Prison Sex Stories.

Prison Sex Stories.

So, let me begin with my prison sex story. It’s a tale as old as time. I never eXXXpected to end up in the joint. Right? Well, not so fast. I knew it was a risk traveling from the US to Costa Rica during their political uprising. But, I have been there so many times that when I was invited again, I didn’t think twice about it. I should have. Rodrigo and Elsa have been pals for the last 10 years. So, having the palatial home as the FREE place to stay was so fun sounding. I didn’t even ask how Rod came into so much money. He’s dressed in bespoke suits, and for me to think he had a great job wasn’t far off. And I guess it wasn’t, but…

Getting involved in a prison sex story never ever crossed my mind. I was there to party and get some pussy worship in! Basically, I want to always arrive home from a great trip thinking it was too much to swallow! First of all, South American men will give it to you. You just need to watch out! When you are invited to travel abroad, be very careful with whom you interact the entire way. Never let your guard down because they’re watching. Who are “they”? Mostly, it’s the males. They know what they’re working with. Some men are big on charm and they know it! They will say and DO all the right things to lure a woman into their web.

No One EXXXpects To End Up In Prison Sex Stories!

Vacation Prison Sex Stories even sounds funny to me; and I’ve BEEN there, so there you have it! I was all excited to be traveling back to a place I have enjoyed many times. The food the people, the culture. All of it just appeals to me, plus I have lots of friends there. So, did I think anything untoward would ever happen to me? Nope. But, you know what they say… “When you least expect it, expect it!” And what are the cardinal rules for a female traveling alone? First, watch your back. Second, Don’t engage with strangers, no matter how nice they may seem. Third, never (and I DO mean EVER) take “gifts” from anyone.

I was so sure of myself and my ability to travel unfettered that I broke all three rules right away without even thinking about it. Thoughts of ending up in a prison sex story never crossed my mind. I met a nice couple and if I have to say it, I will. They were gorgeous and super friendly. Sitting near them while waiting for the flight, we struck up a conversation & before long, we were laughing and flirting like old friends. She even gave me a token of good luck. A pretty shell locket on a solid gold chain. They said they knew Rod and Elsa. So, when we arrived, I headed straight to my hotel and said I’d call them in an hour to meet up for dinner. Showered and dressed I picked up the phone to get their address.

And Now For The Unexpected.

How did my prison sex stories cum about? Somehow, I found myself alone in the police station. Eventually, an officer came to sit outside the cell bars. He told me my “friends” had gifted me a drug-filled gift! Thinking quickly, I stripped & asked him what I could do to get out. He took one look at my tits and I saw his dick begin to grow! Holding onto the bars, I lowered myself into position, He was close enough to pull his dick out and I began sucking seductively. He came down my throat within seconds, then unlocked my cell door. I sucked him like my life depended on it. And it DID! I drank his cum again while he held onto the bars that held me in.

Within seconds, he was inside me and pounding like a man in deep need! I took as much cum as I could get from every direction and in every hole. I was intent on getting the most out of my prison sex story. He managed to “lose” the fancy necklace I was booked wearing when I got there. So, that was it? I had beCUM and unwilling mule? Yup! I was wearing the most expensive drug on the market and pranced my cute ass into the country wearing about a third of a million dollars worth of it. Soon, he came to tell me, I was released and led out to a waiting taxi.

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Quickly, I headed to my hotel, grabbed my bags, and went straight back to the airport; ready to get the hell out of there. I didn’t call my real friends in Costa Rica to say I was leaving. My adventurous prison sex story would have to wait until I was safe back in the US. I snuck into the bathroom on the plane to masturbate with the guard’s cum that I still had inside my pussy. Ah, memories of a foolhardy trip never to be repeated splashing onto the restroom floor! Want to relive my prison sex story without ever going to prison? Call me. I’ll share it with you right now! Get sucked & fucked without getting fingerprinted!

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Just Joey

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