Thinking only of the pleasure in my butt I surprised myself, "But you can fuck my ass." And I was given another anal tremor as I said the words.

Mark turned me over and threw me across the opposing couch before I realized that I really had suggested I get sodomized. I fought back but my ass had other ideas. I swear I could hear the buzzing as I convulsed and lost control yet again.

Kneeling on the floor behind me he flipped up my silver dress, and sticking his finger on my shitter, cried out, "Fuck, Emma, you're pre-lubed. I lifted myself up from the couch, but pushing hard on my shoulder blades he shoved me back down. We performed this little act a few more times with my operator continually affirming how much he liked it.

In an instant Mark was pressing the head of his impetuous dick against my always-should-stay-virginal ass ring. "Emma, I swear your asshole is tingling in anticipation. With the way you came just from your first taste I bet this'll really have you creaming your panties. Not that you're wearing any."

He wasn't far off. Apparently we both felt the same tingling in my butt, yet only I knew what was causing it.

By now it must've buzzed the required fifteen times, meaning I had enough pictures. Surely the involuntary blowjob was sufficient. "Mark, I think we're done here. This has gone on far enough."

Three staccato taps in my insides said my handler disagreed. One strong thrust from Mark told me he didn't agree either. The sudden intrusion hurt like hell, stretching my anal ring in a way it should never have been stretched.

The pain was like a punch in the butthole. "Oh, Fuck! Your cock is in my ass. Take it out before you kill me."

It's only the head and it's not gonna kill you. My secretary even likes it. Give it a chance and so will you." I was sorely disappointed by the three anal reprimands. I craved the buzzing instead.

As much as I liked what my operator was doing, when my mind was clear, I still didn't like it enough to willingly be analy assaulted. I started to yell bloody rape, "It is too killing me and I don't want it." I would have complained more but the 'electrified' egg seemed to switch into overdrive as if it had another stronger setting. An orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks causing me to hump the car seat uncontrollably. I could even feel my pre-cum making the leather slick.

"I don't believe you Emma. You love my cock and you know it. All the girls do. All of them except my frigid cunt of a wife." A jolt of pleasure radiated from deep in my rectum reaching as far as my fingertips.

I wasn't thinking straight anymore, "I loooove it! Fuuuuck, that feeels goood iiin myyy aaaass. Whyy doesn't youur wife like iiit?" Orgasm after orgasm overtook me.

"When I was dating her, she was a tight little spinner, but as soon as that ring hit her finger, the little gold digger grew to hate everything sexual."

Mark pulled out and was dripping large globs of spit from his lips to my hole, which I presumed was gaped open by the way I felt those spit wads fall directly inside.

I didn't care how good it felt. To save my sense of manliness I had to ignore my feelings. I needed to make this stop. I screamed for the driver but the only effect was that the divider closed more firmly with a click. It was followed by the sound of the door locks closing too.

I yelled out, "Wait! What are you doing?" I pushed against Mark's bare legs futilely

With complete disregard for the actual events that were conspiring he replied, "I knew you would want me, Emma."

He placed the tapered tip of his cock just inside my opening again and began a slow incessant push. The infernal device was pulsing now, and with each pulse I had yet another dry orgasm.

Mark felt it too. "Wow Emma, you must be the best fuck on the planet. I swear your asshole is inviting me in like no other ever has. I have this sense that if you keep that up, I'll probably come two or three times instead of just once."

He gave a short jab just as another pulse from the metallic orgasm ball filled my nervous system with another full body orgasm.

"I love what you're doing to me." Saying that he pushed to the hilt whereupon I felt his dick make contact with the egg.

"Emma, I can't hold back!" My insides grew all squishy as he deposited a huge growing warmth that

spread inside of me.

He lay with his full weight on my back, panting and gasping for air in post orgasmic bliss. His pole stayed hard, still filling me completely. "Why couldn't I hold back? I never let loose this quick."

He pushed up with his hands on my back, "But shit, you are one hot fuck. "Slowly, his unwilted cock withdrew from my ass. "Fuck! I'm still hard as a rock. I AM gonna try to go again."

Exhausted and perspiring I slumped against the couch without the will to fight any more. Mark started plunging my ass repeatedly in a steady rhythm. He buggered me for five or ten minutes, uncomfortably dislodging my insides.

Then the ball hit us again. Mark dropped another sodden hot load in my rectum as my slippery cock continued to rub against the leather couch, and I had yet another anal orgasm.