She shouldn't even be here. Yet there she was sitting alone eating the disgusting food they served her. She looked good even in an orange jumpsuit, I often wondered what she would look like in normal clothes, happy and free from this hell we call prison.
She had dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, green eyes as bright as an emerald, and skin a creamy tan color. To me, she was the perfect image of the girl I would have in my bed every night.
Brielle softly chewed her food alone and I decided I would go over there. I strode over and she lifted her head. When she saw me she smiled. "Hello Leandro, how are you today?"
"I'm quite good now that I'm keeping you company," I said and sent her a smile as I sat down beside her. She blushed and looked down. Her blush made my need for her stronger.
Stop Leandro, she's a prisoner!
"You're too innocent to be here," I said and placed my hand on hers and squeezed it. Her hand felt too soft and small to be under my rough large one. I let go a rested my palm on the table next to hers.
"Well I did the crime so I deserve the time," she said with a smile. I furrowed my eyebrows. I just thought she was framed or something.
"What did you do?" I asked curiously. She laughed at my question and I awkwardly laughed with her.
This girl is crazy, hot, and cute. It's turning me on and I am kind of wondering how my mental health is.
"I neutered my cheating ex," She said with a mental smile. My dick twitched at the thought of her cutting off my own dick.
My mental health is lower than I suspected.
"Why the fuck would he do that" I questioned. She was a 10 out of 10 in my eyes. She gave me a teasing smile as she slipped her hand below the table to grab her pussy. My eyes widened and I gave a big swallow.
"Because I wasn't letting him in here," she said in a low tone. A lump formed in my throat as her hand slipped back onto the table.
Trying to somewhat change the direction of the story I asked about the other half of this unique experience.
"Now how'd you manage to cut off a grown man's penis?" The thought of a blade on the soft skin of my cock didn't seem to bother me in the slightest.
"You're asking quite a lot? Gonna have fantasies about it tonight? She asked teasingly. She bit her lip and put a finger on her nose as if thinking if she wanted to tell me.
"I think I like you so I'll tell you," she said lightly as she leaned over the table close to my ear. I could feel her hot breath puffing on my sensitive skin. A shiver ran down my spine.
"While he was sleeping peacefully beside me I pulled a cigar cutter from under my pillow. He was a deep sleeper so when I slipped that sucker on his dick he didn't even budge. Then I pushed the sides with all my might... and well I didn't cut through all of it."
"I struggled on top of him as he tried to throw me off and I gave the fucker one more push!" She finished with a pearly white smile. I sat with wide eyes still oddly turned on.
I wondered how it would feel to have my thighs cradled between hers as she slipped the blade on my cock. I wondered what the look on her face would be as she pushed on the sides of the cutter. I wondered how I'd feel looking at my loose cock in her mouth, blood dripping from the end.
I cleared my throat and the bell rang signaling that they needed to get to bed. "I'll take you to bed," I said and sat my keys down on the table to come back to get after I sent her off.
"That'd be great! I get a little lonely since my cellmate went to solitary confinement" she said as practically skipped beside me.
As we walked my hand bumped into hers but she moved her hand away from mine. Rejected. Fuck, shit, bitch. I thought as I moved my hand away. While we walked in silence I thought of her being naked. My dick started to twitch in my pants and I tried to think of something else. Snakes, spiders, spiders. It didn't work because then I would imagine snakes and spiders crawling over her naked body.
There really is something wrong with me, Jesus!