Offer him everything.

You can't spend another second not being fucked. Your plug is more punishment than pleasure, teasing you up to the point of no return, but no further. You know you should heed Erin's warning and that the other prisoners will despise you if they find out that you willingly gave it up to a pig, but you can't help yourself. You have to do whatever it takes to get fucked. You grind your soft ass against his hard hand. "Please...anything...everything...please just fuck me!"

The pig smiles and licks his greasy lips. He is an ugly, oafish man, but that has long since stopped mattering to you. All that matters is he has a cock. He walks behind you and you shiver in antici...pation. He pulls down your shorts and fumbles at your plug with his pudgy fingers. After what feels like forever, he finally manages to pull it out with an embarrassing PLOP and you immediately ache to be filled. You sway your ass shamelessly, hoping to lure him in, but it just feeds what he's really hungry for.

"God, you sissy faggots make me. Puke. What makes you think I want sloppy second hundreds from some twisted pervert like you?" He spits his words at you, spittle covering your still swaying ass. He is fumbling with his belt, his fat belly getting in the way. "Just remember, punk. I'm doing you a favor, not the other way around. I've got loads of real women hotter than you begging for my cock. Lucky for you, I'm just bored enough to play with you..."

He sticks a fat finger up your cunt and wiggles it around clumsily, like he's looking for a piece of candy he dropped between the seat cushions. It sends pangs of pleasure, but they only make you hungrier for the real thing. You are almost ready to cry, and that's clearly what this gluttonous pig feeds on. Probably never had a girlfriend he wasn't paying by the hour, and he's not even cute enough to be a sissy like you. So now you have to wait while he tortures you in place of all the loads of women who wanted nothing to do with him.

"Damn, don't have much time. Next time, we will play a lot longer, bitch. Just be grateful you're getting this good dick without earning it." You feel his cock press up against your hole...barely. You don't understand, you are still plenty tight, and he is so fat...did none of it roll down to his penis? You feel him start to slide in and hope that he is at least long enough to hit your sissy spot. If he is, you can do all the work and make spurties in no time.

One scrawny inch...okay just keep going...two pathetic inches...maybe he's a grower not a shower...two and a half...wait, why is he slowing down? You feel his belly flop on your ass and his balls rest on yours. You curse yourself. Of course the guards would have the shittiest dicks. If they were real men, they wouldn't be prison guards. He holds you tight by the hips and begins making shallow, struggling thrusts. He fills like he will slip out at any second, and you do your best to squeeze down, but you can barely feel his micropenis flop inside you.

"Take it...take it...take it...you BITCH!" He stops thrusting and starts panting like he might be having a heart attack. He pulls out and you feel the slightest dribble of his weak, wasted seed fall from your still starving cunt. He gives you a SPANK but he is so winded it only barely stings. Fucking pigs...they aren't worth shit. You hate yourself for giving it up so willingly for such a dead fuck.

"You're welcome, cunt. Now get dressed, you don't want to be getting me in trouble." You fix your face so he doesn't see how much you despise him and put your plug back in and pull up your shorts. Thankfully, he is through torturing you and he leads you back to the mailroom and joins his pig friends while you finish your work. You've learned your lesson. You just hope this is a one time thing and you can put it all behind you. As long as no one finds out how far you went, you can tell them all you just blew him to stay out of trouble...

"Yeah, guys, I'm telling you. That Barbie bitch gives it All up for nothing! I didn't have to bribe her, threaten her, or even **** her! She was begging me to fuck her slutty cunt!" You see the other cons staring daggers as they hear how friendly you are with the guards. You see the guards looking at you like a plate of deep fried donuts. You know they must be rock hard imagining fucking you, but you can't see any bulges in their pants.

It's going to be a loooooong, barely hard stretch from now on. You just found out what's lower than a bitch's bitch...

The piggies' porkpie...