Tit for tat.

Damien was taken to the Warden’s office toward the end of a normal man’s workday - somewhere around 5pm. The warden was sitting behind her desk with an unreadable look on her face.

They sat him down in a metal chair bolted to the floor.

He decided quickly that this was where she saw prisoners and not her bosses.

They handcuffed his hands behind him and cuffed him to the chair, his hands uncomfortably bound with the cuffs and the back of the chair.

The guard left immediately and closed the door. Odd, he was certain protocol would be to not leave a prisoner alone in a room with the warden - cuffed or not. Must be her orders.

“So...inmate Cross... have you thought about my offer?”

“Have you thought about mine?”

Her eyes narrowed. “When this meeting is over, you go into general population, unless we can come into an agreement.”

“So it would benefit us both to come to an agreement.”

“I could always wait for another inmate.”

“And lose what in the process? Listen. I’m not here to ruin you or brag about exploits. I honestly find you attractive, and in prison I am unlikely to get any release. My deal works for us both.”

She stared at him. He was gambling on the fact that she worked long hours and had little time with her husband. He was also gambling on the fact that her husband wasn’t as ‘gifted’ as he was.

She didn’t say anything for a long minute.

Suddenly she moved around her desk and approached him, her hand finding his cock through his prison issue orange pants quickly.

“Say a fucking word inmate and this deal is off.”

He nodded.

She rubbed and stroked his cock through his pants for a few seconds until he was hard, it didn’t take long.

Reaching out she pulled his pants down. Damien had to raise himself a bit to get them passed the chair. His cock was long, thick, and hard.

She barely looked at it. Instead she looked at Damien, daring him to speak.

She placed her hand in front of her mouth and spit in her palm.

“Spit inmate.”

Damien added his spit to her palm.

The warden reached down and stroked his cock again, this time lubricating it with their saliva.

The warden then straddled Damien and his cock disappeared under her skirt. Immediately, he felt the head of his dick brush across her bush. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

As she sat on him, Damien felt his cock poke, prod and then finally penetrate her warm channel. She sighed as she took him to the base.

“Stay fucking silent inmate.”

Damien was silent.

The warden began moving, her warm cunt gripping his shaft as she rode him, her ass cheeks slapping his thighs as she took his giant cock deep inside her wet pussy.

She rode him for about 10 minutes, eliciting silent gasps with each orgasm. As hot as this was, the silence was deafening.

Finally, Damien could hold himself no more. He wanted to warn her that he was about to cum, but she had said to stay silent and his hands were cuffed.

So instead he watched her face as he ejaculated deep in her vagina. Her soft walls milking his cock of his potent seed.

She rose from his lap, helped pull his pants back up and then walked around back to her chair. Damien noticed his cum on her inner thigh as she walked away.

“So what do you need from me convict?”

“Simple...” he answered. “I need a new cell mate.”

Her brows rose, but she smiled as he detailed what he wanted in his new cell mate.