The Prison Guards Whore

Lila sits on the dirty floor, her left hand creeping toward her filthy genitals. Her right hand tinkers with her long black hair, strategically covering her bare bosoms. She groans; her sheer black stocking-clad legs spread increasingly wider until her hips ache. She lifts her red and black pouf skirt over waist, leaving an eyeful. She gets into position, leaning against the cement wall behind her. Her left hand slowly inches closer until at last, she feels sensation. Jackpot! She moans loudly.

She sophisticatedly uses her hand to tease her inner parts, varying the frequency, intensity, and location of her touch. An upward, pressured stroke on the clitoris, a whispering finger tracing down her vulva. Seemingly consumed by the sensations of her own body, she pretends not to notice the guard ogling her nether regions. She eventually tires of her performance and catches his eye smiling. He looks away immediately, turning bright shade of red.

"You need to stop that," he barks.

"Oh really," she wickedly teases, "your body doesn't want me to stop," eyeing his hardening manhood. She roars with laughter. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy the show," spreading her legs wider.

"How dare you," the guard retorts. "Let's be clear: I have the power," taking out his keys and shaking them in her direction.

We'll see about that, she muses. She begins opening and closing her legs vigorously. Her touches intensify and her moans louden. The guard tries to ignore her, but can't help glancing at her writhing body.

She looks back at the guard with a smirk. "I might even let you touch me if you behave. Now come here, you know you want to."

The guard looks conflicted. His head tells him to stay put, while his body pushes him toward the woman. He pauses and breathes. She moans louder. He looks at her again. He sees her wetness, magically pulling him toward her. Then suddenly he catches a whiff of her juices. His resistance fades almost instantly; he walks toward her hypnotically.

She cackles, "That's a good little man." He walks to the entrance of her cell and stops, his mind and body fighting with each other.

She adds, "You just want to stand there? You're not man enough to even try and get a taste". He groans again, torn between his heads. He looks around restlessly. No one is there. His body whispers to him: get that pussy. He uneasily pulls the keys out of his pocket, his hands shaking. He looks around again. She senses his hesitation and begins moaning louder, this time looking directly at him.

At last, the guard puts the keys into position and opens the door handle, stepping inside. He makes a motion to close the door.

"You think you can satisfy me more than this floor? Then come here," she barks, "now". He obeys her command like an obedient dog, running toward her and leaving the door ajar.

He nears her corner and stands to her face to face. He hastily begins pulling his pants down. She barks again, "What do you think you are doing exactly? These holes have to be earned. Pull your pants back up." He pulls up his pants, completely in her control. She continues, "And put your hands up in the air."

The guard says fixated on her genitals. His cock nearly explodes, his own juices wetting the seat of his pants. He attempts to touch himself to ease the sensations.

Lila takes immediate notice. "What do you think you are doing? If I see even a finger on you're dick, you've lost the opportunity lay even a finger on me," she retorts. Quickly and fearfully, he puts his hands back in the air.

"Good boy," she mocks him, "you deserve a treat for that". She pulls her finger out of her vagina and motion to him to come over. "Wouldn't you like a little taste?"

The guard gets onto his knees and scrambles over, hands still in the air and cock hard. He lowers his head and opens his mouth. She sticks her finger in his mouth. "Good boy," she says, "suck it like a lollipop." She laughs to her self.

He carefully explores her middle finger with his tongue, discerning every ridge, bone, fold. "That feels good. At least you're a decent sucker," she cackles again.

As he nears the end of her juices, she suddenly pulls her finger out of his mouth. Perplexed by her gesture, he begins to eye her other erogenous zones, making his way to her now exposed breasts.

"Not so fast," she says, putting her foot on his dick. His eyes become consumed with lust, fixated on her body. He pauses. She continues rubbing her foot against his dick. "You'll have more fun if you sit against the barred wall."

Completely enslaved by his lust, he moves toward the bars. "Good boy," she coos. She straddles him, her wetness sitting on his pants. She pulls his hands up in the air and feels into his pockets, caressing his dick in the process. She pulls out an object and tucks it into her skirt.

The guard seems to regain exposure. "What are you doing," he says alarmed. She rubs her finger against her genitals then puts it against his lips. "Shhhh," she whisper into his ear, rubbing her exposed breast down his lips to his chest. She then pulls her skirt up, fully exposing her pussy. The guard goes into a trance, ogling her lady bits. She pulls out the handcuffs she got from his pockets, binding him to the cell wall with one hand while self-pleasuring herself with the other a few inches from his face. She smiles wickedly.

Lila grabs the guard's watch. "Well, might as well have a little fun before it's time to go home," she muses. She again sits on the guard's lap, this time in boat pose, with ass on his crotch, legs in the air, and feet resting on his shoulders.

"You've been such a good boy, I have to give you a treat," she says. She wets her hands with her pussy juices then rubs her hands across her feet. She slowly rubs her toe against the guard's lips. "You deserve a taste," she says, slowly opening his mouth with her foot. Inhaling and tasting the pussy juices, he begins licking her foot vigorously with his tongue.

She groans, grinding her naked pussy across his pants. Her grunts and his licks grow more rapid. Suddenly, she feels wetness beneath her ass. The licking and grunting cease. A quiet smile leaves the guard's lips and his eyes close.

Minutes pass. Lila slowly extricates her foot from the guard's mouth and lifts herself from his body. She pulls her skirt down, adjusts her stockings, and covers her breasts again with her long hair. She begins to move when she suddenly turns back. She quietly unzips the guard's pants and pull his softened cock out of his underwear, leaving it exposed.

She smiles wickedly to herself. A little surprise for the guard's friends. She checks his watch again. Only a few minutes until the next set of guards come out.

She scurries to the exist, pushing the door open and walking out. She looks back and sees the guard asleep with a content look on his face. She smiles to herself. "I only negotiate win-win," she says. And with that she runs off, never to be seen again in those parts.