I overslept for the first time since I'd entered prison. It wasn't until I heard someone call my name outside my cell that I finally jerked awake.
I sat up, bleary-eyed, rubbing my hair back as Trevor, a black guard in his early forties looked at me. I rubbed my eyes and tasted the pleasure of last night still faintly. I ran my tongue along my full lips remembering it.
Trevor stared.
I wasn't totally surprised, since I'd long since known I was his type. The clothes they gave us were not altogether flattering, but they in no way concealed that I have the kind of ass that black men love. And on an otherwise small white girl, no less.
But it wasn't my ass that he was focused on as I sat up in bed getting my bearings still. Not even my tits. In fact, it seemed like his eyes were focused on my lips, or just below it.
"Julia?" he said softly.
"Yes?" I asked, startled at his tone.
"You haven't had any problems here, have you? It's been alright, right?"
I blinked and thought of the night guard's hand on my head, felt his thrusts into my eager mouth from the night before. I bit my lip softly without thinking.
"I'm sorry, I need to check something. A matter of policy," he muttered. He called to the other guards gathering prisoners to go ahead as he got the right key in the lock.
I grew nervous, not knowing what to expect as he entered my cell. Now, there is no such thing as privacy here in prison, but no one had ever entered my cell before.
He came close after locking the cell once more and leaned over my cot and me. I could smell the cologne on him.
I looked up at him, and could tell my dark round eyes were having an effect on him.
He tore his gaze away and seemed to focus on my chin. I tilted my head, puzzled, and starting to become self-conscious.
"You left some toothpaste on your face when you brushed last night," he said, reaching out to rub the white stain on my chin.
I flushed under his gaze and started at his touch.
He grinned.
"Mmm, that's okay, dedication to hygiene is very important. It's an admirable quality in a woman, in fact," he said thoughtfully. "And if you don't say that you're having any problems, you must have enjoyed it," he said, grinning again, looking at my petite body in front of him, the rest of the prison quarters evacuated.
He waited for a response as I stammered, making a show out of being willing to hear me out.
"I'll tell you what," he said as I looked up hopefully. "If you can look at my cock and not get wet or have your body react in any way, I'll unlock the door and we'll get you started on your day. However," he said, "if I see the slightest bit of arousal on your part, I will have to be a gentleman and help you with it."
He smiled, satisfied with his own deal.
God help me, I could already feel my body reacting in anticipation as my eyes drifted down of their own volition.
My eyes widened as I looked at his cock straining against his pants.
"Not just yet," he cautioned. "Before I take my cock out, I'm going to need to be able to see your body to watch for a reaction.
"That means," he continued, "that I need to be able to see your nipples to see if they're hardening... I need to see if your flesh is reddening... and most importantly, I need to be able to check that pussy of yours to see if it's getting wet and swelling."
I must have let out a small sound in response, as all of those things seemed to happen as he described it.
He smiled kindly. "Should I help you, or have you got it?"
He laughed as I swatted his hands away, starting to pull my shirt over my head, grumbling slightly.
I consoled myself with hearing his sharp inhale as he looked at my exposed small tits, even though I was partially turned away.
I bent over a bit as I tugged down my pants reluctantly.
I could feel his eyes linger on my ass as I had many times before, though he had never gazed at me naked or in a room alone together.
