Finally, I lay back, my chest rising and falling as my lungs attempted to keep up with the exertions of orgasm. His tongue flicked across my clit one last time, causing me to shudder, and then his mouth turned soft, kissing over the outside of my pussy, brushing through my curly pubes.
My hands loosened in his hair, and he shifted up, bringing his face to mine and kissing me hard. His tongue probed between my welcoming lips, and I tasted the musk of my arousal on him. The combination of his insistence, and the taste of my pussy, rekindled my inner fires, and I slid my arms up around his shoulders, my body coming back to life.
We kissed for a moment, then he shifted again, moving up to straddle my chest, his solid cock arching up proudly in front of me. I took it in my hand, stroking it gently, loving the feeling of urgent hardness under warm soft skin.
A small drop of pearly pre-cum oozed from the tip, and I used my thumb to spread it around, drawing a gasp of pleasure from his lips. He stared down at me in relaxed contentment, and our eyes met as I continued to pleasure him with my hand.
Gripping him tighter, I pulled his cock down so it lay between my breasts. When I pushed my tits together, they closed around his rigid shaft, and he began to rock his hips, sliding his dick through the soft skin. Each time his cock slid forward, it approached my mouth, and I spread my lips in invitation.
He got the message, and thrust harder, and his cockhead came close enough to kiss. I began to lick it, darting my tongue out each time it got close, and the taste of his musky maleness filled my senses. The head was swollen to shiny smoothness, and my tongue teased at the slitted hole, searching for more of his tangy flavor as his hairy ballsack tickled between my breasts.
Needing more of him, I let my breasts fall apart and gripped his root, aiming his cock directly at my mouth. He hunched forward, and I slid my lips around his bulbous knob, locking them behind the flared ridge. My tongue flicked and licked over that sensitive spot just below the tip, and he groaned out in pleasure as his cockhead swelled even tighter.
His tasty fluid continued to seep from the hole, and I lapped it away, loving the way it felt slick on my tongue. My other hand moved to his balls, caressing and rolling them in their loose sack, causing more moans of pleasure to come from above me.
He shifted his body forward, arching over me, and began to gently rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I tightened my lips and sucked him harder, turning my mouth into a cunt, allowing him to use me for his pleasure. The bumpy underside of his dick slid over my tongue, and the engorged head probed the back of my throat. To his credit, he didn’t try to force it deep, but instead pressed it just to the limit before sliding back out, giving my tongue a chance to lick at his drooling slit before plunging back in.
I wondered if he was going to come in my mouth, and I began to look forward to it, eagerly anticipating the salty, hot spurts. But a minute later he pulled out of me, and shifted back down between my spread legs, his cockhead bumping at the soft skin of my spread pussy.
Instinctively, my knees came up, my inner thighs sliding over his sides as I opened myself for him. My feet rested on his well-muscled ass, and I sighed as his cockhead nestled into my slick, welcoming entrance.
In the next instant, my sighs changed into pleasureful groans as he flexed his hips hard, driving his cock halfway into me. I leaned my head back and clutched at his shoulders as his urgent hardness stretched open my neglected cunt, giving me what I had been missing for so long.
“Uhhhhh,” I moaned, as he pulled back slightly and then thrust forward, sheathing himself completely into my clasping core. His cock reached a part of me my husband never had, and as my pussy gripped his thick root, his cockhead pressed against my cervix, sending delicious jolts of pleasure up my spine.
He held there for a moment as my cunt basted his cock with its slippery honey, and then began to slowly fuck me, sliding out through my tight grasp until just the head remained, and then pressing back inside, pushing apart my inner walls with its invading thickness.
I tightened my arms and pulled him down for a kiss, our tongues twining together as he found his rhythm, his hips rising and falling between my spread thighs, spearing his granite-like erection into my delicate flesh again and again.
His thickness stretched my inner labia to their limits, pulling my clit down against the top of his shaft, causing it to glide over his slick skin as he fucked and withdrew, sending sparks of pleasure shimmering through my body.
He continued to kiss me as he picked up speed, his cock making a lewd wet sound as it slid in and out of my grasping cunt. Our cries and moans filled the quiet room, increasing in intensity as the minutes passed.
“Ohhh,” I groaned, “fuck me. That’s it, fill me with your cock.”
His hard, lean body worked between my spread legs, driving my pleasure upward. My hands caressed his back, causing him to shiver when I ran my fingernails down his sides and then up onto his ass, gripping his flexing muscles, urging him to fuck me harder.
Like a thoroughbred, he responded to my touch, slamming his hips down against my upturned thighs, driving his cock into me in vicious thrusts. My cunt twisted and spasmed, clutching at his invading hardness, trying to keep it inside its slippery fist-like grip. He thrust and withdrew, stretching me wide and then leaving me empty, over and over.
I felt my climax beginning deep inside me, and I began to whine low in my throat. He heard it and growled in response, whipsawing his cock in and out of my pussy, churning my fluids, slapping his balls against my puckered ass.
My whine increased in pitch, and my fingernails dug into the skin of his ass cheeks. Coherent thought left me, replaced by the lust for more pleasure, as small explosions of bliss went off in my head.
“Uhh, uhhh, uhhh,” I grunted in time with his hard thrusts, and his breath was matching mine, hot and harsh against my skin. I knew he was going to join me in orgasm, and it was only a question of who would get there first.
I slid a finger down into the crack of his ass, searching for his tight ring. Finding it, I centered my finger on the raised rim and then pushed hard, feeling his tight resistance give way as I popped inside to my first knuckle.
His reaction was immediate, as he stiffened and began to convulse, pressing his cock deep and lodging it tight within me. He groaned loudly in my ear as his cock jerked hard in my grip, and I felt his warmth spurting into me, spraying my womb with his seed.
It was exactly what I needed, and my climax exploded inside of me, bursting like a super-nova. I cried out loudly, babbling out my pleasure as my body thrashed beneath his pinning weight, my cunt pulsing and spasming around his jetting cock. My arms and legs clutched at him, holding us tightly together as we shared our mutual pleasure.
Finally, the storm ebbed, and his weight relaxed down into my warm embrace. His cock slackened but remained in me, dribbling out the last of its cream as my pussy quivered around it. His breath was warm against my ear as we recovered from our ecstasy, clinging to each other as aftershocks rippled through us.
After a few minutes he lifted his head and looked down at me. A soft smile curled onto his lips.
“That was incredible,” he said.
I smiled. “Oh god, how I needed that.”
“You are so beautiful.”
He kissed me deeply, and we continued to hold each other, enjoying the closeness. He rolled onto his back and I followed him, snuggling against his muscular body. We dozed for a bit, but he woke me with urgent kisses, and we made love again, this time more slowly, with me riding him to my climax before he rolled us back over and fucked me until he came.
My husband eventually found his desire for me again, and I was happy, but I continued to be with Matt whenever I could. And when I couldn’t, I allowed him to watch my husband and me. Just knowing he was out there watching added so much pleasure to the act. And although he broke up with Dina, there were plenty of other girls, and he let me watch them all.
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“ID, please?”
I placed my driver’s license in the tray at the bottom of the bulletproof glass window, where the guard retrieved it and held it up, scrutinizing the details.
“For the record,” he said, “you are Miss Katie Harding of San Diego, California, age nineteen?”
“Yes.”
“Have you completed the visitors form?”
I held up the white two-sided form. “Yes.”
“Pass it under.”
I did as he asked, and after he studied it for a moment, he said, “I see you’ve visited here before, Miss Harding. Do you need me to go over the rules?”
“No, I got them.” This was my sixth visit in the past six months, but I still got nervous coming here.
“Then give me a few minutes to print your pass. This pass will allow you to both enter and exit the prison. An officer will hold it for you while you’re visiting the prisoner, but other than that you must have it on you at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Have a seat on the bench.”
“Thank you.”
Five minutes later I had my pass, and a guard led me down the hall to one of the search rooms. Inside was a female prison guard who looked to be around six feet tall and two-hundred pounds.
After the door closed, she said, “Any hidden jewelry or such? Studs or piercings?”
“No.”
“Any prosthetics, artificial joints, or pacemaker?”
“No.”
“Any metal in your clothing, such as an underwire bra?”
“No.”
“Are you aware that taking any unauthorized items into a federal prison is a felony? That includes but is not limited to drugs and weapons?”
“Yes.”
“And do you submit willingly to being searched?”
“Yes.”
“According to law, I must inform you that any of your activities while inside the prison may be video recorded. Do you agree to this?”
“Yes.”
She picked up a search wand from a table, and turned it on. As she slowly passed it over the front of my body, and then the back, I listened for the familiar beep that denoted the presence of metal. I’d heard it the first time I came here, when I’d forgotten to remove my clit ring. The embarrassment that had caused ensured I never forgot it again.
After the wand she patted me down, searching for any obvious lumps beneath my knee-length pleated skirt. Finally she went to the door and opened it.
“This officer will take you to the visiting room.”
“Thank you.”
Five minutes later I was sitting in the visiting room waiting for them to bring my brother in. Several small desks along with plastic chairs were scattered around the room, and a few of them were occupied by other visitors and the prisoners they’d come to see, all of them talking quietly.
At the front of the room a guard watched from an elevated glass-walled booth, while a few of his fellow officers walked quietly around the room, sometimes pausing to listen in on the conversations going on.
My brother didn’t belong here. He was a good guy who happened to get involved with the wrong people. He’d gone to school to be an accountant, and had gotten a job soon after graduating. Two years later a friend of his told him that he could make some extra money by helping his uncle invest some cash he had lying around. Scott had no idea that the guy was one of the local mob bosses, and he was actually laundering money for him.
When the police moved in, Scott was swept up along with it. He told them everything he knew, but the federal district attorney believed he was holding back some secret Swiss accounts, and wanted to know what they were. Since Scott didn’t know the answer, they prosecuted, and he received a two-year sentence.
The door opened and they led my brother in wearing his orange jumpsuit. He looked thinner than he had a month ago, but he smiled when he saw me. I stood, and we hugged briefly. We were allowed two such close contacts during the visit, one at the beginning, and one at the end. Other than that, we were only allowed to touch hands.
“Hey, Katie,” he said as he sat in the chair on the other side of the table.
“Hi, Scott. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. A lot.”
“Mom says to say hello.”
He nodded. “I wish she would come.”
“She said she can’t bear to see you like this.”
“I know.”
“Only six more months before you have a chance of parole,” I said hopefully.
He shook his head. “That’s not going to happen. They still think I know something, so I’m not going to get paroled unless I give up the information.”
“But you don’t know anything.”
“I try to tell them that, but they just won’t listen. They’re in here at least once a week, telling me that all I have to do is give them the account numbers and I could walk out with them. You know how hard that is, when I have no clue what they are?”
I reached over and gripped his hand. “You have to stay strong, Scott.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I smiled. “How’s your hobby going?”
His face brightened. “It’s going well. I think you’re going to like it.”
“I’m sure I will. Each one is special.”
We talked for twenty more minutes, with him telling me about his plans for when he got out, and me telling him about my new job, and the guys I’d been dating.
Finally, one of the guards walking around came to our table and said, “Time to wrap things up here.”
Scott and I both stood.
“So I guess I’ll see you next month,” he said.
“I’ll be here.”
“I love you, Katie.”
I smiled. “I love you too, Scott.”
We leaned over the table and hugged briefly, and I felt him press the object into my hand. I closed my fingers loosely around it as we leaned back.
Another guard came over and led Scott away. The procedure was that visitors had to wait in the visiting room until the prisoner they visited was thoroughly searched, ensuring that nothing was being smuggled into the prison. They weren’t concerned about things being smuggled out, so they didn’t bother to search the visitors afterwards.
As I sat waiting I fussed with the straps of my bra, making it seem like I was uncomfortable. At one point I undid the top button of my blouse and reached inside, pretending to undo a kink in the strap. I took the opportunity to push the object down between my bra and my breast, leaving it there as I extracted my hand.
A few minutes later one of the guards came over and said, “Here’s your pass. Follow me to the processing station.”
I stood and trailed him out of the room, walking down the long hall that was painted light green. As much as I loved my brother, I couldn’t wait to get outside under the blue sky and breathe some fresh oxygen. Just being in this place for less than an hour made me never want to do anything that would cause me to be locked up inside here.
At the processing station, I had to place my hand under an ultraviolet lamp, revealing the ink stamp that’d been placed there when I came in. I’d just pulled it back when a firm hand encircled my bicep.
“Miss Harding, I need you to come with me.”
I turned to see who had a hold of me, and my eyes opened wide. It was a very large man in a black suit and a serious expression on his face. I felt my stomach flutter. This was something different.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Just come with me.”
“My visit’s over. I want to go home.”
His jaw tightened. “Come with me. I’m not asking.”
My stomach was doing flips as he pulled me away, leading me to a door. Opening it, we started down a long hallway.
“What’s going on?” I said.
He ignored me and kept walking, keeping his hand firmly around my arm. We went down a flight of stairs and then another l
ong hall, and my sense of claustrophobia increased.
“Where are you taking me?”
Once again he didn’t reply, and we finally came to a door that he opened with a key, then locked behind us after we entered. In the room, there was a desk and two chairs and not much else.
“Miss Harding,” he said, turning to me, “I’m Special Agent Dalton with the FBI’s organized crime unit.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a leather case, unfolding it to briefly display his badge before replacing it in his pocket.
“Why am I here?”
“We believe your brother is holding back information that is important to our investigation, so we’ve been keeping him under surveillance.”
“He doesn’t know anything.”
“Miss Harding, your visit today was video recorded, and the video shows that you may be an accomplice.”
I stared at him in surprise. “What?”
“You were seen accepting contraband from a federal prisoner. Are you aware that’s a felony, Miss Harding?”
My eyes got wide as my stomach churned. “No, that’s not–”
“I’m going to need to search you.”
My mind continued to reel. This couldn’t be happening. “You can’t do that.”
He reached into his other breast pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “We knew that Scott would somehow try to pass what he knew onto his former employers, but we weren’t sure how. Most of the time it’s done through visitors who come to see the prisoner. And you’re the only one who’s come to see him. This is a warrant signed by a federal judge allowing me to search you. So yes, I can do this.”
I shook my head. “You’ve got it all wrong.”
“Bend over and grab the edge of the desk.”
“What?”
“Like I said, Miss Harding, you’re facing federal charges. If you don’t start complying, I’m going to be forced to arrest you. Is that what you want?”
“No, but–”
“Then bend over and grab the desk,” he said forcefully. He placed his hand on my back and pushed firmly, and I leaned over and gripped the desk. His hands moved to the waistband of my skirt and undid the button.
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