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On cue he slaps my other cheek, his rough, calloused hand not moving as he squeezes my ass hard, kneading my ass cheek before he leans in, nibbles on my earlobe and his gravely voice warns, "You know what happens to little girls who steal?"
I'm panting now, my body on fire. I can feel my juices flowing, coating my thighs as I whimper, "No, officer. What happens to them?"
"They get their little asses spanked."
I cry out as his hand comes down again, the sting of it burning through me, lighting up my entire body.
"That's for being a dirty little thief. That's right. And I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson this time."
Another slap and I'm moaning, my hips undulating as I try to get some friction on my clit. I need him to touch me. To help me find my release. But he doesn't and I'm left to my own devices.
"Please, officer. Touch me. Make me come."
"I'll touch you when I'm ready and not a moment before. Now keep quiet unless you want another punishment."
I whimper as his hand comes down again, on a different part of my ass. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, the sting making my eyes water. But I still can't stop myself from begging.
"Please, officer. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just please touch me. Make me come."
"As long as you're being a good girl and apologizing, I'll touch you."
His hand slides through my legs, his first two fingers gliding over my clit. I'm so wet, so slick, that his fingers slide easily over me, circling my engorged nub and then dipping into my pussy. I'm moaning now, my body shaking as I come closer and closer to orgasm.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel your pussy tighten around my fingers."
I come hard, my body shuddering as the orgasm rocks through me. I can feel my juices spilling over his fingers and he doesn't stop, keeps stroking me until I'm completely spent. Only then does he finally pull his hand away and I collapse against him, my body boneless and weak.
"Good girl," he whispers, his hand coming down to pet me gently. "You deserved that orgasm. Now let's get you cleaned up and back to your cell."
"My cell?" I ask, completely confused. I thought this was my ultimate fantasy, but has this masculine man taken over, or was that some sort of Freudian slip?
"You don't speak to an officer unless he speaks to you first. Understand?"
"But I--"
"Clearly you haven't learned your lesson."
With one hand he grabs the foot of the bed and spins it like its heavy weight is irrelevant.
Still cuffed to the bed my body swings sideways so quickly that I roll over onto my back, the strain of the cold, metal cuffs around my wrist willing me to right my posture, rolling back onto my knees as I grab at the iron bars of my bed frame with clenched fists.
He moves in front of me, pinches his zipper in-between his thumb and forefinger, and yanks it down.
Undoing his belt, he sits it down on the nightstand, the considerable heft of it gone, he's able to unclasp the top of his pants and free his cock, whipping out his thick inches, his bulbous crown dripping with precome.
"Quick," he says, looking from side to side. "Before the warden catches me or we wake the other inmates."
This man has gone from restrained to coo-coo in a matter of fifteen minutes, and I fuckin' love it.
He punches his hips forward, shooting his dick through the bars and I stare down his monstrous stick for one second, admiring his beautiful, circumcised length before I slide my head forward and take as much of him as I can inside his mouth, gagging immediately.
"Quiet," he warns. "You're going to wake the other guards."
My toes curl and my cunt clenches as I slide my head back and forth, my cuffed hands gripping the bars just inches below his fat cock, which threatens to spill at any second in the back of my throat.
He tips his head back and starts moaning. "Keep going you naughty little girl. You keep giving this officer mind-blowing head, you might get special privileges."
"Like extra time in the prison shower to play with myself?" I gargle into his flesh.
