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Saturday, 26 October 2019:
Staring into the bathroom mirror, the tiny apartment’s lessee remarked aloud. “My life certainly has changed. You’re a long way from Iowa.” A light laugh followed.
The statement was a matter of fact. There had been several prominent milestones. A few of them came to mind…
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Thursday, 2 April 1982:
“Waaaaaaahhhhhh,” crowed the new set of lungs.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy,” the doctor yelled.
A drenched, tired, but overjoyed new mother managed a smile. “Can I see him?”
The physician handed the infant to a nurse who cleaned up the little fellow. She measured him. 20-inches long. 7-pounds, 15-ounces. She handed the baby to his mom.
In the lobby, the man in scrubs said, “Congratulations, Mr. Wolf! You have a healthy son!”
“Can I see her,” the first time father asked.
“Absolutely!”
The dad rushed into the room.
His wife turned her head towards him. “Jim, look! He’s beautiful!”
“Yes he is, Connie,” the proud papa stroked her hair then let his progeny grab his forefinger.
“Joel Edmund, right?”
“Yes ma’am! Joel Edmund Wolf.”
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Tuesday, 29 February 2000:
“Well, Joel,” the football coach cleared his throat. “You’re a heck of a running back! We certainly want you to become a Kingsman!”
“That’s great,” beamed Connie.
“What about financial aid,” inquired Jim.
“We have a few options based on Joel’s academic performance and community leadership background,” interjected a woman from admissions. “We’ll also assess needs-based aid.”
Joel nodded. “I like it here! I think I want to go to Cal Lutheran.”
“We’ll be in touch,” the father remarked standing.
On the nonstop flight back from LAX to Omaha, the family discussed the possibility of him matriculating at the school in Thousand Oaks, CA.
Jim offered, “I’ll agree to it if they get our out-of-pocket under $2,000.”
“Yes,” Joel pumped his fist.
“I’m so proud of you, dear,” his mom rubbed his arm.
They landed and drove a short distance across the border into Iowa where they lived.
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Thursday, 25 May 2000:
The five-foot-eleven, 198-pound senior walked across the stage and accepted his high school diploma.
That night, he attended a party with friends. His girlfriend, Lindsey, pulled him aside.
“I wanna be with you, Joel,” she patted his chest.
“Me too,” he looked into her large medium-brown eyes.
“I’m serious. I’m gonna apply to Cal Lutheran and come there when I graduate next year.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to be with you. More than anything,” the light golden brown haired girl emphasized.
He hugged her tightly. “I wanna be with you too, beautiful.”
“I really want to,” she batted her eyelashes.
“Want to what?”
“You know…”
“Oh! For real?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The corn-fed blond led the way to his 1988 Dodge Dakota. Joel shifted the pickup truck into gear and took off. He snuckLindsey into his room
Not for the first time, she sucked his 7-inch prick.
Joel ate her out. Then, he got on top and took his time deflowering her. She felt warm and snug on his cock.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he stared into her soul.
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Friday, 14 May 2004:
Joel graduated with a degree in biology, cum laude. At the celebration dinner, he proposed to Lindsey.
She screamed wildly and accepted.
She would finish out at Cal Lutheran and then move to Omaha where Joel was set to attend dental school.
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Friday, 16 May 2008:
The Creighton University School of Dentistry held it’s hooding ceremony at 5:00 p.m. The whole family was in attendance and brimming with joy.
The program noted that Joel would be entering a 12-month Advanced Education in General Dentistry course before entering private practice.
He was now Joel Wolf, D.D.S. He’d passed his national exams and qualified to work as a dentist at present. He thought it would be best to get a year of post-grad work in to hone his skills - his mentors had seriously advised. So, he listened. He would be moving on to the University of Nebraska in Lincoln.
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Saturday, 7 June 2008:
Joel stood at the front of the church. His tuxedo was navy with a canary yellow vest. He watched with joy as Lindsey’s dad walked her down the aisle.
She looked amazing in the A-line gown with lace & beaded accents. She wore a tiny tiara with a short veil covering her pulled back tresses.
The minister eventually said, “I give you Dr. and Mrs. Joel Wolf.”
Lindsey’s mom had insisted the officiant say it just like that. She surveyed the room with the pride of a successful coup’s dictator in a banana republic.
Joel and Lindsey partied with their guests.
That night, they had wild sex. Joel liked it all the time.
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Sunday, 14 March 2010:
Joel rushed Lindsey to the hospital. “Breathe, babe!”
“I am,” she huffed.
“Almost there, love,” the blue-gray eyed dentist reassured her.
They were taken right into labor & delivery.
Joel stood at his wife’s side as she pushed like a trooper.
They’d chosen not to find out the sex of the c***d.
It was a bouncy baby girl. 7-pounds, 2-ounces. 18½-inches long.
“She’s perfect, babe,” the doting dad remarked. “Welcome to the world, angel!”
“Oh my god, Joel! Can you believe it?”
“Yes! Life is good!”
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Wednesday, 9 April 2014:
Joel turned his 2014 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor into the parking lot of the office where he practiced along with two other dentists. The premium-level truck had white exterior with black accents on the hood & tail-end of the bed and black leather interior. It was a big, fancy ride for a big, fancy dentist. He got out and started towards the back entrance.
A man and a woman, both dressed in dark suits, emerged from a silver sedan.
The lady said, “Dr. Joel Wolf. We’re with the D.E.A.” She flashed a badge. “Can we chat?”
“Yeah,” Joel grunted stopping in his tracks. His face went flush. The beefy, thick-set man felt his hands go clammy. His face and neck turned red. His chest tightened and was on fire. “I’m Dr. Wolf,” he replied with a high-pitched stutter.
“Do you mind if we talk,” the man asked.
“In private,” Joel offered.
“Sure,” the female agent took pity. “We can get in our car.”
“Okay!”
Joel hopped into the backseat of the Crown Vic. The special agents twisted their bodies to look at him. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I know why you’re here,” he started.
“Why is that,” she inquired.
Nervous as hell, Joel made a decision to beg for mercy.
“d**gs,” the dentist sighed. “I’ve been prescribing hydrocodone, oxycodone, and codeine pills in excess of what’s necessary. Some of the time, I had patents split the prescriptions with me and I sold the rest to a d**g dealer. I kept some for myself too. Nobody else in the practice was involved.”
The federal law enforcement officers glanced at one another. “Dr. Wolf, you’re under arrest,” the man said before reading him his rights.
“Yes, I want a lawyer.”
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Thursday, 10 April 2014:
The criminal defense attorney came to the facility where he was being held.
“I’m guilty,” Joel distressed.
“You’ve committed a crime,” the lady from Des Moines said flatly. “That’s already established. What we need to focus on is the story. Why you did it. How bad you feel that you did. Fear of reprisal. We can spin this and get a decent plea deal. There will be time in prison, but we’re going to see if we can’t get this done at federal prison camp. Minimal security. Tell me what happened.”
Joel took a deep breath. “I got caught up in life and possessions, you know what I mean?”
The well-dressed, brown-skinned lawyer nodded as she took notes. Her name was Odette Jackson.
“In my head I wanted people to know I’d made it. I didn’t grow up in poverty, but I sure didn’t grow up rich either. I also competed with others in my mind. I needed a bigger house, nicer cars, better vacations. That stuff adds up. And pile that on top of my student loans from dental school. I was going broke. I started doing it for the extra cash and then before I knew it, I was in too deep.”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
“Those thugs in that motorcycle gang weren’t going to let me quit. I’d asked about it before. They threatened my daughter. I couldn’t let anything happen to Ella.”
“So you were a father in fear. We can work this,” Odette explained. “Were you using any d**gs i*****lly?”
“I was. I started taking pills after I learned that I was stuck.”
“Alright, Dr. Wolf. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Any chance someone can bail you out?”
“I doubt my wife has any desire to do so.”
“Is there someone else I can call. Parents? A sibling? Friend?”
“Try my brother.”
She took the number and promised to work on getting him out of there.
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Monday, 20 Oct 2014:
“The defendant is hereby sentenced to serve 36 months in a facility to be determined by the United States Bureau of Prisons. This is to be followed by a monitoring period of 36 months post-release.” the U.S. District Court judge said. Then, she tapped her gavel.
Dr. Wolf lowered his head. His lawyer placed her hand on his shoulder blade, “It’s going to be alright.”
The woman continued, “Stay in touch, Joel! We fly down on in two weeks. Use this time to connect with your loved ones.”
Joel’s license had been suspended and he had to agree to not work in any dentistry related occupation for the next seven years. Assets gained through the criminal activity were seized.
He was aware that an embarrassed and infuriated Lindsey intended to file for divorce.
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Sunday, 2 November 2014:
Joel met Odette and a large Black man he’d never seen before at the Des Moines airport.
“This is Buck. Buck, Joel,” she introduced them with little enthusiasm.
The dentist figured Buck was the muscle to ensure he didn’t disappear. He also acknowledged the fact that Odette was doing this to justify her fees.
“We’ll get into Beaumont around 4:00. From there, we’ll check into the hotel. Then we’ll get some dinner. As a matter of principle, you’ll be sharing a double room with Buck,” she explained.
That evening, Joel lay in bed going over how all this had come about. He lamented his choices.
“You alright,” Buck asked.
“I guess.”
“Federal prison camps are cool, man. Don’t worry. There’s no gang v******e. You most likely won’t have to be anyone’s bitch.”
“Most likely?”
“Yeah. Lots of people like you got short sentences. They just wanna go home. But a few had longer sentences and have been moved down. They may be used to having a prison wife and still want one.”
“I’m hardly the type guys would go for,” Joel laughed it off nervously.
“You’d be surprised,” the brownish-yellow guy retorted. “I see you got a thick ass.”
“What,” Joel acted incredulous.
“I’m just sayin’ don’t be surprised if you get a few inmates trying to get in them cheeks.”
“Are you for real?”
“Serious as a heart attack. And, it’s better if you just go with it.”
The six-foot-four nearly 300-pound man stood slowly.
Joel’s brain saw things unfold in slow motion.
Buck pulled out his cock. He stroked it and walked towards Joel’s bed. “They’ll want you to suck it. Try it out. Good to have a li’l practice beforehand.”
The stench was musty like used gym socks. Heat emanated from the giant’s groin. Joel reluctantly opened his mouth.
Buck shoved his dick inside. “Get it all the way hard, bitch!” It grew into a throbbing wrist-thick, 6-½ -inch tool. He smacked Joel’s beefy ass cheeks. “I’m gonna break you in!” He climbed on top of the convicted felon’s back. He stuck a wet finger into the pink hole to loosen it up.
Joel writhed. “Oh my god!”
“You like that?”
“Feels weird.”
“Just relax.”
Buck positioned himself on top. He worked his dick into the anus.
Joel whined.
“Shhhhhh! Relax, faggit!” Buck humped gingerly at first until he felt the hole give way. “Awww yeah! Open that pussy for Daddy!” Buck pumped harder and faster.
“Owwwwww,” wailed Joel. “Oh god! It hurst!”
“Relax!”
“Oh my god! It’s too big.”
“Shut the fuck up, pussyboy! Take this Black dick in that white faggot pussy hole!”
“Oh shit,” cried Joel. “Oh my god!”
Buck thrust until his shaft was ready to explode. He pulled out and made the bitch swallow his nut.
Joel wept silently in his bed through the night. What had he gotten into?
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Monday, 3 November 2014:
Buck drove the rental car with Odette in the front passenger seat and Joel in the back. They arrived at the satellite prison camp attached to the Beaumont, Texas federal corrections complex (separate low, medium, and high security prisons).
Odette and Buck wished him luck after the initial paperwork was completed and they guards call him back.
Processing in went smoothly. For lunch he had ground beef tacos, corn, & black beans. There was some shredded cheese & lettuce plus salsa. ‘No sour cream,’ he thought. They also served a fresh orange and juice.
The dorm where he slept contained four cubicles that housed four inmates each. The cubicle had two bunk beds and four of everything else - mirrors, desks, chairs, & drawer chests.
The others were white like him. They introduced themselves and seemed relatively friendly.
The bunk above him belonged to Gary Lippmann, a fifty-something New York stock broker in for mail fraud.
The other set of bunk beds were inhabited by Tripp McAlister and Reed Dunaway.
Tripp was really John Walter McAlister, III - a colorful West Texas lawyer serving time for tax fraud. He was 48 years old, married, and due to be released within the month.
Dr. Dunaway was in a similar situation to Joel. i*****l d**g distribution. H had gone to the University of Arkansas for undergrad and Kansas State for vet school. Apparently, Reed had been prescribing buprenorphine to dog and cat owners which they would themselves take with his knowledge. A Little Rock socialite overdosed and died as a result. Her family was well-connected and the U.S. Attorney had alerted the D.E.A. He got 24 months plus they sued him in civil court too.
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Wednesday, 10 December 2014:
Things had been progressing well. Joel was making it nicely. No one had tried to make him their bitch. He just didn’t see that happening. Tripp had gone home the week before so the cubicle only had three inhabitants for the moment. Joel worked on landscaping detail during the mornings. In the afternoons, he had time to read, paint, or play table games.
“Wolf,” a guard said. “You have mail.”
Joel went to the counter to collect the package. It was a large envelope. He opened it to find a stack of papers - a Petition for the Dissolution of Marriage with c***dren. What a Christmas present. He decided to call his lawyer later the next day to discuss. He stuffed the document into a drawer without reading it.
After lunch, a new inmate was assigned to the cubicle: Cleavon Toles. He was a towering, lean man with skin that was rich, deep-brown atop a cool blue-red undertone.
Ever the diplomat, the New Yorker spoke first. “Welcome, man! What’d they get you for?”
“Ah hell! A lotta shit,” he replied in gravelly voice.
“Really,” quizzed Joel.
“Yep. I been in for almost 20 years. I got downgraded cause I’m getting out in a couple years.”
“Good deal,” Reed added.
“Where’d you come from,” checked Lippmann.
“Medium security right here in Beaumont,” Cleavon shared. “Originally, I was in for d**g trafficking and tax fraud.”
“Oh, damn,” the financier said. “You were a gangsta.”
“No! I wasn’t,” Cleavon glared at him. “I had some clients that were though.”
“Oh,” Reed asked.
“Yeah! I was a C.P.A.”
“They’re always fucking us up,” Joel interjected.
“I doubt they got you like they got me,” the Black man shot back. “The white boys got d**g charges dropped and only charged with contract crimes. They came straight to Club Fed. I got the full book thrown at me. I got put in prison for real. I’m not bitter. I’m just keeping my head down till I get out.”
Joel and the other white men looked at him blankly.
“Where’s the library,” the former accountant asked.
“I’ll show you,” Joel volunteered.
Cleavon walked behind them. They discussed college football and basketball. Cleavon was originally from Kentucky and that’s where his loyalties lay.
They chatted about many topics.
Cleavon sat next to Joel in the chow hall that evening. They had baked ziti, spinach, & a side garden salad with Italian dressing.
The 59 year-old stayed close to Joel.
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Saturday, 13 December 2014:
Cleavon and Joel were playing gin.
Cleavon said, “You got some pretty eyes.”
“What,” Joel choked.
“I always liked light eyes. My ex-wife had hazel eyes.”
“Oh cool.”
“My last bitch had light-brown eyes,” he shared.
“You really are into eyes I see,” joked the white man.
“Yeah! And asses too. My last bitch had a nice big, soft ass!”
“Oh okay.” Joel laid down the two; three; & four of spades then discarded.
Cleavon continued, “Yep. He was a short li’l thing,”
Joel’s eyes widened.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Uhhhh. No.”
“Good. Cause I’m horny in here. You look like you’ll be a good bitch.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. You got a big, beefy butt. I can soften you up some.”
“But I…”
“Don’t matter. From now on, you gon’ answer to Jenny.”
“Excuse me,” Joe coughed.
“I know I’m not stuttering. I’m what y’all white folks call ‘well-spoken’.”
“But I’m not gay.”
“This is prison. No one is. But we all got needs. You’re my bitch. Don’t make me whoop your ass.”
“But I…”
WHAP.
Joel was stunned. Cleavon had just pimp slapped him.
“Now, tell Daddy you’re sorry!”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Joel whimpered.
“Come with me!”
Cleavon led the way to a dorm. It was pretty empty. Their cubicle was at the far end of pod. Cleavon extracted his 10-inch dick.
Jenny fell to his knees and sucked it.
“No teeth,” Cleavon demanded.
Soon, Jenny was ass up on the bunk. Cleavon smacked the ample derriere. He pushed inside the pink boipussy hole.
“Oh fuck,” whined Jenny.
“Not so loud, gurl!”
“Sorry, Daddy!”
“Good gurl! Take this big Black cock, bitch!”
Cleavon fucked Jenny’s ass until he nutted.
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Thursday, 9 February 2017
Joel Wolf was released after spending the last nine months in an intensive residential d**g addiction program at the camp. Odette had worked diligently to get him assigned there and it shaved six months off his sentence.
Joel was definitely known as Jenny now. He’d been Cleavon’s wife the whole time until Cleavon’s release. After that he booed up with another Black man that had been stepped down from a higher security facility.
Jenny grew to love her status as an Amazonian beauty at the prison camp. She’d even messed around with a couple of the COs.
Jenny’s hair was shoulder-length. He breasts were budding and skin softening from the testosterone blockers and estrogen she was taking.
Jenny was set to move into a half-way house for six months. She would start looking for a job.
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Wednesday, 13 September 2017:
Joel found work as an oil change tech at one of those express service franchises. Today, she got a ride to the courthouse and filed the paperwork for a legal name change. She’d chosen to be Jayla Elaine Wolf. She paid the fee and the order was signed a few days later.
She’d cobbled together the money to get a new license issued in her legal name and purchase a cash car. It was a 2001 Subaru Outback Wagon for which she paid almost a grand.
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Saturday, 26 October 2019:
Present day.
Jayla stuffed her 44B tits into a lace bra and slid into a form fitting short black dress. She finished applying her make-up. She stepped into a pair of three-inch red heels and tossed her strawberry-blonde dyed hair.
She waited in her small apartment for the man who had finally asked her out.
His name was Buzz Rambo. What a name, right??? Jayla had only known the former customer as Buzz, but one day she had to swipe his card and saw his first name was Francis.
Jayla had eventually become suspicious when it seemed Buzz found a reason to visit almost every week. Not only did he bring in his 2010 Ford Expedition and his 2015 Ford Fusion. He also brought his mom’s car, his daughter’s SUV, and another friend’s truck.
Finally, the redwood tree of a man with brown eyes and white spiked hair asked her out.
Jayla said yes without hesitation.
Over the past few days they’d been talking. The community college chemistry instructor joked that he was robbing the cradle since he was a full 20 years her senior.
The 37 year-old didn’t mind at all. He was still a relatively nice looking man.
Buzz arrived with a bouquet of flowers. He opened all the doors for her and took her to a Japanese place where they sat around the hibachi grill.
After a lovely meal, they retired back to her place.
Jayla poured them each a glass of red wine.
“I’ve really enjoyed this evening, Jayla,” Buzz admitted.
“Me too,” she giggled.
“I hope we can do it again.”
“We can!”
“You turn me on so much!”
“The feeling is mutual?”
“Seriously,” the divorced father of one inquired.
“Absolutely. I’m a modern woman. I want you to take me.”
“Really,” Buzz perked up.
“Yes, really! It’s been ages since I was dicked down,” she chuckled.
“Good! I took a Viagra earlier.”
“Ooh la la,” she cooed.
They went into the bedroom.
Jayla unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. She took his flaccid pale prick into her manicured hands. She wrapped her lips around it. As she sucked, it filled with blood and grew to 7-¼-inches.
“You have a nice big dick,” Jayla remarked.
“You think,” he blushed.
“I know so!”
She sucked some more. Buzz spent some time eating out her tranny pussy before mounting her and sliding inside.
“Ooh, baby,” she purred.
“It’s tight, girl!”
“Open it up! Stretch it, Buzz,” she begged.
“Yes ma’am!”
Buzz slammed in and out of her with quick repetition.
“I’m not going anywhere, handsome! You don’t have to rush!”
Buzz reduced his tempo, but not the depths of his strokes. He continued plowing balls deep into her booty. They stared into each other’s eyes and kissed passionately on the lips, neck, and ears.
“Make love to me, Daddy,” cried Jayla.
After a big hard nut, Buzz was winded. Jayla fixed him a scotch and they chilled.
Buzz did something he hadn’t done in years. He fucked a bitch twice in one night.
After round two, Jayla lay there. She wondered, ‘Is Buzz the one?'
Staring into the bathroom mirror, the tiny apartment’s lessee remarked aloud. “My life certainly has changed. You’re a long way from Iowa.” A light laugh followed.
The statement was a matter of fact. There had been several prominent milestones. A few of them came to mind…
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Thursday, 2 April 1982:
“Waaaaaaahhhhhh,” crowed the new set of lungs.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy,” the doctor yelled.
A drenched, tired, but overjoyed new mother managed a smile. “Can I see him?”
The physician handed the infant to a nurse who cleaned up the little fellow. She measured him. 20-inches long. 7-pounds, 15-ounces. She handed the baby to his mom.
In the lobby, the man in scrubs said, “Congratulations, Mr. Wolf! You have a healthy son!”
“Can I see her,” the first time father asked.
“Absolutely!”
The dad rushed into the room.
His wife turned her head towards him. “Jim, look! He’s beautiful!”
“Yes he is, Connie,” the proud papa stroked her hair then let his progeny grab his forefinger.
“Joel Edmund, right?”
“Yes ma’am! Joel Edmund Wolf.”
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Tuesday, 29 February 2000:
“Well, Joel,” the football coach cleared his throat. “You’re a heck of a running back! We certainly want you to become a Kingsman!”
“That’s great,” beamed Connie.
“What about financial aid,” inquired Jim.
“We have a few options based on Joel’s academic performance and community leadership background,” interjected a woman from admissions. “We’ll also assess needs-based aid.”
Joel nodded. “I like it here! I think I want to go to Cal Lutheran.”
“We’ll be in touch,” the father remarked standing.
On the nonstop flight back from LAX to Omaha, the family discussed the possibility of him matriculating at the school in Thousand Oaks, CA.
Jim offered, “I’ll agree to it if they get our out-of-pocket under $2,000.”
“Yes,” Joel pumped his fist.
“I’m so proud of you, dear,” his mom rubbed his arm.
They landed and drove a short distance across the border into Iowa where they lived.
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Thursday, 25 May 2000:
The five-foot-eleven, 198-pound senior walked across the stage and accepted his high school diploma.
That night, he attended a party with friends. His girlfriend, Lindsey, pulled him aside.
“I wanna be with you, Joel,” she patted his chest.
“Me too,” he looked into her large medium-brown eyes.
“I’m serious. I’m gonna apply to Cal Lutheran and come there when I graduate next year.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to be with you. More than anything,” the light golden brown haired girl emphasized.
He hugged her tightly. “I wanna be with you too, beautiful.”
“I really want to,” she batted her eyelashes.
“Want to what?”
“You know…”
“Oh! For real?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The corn-fed blond led the way to his 1988 Dodge Dakota. Joel shifted the pickup truck into gear and took off. He snuckLindsey into his room
Not for the first time, she sucked his 7-inch prick.
Joel ate her out. Then, he got on top and took his time deflowering her. She felt warm and snug on his cock.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he stared into her soul.
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Friday, 14 May 2004:
Joel graduated with a degree in biology, cum laude. At the celebration dinner, he proposed to Lindsey.
She screamed wildly and accepted.
She would finish out at Cal Lutheran and then move to Omaha where Joel was set to attend dental school.
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Friday, 16 May 2008:
The Creighton University School of Dentistry held it’s hooding ceremony at 5:00 p.m. The whole family was in attendance and brimming with joy.
The program noted that Joel would be entering a 12-month Advanced Education in General Dentistry course before entering private practice.
He was now Joel Wolf, D.D.S. He’d passed his national exams and qualified to work as a dentist at present. He thought it would be best to get a year of post-grad work in to hone his skills - his mentors had seriously advised. So, he listened. He would be moving on to the University of Nebraska in Lincoln.
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Saturday, 7 June 2008:
Joel stood at the front of the church. His tuxedo was navy with a canary yellow vest. He watched with joy as Lindsey’s dad walked her down the aisle.
She looked amazing in the A-line gown with lace & beaded accents. She wore a tiny tiara with a short veil covering her pulled back tresses.
The minister eventually said, “I give you Dr. and Mrs. Joel Wolf.”
Lindsey’s mom had insisted the officiant say it just like that. She surveyed the room with the pride of a successful coup’s dictator in a banana republic.
Joel and Lindsey partied with their guests.
That night, they had wild sex. Joel liked it all the time.
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Sunday, 14 March 2010:
Joel rushed Lindsey to the hospital. “Breathe, babe!”
“I am,” she huffed.
“Almost there, love,” the blue-gray eyed dentist reassured her.
They were taken right into labor & delivery.
Joel stood at his wife’s side as she pushed like a trooper.
They’d chosen not to find out the sex of the c***d.
It was a bouncy baby girl. 7-pounds, 2-ounces. 18½-inches long.
“She’s perfect, babe,” the doting dad remarked. “Welcome to the world, angel!”
“Oh my god, Joel! Can you believe it?”
“Yes! Life is good!”
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Wednesday, 9 April 2014:
Joel turned his 2014 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor into the parking lot of the office where he practiced along with two other dentists. The premium-level truck had white exterior with black accents on the hood & tail-end of the bed and black leather interior. It was a big, fancy ride for a big, fancy dentist. He got out and started towards the back entrance.
A man and a woman, both dressed in dark suits, emerged from a silver sedan.
The lady said, “Dr. Joel Wolf. We’re with the D.E.A.” She flashed a badge. “Can we chat?”
“Yeah,” Joel grunted stopping in his tracks. His face went flush. The beefy, thick-set man felt his hands go clammy. His face and neck turned red. His chest tightened and was on fire. “I’m Dr. Wolf,” he replied with a high-pitched stutter.
“Do you mind if we talk,” the man asked.
“In private,” Joel offered.
“Sure,” the female agent took pity. “We can get in our car.”
“Okay!”
Joel hopped into the backseat of the Crown Vic. The special agents twisted their bodies to look at him. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I know why you’re here,” he started.
“Why is that,” she inquired.
Nervous as hell, Joel made a decision to beg for mercy.
“d**gs,” the dentist sighed. “I’ve been prescribing hydrocodone, oxycodone, and codeine pills in excess of what’s necessary. Some of the time, I had patents split the prescriptions with me and I sold the rest to a d**g dealer. I kept some for myself too. Nobody else in the practice was involved.”
The federal law enforcement officers glanced at one another. “Dr. Wolf, you’re under arrest,” the man said before reading him his rights.
“Yes, I want a lawyer.”
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Thursday, 10 April 2014:
The criminal defense attorney came to the facility where he was being held.
“I’m guilty,” Joel distressed.
“You’ve committed a crime,” the lady from Des Moines said flatly. “That’s already established. What we need to focus on is the story. Why you did it. How bad you feel that you did. Fear of reprisal. We can spin this and get a decent plea deal. There will be time in prison, but we’re going to see if we can’t get this done at federal prison camp. Minimal security. Tell me what happened.”
Joel took a deep breath. “I got caught up in life and possessions, you know what I mean?”
The well-dressed, brown-skinned lawyer nodded as she took notes. Her name was Odette Jackson.
“In my head I wanted people to know I’d made it. I didn’t grow up in poverty, but I sure didn’t grow up rich either. I also competed with others in my mind. I needed a bigger house, nicer cars, better vacations. That stuff adds up. And pile that on top of my student loans from dental school. I was going broke. I started doing it for the extra cash and then before I knew it, I was in too deep.”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
“Those thugs in that motorcycle gang weren’t going to let me quit. I’d asked about it before. They threatened my daughter. I couldn’t let anything happen to Ella.”
“So you were a father in fear. We can work this,” Odette explained. “Were you using any d**gs i*****lly?”
“I was. I started taking pills after I learned that I was stuck.”
“Alright, Dr. Wolf. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Any chance someone can bail you out?”
“I doubt my wife has any desire to do so.”
“Is there someone else I can call. Parents? A sibling? Friend?”
“Try my brother.”
She took the number and promised to work on getting him out of there.
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Monday, 20 Oct 2014:
“The defendant is hereby sentenced to serve 36 months in a facility to be determined by the United States Bureau of Prisons. This is to be followed by a monitoring period of 36 months post-release.” the U.S. District Court judge said. Then, she tapped her gavel.
Dr. Wolf lowered his head. His lawyer placed her hand on his shoulder blade, “It’s going to be alright.”
The woman continued, “Stay in touch, Joel! We fly down on in two weeks. Use this time to connect with your loved ones.”
Joel’s license had been suspended and he had to agree to not work in any dentistry related occupation for the next seven years. Assets gained through the criminal activity were seized.
He was aware that an embarrassed and infuriated Lindsey intended to file for divorce.
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Sunday, 2 November 2014:
Joel met Odette and a large Black man he’d never seen before at the Des Moines airport.
“This is Buck. Buck, Joel,” she introduced them with little enthusiasm.
The dentist figured Buck was the muscle to ensure he didn’t disappear. He also acknowledged the fact that Odette was doing this to justify her fees.
“We’ll get into Beaumont around 4:00. From there, we’ll check into the hotel. Then we’ll get some dinner. As a matter of principle, you’ll be sharing a double room with Buck,” she explained.
That evening, Joel lay in bed going over how all this had come about. He lamented his choices.
“You alright,” Buck asked.
“I guess.”
“Federal prison camps are cool, man. Don’t worry. There’s no gang v******e. You most likely won’t have to be anyone’s bitch.”
“Most likely?”
“Yeah. Lots of people like you got short sentences. They just wanna go home. But a few had longer sentences and have been moved down. They may be used to having a prison wife and still want one.”
“I’m hardly the type guys would go for,” Joel laughed it off nervously.
“You’d be surprised,” the brownish-yellow guy retorted. “I see you got a thick ass.”
“What,” Joel acted incredulous.
“I’m just sayin’ don’t be surprised if you get a few inmates trying to get in them cheeks.”
“Are you for real?”
“Serious as a heart attack. And, it’s better if you just go with it.”
The six-foot-four nearly 300-pound man stood slowly.
Joel’s brain saw things unfold in slow motion.
Buck pulled out his cock. He stroked it and walked towards Joel’s bed. “They’ll want you to suck it. Try it out. Good to have a li’l practice beforehand.”
The stench was musty like used gym socks. Heat emanated from the giant’s groin. Joel reluctantly opened his mouth.
Buck shoved his dick inside. “Get it all the way hard, bitch!” It grew into a throbbing wrist-thick, 6-½ -inch tool. He smacked Joel’s beefy ass cheeks. “I’m gonna break you in!” He climbed on top of the convicted felon’s back. He stuck a wet finger into the pink hole to loosen it up.
Joel writhed. “Oh my god!”
“You like that?”
“Feels weird.”
“Just relax.”
Buck positioned himself on top. He worked his dick into the anus.
Joel whined.
“Shhhhhh! Relax, faggit!” Buck humped gingerly at first until he felt the hole give way. “Awww yeah! Open that pussy for Daddy!” Buck pumped harder and faster.
“Owwwwww,” wailed Joel. “Oh god! It hurst!”
“Relax!”
“Oh my god! It’s too big.”
“Shut the fuck up, pussyboy! Take this Black dick in that white faggot pussy hole!”
“Oh shit,” cried Joel. “Oh my god!”
Buck thrust until his shaft was ready to explode. He pulled out and made the bitch swallow his nut.
Joel wept silently in his bed through the night. What had he gotten into?
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Monday, 3 November 2014:
Buck drove the rental car with Odette in the front passenger seat and Joel in the back. They arrived at the satellite prison camp attached to the Beaumont, Texas federal corrections complex (separate low, medium, and high security prisons).
Odette and Buck wished him luck after the initial paperwork was completed and they guards call him back.
Processing in went smoothly. For lunch he had ground beef tacos, corn, & black beans. There was some shredded cheese & lettuce plus salsa. ‘No sour cream,’ he thought. They also served a fresh orange and juice.
The dorm where he slept contained four cubicles that housed four inmates each. The cubicle had two bunk beds and four of everything else - mirrors, desks, chairs, & drawer chests.
The others were white like him. They introduced themselves and seemed relatively friendly.
The bunk above him belonged to Gary Lippmann, a fifty-something New York stock broker in for mail fraud.
The other set of bunk beds were inhabited by Tripp McAlister and Reed Dunaway.
Tripp was really John Walter McAlister, III - a colorful West Texas lawyer serving time for tax fraud. He was 48 years old, married, and due to be released within the month.
Dr. Dunaway was in a similar situation to Joel. i*****l d**g distribution. H had gone to the University of Arkansas for undergrad and Kansas State for vet school. Apparently, Reed had been prescribing buprenorphine to dog and cat owners which they would themselves take with his knowledge. A Little Rock socialite overdosed and died as a result. Her family was well-connected and the U.S. Attorney had alerted the D.E.A. He got 24 months plus they sued him in civil court too.
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Wednesday, 10 December 2014:
Things had been progressing well. Joel was making it nicely. No one had tried to make him their bitch. He just didn’t see that happening. Tripp had gone home the week before so the cubicle only had three inhabitants for the moment. Joel worked on landscaping detail during the mornings. In the afternoons, he had time to read, paint, or play table games.
“Wolf,” a guard said. “You have mail.”
Joel went to the counter to collect the package. It was a large envelope. He opened it to find a stack of papers - a Petition for the Dissolution of Marriage with c***dren. What a Christmas present. He decided to call his lawyer later the next day to discuss. He stuffed the document into a drawer without reading it.
After lunch, a new inmate was assigned to the cubicle: Cleavon Toles. He was a towering, lean man with skin that was rich, deep-brown atop a cool blue-red undertone.
Ever the diplomat, the New Yorker spoke first. “Welcome, man! What’d they get you for?”
“Ah hell! A lotta shit,” he replied in gravelly voice.
“Really,” quizzed Joel.
“Yep. I been in for almost 20 years. I got downgraded cause I’m getting out in a couple years.”
“Good deal,” Reed added.
“Where’d you come from,” checked Lippmann.
“Medium security right here in Beaumont,” Cleavon shared. “Originally, I was in for d**g trafficking and tax fraud.”
“Oh, damn,” the financier said. “You were a gangsta.”
“No! I wasn’t,” Cleavon glared at him. “I had some clients that were though.”
“Oh,” Reed asked.
“Yeah! I was a C.P.A.”
“They’re always fucking us up,” Joel interjected.
“I doubt they got you like they got me,” the Black man shot back. “The white boys got d**g charges dropped and only charged with contract crimes. They came straight to Club Fed. I got the full book thrown at me. I got put in prison for real. I’m not bitter. I’m just keeping my head down till I get out.”
Joel and the other white men looked at him blankly.
“Where’s the library,” the former accountant asked.
“I’ll show you,” Joel volunteered.
Cleavon walked behind them. They discussed college football and basketball. Cleavon was originally from Kentucky and that’s where his loyalties lay.
They chatted about many topics.
Cleavon sat next to Joel in the chow hall that evening. They had baked ziti, spinach, & a side garden salad with Italian dressing.
The 59 year-old stayed close to Joel.
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Saturday, 13 December 2014:
Cleavon and Joel were playing gin.
Cleavon said, “You got some pretty eyes.”
“What,” Joel choked.
“I always liked light eyes. My ex-wife had hazel eyes.”
“Oh cool.”
“My last bitch had light-brown eyes,” he shared.
“You really are into eyes I see,” joked the white man.
“Yeah! And asses too. My last bitch had a nice big, soft ass!”
“Oh okay.” Joel laid down the two; three; & four of spades then discarded.
Cleavon continued, “Yep. He was a short li’l thing,”
Joel’s eyes widened.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Uhhhh. No.”
“Good. Cause I’m horny in here. You look like you’ll be a good bitch.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. You got a big, beefy butt. I can soften you up some.”
“But I…”
“Don’t matter. From now on, you gon’ answer to Jenny.”
“Excuse me,” Joe coughed.
“I know I’m not stuttering. I’m what y’all white folks call ‘well-spoken’.”
“But I’m not gay.”
“This is prison. No one is. But we all got needs. You’re my bitch. Don’t make me whoop your ass.”
“But I…”
WHAP.
Joel was stunned. Cleavon had just pimp slapped him.
“Now, tell Daddy you’re sorry!”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Joel whimpered.
“Come with me!”
Cleavon led the way to a dorm. It was pretty empty. Their cubicle was at the far end of pod. Cleavon extracted his 10-inch dick.
Jenny fell to his knees and sucked it.
“No teeth,” Cleavon demanded.
Soon, Jenny was ass up on the bunk. Cleavon smacked the ample derriere. He pushed inside the pink boipussy hole.
“Oh fuck,” whined Jenny.
“Not so loud, gurl!”
“Sorry, Daddy!”
“Good gurl! Take this big Black cock, bitch!”
Cleavon fucked Jenny’s ass until he nutted.
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Thursday, 9 February 2017
Joel Wolf was released after spending the last nine months in an intensive residential d**g addiction program at the camp. Odette had worked diligently to get him assigned there and it shaved six months off his sentence.
Joel was definitely known as Jenny now. He’d been Cleavon’s wife the whole time until Cleavon’s release. After that he booed up with another Black man that had been stepped down from a higher security facility.
Jenny grew to love her status as an Amazonian beauty at the prison camp. She’d even messed around with a couple of the COs.
Jenny’s hair was shoulder-length. He breasts were budding and skin softening from the testosterone blockers and estrogen she was taking.
Jenny was set to move into a half-way house for six months. She would start looking for a job.
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Wednesday, 13 September 2017:
Joel found work as an oil change tech at one of those express service franchises. Today, she got a ride to the courthouse and filed the paperwork for a legal name change. She’d chosen to be Jayla Elaine Wolf. She paid the fee and the order was signed a few days later.
She’d cobbled together the money to get a new license issued in her legal name and purchase a cash car. It was a 2001 Subaru Outback Wagon for which she paid almost a grand.
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Saturday, 26 October 2019:
Present day.
Jayla stuffed her 44B tits into a lace bra and slid into a form fitting short black dress. She finished applying her make-up. She stepped into a pair of three-inch red heels and tossed her strawberry-blonde dyed hair.
She waited in her small apartment for the man who had finally asked her out.
His name was Buzz Rambo. What a name, right??? Jayla had only known the former customer as Buzz, but one day she had to swipe his card and saw his first name was Francis.
Jayla had eventually become suspicious when it seemed Buzz found a reason to visit almost every week. Not only did he bring in his 2010 Ford Expedition and his 2015 Ford Fusion. He also brought his mom’s car, his daughter’s SUV, and another friend’s truck.
Finally, the redwood tree of a man with brown eyes and white spiked hair asked her out.
Jayla said yes without hesitation.
Over the past few days they’d been talking. The community college chemistry instructor joked that he was robbing the cradle since he was a full 20 years her senior.
The 37 year-old didn’t mind at all. He was still a relatively nice looking man.
Buzz arrived with a bouquet of flowers. He opened all the doors for her and took her to a Japanese place where they sat around the hibachi grill.
After a lovely meal, they retired back to her place.
Jayla poured them each a glass of red wine.
“I’ve really enjoyed this evening, Jayla,” Buzz admitted.
“Me too,” she giggled.
“I hope we can do it again.”
“We can!”
“You turn me on so much!”
“The feeling is mutual?”
“Seriously,” the divorced father of one inquired.
“Absolutely. I’m a modern woman. I want you to take me.”
“Really,” Buzz perked up.
“Yes, really! It’s been ages since I was dicked down,” she chuckled.
“Good! I took a Viagra earlier.”
“Ooh la la,” she cooed.
They went into the bedroom.
Jayla unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. She took his flaccid pale prick into her manicured hands. She wrapped her lips around it. As she sucked, it filled with blood and grew to 7-¼-inches.
“You have a nice big dick,” Jayla remarked.
“You think,” he blushed.
“I know so!”
She sucked some more. Buzz spent some time eating out her tranny pussy before mounting her and sliding inside.
“Ooh, baby,” she purred.
“It’s tight, girl!”
“Open it up! Stretch it, Buzz,” she begged.
“Yes ma’am!”
Buzz slammed in and out of her with quick repetition.
“I’m not going anywhere, handsome! You don’t have to rush!”
Buzz reduced his tempo, but not the depths of his strokes. He continued plowing balls deep into her booty. They stared into each other’s eyes and kissed passionately on the lips, neck, and ears.
“Make love to me, Daddy,” cried Jayla.
After a big hard nut, Buzz was winded. Jayla fixed him a scotch and they chilled.
Buzz did something he hadn’t done in years. He fucked a bitch twice in one night.
After round two, Jayla lay there. She wondered, ‘Is Buzz the one?'
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