Playing With A Parolee: Paroled Passions

I like men with a hint of danger that can tame me.

That means playing with a parolee has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. I’ve done role play with that theme before, but the danger and naughtiness has always been missing … until last night. Rather than driving straight home, I stopped at a restaurant and notice a man with shifty eyes and plenty of tattoos. His clothes looked old and slightly too small for his body. The second someone said that he was fresh out of prison, I couldn’t look away. Was this my chance to play with a parolee?

After a few glances, he came over. We talked and flirted a bit. Even while he was looking me over, drinking in my perky tits and bubble butt, he told me how he needed a ride, didn’t have many options and I told him I’d accept other payment and take care of all his needs. I think he got hard on the spot. He stopped eating and looked me over. I knew it when he leaned towards me, but he promised that I was going to get to play with a parolee that night.

Once we got into my car to head to my place for the night, he proved how eager he was to get started. He looked me over as I drove down the high way, drinking in my skirt. “Spread your legs and lift your skirt if you really want to play with a parolee.” I moaned and lifted my skirt. He swatted the inside of my thigh, reminding me of his order, so I spread my legs wide after turning on cruise control.

Nothing was going to stop me from playing with a parolee.

His fingers worked up my toned, sexy thigh all the way to my already wet pussy. He growled as he fingered me hard and fast, as we were driving down the highway. “Now this pussy belongs to a parolee.”

“Yes,” I moaned. Playing with the parolee was better than fantasizing about it. He worked me up with his fingers until I could barely breathe, I could barely drive. So he held the steering wheel while stuffing his fingers deeper and deeper in my pussy, like a man starved for sex alone. My toes curl and I came so hard that all I could do was surrender. Playing with a parolee was amazing.

“Pull over. We’re going to make sure an innocent girl like you can handle my cock,” he ordered. “You want to play with a parolee, you’re going to be owned by one.” I pulled over and we switched places. He started the car then grabbed my chin. I moaned. I wanted all of his roughness. That was a perk of playing with a parolee. And he was so much more than I could handle. I wanted him so much, in every way.

He unzipped his pants, jerked them down and revealed every inch of his hard cock. I moaned welcomed him to grab my hair and jerk me down over his cock. He thrusted all the way to the back of my throat, gagging me on him. My eyes rolled back. Playing with a parolee had so many perks and him testing all my limits was number one. I welcomed him to fuck my throat and take me the way he needed. He was relentless and determined, calling me his innocent little slut on repeat, not letting me breathe, testing my gag reflex and everything else I could handle. Playing with a parolee meant I could handle everything.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Get on my lap. I’m not waiting to fuck your pussy, not when you’re already dripping for me.”

I gasped wen he pulled out of my throat. He pushed his seat back and jerked me onto his lap. I moaned as his thick, wet cock filled my tight pussy like he could make me his and his alone. I groaned and he grabbed my throat. His eyes darked. “You still like playing with a parolee?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “We’ll see,” he answered before fucking me hard and fast. There was no question of who was in charge. it was him, only him, all him. He slammed into me again and again, using me the way I needed. There was nothing gentle or soft or loving abouit playing with the parolee and it was exactly the adrenaline rush I needed. Knowing he could break me on his cock just made it better. I moaned for him as I came, but he kept going, always asking me if I was happy playing with the parolee.

All I could do was nod and take it until he pushed every inch of him inside of me emptying him self completely into my pussy. He pulled me close, until he was close enough to kiss. “You’re past playing with a parolee. Now you’re owned by one what a way to start a New Year New Fun.

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