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I didn’t even realize I was smiling, but I guess I was. The black and white kitten I’d been seeing around lately had made an appearance. I was watching it chase a tiny moth around in the grass, swatting at it, without success, and then being distracted by a sound, and forgetting all about the moth. I guess the scene had gifted me a peaceful moment of distraction. I turn around, recognizing the voice right away. He repeated the question.
“I’ll ask you again. What the hell do you have to smile about?”
“Nothing Warden Hamilton, absolutely nothing.” I hang my head apologetically.
“Why aren’t you over there with the other inmates, Carlson?” He asks, scowling at me.
“I don’t know, Sir. I just like my solitude, I guess.” I answer.
He let his gaze travel along my body, which although covered by my prison attire, still seemed to catch the attention of him, some of the other guards, and a few of the women. If I didn’t enjoy the attention, his gaze would have made me very uncomfortable. I didn’t flinch, I just let him take it all in. From my long, curly, red locks, over my 36D breasts, across my flat stomach, around my slim waist, and down the curves of my hips. I watched him as he licked his lips, and I knew then, that he’d be thinking of me all night tonight. That thought helped as he turned to walk away, and threw out his parting comment.
“I’ll be watching you, Carlson. Just know, I’ve got my eye on you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I respond. “Understood. Have a great evening, Sir.”
Under my breath, I mumbled to myself, “…jerking off to what you imagine to be under this lime green jumper, Sir.”
“What’s that, Carlson?” He asked, spinning around.
“Oh, nothing, Sir. Just that I can’t wait to get out of this jumper, Sir.” I call out, satisfied with myself, after hearing him grunt and walk away briskly.
Now, he’ll have more for his imagination, I thought to myself.
We had about forty minutes left outdoors, and I hoped to be able to watch the kitten’s antics again. I looked around the area it had been in earlier, but it wasn’t around. I see the gardening shed door was slightly open, and figured he might have gone in there. That worried me, because I was scared he’d get locked in there, once we were all leaving the yard. I rush over, and slip in through the cracked door. I close it shut behind me, so no one else notices that it’s open.
Once I was still, I heard shuffling, and it made me freeze. It sounded much bigger than a kitten. I turn around slowly, and see an officer in the corner, sitting on a bale of hay, with his uniform pants around his ankles, with his boxers at his knees. His dick is in his hand, and he’s jerking fast. His eyes are closed and his head is back. He doesn’t even notice me standing there. I knew I could get in trouble for even being in there, kitten or no kitten, so I turn to leave. The door made a noise, and I knew right away that he heard it. I spun around to see him hurrying to pull his clothes back up and cover himself.
“Ummm. I-I I, umm, Carlson, what are you doing in here?!” He nearly shrieked as he asked the question.
“Well, “ I start. “I would ask you the same question, but I don’t think it’s necessary. It’s kind of obvious what you’re doing in here.”
“Look, I’m kind of embarrassed by this. I’d appreciate it if we could just keep it between us.” He looked as embarrassed as he said he was. It was kind of cute.
“I won’t say anything. I just came looking for the kitten. The little black and white one?” I explained.
“Yea, I’ve seen him, in fact that’s how I ended up in here. I followed him in, and-”
“…and it pulled down your pants and made you stroke your dick?” I interrupted him and finished his sentence.
We both laughed.
He admitted that sometimes being around so many women made him crazy. He found himself masturbating at work quite often.
“I understand. We’re all human. I’ve been here four years, Officer Kendrick, remember?” I remind him.
“Wow, it really has been that long, hasn’t it?” He asked.
“Yes, and I’m always horny too. I masturbate more than I care to admit.” I said.
We both laughed again. The other women swooned over Officer Kendrick. He was over six feet and lean. Fit but not overly muscular, and he had a baby face. His dark hair really made his green eyes stand out, as well as his gorgeous smile. Sitting here laughing with him, I got to see his eyes up close, and they were even brighter than I had realized.
“It’s a shame we can’t help each other.” I said teasingly.
“A shame.” He agreed.
I run my hand up his thigh, and watch as his dick grew again under his pants. He hadn’t fastened them yet, and the head poked out above the band of his boxers.
“So, since we can’t, I’m going to go back outside now. I’ll see you around.” I smile at him and turn to walk away.
I got all the way to the door and put my hand on the handle before he said anything.
“I’m not like the rest of these guys here.” He said. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
I let go of the door, but I don’t turn around.
“You mean sex in a shed?” I ask, only half kidding.
“I mean sex with an inmate, at work, in my uniform. In a shed.” He answered, causing us both a little laughter.
“I’ve never done it either. I mean, with an officer. Or with anyone, the four years I’ve been here.” I said.
“I could lose my job.” He stated simply and matter of factly.
“I could end up in solitary, or even moved to another prison, further from my family.” I stated just as simply. “I guess that means we both have a lot to lose.”
I turn toward his direction, fumbling with my hands, with my head down.
“Yes, we do.” He said.
I walk over to him, and he stands. I notice he had closed his pants and belt.
“Well, I have a little over thirty minutes. I could leave now if you don’t think it’s worth it.” I offered. He didn’t move.
“I have about thirty minutes too. I could leave now, if you don’t think it’s worth it.” He said, and we both laughed again.
He lifted my chin and kissed me lightly on my lips. He backed up and sat on the hay again. I now stood between his legs and had my hands on his shoulders. Bending over, I kiss him again, this time, longer and harder, while unsnapping the top half of my jumper. I take my arms out and reaching around, undo by prison issue bra. He buries his face in my tits, and kisses them gently. I grip his head and pull his hair a little as his mouth finds a nipple and licks it slowly. He pulls me down onto his lap, straddling him, and I grind on him while he lavishes both my nipples with the most amazing kisses, licks, and sucking. Four years was a very long time, and
my body was making sure I knew it. Feeling him harden beneath me, made my grinding become more intense. When neither of us could hold on, I quickly stood up and undoing his pants, pulled his friend out. It was actually kind of pretty. Except for the veins, it was flawless and perfectly shaped. Funny how many things you notice about a dick when you haven’t seen one in a while.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, because I do this often.” He answered sarcastically. We burst into laughter.
“Okay, so we’ll have to improvise this time. Bring condoms from now on.” I instruct.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled up at me, with my boobs still surrounding him.
I replace his face with his penis. Bending lower, to place it between my breasts, I squeezed them around it, and pumped them up and down along his shaft.
“Well. Damn.” He whispered. “ Damn. Yeah.”
“Give me your hands.” I said, a little forcefully.
He brings his hands down to my breasts, and grips the sides of each, while running his thumbs across my nipples. I put my hands on top of his and together we pump. I hold my head up, in time to catch him looking down at me. We kiss, and our pumping speeds up. I nibble his bottom lip some, and our tongues attempt to intertwine. His breathing picked up, and I knew if I didn’t pull back he’d be cumming on my neck and chin. I pull away from his kiss, and concentrate on pumping harder.
“Oh shit!” He moaned. “Oh shit. Oh shit!”
That was my signal. I released his dick from my breasts’ grip, and wrapped my hand around it tightly, keeping the same rhythm we’d just had. In a few seconds, he exploded all over his stomach and my hand.
He was sweet enough to give me his undershirt to wipe my hands on. We straightened ourselves up, and before he opened the shed door to make sure it was clear for me to come out and make my way to my cell, we talked about tomorrow. He’s bringing condoms, and as soon as it’s clear for us both, during my two hours in the yard, we’ll meet in the shed.
In my bunk that night, I couldn’t help but think about how big and pretty Officer Kendrick’s cock was, and how I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I felt the need to masturbate before I went to sleep, but instead I decided to save it for my meeting tomorrow. I slept like a baby.
The hot water was sparse this morning, and the eggs were cold. Normally those things would have made for a bad morning, but when I saw Officer Kendrick by the exit door of the chow hall, my pussy started to throb, and all was right with the world. I can’t wait to rip that uniform off of him later.
Walking down the halls to my job in the library, I saw him again. This time he and a female officer were speaking quietly with the chaplain. I kept my eyes straight ahead and acted like I didn’t see them, and hurried to get to work, and make this day go by faster.
Finishing lunch quickly, I almost run back to my cell to freshen up for what I had been calling my date, in my head. I removed the prison issue granny panties, and brush my teeth and wash up. I straighten my bunk, and sit on it, waiting for the regular count before we are released to the yard. Some women were still having lunch, so it would be a few minutes. I was anxious, nervous, and excited, all at once.
Once outside, I made my way toward the garden shed. The kitten was nearby, but I barely paid him any attention. I saw no one around, and made a beeline to the wooden door. Pushing the door open, I crept in, and went to the bale of hay and sat. I didn’t have to wait long for Officer Kendrick to arrive.
Smiling, he came over and kissed me softly. When he pulled back, he had a single white daisy in his hand.
“For the beautiful lady.” He said, presenting the flower.
“Well, thank you, kind Sir.” I said, accepting the gift.
Out of his jacket’s inner pocket, he displayed a row of four condoms. I clapped my hands, showing my excitement.
“Good boy!” I exclaim.
He laughs, and after taking his jacket off, folds it and puts it at the top of the bale, as a makeshift pillow. Following his lead, I scoot back and lie my head on the pillow. He comes over me, and we hungrily began to kiss and remove one another’s respective uniforms. His mouth and hands were all over me, and mine on him. He reaches down between us, and finding my wet pussy, opens it with two fingers and glides one along the center. Once it is just as wet as my pussy, he begins to slide his finger up and down my clit. I’m grinding my hips against his hand, while we kiss and pant. I reach down and massage his balls. Grabbing them firmly, and lightly pulling them. We are both ready, and he grabs a condom. We work together to put it on, and once we accomplish the task, he enters me slowly and the world goes light.
“Ahh!” I yell out in whispered tones.
“Damn!” He said as he began to find his pace.
He was on my spot, and it was way too soon, so I shifted enough to move him over slightly inside of me. That was a mistake I realized, as he dug long and deep. The shift had given him better access. After four long years, my pussy had been yearning this, and it opened up for him more with each stroke. He continued slowly, and I wrapped my legs around him, to bring his hips closer to mine. I grind my hips into his just as slowly, and run my fingertips up and down his strong biceps. The rubbing turned into gripping as his speed picked up and his strokes became stronger. He scooped my legs up between his forearms and biceps, right behind my knees. He pushed my knees up to my chest and started pounding his dick into me. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t get a sound out. All I could hear was the slapping sounds our bodies made as they made contact with each deep plunge. He was moaning loudly now, and I knew he was almost there. I squeezed my pussy tight around him, and he groaned and pulled out.
“How do you feel about oral?” He asked, breathily.
“I feel like it feels awesome.” I answer with a giggle.
“Well, I hope I live up to your standards. If I stay inside of you, I’m going to cum soon, and I’m not ready for this to end.” He said it after kissing me softly, and then he was gone.
I had forgotten how good a hot mouth could feel on my pussy. He started slow at first, letting his tongue explore my clit and my hole. He slurped, which normally would have turned me off, but in this moment it was a very erotic sound. He sounded like he was starving and it was giving him new life. I raised my hips to his face, and he put his hands under my ass to support me. He began to concentrate more on my clit, licking and sucking it. Flicking it with his tongue, rapidly. Pressing his tongue against it, allowing the inner throb to reverberate. His tongue slid inside, and swept all around. Slurping more as he made his way back to my clit, he sucked on it, at the same tempo as the throbbing. I felt my eyes rolling back and knew I was too far gone to stop myself from cumming. The heat rose up from the pit of my stomach until it reached my chest. My ass cheeks tightened in his hands, and based on his quickened tempo, he assumed it meant I was about to climax. His assault became more intense, and I could no longer hold back. I exploded, allowing my juices to flow into his mouth. He slurped again, and then he pulls himself back up on top of me. We kiss deeply, while I try to steady my breathing, but he wasn’t waiting for that. He excitedly pushed his hard cock into me, pounding me deeply, hitting every corner of my pussy. Any cobwebs were being demolished in that second. He scooped his forearms under my arms, and pulled my upper body closer to his. It allowed him to really get it and dig deep. I felt the second wave of orgasm begin to hit me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull myself closer to him. His back tensed up and his grip on me tightened. Together we moaned in slightly whispered voices as we came. His brow was moist with sweat, and my breasts were damp. We were breathless. Neither of us moved. He didn’t pull out, and I didn’t push him out. We just held each other, and for a few moments, I forgot where I was. I’m pretty sure he did too. For the time being, it didn’t matter. I sensed he felt the same way, as he kissed me long and slow.
After we were dressed and just talking, we agreed to meet every other day at the shed. He also promised to do pop ups at the library whenever he could sneak away. We talked about the fact that I’d be getting released in a year. I can’t think that far ahead, so I prefer to just think about one day at a time. We kissed again before leaving our secret spot. I couldn’t wait to return. Who knew what the future held.