I thought I was going to lose my mind. I’d just been talking to my girlfriend—I was allowed one phone call a week—and she’d told me that she had found someone else. She’d explained that waiting for me to get out of prison was just too much for her, and she wanted to break up.
I went back to my cell—it was an open-cell floor—and thought about how Aretha and I used to fuck. Aretha was short and black, with a huge firm ass that any man would love to stick his jimmy into. I’m about six feet, brown, with shoulder-length dreadlocks. As I sat on my bunk the guard shift changed. The evening shift was over and the graveyard shift was coming on.
I felt pretty shitty over losing my girlfriend of five years, and I suddenly felt the urge to fuck somebody. The officer now coming onto my floor was a hot little blonde-haired babe with what looked to be a great set of tits. She couldn’t have been more than five feet one. She walked past my cell as she started on her initial rounds, and I saw she was beautiful. She seemed very friendly; she was smiling as she walked past my cubicle. I casually turned sideways, hoping she would notice my hard-on, but if she did she gave no sign.
I knew I had to do something to get her attention. I didn’t know what would happen, but I figured the worst they could do was take me to the hole. I waited until about three-thirty in the morning, when the blonde made her rounds again, and everyone was sleeping except me. As she passed my cell my jimmy was peeking out of the hole of my boxers, and it was rock-hard.
I had a towel over my head so she would think I was sleeping, but by peeking out I could see her expression. As she approached my cell she looked in, opened her mouth in a gasp, and then laughed. Then she tapped on the bars. I pretended to wake up. All she did was point at my thing with her stick, which made it even harder. I rubbed it for a second, then put it back in my boxers, and she walked away.
I waited till she got back to her post, and then I slipped out of my cell and made my way over there. I had come this far, I couldn’t turn back now. As I approached her post, I told her, “Officer, I can’t sleep.”
She tried to look tough, the way they all do. “What do you want me to do about it?” she demanded.
It was now or never. “Well, I could think of a few things,” I said. “I mean, everybody is asleep, so we could…”
She just looked at me. She could have radioed for backup and they would have beat me up and put me in the hole right then and there. But instead she just sat there.
“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked her, even though the prisoners’ bathroom was right next to hers and wide open. When she said yes, I knew I had it made.
Inside the bathroom I stood there with the light off for about five minutes. Finally she tapped lightly on the door and asked if I was all right. “Come inside, officer,” I said.
She came in, and I was standing there stroking my cock. She looked very nervous, but she didn’t move. I grabbed her hand gently and put it on my rod. She wrapped her fingers around it and said, “I could lose my job.” I shushed her by kissing her wildly on the mouth.
She kissed me back, and I was surprised by her passion. When we broke the kiss, she said, “Hurry up, before someone comes!” I couldn’t believe my good luck. I dropped my sweatpants and shorts down around my ankles and helped her with her belt. As her pants fell down I told her to lean over the sink, which she did. For a minute I just stood there looking at her sweet, firm ass as it stuck out toward me
Getting behind her, I immediately sank my stick right down to the hilt. She moaned. I started to work back and forth, moving harder with each thrust. She was moaning, “Faster, come on, faster!” I started to pound her, her ass smacking against my thighs. It had been so long since I’d fucked that I knew it wouldn’t last long. I stuck my hands under her light blue shirt and felt those beautiful tits as I banged her. She reached under with one hand and put it over mine. I thrust harder now, tweaking her nipples. She turned her head back and began kissing me.
She moaned out that she wanted us to come together, and that was all I could handle. I blew my load right up inside her, and she came, too. I wanted to stay there and hold her tits, but she broke away from me. She took a wad of tissue and wiped the come that was dripping down her leg, then pulled all her gear back on. I pulled my sweats back up, and she kissed me and told me to go to bed. I asked her when she would be working this floor again, and she told me, “I’ll wake you up when I do!”
Then, with a quick squeeze of my cock, she went back to her post. I went back to my cell, thinking that prison wasn’t so bad after all.
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