After being released from a Montana prison my hopes of joining my lover was nothing shorter than a dream. Standing outside the prison gates where I done 10 long years with other women. Waiting for an hour and hoping that my dream lover hadn’t stood me up after all I’ve done for him once we were all alone, late at night, in the open bay when other prisoners were sleeping soundly to the sounds of each other’s headphones. Soft echoing sounds of another kind of music sent me into another dimension, another place and time, where only I could see and hear ringing within my ears the closer I came to the old oak desk. Brushing back my long thin blonde hair back over my ears, taming his savage appetite with my sexy walk, and eyes that weigh heavily on his mind.
The very first time I engaged him was out on the yard where I was all sweaty and panty wet, sticking to me, from playing volleyball with some friends not to mention the way he would stare at me. Like he was undressing me behind those dark Polaroid’s that he wore that causes me to cum quickly. Then two weeks later I lay in bed with my careless eyes, thinking long and hard about this handsome man and what I could do to a specimen like him.
It wasn’t until late that night, third shift relieving the second shift, when I got all clammy and nervous about seeing him again. Like I was a virgin all over again when I looked him over, admiring his wife, slipping slowly my nervous fingers down the front of my bikini panty that was slightly exposed. I was never more a shambles and a glob of frustration as I was that night when he walked into the dark bay. Wondering if he’d noticed right away what I was doing to myself right in front of him, well, halfway down one of the isles anyway. Felt like a tone of bricks had suddenly fallen on top of me, stimulated by the darkness and the way he walked. Drawn into this web of deceit even more when I rub briskly to the way he leant over Mary, good friend, and inform her harshly to close her legs and pull down her white gown that all of us wore.
I will never forget all the times we spent together, many times he would beg for me to lie atop my hard lumpy mattress and masturbate. Knowing in my mind he was jacking-off behind the desk, while watching me squirm in place and get my- self off with two fingers inside my panty. Often wishing were his two fingers and tease the middle-age man with a kind smile while I was screwing myself atop the covers as my weary eyes were all over him.
I know I wasn’t the most intelligent girl he’d ever met, but having to help support a family of ten wasn’t easy, after my father deserted us when he fled the Country, taking up with a Filipino. Dropping out of school when I was but 15, getting a job at my age were nearly impossible. But when my older friend Sara told me about her job, how I can make fast cash. I become extremely interested in how she be- came a millionaire over night. Soon I was flashing my tits around, sleeping with any man, and returning home in the early morning hours; tired and worn out with pockets full of cash that would indeed help my mother that had no skills.
It was like a fairy tail, guy meets girl, type of relationship that mounted into an open affair. Then telling me repeatedly how much he loves me while we were doing it in the shower, toilet, and even under his guard desk where I would crawl under and unfasten his loose gray trousers. Taking his massive hard cock that I love to wrap my fingers around to admire, envy, while his wife was asleep, all alone in the lovely home he would speak often of. Taking his enormous cock and working it around my curvy lips and pale cheeks to endure its smoothness and warmth. Admiring such strength and power to curve my appetite before inserting him deeply between my soft rosy lips to hear and vision my lover. Suckling my handsome lover with sharp licks and occasionally a bite to his cherry knob that always brought a smile to his face.
It was indeed hard to believe that he could be a…no show! Especially after the way we carried ourselves on the yard, behind the cafeteria, kissing and hugging and even allowing his tiny fingers to retreat down my green pants that was issued to me by this fine establishment…hehe!
Letting his soft sweet lips to drain me. Cup my wet dark fiber. Even to go down on me while I try to keep my focus on any intruders that might pass by and notice our erotic behavior. Having him inside me was indeed a feeling I’ll never forget as long as I live. Having his sweet succulent lips feast upon my hairy vagina, and draw small circles inside me with his hard tongue was more then I can handle that felt so damn comforting. Wondering if he was dragging my love around, experiencing other women, laying them with me in mind or just laying them in an effort to pleasure each gal.
Thinking back when everyone was fast asleep on their old lumpy mattress, and I moving slowly down the row of beds with my pussy throbbing and lips aching for his soft caresses. Then I would take down slowly my bikini panty, as I would stare deeply into his warm eyes with my teeth biting down hard onto my lower lip. Touching and feel my lovers soft black beard against my damp pink folds that always made me quiver all over. Especially when he would instruct me to sit on the edge of the desk so he could carefully open up my legs with both of his warm hands and gaze for what seemed hours into my moist, nude pussy.
He was an amazing guy with a tool that would bring any woman to her knees and lick the sweat from his beautiful balls. But maybe it was that I gave him too much at one time, or perhaps he found out I was a prostitute on the streets that landed me here. What ever it is, I do wish he were here to soothe this throbbing inside of me that craves his blessed cock. Even though he was twice my age, twice intelligent as me, I still can feel his mighty sword burrowing inside my wet folds and indulging my naked breasts with both firm lips. Tracing my harden nipples of off brown with the tip of his tongue to enhance, entice me even more.
But I think I can relax, knowing now he was using me, wondering if he indeed is taking my love to different towns and shedding his blessings onto other’s that too are simply a number. Thoughts of committing another crime rushes inside my frustrated noggin, somehow finding my way back into his arms. But realizing at a glance that I would be wasting my life on a dream if I were to return to a life of prison. Knowing I can find any man I want now, realizing he was simply a mere mirage as the moist tears smears my make-up. Walking down the familiar streets I grew up on, raining harder, pouring down onto my young carcass that begins to work inside the silky material. Hair was drenched; eyes burning from the streaked mascara, and exposing more than it should as a few handsome guys that walk by were exploring my nipples.
