Midnight Roster

Perry straightened the collar of his shirt for the third time in the rearview mirror and killed the engine. The parking lot behind Harkness Women's Correctional was empty except for two guard vehicles and a dumpster that smelled like it hadn't been emptied since the Clinton administration. He checked his phone — one text from Violet, sent forty minutes ago: "Loading dock. East side. Knock twice, then once. Don't be late, you tall piece of shit."

He grabbed the champagne bottle by its neck and the cardboard box of dildos he'd picked up from a seedy adult store on Melrose, and walked toward the building like a man who absolutely belonged there. At six foot four, he figured he could pass for a contractor or a delivery guy if anyone stopped him. But nobody stopped him. The loading dock door was propped open with a brick, and Violet's hand appeared from inside, waving him in with impatient fingers.

"You're late," she said, pulling him through the doorway. She was in her guard uniform — the khaki button-down stretched tight across her massive chest, the belt cinched at her waist, her long black hair pulled into a messy bun. She looked him up and down and shook her head. "You wore a button-down to a prison gangbang. You really are the dumbest smart man I know."

"I dressed to impress."

"You dressed to have buttons ripped off. Which, honestly, works for me." She took the champagne from him and cracked it against the loading dock's metal shelving. Foam spilled over her fingers. She took a long pull straight from the bottle and handed it back. "Listen. I rounded up five of the nastiest, horniest, most deprived bitches in this facility. They haven't seen a man in fourteen months to three years depending on who's counting. They're showering right now. I'm going to go get them. You stay here, pop that champagne, and get those toys ready. When I come back with them, it's going to get very, very intense. You sure you want this?"

Perry took a swig from the bottle. His heart was already hammering. "I've wanted this since you first told me about the showers here."

"Good boy." She smirked and turned, her heavy tits shifting under the khaki fabric as she disappeared down the corridor.

Perry set the box of dildos on a metal table and opened it. He'd gone premium — thick silicone cocks in various sizes, a double-ended monster, a curved prostate wand, and a strap-on harness that Violet had specifically requested. He lined them up like surgical instruments, popped the champagne again, and waited.

He didn't wait long.

Violet's voice echoed down the concrete hallway like a drill sergeant who'd been personally offended by the concept of modesty. "You five bitches out of the shower! Bring your fat asses over here and follow me! Move it! Now!"

There was a chorus of complaints, splashing, and the slapping of wet feet on tile. Perry heard Violet continuing her tirade as she herded them like cattle.

"I said out! Get those orange jumpsuits on! I don't have all day, you trashy bitches! Jumpsuits only — leave the underwear in your cells, nobody needs that nonsense tonight! Move, move, move!"

Perry took another drink and felt his cock already pressing against his jeans. He heard footsteps — heavy, shuffling, multiple sets — getting closer.

Violet rounded the corner first, walking backward, pointing back at the five women filing behind her in orange jumpsuits, their hair still wet, their faces a mix of confusion and raw animal hunger as they spotted Perry standing by the loading dock table.

"Bring your trashy asses and your fishy cunts over here, bitches," Violet said, gesturing at Perry like he was a prize on a game show. "You nasty trashy fucking whores haven't taken any cock in forever. Now you cunts get the stud of a lifetime."

The five inmates stopped in a ragged line and stared at Perry. He stared back. His mouth went dry.

Kate was the tallest — six foot even, with long black hair clinging to her shoulders in wet ropes. Her jumpsuit was unzipped halfway, and her huge 38DDD tits were barely contained by the thin orange fabric, the outlines of her thick dark nipples visible through the material. She had a wide, full mouth and dark eyes that were already locked on Perry's crotch.

Louise stood next to her — two hundred and eighty pounds of thick, soft flesh packed into a jumpsuit that was clearly a size too small. Her long brown hair hung in wet tangles. Her thighs were massive, dimpled with cellulite, pressing together as she shifted her weight. Her ass was enormous and hail-damaged with deep dimples and rough patches. She was already breathing hard, her heavy tits — easily 42DD — rising and falling under the jumpsuit.

Camille was nearly as tall as Kate — six foot two — with long black hair and a shelf booty that jutted out behind her like a shelf built for stacking things on. Her 40F cup breasts sat heavy and round, straining the zipper of her jumpsuit to its limit. She had high cheekbones and full lips and she was licking them slowly.

Aggie, also six foot two, was blonde and already grinning. She had 38E cup tits and a big round ass, and she was bouncing slightly on her toes, her thick blonde hair still dripping. Perry could see the raw, feral hunger in her expression — this was a woman who'd been a whore before she got locked up and who needed filthy, nasty talk to get off. He could already see it in her eyes: she was going to be the loudest one.

Finally, Laurie — five foot eight, two hundred and thirty pounds, brown hair, 42DD tits, and a nice hairy fishy muff that Perry could already smell from six feet away because the jumpsuit did nothing to contain the thick, sharp, musky scent radiating from between her thighs. She was the shortest of the group but possibly the most intense — her eyes were half-lidded and her lips were parted and she was already rubbing her thighs together.

Violet crossed her arms under her enormous chest and addressed the group. "He wants to eat all of your hairy stinky cheesy fishy tuna pussies. Eat your shitty saggy asses. Fuck your pussies and asses. Take him by force. Gag him with your brown thongs and matching bras. Peg his hot ass. Call him filthy nasty names, you horny bitches. Gangbang this amazing man."

She paused and looked at Perry. "He'll put your boobies, booties, and pussies in his beautiful mouth and take his fat cock in both your holes. Take his hot loads. Take his dick like the whores you are. Nasty sluts. Filthy piece of shit cunts. White trash horny cunts. Fuck this beautiful man's cock like bitches in heat. Fuck him like the prize he is. Take his massive dick like the trashy horny cunty white trash bitches you are."

She reached under the table and pulled out a large bottle of baby oil, holding it up. "We've got baby oil to rub on you cunts. Spread your legs and booty cheeks and get fucked. Any questions?"

Kate raised her hand lazily. "Can we start now?"

"God, you're impatient." Violet uncapped the baby oil. "Strip. All of you. Now."

The jumpsuits hit the floor in a cascade of orange fabric, and Perry's breath left his body.

Five bodies, all different, all thick and raw and unapologetic. Kate's huge tits hung heavy with big dark areolas, and between her legs was a massive bush of black hair covering a pussy that smelled sharp and fishy and deeply musky. Louise's body was a landscape of soft, pillowy flesh — her thighs were covered in cellulite, her ass was wide and dimpled with rough, damaged skin, and between her legs was a thick brown bush and a hairy asshole that Perry could see clearly when she turned around. Camille's shelf booty was even more impressive bare — it stuck out like a shelf, round and heavy, and her 40F tits swung like pendulums as she moved. Her pussy was covered in a dense patch of black hair, and the smell coming off her was sharp and cheesy. Aggie was already touching herself, her blonde hair wild, her 38E tits jiggling as her fingers worked between her legs where a golden bush of hair framed a wet, fishy slit. Laurie's 42DD tits sat like two heavy melons on her round belly, and her hairy muff was already glistening.

"Oil them up," Violet told Perry, tossing him the bottle.

He caught it and moved to Kate first, pouring a thick stream of baby oil across her massive tits and rubbing it in, feeling the weight of them in his hands, his thumbs grazing her thick nipples. She groaned and grabbed his shirt, ripping it open. Buttons scattered across the concrete floor.

"Damn," he said.

"Shut up and oil me, stud," Kate said, pushing her tits into his hands.

He moved down the line, oiling Louise's enormous thighs and dimpled ass, his fingers sliding between her cheeks and grazing her hairy asshole. She shuddered and let out a low, guttural moan. Camille turned around and bent over, presenting her shelf booty, and Perry oiled both cheeks until they gleamed, then slid his hand between her legs, feeling the thick hair and the wet, fishy heat of her cunt. Aggie grabbed his oiled hand and shoved it between her legs immediately, grinding against his fingers.

"Tell me I'm a nasty whore," she said, her voice already ragged. "Call me a filthy fucking slut. I can't get off without it."

"You're a filthy fucking slut," Perry said, sliding two fingers inside her. "A nasty, cock-hungry whore."

"Oh fuck yes," Aggie hissed, riding his hand.

Laurie stepped forward and unbuttoned his jeans, yanking them down. His cock sprang free — thick, hard, and already leaking — and she wrapped her thick fingers around it and stroked.

"Big fucking dick," she said approvingly. "I'm going to sit on this until I can't walk."

Violet watched from the table, sipping champagne, her free hand already inside her own pants. "Get him, you incarcerated cunts. Show him what tuna pussy licking inmates do with a man."

Kate pushed Perry back onto a metal table and straddled his face, lowering her big hairy pussy onto his mouth. The smell hit him first — sharp, fishy, musky, thick — and then the taste, salty and tangy and cheesy, her thick hair pressing against his lips and chin. He grabbed her big oily ass and pulled her down harder, tonguing deep into her fishy cunt, and she groaned and ground against his face.

Meanwhile, Laurie sucked his cock. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed him, her 42DD tits pressing against his thighs as she took him deep, gagging and slurping. Louise and Camille each took one of his hands and pressed it between their legs, and Perry found himself finger-fucking two hairy, fishy pussies simultaneously while eating a third and getting his dick sucked by a fourth.

Aggie, not content to wait, climbed onto the table behind Kate and spread Perry's legs. She poured baby oil on her hand and pushed two thick fingers into his ass, making him groan into Kate's cunt.

"That's right, you beautiful fuck," Aggie said, working her fingers in and out. "You're our fuck toy tonight. Our nasty, dirty, beautiful fuck toy. You like these tuna pussies on your face? You like being our prison bitch?"

"Fuck yes," he managed, muffled by Kate's hairy muff.

Violet stood up and walked over, pulling up a chair beside the table. She unbuttoned her own khaki shirt, exposing her huge, heavy tits in a green teddy. "Don't stop on my account, you trashy bitches. Keep using him."

Kate came on his face with a shudder, her fishy juices flooding his mouth and chin. She climbed off, and Camille immediately took her place, turning around so her shelf booty was in his face. She spread her cheeks, exposing her hairy asshole, and lowered it onto his mouth.

"Eat my ass, stud," she commanded. "Tongue that hairy shitter."

Perry obliged, his tongue circling and pushing into her hairy, musky asshole while she reached down and fingered her own cheesy, fishy pussy. Louise took over sucking his cock, her thick lips wrapped around him, her big oily tits sliding up and down his shaft as she worked him with her mouth. Aggie grabbed the strap-on harness, strapped it on, and pushed Laurie onto her hands and knees on the floor, driving the thick silicone cock into Laurie's hairy cunt from behind.

"Take that dick, you fat-titted whore," Aggie said, slamming into her. "You like getting fucked like a bitch?"

"Yes, fuck me, fuck my nasty pussy," Laurie moaned, her 42DD tits swinging as Aggie pounded her.

Perry felt the orgasm building from Laurie's blowjob earlier and groaned into Camille's ass. He tapped Louise's shoulder. "I'm close."

Louise pulled off and stroked him. "Give me that load. Come on my big titties, stud. Paint these fat titties."

He erupted, thick ropes of cum splashing across Louise's massive oily tits, running down between them, dripping onto the concrete. She moaned and rubbed his cum into her skin, licking what reached her lips.

"Don't waste any," Violet called from her chair. "That's premium cum, you incarcerated cunts."

Kate, recovered and hungry again, pulled Perry off the table and pushed him onto a mattress that had appeared from somewhere — Violet had clearly prepared this space. Kate lay back and spread her legs wide, her big hairy pussy glistening with oil and her own juices. "Fuck me," she said simply. "Fuck my fishy cunt with that big dick."

Perry positioned himself between her thick thighs and pushed inside her. She was tight despite her size, her hairy cunt gripping his shaft as he sank deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in harder.

"Deeper, you beautiful fuck," she said. "Bottom out in me."

He did, and she screamed. Louise sat on Kate's face, her big hairy ass and pussy pressing down, and Kate ate Louise's tuna cunt while Perry fucked her. Camille and Laurie knelt beside them, sucking each other's tits, their oily bodies pressed together. Aggie was still pounding Laurie with the strap-on, talking filth the entire time.

"Look at you, you gorgeous man," Aggie called out. "Fucking that hairy pussy. You love these fishy cunts, don't you? You love being our prison whore. Our big-dicked fuck toy. Tell me you love it."

"I fucking love it," Perry growled, slamming into Kate. "I love your nasty fishy pussies. I love being used by you filthy whores."

"That's right," Aggie said. "You're our whore tonight. Our beautiful, big-dicked whore."

Perry pulled out of Kate and flipped her over, driving into her from behind, watching her huge tits swing. He reached around and grabbed them, thumbing her thick nipples. Louise was still on her face, grinding her hairy asshole and cunt against Kate's tongue, moaning.

"I'm coming," Kate gasped into Louise's ass. "Oh fuck, I'm coming."

Her cunt clamped down on Perry's cock and he felt her shuddering, her thick body convulsing with pleasure. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and turned to Camille, who was already bent over, her shelf booty oiled and gleaming, her hairy asshole and pussy exposed and waiting.

"Both holes," she said over her shoulder. "Start with my pussy, then my ass."

He pushed into her fishy, hairy cunt first — she was soaking wet and tight, her thick walls gripping him. He fucked her hard, her shelf booty rippling with each thrust, her 40F tits swinging beneath her. Then he pulled out, pressed his cock against her hairy asshole, and pushed in slowly. She groaned and pushed back against him.

"Fuck my ass," she said. "Fuck my shitty hairy ass, you beautiful man."

He did, slowly at first, then harder, gripping her oily cheeks. Aggie appeared beside him, still wearing the strap-on, and kissed his neck. "Peg him," Violet called from her chair. "Aggie, peg his ass while he fucks Camille."

Aggie moved behind Perry, oiled her fingers, and worked three into his ass, then replaced them with the strap-on. Perry groaned as the thick silicone filled him, and Aggie matched her thrusts to his, driving him deeper into Camille's ass with each stroke.

"You're getting fucked while you fuck," Aggie whispered in his ear. "You're our prison bitch, you gorgeous piece of meat. Our cum-hungry whore. Tell me you love it."

"I love it," he panted. "I love being your whore. Fuck my ass while I fuck hers. I'm your filthy whore."

He came inside Camille's ass with a roar, filling her, his cum dripping out around his shaft as Aggie continued to peg him through his orgasm. When he finally pulled out, he collapsed onto the mattress, breathing hard, covered in oil, sweat, and cum.

Violet stood up from her chair, fully naked now except for her pink thong, her huge heavy tits hanging free, her black hair loose around her shoulders. She walked to a supply shelf and returned with an enema kit and a bucket.

"Aggie," she said. "Come here, you nasty whore."

Aggie, sweating and still horny, crawled over. Violet filled the enema bag with warm soapy water and had Aggie get on all fours. She inserted the nozzle and released the flow.

"Hold it," Violet commanded. "Hold it like a good incarcerated cunt. Don't let a drop out until I say."

Aggie's face twisted with the effort. Sweat poured down her forehead. Her big 38E tits hung and swayed as she cramped. "Oh god, I have to go. Please. Please let me go."

"Hold it," Violet repeated. "You trashy bitch. Hold it."

Aggie trembled, her face red, sweat dripping from her chin, her stomach cramping visibly. "Please, please, please —"

"Louise, get over here," Violet said. "Lie down."

Louise lay on her back on the concrete, her massive body spreading out, her big hairy pussy and dimpled ass exposed. Violet positioned Aggie over Louise's body.

"Now let it go, you nasty whore."

Aggie released. The warm, soapy water exploded from her ass, spraying across Louise's enormous tits, running down her belly, pooling in the hollows of her cellulite-dimpled thighs. Louise gasped and then laughed, rubbing the mess across her chest, her big nipples hardening under the warm flow.

"Oh you fucking nasty bitches," Louise moaned, grinding her hips. "You dirty whores."

Perry, still lying on the mattress, watched the scene with wide eyes and a slowly recovering cock. Violet walked over to him, turned around, and peeled off her pink thong, revealing her own thick, dark bush. She bent over in front of his face, spreading her cheeks.

"Eat my hairy ass," she said. "You've earned it, sugar bear."

Perry grabbed her hips and buried his face between her cheeks, tonguing her hairy, musky asshole while she reached back and held his head in place. He ate her ass deeply, passionately, his tongue circling and probing, and Violet moaned and ground against his face.

Camille, meanwhile, had been watching the enema scene with growing excitement. She walked over to Perry, standing above him while he ate Violet's ass, and squatted down. A hot stream of piss hit his chest, then his stomach, then his cock. He groaned into Violet's ass as Camille pissed on him, the warm golden liquid running down his body and pooling beneath him.

"Mark that beautiful man," Aggie called out, still dripping. "Mark him like the whore he is."

Camille finished and knelt beside Perry, kissing his piss-covered chest. "You're ours now," she said. "Our prison stud. Our beautiful, filthy, nasty whore."

Violet straightened up, her ass wet from Perry's tongue, and looked down at him — naked, oiled, cum-covered, piss-soaked, surrounded by five exhausted inmates. She picked up the champagne bottle, took a final swig, and poured the last of it over Perry's chest.

"Happy birthday, you disgusting pervert," she said.

"It's not my birthday," Perry said.

"I know. But that's the only card they had at the store." She tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin and started buttoning her shirt. "Now someone get these incarcerated cunts back to their cells before shift change. And somebody hose him down."

Kate, already pulling on her orange jumpsuit, looked at Perry lying on the mattress and grinned. "Same time next month?"

Violet looked at Perry. Perry looked at Violet.

"Book it," they said in unison.