All Chapters of Voluptuous Fetish: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Not really," she said, leaning her head on the wall. "Some of my co-workers were also killed in a mysterious and complicated way. All call girls know that it's a problem to get involved with men with money. Some have that dumb hope that they will get pregnant and will be able to live happily ever after in a comfortable and warm place. These friends of mine got pregnant, they thought they would live on some fat pension, but they ended up dying. One of them was never found, so there is only my version that she always told me about the rich man she was relating to. He was married, and had no daughters with his wife, it was obvious that he would not want a definitive bond with a whore. She was too naive.”"Or the people around her who were bad enough" I spoke with a movement of my shoulders. "For a long time I judged your profession, you know? I thought it was very easy to lie down and spread your legs, in this kind of sexist thinking that we are all taught to learn. But long before I wa

Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.The feeling of heat immediately arose, from the tips of my toes to my scalp. To the rhythm of the m

" But also with those big tits, who resists? "He made fun of P2 out loud, laughing. "The handsome guy messed me with the whore last night, so I was wondering: Why does he bother to eat a slut, if he's eating first-rate meat with the rich whale? Yeah, I think so. I spent the whole night thinking about the idea and I didn't come to any conclusion. If it were me, if I had that whole plane available, I wouldn't have the dick in my pants anymore. I would put it in it on every visit, especially the intimate ones. But there are people who don't know how to enjoy it, and still keep interrupting other people's fucks. That's what I say, friends, this prison is full of fags and closeted fags. Holy shit. I can't stand so many males around anymore. I would give anything to eat that rich pussy. Who knows someday?”"Calm down," asked Ramirez, desperate. He noticed that the fork broke in my hand. I broke a fucking metal fork thicker than usual. "Pablo, stay calm, don't listen. He's doing it on purpos

For my full alarm, Pablo cried for good. Loud enough for the sound to echo, and I got up, leaning his head against my stomach as I hugged him tightly. He was so cruel. Not only to him, but to his deceased friend himself. Both wanting freedom, both having a whole world ahead of them. Now one of them would remain alone, and the other's family would be devastated by pain. I knew the pain. I was once the child who lost his father, so it hurt deeply in me.That's why I allowed Pablo to use me as an anchor and cry all his sorrow. I allowed her to get carried away by that pain and keep her exposed to the world. Because I understood all that with such notion that I was affected in the same way. I didn't know the man. I didn't even remember your name. But still, I cried for him.I prayed that he would find a good place to live and that his soul would be avenged at the right time. The worst problem with the prison was that no one could tell who had really killed the man. Of course there would b

In the days following Ramirez' death, it was hell to have to sleep alone.I had constant nightmares. I watched his death with total impotence. I cried when I woke up and I cried when I slept. He spent his days with red eyes and his head hurting. In addition to all this, I also started to have increasingly constant crises due to shortness of breath. Everything seemed to be heading for my death, with each passing day, and my body seemed weaker. I was lazing inside that damn place. The coughs reached a point that no one else could ignore.When I wasn't too busy monitoring the coughs, I was thinking about how much I had failed not to be with Ramirez at the time he needed it most. All I could have done, in fact, the least, was not to get involved in trouble with the hottest gang leader in the whole prison. I could have been very quiet, as he asked. Who knows all the time he spent asking me to cool my head, in fact it didn't sound like his killer to think he would be urging me to go after h