Marcus
This girl has just given me the best blow job of my life.
Suddenly, jail just doesn't seem so bad.
I never dreamed I'd be inside of a cell, but being in here with Katy is like a fantasy come true.
The fact that she can look so fucking beautiful in a jailhouse uniform just amazes me. Her slim frame and perfect tits somehow make the outfit seem complementary. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm really falling for her so that I see her in a nice light no matter what, even within the cinderblock cage we find ourselves.
She introduced me to this world in the perfect way—by giving me the best blowjob in the history of man. She sucked my cock like it was the source of eternal life. She took it down her throat so fucking deep like she just couldn't get enough.
What she doesn't yet know is that I haven't had enough. While I may not have handcuffs, I do have the strength of my own muscles to keep her tied down while I fuck her brains out.
This thin mattress is not much of a bed, but at least they've dimmed the lights enough to give us some privacy. I'm about to make it known to her that I will claim her anywhere I damn well desire, even here.
In truth, I know she's aching for it. That's what the blowjob was all about. She's looking at me with her beautiful wide eyes, and I know she's just hoping to feel my cock inside of her before our stint in jail is up.
I'm not one to leave a girl hanging, and so I start to kiss her. I gently bite her lips, and then my hand feels for her perfect tit.
I find it, but the uniform does nothing to turn me on. It needs to go. All I want is to have her skin flushed up on my own without the constraint of fabric.
"Put your hands up over your head," I order.
She does as I say and I lift the shirt up over her head so that she's only wearing a bra.
"Take it off," I say.
She easily undoes the clasp with one hand and soon her beautiful tits are out for me to see in the dim light of the jail cell.
“You’re beautiful.” I murmur the words almost to myself.
I’ll just never get enough of her. Of that I'm sure.
My cock hardens uncomfortably, and I know I'll only find relief when it's inside of her. But first, I want to make her come...hard.
I bend down and start sucking one of her nipples. I twist the other between my fingers, and I feel them harden at my attention. She fucking loves that.
Again, the world around us fades, and it’s just us.
The hard and cold atmosphere of the cell only adds to my lust. I suck on her tits for a very long time before sliding my hand down her pants. I feel her luscious pussy sopping wet for me.
“You’re so wet, Katy. You know what that does to me,” I say.
She shudders a little under my touch. I can tell that she wants it...bad. I push her back gently so that she’s lying on the thin mattress. Then I pull her scratchy pants off her body. She’s wide open for me.
I bend down and start to eat her out. There’s something so sexy about this happening in jail.
“Keep your hands above your head,” I command.
She does it, though I know she’s dying to squirm away from my touch because she knows I’m about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm for her. I insert a couple of fingers.
She holds the metal bar of the bedframe and tries to steady herself as my tongue finds it its way inside of her. She tastes so sweet and lovely. Her pussy is so tight even around my tongue.
I find her clit and tongue it until it opens up out of hiding. She’s blossomed and ready for me.
I insert my fingers inside of her and easily find her G-spot. I slide my forefinger over it and feel the familiar rough texture. She moans, and I cup her mouth with my free hand so that her sounds of ecstasy don’t give us away to the guard.
The last thing I need is to be separated from her in here.
She bites down on my fingers, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind is to make her come in here so hard. I move my fingers over her G-spot while my thumb circles her clit. I vacillate between touching her clit with my thumb and using my tongue to ensure she explodes.
She’s aching for it. One of her hands makes its way through my hair.
I pull up to admonish her. “No, baby, keep it above your head.”
Then I twist and pull her nipple some more to keep her nice and aroused. Her hands are above her head as I torment her tit.
I know all she wants is the feeling of my cock deep within her. But first, I have to tease her a little bit.
I move back to my mission between her legs. She’s so fucking wet now that it’s all I can do to suck all of the juices out of her.
At last, she comes, and I can feel it by the way her pussy clenches down in my hand. Also, she’s biting my fingers that are across her mouth. It’s hard to be stealthy in here when there’s a guard just outside the door.
“Baby, shhh,” I whisper.
I doubt she even hears my words because she’s gone into the realms of bliss, the cosmos, the clouds. One thing is for sure—she’s no longer here with me in this dirty fucking cell.
I admire her flight into bliss and am anxious for the next step. It’s time that she feels me inside of her. It’s time that she gets what she wants, which is my large cock forcing its way into her tiny little cunt.
She came so hard, and now she’s ready. I like to make her come once before I enter her because then she comes so easily just by the feel of my cock. And above all, I like to make sure that she experiences the most amount of pleasure possible.
The fact that she can come again and again and works towards my advantage. To exhaust her and to make her body feel so thoroughly fucked by me is always my focus.
I lie next to her for a few minutes, letting her catch up. She needs a second to rest after that intense orgasm.
"Marcus, that was intense," she says. "I bet you do that to all the girls."
I look at her intently and say, "No, baby, it's only you now. You're the only one."
My words make her delightfully happy, and she pulls me in for a tender kiss. There's hardly any room for me on this tiny mattress, but I know that we're going to make the most of it.
She takes her hand and pushes my pants down off my body. I pull the uniform shirt up and off so that my abs are exposed.
She looks down and admires the view. And yet she has a hungry expression on her face. I know she wants and is craving more. And trust me, I'm not about to disappoint her.
How often do you get to fuck inside of a jail, after all?
I'm assuming this will be the only time for us, but of course, you never know with Katy. And so I'm going to make the most of it, and I'm going to ensure that she remembers this moment forever.
There's something hot about the grittiness of our environment and the nature of our love.
I hold her close to my chest and for a while, we lie like this, both getting our bearings to prepare for the next round.
Things between us are always intense, and I know she's thinking about that too. Every time we make love, it's like the universe expands or something.
I know it will be like that now, and I'm just getting ready for the full force of what it will mean to fuck Katy in this crazy environment.
I wish like hell I could grab those cuffs off the guard outside. Nothing would be hotter than to have her handcuffed in here. I make a mental note to buy the sturdiest of handcuffs I can find for when we get out.
For the time being though, I put her hands up above her head again and hold them in place so that she can't move.
"Do you want me, Katy?" I ask, though I know the answer already.
I just like to hear her say it.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Do you want me to fuck you in here?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"Do you want it harder than ever? Shall I make you pay for landing me in jail?"
"Yes."
We stare at each other for a long, hard moment, and the fireworks are just about to begin.