After my shift I was heading out to my car when I heard Mike walking up from behind me.
"Did you go by cell block B where that fag Yolanda sleeps?" He asked
"Um, yeah, that's part of my rounds, why, what happened?"
"When I went by she was sucking some dude off...I think it was Marcus but I didn't want to even look at that kind of shit. These guys are just a bunch of faggots, they deserve to be locked up." He says
I try to be a little more diplomatic, "Well, not all of those guys are gay you know? And some of them are doing it out of necessity as they are locked down for the rest of their lives so doesn't leave them much choice if they want to bust a nut" I explain
"Fuck you, whatever dude, you can stick up for those fags if you want to...maybe you want to join in" He jokes
Little does he know that I have already crossed that line. But I need to act cool and pretend like it disgusts me too so he won't start getting suspicious about me.
"Fuck you, I ain't sticking up for those fags, they're in there for a reason so this is what they signed up for"
"What are you doing this afternoon? You want to come over and play some Grand Theft Auto and drink some beers? Mike asks
Mike and I don't typically hang out, but we did have the same days off and neither of us had to work tonight. I thought maybe I should say yes, that way I can keep redirecting his attention away from my activity so he doesn't catch on.
"Sure, what time?
"I'm going to hit the rack for a few hours, let's say 3:00pm"
"Sounds good, see you then" I say as I get into my car.
When I get home I replay the events of last night, immediately my dick gets hard and I pull off my uniform and lay into bed to start stroking my dick. Honestly, I forgot about the panties I was wearing, they felt so comfortable that I didn't even notice. As I look in the mirror before jumping into the bed I see the bright pink like a neon light staring back at me. I look ridiculous, but something inside likes how they feel and look. I lay down and fish out my dick, it's rock hard now and I start to stroke. I think about what transpired between me and Marcus, I thought about how big and strong his cock was...it was like something out of a porno movie, blacks really do have bigger cocks I guess.
I recall him calling me his girl and how I needed to address him as daddy. I was getting close when I suddenly remembered the last thing Yolanda said to me, I was not to cum without daddy's permission.
That thought alone almost sent me over the edge but I immediately pulled my hand away from my dick...it was pulsing like it does right before you ejaculate. It felt so good but the payoff was the squirting of the cum but I wasn't allowed to do that. I was breathing heavily and I tried to slow my breathing and stop from blowing my load. I went to the brink of the edge and came back safely.
That felt so good that I started to pump again to get myself hard. I knew that I wasn't supposed to cum but I wanted to feel that again and I promised myself I would stop when I got to the edge again. I imagine Marcus, now my daddy, pulling me across his lap to administer a spanking because I came without permission. He was calling me all kinds of derogatory names like, bitch, sissy boi, cucksucker, etc.. For some reason the name calling got me even harder and more excited. Then I pulled my hand off my dick again, stopping just in time. I did that a couple more times before I gave up, it was driving me crazy and had me so horny that I couldn't fall asleep. I needed to stop so I could sleep, I rolled over and closed my eyes.
Somehow I did manage to sleep for a few hours but I awoke with a raging hard on again. I was still wearing my panties and instinctively I reached down to start rubbing my dick. I was thinking about Marcus's body, it was so strong and powerful, he had great muscles and was so dominant towards me that it got me excited quite quickly. I wanted him to take me, to dominate me into submission. I wanted him to make me his bitch, taking away any choice I thought I had in the matter. It felt sooo good to give up control to a superior man, it made me feel weak and vulnerable, like a girl honestly. Afterall, I was wearing panties, and I was the one on my knees sucking his cock, I was acting more like a girl than Yolanda was. Once again I remembered the order, "no cumming without permission" and I abruptly stopped.
Feeling so sexually frustrated I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. Again I recollected what Yolanda had told me, I needed to be clean shaven over my whole body. I looked at my razor and grabbed the shaving cream, I started on my legs as that was the easiest thing to do. I moved on to my arms and chest, that was getting a little harder but I was able to remove most of it. Then I turned my attention to my groin, was she expecting me to shave that too? After a brief consideration I figured she wanted that shaved as well so I carefully worked my way around my cock and balls to shave off my pubic hair. I wasn't sure how these femboys were able to do this without cutting themselves. It took me nearly an hour to remove all my body hair. I still had some on my ass because I could reach but for the most part I was bare.
It was only 1pm so I had a couple hours before I needed to be over at Mike's place. I realized that I would need to get more panties as I couldn't keep wearing the same ones every day I worked. I headed back to that same store, but this time I knew exactly where they were located and I knew about what size I needed. I grabbed several pairs of different colors, all of them very feminine though like pink, yellow, baby blue, and lavender.
On my way home I could feel my dick stiffening, I still hadn't cummed and I was getting excited by my new panties that I needed to get home to jack off real quick and then I'll head to Mike's place.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a new pair of my panties, the lavender ones looked hot. I slid those on, without having any body hair, the feeling of the material gliding over my legs and my dick was extremely stimulating. I never felt anything like that before, no wonder women loved the silkier underwear, it felt sooo good on my body.
I laid down to rub one out while wearing my new panties but once again it wasn't too long before I was hard as can be but remembered I wasn't supposed to cum. I needed that release, how would they know anyway? I could just deny it and since they are stuck in prison they wouldn't know the difference. But something inside me knew I needed to obey them, both Yolanda and Marcus, mostly Marcus. I didn't want to disappoint him, I wanted my daddy to be proud of me...WTF, why was I thinking that way? Why did I feel the need to obey him, this was just some fantasy game I was playing, right? Deep down I knew it was more than that, I was actually thinking in terms of him being my daddy, my owner, and I belonged to him. Not sure how that works since I'm the one who has all the power in a prison, not the prisoners. Once again I stopped short of cumming, I had edged several times now and it was only making me more horny and more crazy. I needed a distraction, going over to Mike's is turning out to be a good idea because if I stay home alone I'll eventually give in.
Mike lived across town so it was a short ride over to his apartment. When I got there his place looked like a bachelor pad, or should I say, more like a college dorm room. He had shit laying around everywhere. Dishes stacked up in the sink, old food boxes on the counters. There were clothes hanging on the furniture and the floor looked like it hadn't been vacuumed in months. He was a slob.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and threw it to me, when I opened it of course it started to bubble out of the top and onto the floor. What did I expect, the bottle shook up when he threw it at me.
"Sorry about the mess" I apologized
"Don't worry about it, my maid will clean it up" He joked
We got set up in his front room on his couch, we started playing GTA and bullshitting about everything and everyone. Even though Mike was a douchebag he was actually a pretty cool guy. We talked sports, we bitched about our shift commander and of course Mike took every opportunity to rip on the fags in the prison.
We really got into the game, shouting at the screen, talking shit to each other when we would wipe out. At one point he slapped the controller out of my hands so I wouldn't get ahead of him, bullshit move but par for the course for Mike.
I bent down to grab my remote, Mike at that same time looked over and could see my panties rise up along my lower back as my jeans were pushed down from bending. A grin came over his face. When I sat back up, he got up and asked if I needed another beer.
"Of course man. Thanks"
"No problem sweetie" he teased
That wasn't unusual for Mike, he had a teenager mind and thought he was back in highschool snapping towels at the weaker boys in the locker room. He was your typical cocky jock type that always treated the girls as sluts and the weaker guys as wimps to be picked on.
As we continued to drink and play Grand Theft Auto I hadn't realized we were at it for 4 hours. I was getting hungry and that's when Mike suggested we order a pizza. Sounded like a good plan, we wouldn't have to stop playing and just had to wait for them to deliver it to us.
Mike asks, "So you didn't hear any of those fags fucking or sucking last night?"
