The Warden's Wife Visits.

She came out of the blue. Literally at the start of my third year. Apparently he just got married and Mr. Jamons was excited to show off all the "scum" he got. Including me.

"See, honey? The notorious thug, Sly behind bars. In my prison!"

Sara Jamons

"Oh, my...honey he looks..." and what I saw that the good Mr. Jamons didn't see, was her bite her lip and wrap hand around the prison bars before continuing, "Dangerous."

"Oh, lady. You don't know the half of it." I say to her.

{if infamy >= 50}I can see her husband getting nervous just at my words, but if the fucker knew what was going on in my mind? He'd have a heart attack. I mean look at her. That's a mouth that needs fucking.{endif}

"Come along honey," he says trying to urge her away, but only giving me a view of that beautiful ass in that dress walking away. But what he doesn't see is her pretty eyes looking back at me. And right then and there a plan spawns in my mind.

Later that day, I don't know when, she finds herself in front of my cell. Wearing that slim blue dress that hugs her nice body well. Got a nice chest and everything to match that pretty face.

"What's a fine lady like yourself doing here? All alone?" I ask as I wander up to my cell bars.

"Can't a fine lady like myself explore her husband's workplace on her lonesome?"

"Not when said lady is the finest piece of ass that some of these fucks seen in years, me included." the woman laughs and gives me a twirl, a full 360 of what she's working with.

"Aren't you a charmer? I wanted to see if the big bad Sly was as dangerous as the reports said..." she takes a step closer, I can smell the perfume. Got a rosy scent.

"And?"

"I think they might have been overexaggerating."

I raise a brow, and motion to what's below. The blaster I'm working with, heavy artillery that is getting thicker the more she's in my sight.

"That right?" she follows my gaze and actually gasps at the sight of the third leg. "Let me guess. Mr. Warden don't got something like this at home, do he?"

"It's bigger than my fucking dildos it—that cannot be real. My husband he..." stunned into a stupor, I can tell she's imagining what it must look like unclothed. Out of these baggy prison garbs and plopped onto her pretty face where she can love on it. I see a flicker of intrigue in her eyes.

"Can I touch it?"

"Baby girl, you can do more than just touch it."

Her manicured finger tips run along my bulge, palming and massaging it with growing interest. Passing seconds shows just how desperate she is for a real man, not that shitbag cuck warden of hers. She leans further against the metal separating us, licking her lips and for a second I think she's about to kiss me.

"We can't..." she whispers.

"Says who?" I whisper back. And before I know it she's down on her knees.

It ain't the action I want, not yet. But damn does it feel fucking good. Hanging my head back I can't help but let out a moan. I mean fuck, it has been so damn long since I had something like this. A man's got needs. My hands dig into her pretty platinum hair as she kisses along my bulge and touches her chest in excitement. The smooching and licking is going to draw attention, which is why she has to bite her tongue and pull away.

"N-not here...we can't..."

"You really going to leave me like this?"

She bites her lip, and looks around before mouthing a sorry and quickly walking away. Fuck. I'm pissed, but I got a plan.