The Domme Prison Guard Gets Her Brain Turned to Cum Slush

I stare at him across the day room.

His tall, muscular build had his uniform busting at the seams. Watching his dark muscles pop out of his shirt made my domme prison guard  pussy so creamy. That familiar throbbing was starting deep in my pelvis, and the growing desire to make his BBC submit to me was soon clouding my rational judgement.

I know there was a lot at stake, and I shouldn’t be thinking of his BBC filling my holes. I could lose my job.  Worst yet, I could pick up criminal charges. But at this moment, none of that matters.  I can’t help myself; I have to take care of this pressure building inside of me now.

There’s only one way to stop the pulsating in my clit. That feeling already has me soaking my underwear. I can even smell that familiar scent of my excitement, it’s both musky and sweet, announcing my arousal to anyone standing near. So I know that it’s time to make that BBC submit to the domme prison guard.

“Cum with me, prisoner,” I demand of him, as I lead him handcuffed and shackled to the empty utility closet that I know no one uses anymore. I unlock the door, then push his huge frame into the dark. As I turn on the light, I think to myself, “I’m going to take that BBC and have my way with it.

Excitement courses through my veins; I’m a little dizzy from the anticipation. He stood there watching me with an exhilarated look of enthusiasm spreading across his handsome, chiseled face. If he only knew what the domme prison guard had in mind for his BBC. I pull his jumpsuit bottoms down to his shackles; he’s not wearing underwear, and his monster cock lunges out to greet me eagerly.

“On your knees now, ” the domme prison guard orders.

He slowly lowers down,  so his face is even with my pubic area, which was growing so hot, I’m sure he could feel it. I drop my duty belt with a loud clang on the floor, my uniform pants follow next, and I quickly step out of them before he can say a word. I swing one leg over his head so that I am straddling him. My steamy snatch just inches above his face, I could feel his warm breath on my throbbing clit. I kept my pussy just out of his reach, so that my sweet scent would go to his head.

He spoke for the first time, “I’m begging you to lower that white cunt on my face, ma’am,” he begged. With that, I slammed my quivering gash onto him. He lapped up my juices like he hadn’t had anything wet to drink in months. He moved his tongue up and down my slit, sending electric sparks flying through my body. I started rocking back and forth on his face, pressing his nose against my magic button.

Every little bit, I would stand up, allowing him to catch his breath, before I lowered my sticky, swollen clit back onto his thick lips.

“Suck my domme prison guard clit as if your commissary depends on it, prisoner,” I ordered. He followed my demand and latched his warm mouth around my engorged bean, sucking it in rhythm to my rocking. “OH MY GOD,” I let out as the orgasm waved through my body and I exploded all over his face. He didn’t miss a drop, drinking all of my juices up, even the small bead of cum dripping down the inside of my thigh.

“On your feet now, prisoner, we’re running out of time.” He rose quickly, his ten inches standing at full attention. I know it wasn’t smart to turn my back on this dangerous man, twice my size, and doing time for attempted murder. Maybe that was part of what made it so exciting. I turned around, sticking my fat, domme prison guard ass against his enormous pole.  Using both hands, I reached behind me to pull my cheeks apart. He no longer needed an invitation. Without his hands to guide him inside, I was shocked he made his target into my creamy mature pussy on the first try.

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