Imprisoned In Different Ways

My name is Carly and I met my husband Todd when we were sweethearts in high school. He was my whole world and the only love of my life. I couldn't see myself with anyone but him. We dated since we were Juniors and went to the proms together. I somehow held out until I was eighteen when I let him take my virginity.

We were married in our early twenties and struggled to make ends meet like most young couples. I worked as a cashier at a local grocery store and Todd worked in a family friend's construction business. He made good money for most of the year but was laid off for the winter. He would do odd jobs so we could pay our bills but no matter how hard we worked, we just couldn't keep up.

We began to get behind on some of our bills and had our power and cable shut off several different times. It was always stressful to wonder if we were going to be able to pay the rent on time or if the car was going to break down when we could least afford to have it repaired. Todd and I began to argue, mostly over money.

The one thing we had going for us was a very active sex life. We were young and horny. We'd fuck before work, when he got home or before bed. Sometimes, all three. I learned to become a pretty good cocksucker and enjoyed when Todd would cum in my mouth. He told me a lot of his friends complained that their wives or girlfriends wouldn't suck their dicks at all and if they did, they wouldn't swallow the cum.

I'm a petite blonde, barely 5'4" tall but blessed with 38DD breasts. Todd loves to play with my tits and one of his favorite things to do is for me to let him titty fuck me until he cums. I've learned to love having him shoot his load onto my face and chest because it gives him such great pleasure.

We've experimented with anal sex when I'm menstruating. I think my butt is too big, especially for a short girl like me but Todd loves it. To be honest, it's not one of my favorite things to do. I'd rather give him a blow job or titty fuck during that time of the month but I'll give him a treat of anal sex sometimes.

Todd liked to fuck me outdoors so it wasn't unusual for us to go for a ride down a country road and find a place to park so he could fuck me in the backseat or a secluded forest or pasture. Even when we would fight, it would somehow make us more passionate which made the make-up sex even better.

Even though we were struggling financially, we were able to make it work. I got worried when Todd wasn't working and he began to hang out with some of the people we knew in high school who were up to no good. Everyone knew they were doing some illegal things but most people minded their own business. When Todd began to bring home large amounts of cash, I didn't ask questions. I was curious about how he was earning that money but the other part of me didn't want to know. I guess I was complicit in his activities by my silence but, on the other hand, we were paying our bills and able to afford a nice TV, and a more reliable car. A big plus was that we weren't dodging bill collectors for the first time since we got married.

I got worried a few times when Todd flashed some big wads of cash and I told him, "I don't know what's going on with you and your friends but you better be careful."

He would get mad at me and tell me, "Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing. You seem to like those new shoes and clothes I bought you so just let me take care of business."

Even though I was concerned about the source of his income, I had to admit that I liked having some of the luxuries that it provided. Most importantly, it took a lot of stress away from our marriage and life in general. Todd started going out late at night and coming home early in the morning which made me worry even more about what he was doing but I looked the other way as long as the bills were paid.

Everything was going great until I got a call in the middle of the night that Todd had been arrested. I rushed down to the jailhouse but couldn't see him until he appeared in court the next morning. I was scared but didn't want to call anyone because I hoped it was all a big mistake.

The next day in court, I found out he'd been arrested for being in a stolen vehicle and for selling and possessing illegal drugs. He also had some other stolen items in the car, and stuff that they called burglary tools. He was in deep shit.

I talked to Todd briefly and he told me where he kept a stash of money so I could make bail and give an attorney a retainer for his services. I was shocked at how much money he had hidden away but most of it was quickly eaten up in attorney fees. He also didn't have a source of income anymore and I wasn't bringing home much working as a cashier so we began to struggle again.

The District Attorney offered Todd a deal if he would give up the names of the other people involved in fencing the stolen merchandise and drug dealing but he was afraid of being known as a snitch. I begged him to take the deal but Todd refused. We had several fights over this and I was worried at the prospect of my husband going to prison.

Todd may have been a small-time criminal and a first-time offender but an ambitious District Attorney wanted to show that he was tough on crime and my husband ended up getting a two-year sentence at a state prison. I was mortified. I cried my eyes out as they took Todd away with his hands cuffed behind his back. I was all alone for the first time in my adult life. My parents tried to warn me about Todd but I didn't listen to their advice so I couldn't go to them for help. I still had some of Todd's money stashed away and I was going to have to live on that for as long as I could.

The first few weeks alone were hell. I visited Todd every chance I got and he looked horrible. He wouldn't tell me what was going on but I knew he was in trouble. He was a young guy in prison with a bunch of hardened criminals. He told me there were a couple of gangs behind bars but he didn't fit in with any of them. After a month of barely surviving in prison, Todd asked me to see one of the gang leaders, Big Daddy, who ran a big criminal operation in our city. His organization extended into the prisons where they smuggled in contraband that the corrections officers seemed to be part of.

"Take some of the money you have left and see if you can buy me some protection in here. Please, honey, I'm desperate. I don't think I'll survive two years in this place."

My heart was broken and I wanted to help the love of my life in any way possible so I got a few hundred dollars together and tried to meet with the gang leader. It wasn't as easy as I thought to get to see him. I called around to some people and I found out he had an unofficial office in the back of a bar on the bad side of town. I had no choice but to go there and see if I could meet with him.

I was so scared I was shaking but I went to the bar to see if I could meet Big Daddy. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve sweater but I drew the stares of everyone in the place. I was the only white person in the bar and several of the men openly stared at me and made rude comments as I walked by them. I'm sure it wasn't every day that a petite blonde with big tits and blue eyes walked into that place. I was terrified but tried not to show it.

I went up to the bar and said, "I want to see Big Daddy."

The bartender laughed as he looked at me and said, "What makes you think he'll see you?"

"I just want to talk to him. I need his help."

The bartender looked at me and told one of the men to go and see if Big Daddy would see me. I waited almost half an hour before the guy returned and said I could go back to meet with the gang leader. Before they would let me see Big Daddy, one of his men stopped me and told me he had to make sure I wasn't carrying a weapon or wearing a wire.

I had to stand where everyone could see as the big Black man, felt and groped me all over, supposedly checking for a weapon. He groped my ass and breasts during the search. He then made me lift my sweater.

Everyone was looking at me in my lace bra and someone commented, "Look at those titties. B.D. is going to love those babies."

My face was flushed as they led me to another room to wait to be seen. I was there for almost an hour before another big Black man came to get me. By that time, I honestly didn't know if I was going to make it out alive.

I waited in another office until a very large Black man, over six feet tall and at least three hundred pounds, walked into the room with two large bodyguards who looked like football players. He was fat, not very good-looking, and had scars on his face and arms. He was wearing several thick gold chains and diamond and ruby rings.

"So what brings you here my fine little lady? Be quick about it. My time is valuable."

I told him about Todd and how he would be locked up for two years and needed some help. I slid the envelope with a few hundred dollars in it across the desk.

Big Daddy opened the envelope and laughed, showing a couple of gold teeth and asked, "What's this for?"

"That's to make sure Todd is safe while he's locked up."

Big Daddy laughed again and said, "I make more than this in a minute."

"But that's all I have."

"I don't need your money but you do have something I could use."

He was glaring at my chest and I knew exactly what he wanted.

"To be honest, darling, those titties and ass of yours are worth more to me than the cash in this envelope."

"Well, I'm not for sale."

"I ain't looking to buy, honey. I just want to rent you out," Big Daddy replied with a vulgar laugh. He went on to say, "Think about it, babe. Here's a number you can reach me at if you change your mind," he said as he handed me a slip of paper.

I took the paper and asked, "Can I have my money back?"

Big Daddy laughed and said, "Naw, sweetie. That's the cost of my time. Now get out of here. You've wasted enough of my time."

I was frustrated but I had more respect for myself than to let some fucking gangster pimp me out. I didn't know what I was going to do. I was looking for a better job but the only thing I ever did was being a cashier.

The next time I visited Todd in prison, I was shocked and worried beyond belief. My loving husband had bruises all over his face. He had a black eye and was walking gingerly.

"What happened to you?"

"I got beat up. They bruised a rib and you can see what they did to my face. I'm hurtin' bad. How did your meeting go?"

"Not good. He doesn't need our money. He laughed at me."

"Fuck, I'm not going to make it another week in this place. It's like I have a target on my back."

I was in tears. I wanted to help him but there was nothing I could do to protect him. Well, nothing I was willing to do anyway. I left the prison in tears. I looked at the phone number in my purse but I couldn't find the courage to contact Big Daddy.

Things changed when I got a phone call from Todd during the week. He sounded horrible and said he got beat up again and the guards blamed him for starting it. He couldn't take being in prison anymore and it had only been just over a month.

When the call ended, I was frantic. I figured Big Daddy was doing this on purpose to pressure me. As much as I hated it, I took the slip of paper out of my purse and stared at it. I tried to send a text message several times but didn't send it. However, I kept thinking about Todd being assaulted and finally hit the send button.

"Hey, this is Carly. Can we meet? I'm ready to talk further."

I didn't get a return text message until the next day that said, "Meet me at the bar tonight. 7 PM. Don't be late."

"I'll be there."

I was a total wreck all day. I knew what Big Daddy wanted. Todd was the only man I had ever been with. I loved him, he was my soulmate. He'd be devastated if he knew what I was going to do. However, I was doing it because I loved him and would do anything to protect him. Anything meant making a deal with one of the biggest gangsters in town. I felt like I was making a deal with the devil.

I decided to dress to impress that night. Big Daddy had to know I was serious. I wore my black leather micro mini-skirt and a light pink cami crop top. I wore my white sheer underwire mesh bra and matching thong along with four-inch black sandals. I took a couple of shots of Tequila to give me the courage to go to my meeting and to calm my nerves.

When I got to Big Daddy's bar, about ten men were hanging around and I drew their immediate attention. They were hooting and hollering, whistling, and making rude comments. They knew I was there to fuck their boss which made it more embarrassing.

There was no way I could be hiding any weapons or wearing a wire but that didn't prevent one of his top Lieutenants from groping my body to make sure. He slowly ran his hands up both of my legs and made sure to rub his fingers across the thin material of my thong in front and fondling my ass in back. He took his time groping my breasts. It was humiliating to be manhandled in front of everyone as they watched and made comments. I was led straight to Big Daddy's office this time where I waited for about twenty minutes for him to arrive.

As soon as he saw me, Big Daddy commented, "Well, well, well, look who's come back and it looks like you're ready to talk business this time."

"I need to make sure my husband is safe while he's away and I need to know what I need to do to make that happen."

"I like a woman who gets right to the point so here's the deal, you're a young pretty blonde girl who can make me a lot of money. You'll be very popular with my friends and business associates. If you take care of me and my friends, I'll take care of you and your husband. It's as simple as that honey."

"Do I get paid to take care of you and your friends?"

"We split the money 50/50 but sometimes I'll ask you to take care of people who are important to me and you keep whatever they tip you."

"How often do I have to 'take care' of people?"

"Not very often but there are times when I need you to be available."

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"You don't have much of a choice now, do you?"

I just looked at him and shook my head. I couldn't believe I was about to make this deal with a known gangster.

"So what's next?" I asked.

"Well, first you have to prove that you're up to this, and uh, I have to sample the product I'll be selling my friends if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what he meant and, to be honest, I was prepared for it and I replied, "Okay."

"Do you want some coke or take a hit from a blunt?"

I shook my head and replied, "I'll take a double shot of Tequila though."

Big Daddy smiled at me and had his bodyguard pour me a double shot which I tossed back and looked at him to signal I was ready.

"You can start by standing up and taking off your top."

I looked over at the bodyguard and Big Daddy said, "Don't worry about him, he's seen plenty of naked women."

I shrugged my shoulders, stood up, and nervously pulled my top over my head. I stood there blushing a little as the two men stared at me, judging my body.

"I like the sheer bra, now take it off."

I took a deep breath, reached behind me, unsnapped my bra, and peeled it away to reveal my naked breasts to the two gangsters.

"Those are some nice titties, Carly. Aren't those fabulous, Randal?"

"Those are beauties, boss."

Big Daddy came out from behind his desk to squeeze and fondle my breasts. He pinched my nipples and said, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, those are nice titties. Now lose the skirt."

I unzipped my black leather skirt and shimmied it over my wide hips and down my legs. I folded it over the chair and stood before them mostly naked. I could feel my face getting flushed.

Big Daddy walked around me eyeing me up, spanked me on the ass, and commented, "That's a nice ass, Carly. Isn't that a nice ass, Randal?"

"That booty is gonna make you a lot of money, boss."

My thong was next to come off and for the first time in my adult life, I was naked in front of a couple of strangers. It was embarrassing but my pussy was getting damp from being on display.

"Clean-shaven, I like that," Big Daddy said.

He began to grope my ass and fondle my tits which made my nipples erect. I felt totally humiliated and vulnerable standing there naked while being felt up by a big Black man in front of another. It didn't get any better when I felt his hand slide between my legs. He rubbed my pussy before inserting his big fat finger into me.

"It seems like Carly is enjoying her job interview, what do you think Randal?"

There was no way I could object when Randal walked over to me, eyeing my naked body, inserted his big finger into me, and said, "You're right, boss. She likes this."

"Yeah man, I think we have a hot new product to offer our friends."

They were talking about me like I was a piece of meat in a butcher shop. It was completely degrading but I found it strangely exciting even if I didn't want to admit it to myself at the time.

Big Daddy then said to me, "You are one fine little piece of ass honey but I need to take you for a test spin if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what he meant, and replied, "What do you want me to do next?"

"Well, you can start by sucking my dick. Now get down on your knees and show me what you can do."

Without saying a word, I obediently got down on my knees in front of my new boss under the watchful eyes of Randal. I was about to suck only the second dick I ever had. I unbuckled Big Daddy's belt and unzipped his pants. When I pulled down his pants and underwear, his big stomach bulged out at me, but my eyes were drawn to a big, half-hard black cock. It was about eight inches long and fat, much larger than Todd's.

"Make sure you lick my balls, honey. I like when my bitches lick my balls."

I prayed to God for forgiveness for what I was about to do as I lifted his dick, leaned forward, and gave Big Daddy's balls a good tonguing. I hoped Todd would never find out what I was doing either. I worked my way up his hardening shaft, licking and stroking it. I was now staring at a big black cock in my face, trying to gather up the courage to continue.

I felt Big Daddy's hand pressing against the back of my head while saying, "Go ahead, sweetie, suck Daddy's dick."

I licked my lips, looked over at Randal who had a big lump in his pants, opened my mouth, and let Big Daddy slide his dick between my lips. His dick was so big that it stretched my mouth but I was able to fit about half of him in my throat.

As my head started to bob, I heard him say, "That's it, baby, suck it real nice like that."

I was swirling my tongue and using my wet soft lips to work on the black dick in my mouth. I could hear Big Daddy moaning so he must have liked the blow job I was giving him. That only encouraged me to continue. Oddly, I felt sexy and desirable being naked on my knees blowing another man while his bodyguard watched. I felt stressed because I wanted to give Big Daddy a good blow job so my husband would be safe behind bars.

When I also began to moan, Randal commented, "Listen to her, boss, she likes sucking dick."

"Do you like sucking my dick, Carly?"

I stopped blowing him long enough to say, "I like sucking your dick, Big Daddy."

"You can call me Daddy now."

"I like sucking your dick, Daddy."

He held my head still and began to face fuck me. He drove his dick so deep into my throat that he made me gag several times but I took it all. I felt so bad and slutty to be sucking his dick but I was also loving it.

Daddy then had me stand up and lay back on his desk and asked, "Do you know what I'm going to do now, Carly?"

"You're going to fuck me, Daddy."

"That's right. I'm going to fill up that little white pussy of yours. After I get done with you, you aren't going to want that little dick white boy anymore."