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But Heaven didn’t care about any of that. All she cared about was, her payment—in money, in commissary, in contraband, in extra privileges—nothing more, nothing less.
She had a cell full of commissary. And between the prison 7-Eleven she ran and her rent-to-use dildo service, she was doing very well for herself. She’d even been able to add four new items to her sex toy inventory—thanks to Officer Rawlings.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to see him as much since the move, but he kept minutes on her phone and they spoke whenever possible. Most recently, she’d started sending him nude videos of her in her cell fucking herself with the dildo molded from his cock that he’d given her. And it happened to be the only dildo she used (and didn’t rent out).
Tonight she’d gotten a hundred dollars and cable zip ties from Corbet—under the pretense that she wanted him to fulfill her fantasy of being secured to her bunk, her wrists and ankles tethered tightly, edging toward painful, yet, dangling on the edge of sadistic pleasure.
That’s what she’d told him.
And Martinez, he’d managed to bring her two pints of Hennessy and six Carolina Reapers—a bright red pepper with a scorpion tail that was a cross between a Pakistani Naga and a red Habanero that was bred in South Carolina.
The Hennessy was for her wild child friend Clitina, who had finally gotten her wish and had been sent to 4 East after she’d finished her fifteen days in solitary for fighting Sabina.
And as far as the six bright red peppers that had a sweet fruity flavor and enough demon heat to burn out an asshole. Well, she knew exactly whose asshole she had in mind to use them on.
Clemmons’.
The warden hadn’t transferred her as she’d asked her to, so Heaven decided to deal with her roguish-ass her way. She planned on making a paste with the peppers, and then . . . well—by the time Heaven finished with Clemmons, her clit and cunt and the inner part of her walls would be enflamed.
She smiled over Corbet’s cock, sweet anticipation blooming in the center of her cunt. “Aah, yeah, freaky bitch,” he groaned, his lusty stare locked down in his lap as she licked over the head of his dick. He was uncircumcised—a first for her. But she was glad the foreskin slid all the way back.
She had yet to see it in a flaccid state, which was fine for her. All she had to do was breathe on the horny fuck and his dick hardened, its skin stretched back like a tight tarp over his shaft.
“Mm,” she moaned in response, her head bobbing back and forth from one dick to the other. Both were thick and long. And heavy. And ribbed with veins. Mm—God, yes, yes, yes . . . Lots and lots of winding veins along the top of their shafts that she trailed with her tongue, leaving wet streaks up and down the length of them.
Martinez’s cockhead was shaped like a large stuffed mushroom. And leaked lots of precum that tasted sweet and salty, like a PayDay candy bar. Corbet’s dickhead, on the other hand, was a giant, plum-shaped head . . .
“Yeah, that’s right, you slutty lil’ cunt,” Martinez hissed. “Suck that fat black cock.” She swirled her tongue over Corbet’s piss slit, then shifted her head and slid her tongue over Martinez’s as she stroked them both in each hand.
“Fuck, yeah, baby . . . nasty bitch,” Corbet murmured on a groan.
She sucked and popped, sucked and popped, each dick in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue over their piss slits, collecting the sticky treat that endlessly drizzled out.
God, she hated these crude, disrespectful bastards, especially Corbet’s misogynist ass. But she loved sucking their tasty dicks. And loved whe
n they talked dirty. When they called her slutty names and treated her like a dirty cum-whore—only when she was down on her knees. Upright, she had a problem with it.
It heightened her mental foreplay, skyrocketed her arousal. And made her wet—oh so, very, very . . . wet.
Tonight she felt sluttier than she’d ever felt, and she wanted to be fucked as such. She wanted them both to fuck her raw and deep, taking turns fucking her deep in her pussy until it burned and she screamed and begged. She wanted them fucking her in her ass, pumping into the loose heat, stretching it out like the Lincoln Tunnel, her asshole fucked open wide enough for a small fist—or double-dick fucking.
Yes, God, yes . . . she wanted it dirty. She wanted, needed, her pussy licked from slit to clit, her ass tongued, and to be fucked from the back on all fours with both of her arms pulled back like horse reins. She wanted it rough. She wanted her hair pulled and her ass spanked, hard, until it reddened and bruised . . .
Sadly, none of that would happen. The grimy fuckers only wanted head with lots of spit tonight. She groaned over Martinez’s cock—in frustration, in hunger, in greedy need—as her hand slid up and down Corbet’s shaft while she sucked and sucked Martinez; his thick, throbbing cock, pulsing in her mouth.
Martinez grunted. “Ah, sí, sí . . . oh Dios . . . fuck . . .”
Heaven’s pussy clenched. Her sweet, musky scent billowed out from beneath the desk, engulfing the room.
“Damn, bitch,” Officer Corbet said, his dick pulsing in agitation that this fucking whore was spending more time on his partner’s dick than his. “Get that greedy little mouth over here on my dick, too.”
Heaven gave him the side-eye; her focus solely on making Martinez’s toes curl in his boots as her mouth brought him to the edge of ecstasy. Then pushed him over.
She’d take care of him next.
“Fuck, fuck . . . sí, sí . . .”
Martinez howled low in his throat as Heaven sucked and sucked, his toes curling as a gusher of cum burst out his slit, splattering the back of her throat. He ground his hips, then gripped the arms on either side of his chair as his hips rose and his body shook.
