Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison") - Sex Stories

Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison")

... which happened to be just two counties away. I got myself ready to get up inside him once again… Which brings us back to now. Mike and I sat across the street from Sam’s house, looking innocent for about half an hour. Then when saw a car pull up in the driveway, and out got Sam, along with two other people. One was a dude who had to be his brother, and the other was a REALLY hot black-haired girl of 20-something. I found out from Mike that this was Sam’s girlfriend, Danielle. This was perfect; I was going to reclaim my bitch right in front of his girl. Mike was going to take pictures and videos. After they went into the house, we waited for about fifteen minutes (I wanted to give him the element of surprise). “You ready to do this, my nigga?” Mike asked me. “Let’s fuckin’ go!” I replied. I grabbed my bag, and we got out of the car and walked right up to Sam’s door. I rang the doorbell a few times. Ten seconds later, Sam’s brother opened the door. He gasped when he looked at me. The sight of a strange, scowling, tatted-up, muscular white thug dude with a brutal scar on his face struck fear into him as always, and my almost identical brother struck just as much. “Where’s Sam?” I demanded. “Um, he’s upstairs with his girlfriend,” he said nervously. “Who are you? What do you want?” “Don’t ask no questions,” said Mike calmly. “I’m just an old friend of his, and we got some business to talk about,” I added. “I d-don’t know if—” the guy began, but I shut him up quick; I reached ...

... into my pocket and pulled out a fresh $100 bill and put it in his hand. He stared at me with a half-fearful, half-grateful expression. “Um, thanks,” he said timidly. “You can thank us by getting’ outta here, kid,” I snapped. “And ya might not wanna come back for a few hours,” Mike said. He said no words, but scampered to the car and drove off quickly. “Let’s go,” I said. We walked into the house and found the stairs. Quietly we snuck upstairs and could hear sounds from only one room, the room that was slightly cracked open. We could hear the girl’s laughter and Sam kissing her. With no hint of warning, I flung open the door. Sam and Danielle looked over at us. Danielle gave a slight scream, but Sam gaped at me in horror. “Franco!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here? When did you get out?” “Don’t matter, bitch,” I said in the low, dangerous voice I liked to use when I was getting ready to fuck him. “You know what time it is.” “Who is this, babe?” Danielle asked Sam. “Oh, you must not know,” I told her. “This little boyfriend of yours is actually my prison bitch. Don’t worry, I ain’t got nothin’. He ain’t given you no diseases or nothin’. But it’s time for me to take what’s mine.” I started moving toward Sam, an evil grin on my face. “Dude, I don’t have time for this right now!” Sam exclaimed. He backed up to the bed and tripped. Now he was lying on the bed, and I bent down over him, my hands on the bed. I had long gotten past the point where I had to hit him to get my point ...