She said yes. We started kissing and gropping in the pub. She was wearing nothing special - jeans and some shirt, but her tits were poking me through ...he fabric (or that was my imagination).One hour, and an expensive taxi ride later, we were at her place. Her k** was at her parents house, so obviously she was planning this, probably some kind of revenge, and I was the only guy she knew at that pub. So, I got lucky.I pulled my pants down and sat on her sofa. She got all of her clothes off,. The lack of sex left Amber with headaches and restlessness. She loved fucking, but she hated the fact that the only way she could earn a decent living is to sell her body to desperate, horny men. She closed her eyes as her small hand slid down into her state-issue panties. Her troubles drifted away as her thoughts came to the correctional officer who let his fingertips linger a little too long on her body when searching her. She noticed his breath quicken the back of her neck, and recognized. "He chuckled at my stupid joke and then sat back in his chair so I could get a good look at his cock. In a place like that, normal social conventions fly right out the window so I wasn't the least bit hesitant to casually look him up and down. I must say, it was a beautiful piece of meat looking like it had been carved out of ebony."Well, Robert, you have an impressive piece of meat there." Thanks," he said with a grin. "My girlfriend's out of town so I felt like coming in here to get my rocks. He did as he was told and grabbed my balls with one hand, massaging and squeezing them whilst he jerked my cock with his other hand. It was amazing! It was the best handjob I'd ever had, far better than my girlfriend had ever given me.After about 5 minutes of this, he stopped, only to then take my cock in his mouth! This felt like too much (as I see myself as straight) and wanted to tell him to stop, but all I could manage was a long moan, and I realized I didn't really want him to stop. He was.