Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 14

Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 14


As I pulled Ramone's cock from my hole, and with kisses, I started to dole out some pleasure to it, and I drooled out some spit on the shaft, making it a slick pole to palm. Then I sucked on the balls while I stroked, and remembered how nicely it poked into my cunt and ass, making pass after pass, and how thoroughly it left me soaked. As my gut growled from hunger and lust, I was tempted to help Ramone bust. His incredible nuts in my ravenous guts by just sinking my teeth through the crust.

But I wasn't that starving! Instead, I just focused on giving great head. I sucked like a sow while imagining how wonderfully I would shortly be fed. Such a yummy thought quickened my pace and I bobbed my head down to the base of the stallion-sized dong knowing Trish, all along, had been filming my cock-sucking face. Up and down went my head like a hammer as my mouth really started to clamor
for the taste of hot sperm. As his penis grew firm greatly adding to its charm and glamour.

Then like some volcanic eruption, his cock spurted out cum and corruption in my mouth and my mind, for I knew I would find myself quickly addicted to suction.

Tasting like simmered cream mixed with jelly as the cum poured down my throat to my belly, and each spurt from the dick, which was blood-sausage thick, told me I had found my favorite deli.

Then for Trish's sake, I took a blast to my face so the image would last almost eternally, since she was filming me, then back in my mouth went the dick fast, please keep coming I prayed to Ramone, who kept sleeping for reasons unknown. With each gulp that I'd take made him shiver and shake, with each suck made him let out a moan. So, when the cum flow shut down from his spout, I massaged him to force the sperm out. That was trapped in his ducts, and with lip-smacking sucks I got all of it without a doubt.

Now since Trish held her camera near, taking his dick and rubbing my whole my face, ear to ear. Then I slapped my cheeks pink with his cock, giving it a lick and a wink, then buffed his cock clean with my rear.

Though my fingers were covered with foam, I ran them through my hair like a comb Ramone opened his eyes, and expressed his surprise.

You're still here? I thought you had gone home.

I just laughed and then shared a long shower with them who had taught me to flower as a slut, and who said you owe us a new bed--
but you can work it off by the hour. Trish then dressed me and, smiling, I left having no heavy conscience to heft, though my husband might hate my returning so late, and with semen packed inside my cleft!

But I found my guy still on the floor, he woke, asking me, "What's the score? Did the good guys prevail I said, they kicked some tail
after that, life was never a bore.


CONCLUSION

By the time Sandy finished her tale, I was lust-drenched and now forced to bail out my cunt else be drowned. Then we sought higher ground when my efforts seemed likely to fail. To the dry upper bunk, we now clung, so the juice that escaped Sandy's tongue could just drip to the floor. With my syrupy outpour fell in strands off the mattress and hung.

That's what I call great viscosity Sandy said. But that was Greek to me, for with words I was dumb I just knew that my, cum, was really thick and oozed out sluggishly. So, I take it you really enjoyed my hot story she said as she toyed with my clit as it grew, what gave you the first clue I gasped out, as my wit I employed.

You're a smart ass, I see Sandy noted.

Then her long-fingered hand she devoted to my pussy, and she buried it totally, and her efforts I wisely promoted.

Here's a nice trick that I learned from Trish!

Sandy said, now beginning to dish out the pleasure to me as her hand, naughtily swam around in my cunt like a fish.

Then her fingertips rubbed on the ceiling in the back of my pit, and the feeling was so fucking divine that both titties of mine
spurted milk and my brain started reeling.

Sandy slyly purred, saying Isn't it great to have some woman's hand masturbating your hot uterus, bitch without having to hitch a ride first through your cervical gate. I was too busy thrashing to say that my aunt often fucked me this way, as did Anne, Redd, and Sis Pride and Sue, and sweet Bliss. I just mumbled out. "It's Okay!"

Now to say I was coming was like saying some in Peking rode a bike for I bounced on the bunk like an over-sexed monk in the woods with nine nuns on a hike.

Drain my tits! I begged Sandy, and she tore her mouth from my clit hastily, and played farm girl and sow milking me like a cow and then sucking my juice like a piglet.

Every pore on my flesh produced sweat as I still wasn't done coming yet for the shocks ran through me like electricity, as the mattress I squirmed on was wet.

Then a guard named Lucille banged the bars of our cell, saying. This isn't Mars, if you can't fuck and suck like two humans, tough luck,
keep it down or I'll make you see stars I was already seeing them, and I couldn't stop bellowing.

Lucille got mad as hell and quickly entered our cell and then slipped on the slime from my flow.

"Motherfucker!" she angrily swore, as her big ass slammed into the floor soaking her skirt in scum.

Where did this shit come from and she stripped naked, cursing some more.

Then she climbed up to join us and brought her night stick. Want this club in your twat Lucille then threatened me I cried, assuredly as the black woman gave me a swat.

After planting her ass on my face, she said, you slut-bitches from outer space need to have their cunts swirled and fucked out of this world, for they're strangers to our human race.

She then held my legs back with her arms to expose my hirsute nether charms, whacking them with her stick till its shaft became slick
and my brain sent out sexual alarms.

Spread her cunt-lips, Lucille ordered Sandy, drafting her support since she was handy and my cell-mate obeyed with a lust that displayed
just how horny she was and how randy. The black guard went to work on me then with the vengeance of seventy men, stirring my passion thick with her big swizzle stick as it dipped in and out of my den.

Now my face was surrounded by fat, as Lucille was not skinny and sat with her cheeks pressed to mine and their bulbous design kept my nose to her grindstone--and flat. Since she didn't diet or fast, my loud cries didn't linger or last, in fact, her bulging ass with its mountainous mass could have muffled an atomic blast.

I silently suffered as she fucked me over--and real nastily, since she was still steamed, my hot anus she reamed really fucking the shit out of me. Though her night stick made many deep trips I blacked out from her ninety-inch hips I came to again when she slapped me, and then I felt piss splashing onto my lips.

Lucille soaked my whole face and then said as she slid down from our upper bed, maybe now you'll be quiet and not raise a riot when Sandy gives you some good head.

My new cell-mate had blushed when Lucille Golden-showered my face. You must feel so debased Sandy said I replied, I was bred to luxuriate in its appeal.

Sandy blushed again, and I knew why, for she clearly was eager to try it herself and serve me some of her acid tea but held back because she was too shy. Go ahead I encouraged, I know what you're thinking, and drinking your flow would be the perfect way to conclude our first day as new cell-mates.

Now let yourself go.

Sandy smiled and knelt over me and I stuck out my tongue for her pee, she released a brief spurt in my mouth, and then squirted out a stream when I purred wickedly.

Sandy's eyes told me all, for she looked down on me as if already hooked on the practice, and she showered me lavishly as her passion and lust really cooked.


To be continued