I was almost asleep when I heard, "Psst, slut!" at the edge of my cell. I moved, startled, confused, and then blushed deeply in the dark as I lifted my head. The light of a bright moon shone in through the dark space so that I saw the night guard, Jorge, that caught me masturbating the other night and another guy with him looking at me.
"This is Max," Jorge nodded at the other guard. "He's been working outside in the day and switched to night shift in here. It's his first night and he's kind of nervous, so I was trying to reassure him that it wasn't that bad- just put the girls to bed and then relax."
Jorge paused then grinned. "I thought you could help reassure him."
I flushed again and looked down and then up at Max. His body was sexy and solid under his guard's uniform. I could tell he worked out a lot, his caramel skin thick at the forearms and taut everywhere else.
Before I had too much time to wonder, Jorge turned on his flashlight and pointed it at me in the cell.
He grinned with the power of it. "Show us your tits."
I squinted, temporarily blinded as the light went from my face to my chest.
I sighed softly, taking comfort that I couldn't see, knowing refusing would do no good. So far they were outside of the cell at least.
I removed my shirt.
Jorge grinned. "That's my slut," he crooned softly. "See what'd I tell ya?" he said to his friend.
"I think Max here needs a show. Help him relax and all," he said. "Play with your tits for us."
Embarrassed now that I could see their faces again, I saw Max's eyes go from my face back down to my tightening nipples as one hand slowly came up to brush them softly. His lips parted and his eyes came back to mine.
"That's good, slut," Jorge remarked brusquely. "But you don't do it quite right. Too gentle. Let me help," he said, inserting the key into the lock.
My eyes flicked between the two of them, not knowing what would happen with two guards entering my cell.
Max looked hesitant, but I could see his desire as he looked at my small white tits closer up. He stood a polite five feet away as Jorge grinned, putting down the flashlight and coming close.
"Julia likes it a bit rough," he smiled as he caressed my hair, glancing back at Max. "She just hasn't accepted that yet."
My eyes adjusted to the moonlight again, and I looked up at Jorge standing over me and saw Max's bulge just as Jorge took one nipple in his fingers and slowly applied pressure.
"Ohhh..." I groaned, leaning into it.
"That's it, slut," Jorge smiled down at me, petting my hair and pinching harder. I tried to hold back a cry. I didn't completely succeed.
"Here, have a feel," he nodded at Max, who was very clearly moved, but restraining himself as he watched.
Max hesitated, then took a step forward, then another, licking his full lips unconsciously. I bit my lower one in response and looked up at him, waiting.
"She needs it, man," Jorge said, his eyes drifting over my body. "Just look."
I couldn't deny it, much as I might want to, feeling my soaked panties.
Max's bulge was almost right in front of me, almost at eye level as he stood before my cot.
"You're very pretty," he said softly, as he quietly moved his hand to the sensitive nipple that Jorge just touched. Even his slight touch set it off and I trembled.
His eyes widened as he looked. His gaze flicked to Jorge, almost asking for permission or direction, I couldn't tell.
"I told you, she likes it rough," he said, as though he was bequeathing some major gift to this new guard.
Max raked his eyes over me and then slowly, testing, tightened his fingers. My breath caught, my body stilling in anticipation and pleasure. He saw it and his pelvis tilted towards me a bit in response, his fingers pinching more.
I started to groan when Jorge matched the action on my other breast. I gasped and cursed in pleasure.
Jorge smiled. "Wanna see how wet this stuff gets her?"
I felt as though he was showing off the features of a new toy, and knew he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
Max faintly nodded.
Jorge grinned, tightening his fingers then releasing, nodding at me.
"Go ahead then."
I lifted and slipped my pants and underwear down my legs as expected, settling again, looking between them in anticipation.
Max's eyes went to my pussy then my breasts, and I could see his hunger and excitement, though he held it well, not totally sure what he was allowed to do.
At eye level with two good bulges, I was already starting to guess.
"Now, if you have any doubt about Julia wanting and being into this, check out her pussy. Take a feel," Jorge smiled at me confidently.
I shifted on the bed. Max's hesitation was starting to disappear. A half-second passed before he leaned close, his hand drifting down my side and then to my thighs. Then I felt it between my legs, ticklingly soft as it trailed up to my pussy, my legs parting to give him access.
He noted that compliance, the lack of resistance, and he looked at me then. I felt a rush of desire at how close his face was, knowing he would feel my wetness in seconds.
His hand found my pussy and we both sighed as he felt how wet I was.
"Oh god," was all he said before leaning forward and possessing my mouth with his, kissing me hard, his tongue pushing in as his fingers did the same.
I whimpered against his mouth and felt the sound fill him even more power and confidence.
He kissed me so hard that it made me lean back on the cot. He easily pushed his body against mine, making me fall back, giving him further access as he covered my body with his larger one.
He settled his weight onto his knees between my legs as his head drifted down from my lips to find my nipple. I arched as he sucked on my nipple and his fingers expertly played with my pussy .
My body squirmed, trying to relief. He watched me seriously, as if studying my desire and then slid down lower.
