I never really thought I had a thing for bad boys despite the fact that I always had a thing for bad boys. Bikers, graffiti artists, guys with shaved heads, tattoos, gimme a dude with dirty hands, a white tee-shirt rolled up at the sleeves and a cigarette hangin’ outta his mouth and my pussy is wetter than a sexy blonde’s tongue after licking my clit with her fingers up my cunt.
So the other day, like no joke hornier than I ever knew I could be because I hadn’t had a COCK inside of my vagina for 17 hours and 23 minutes, I went to visit my brother in prison. I was wearing tight leggings that showed off my ass, thigh-high black boots and a low-cut tank top, because, well, you never who you’re going to meet on the way to or from prison. And it was a nice day.
The guards who probably hadn’t seen any real live tits were all lookin’ at me as I pull my BMW through the gate. The top’s down, my long red hair is flowing over my sun-kissed shoulders.
“I’m here to see __________ _________,” I told them my brother’s name. They told me to sit down and I couldn’t help but notice everyone in the waiting room checking me out.
I mean, I was hot, for sure, but I was so stupid horny it was ridiculous, and I knew for sure that they could SMELL it between my legs.
They called me back and I made sure to walk like a lady so that they could check out my beautiful ass, the one I got from kickboxing.
As I’m sitting in the visiting room chatting with my brother, this cholo Mexican dude with a shaved head keeps looking over at me. He had tattoos all over his body, on his neck, his ears, his scalp. He looked horny and he could smell my wet little pussy needing some dick that’s for sure.
I said goodbye to my bro and when I get home that night I get a collect call from the prison.
“Hey yo, ______ ,” my brother said on the other end. “Do you remember that homie in the visiting room? He kept lookin’ at you and all?”
“Yes.”
“Well, he was asking bout chu, and I told him what you do for a living… you know the phone sex thing… and he got super turned on… and he was wondering… if you could pay him a visit.”
“Oh yeah?”
“He’s right here, if you wanna talk to him.”
My brother put his homie on the phone. I was excited yet surprised that my little brother was pimping me out. I actually got so turned on by it that my twat started drippin a lil’ bit and I was flicking my clit while on the phone with the dude.
“I’m playing with myself,” I told him. “My fingers are rubbing my clit,” I heard him drop the phone. “And now I’m slowly shoving them into my pussy. I’m really wet.”
“Yo you gotta let me make you cum girl,” he said in his Mexican accent. “I’ll put my tongue all over your pussy. I’ll lick you like you never gon’ forget.”
“I dare you,” I said.
“I got a long tongue. Like a snake. I’ll stick it up inside of you til I can taste your intestines.”
I got a little choked up at that.
“OHHHHHH,” I moaned. “Dip your fingers in my asshole while you finger bang me. And then…” I was panting… “Bite my nipples. Stuff something of yours in every single hole I have. Make me airtight.”
“I wanna drip my cum all over your tongue girl.”
“I-,” was about to cum myself, “I wanna cum on your tongue… I… I… I’m cumming…”
I panted and the phone fell from my ear. I spread my legs open wider and rubbed my clit harder. My head fell back and I exploded all over my sheets, my pillow, even a little bit on my phone.
I picked it up, out of breath, but he was gone.
Two days later I went to the prison. But not to visit my brother. I asked for homeboy. Told them I was his wife and I was there for a conjugal visit. I wore a short red skirt with my thigh-high boots, grey tights and a baby doll tee.
Homie was SO surprised I actually came and was even more stoked to receive a conjugal visit. Truth was, dude was married, but his wife never visited him and definitely never paid him little sex visits while he was stuck in prison.
I pushed him on the bed as soon as the warden closed the door and kissed him. I rubbed my hands all over the tattoos on his bald head and he was so hard he almost came just from my touch. He obviously hadn’t had been touched by a woman in quite a while, nor had he seen real live tits or touched a pussy. I practically ripped his jumpsuit off and got down on my knees between his legs. He grabbed my ass and I stuffed his cock down my throat. I gave him a fast and rough blowjob, so hard I was choking and spitting up and tears were falling from my eyes.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s so hot,” he said with his eyes closed. He came a little in my mouth from the head, and I pulled my lips away. I showed him the cum and licked my lips.
“You’re not done just yet,” I said and climbed on top of him. I pulled my tights down just a little and sat on his dick with my skirt still on.
“AHHHHH,” he moaned and blasted immediately into my pussy.
He pushed me over onto my side and this time HE got on HIS knees – he planted his face in my vagina and licked the shit out of it. Like he had never licked pussy before and it was the best ice cream he had ever tasted. He did it slow and he did it fast and he did it so well I juiced onto his tongue.
“Yeah baby, you like the taste of that?” I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it hard into my pussy.
“Smell that shit.”
Homie licked up all of my juice – every single bit of my wetness – and before I knew it I was on my hands and knees on the bed and he was banging me from behind. His fingers were opening up my asshole like I told him on the phone. He pulled his dick out for a second and bent over and licked it.
“Get in there.”
He obliged. He licked his fingers, stuck them in my asshole, then spread it open and stuffed his cock in there.
It was one, two, three pumps and he came again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and the room stunk.
A bell rang and our time was up. I rolled over onto my back and looked at him.
“My ass is dripping with your cum.”
“You’re dirty,” he smiled.
“Lick it.”
And he did. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, slid my back up and lapped up every little bit of his own cum from my clit to my asshole.
The door suddenly opened and two guards walked in on us.
“Time’s up, guys.”
They tried not to make it obvious that they were staring at me while I got dressed with my parts purposely in their plain view.
The Mexican dude slapped my ass as I walked out the door. I smelled like sex and I loved it.