I smirk as I visit my favorite inmate's cell. He immediately looks up, alert, and glares at me, his brutishly handsome face twisting with animosity.
"You came again? You must be bored, bitch."
I tsk and shake my baton at him. "Oh no, you don't! Don't make me use this on your balls!"
His eyes widen in fear. Not that he can do anything about it anyway.
He remains silent, but I know what he wants; another blowjob. I also know he hates me but lusts after me.
"Take out your cock. Don't make me tell you twice." I smile.
He does so, reluctantly, and I move closer. His cock is already semi-hard, the way all men are when they haven't had sex for months. But it's only been two days since we last saw each other, but time passes differently here.
"You're already so hard. Naughty boy," I coo as I grab his shaft. I stroke him slowly, enjoying the feel of him through the soft fabric of my uniform. My hand slides down between us, and I begin to gently massage his balls. "You like that don't you? You like being jerked off by your corrections officer."
"Shut up," he growls, trying not to moan too loudly.
I grin wickedly. "Now, now, you can't blame a girl for playing with her toys..."
My fingers find his hole, and I tease him there, just enough to drive him crazy. Then I slide my middle finger inside him. It's so tight. I remember the first time I played with his ass, he swore loudly and tried to shove me away, but now he's always begging me to play with him back there, even though he would never admit it. Who would have thought the big, muscular felon would make such a great toy?
I keep teasing his ass as I continue jerking him with my other hand. "You want to cum?" I ask softly.
He just glares at me.
I laugh. "You really should learn some manners, shouldn't you?" His glare deepens. I slap his bare ass. Hard. "But then again, maybe you'll get a taste of something else instead."
I pull my finger out of his ass as I hurriedly take off my pants. I wonder if he can smell my soaked pussy.
"Lick me," I command. He hesitates for a second before obeying.
It doesn't take long until I'm dripping wet, and I let him suck my clit while I rub myself against his mouth. I hear him groan around my throbbing flesh.
I move faster, bobbing my head faster, rubbing myself harder as he eats me out rather violently. I grab his head, gripping it tightly so he won't stop licking me.
"Mmmm, yes, yes, yes. That's it, baby. Make me cum."
I come quickly, shuddering under his tongue. He continues licking and sucking my pussy until I've stopped trembling.
"You like that, bitch?" he finishes cleaning me up.
I nod, panting. "Yes. Yes, I love it."
He smiles darkly. "Good. Now give me that delicious cunt."
I laugh. "Not yet."
He grabs my hair roughly and pulls me towards him. "Why?"
I look into his eyes. "Because I want to show you how much I enjoy toying with you. How much I enjoy making you suffer for touching me without permission."
His eyes narrow dangerously. But I'm in control here. And he knows it.
I can feel myself getting wetter as I relish how I'm driving a dangerous felon crazy. The power I hold over the dangerous alpha male makes me feel powerful and sexy, and I love every moment of it.
"Now, slut," I say firmly.
He grits his teeth. "Fuck you."
I smile sweetly. "No. I will fuck you."
With one swift movement, I swing my arm and land a vicious backhander right in his face. He falls backward onto the floor, stunned. But then he grins cockily.
"Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me?" he taunts. "You think you're good enough for me?"
"Oh, I am," I say arrogantly. "And you're going to beg me for it."
"Beg, huh?" he says, standing up. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
