Kiss your rep goodbye

You feel your knees buckle...feel your lips part...feel your tongue tracing hers, tasting the familiar taste of your sissy spunk. Just like that, a moment's weakness, and you are marked. You don't even have time to think about it because Erin's hungry mouth is on yours and sharing your spunk between your tangled tongues. Before you even have a moment to wonder what these pent-up prisoners are going to do with a pair of spit and splooge swapping sissies, your kiss is parted by a hard prick...

Lost in lust and the seductive sway of submission, you continue your hungry kiss with Erin around the convict's hard cock. Your lips strain and fail to meet each others as you slide up and down his cock and your tongues touch fleetingly sending sweltering shivers up and down your spine. Apparently not a natural born romantic, the convict picks the mouth closest to him, yours, and thrusts his full length down your well trained throat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Erin being fed a second stranger's shaft and soon you are both surrounded on all sides by hard, throbbing pricks impatiently waiting their turn.

Your hands reach out to stroke the throng of drooling pricks, using their precum to make them slimy and slick. The smell of pre, spit, sweat, and dirt fills your nostrils as you take deep breaths to allow you to continue to deep throat, and your head swims with a filth and a light flow of oxygen. You hate yourself for loving it, but you just feel so much more comfortable on your knees where you belong instead of struggling to try to stand tall.

Your cunt aches to be filled, but for now at least, the crowd is too tightly packed for anything but hand jobs and throat fucks. Your first "customer" leaves his deposit deep in your throat and you only have a split second to relish the taste before another takes its place. You spy Erin taking two in her obscenely stretched mouth at the same time, and not to be undone, pull another stud in your mouth. Your tongue struggles to swirl around one prodding your protruding cheek while the other slides down, stretching your throat. They alternate filling your cheek and hungry hole like some kind of pistons in an erotic engine.

Before long the friction and suction and wet warmth makes them explode, filling your throat and spilling down your chin. Your own clit is steadily streaming sissy spunk, staining your pants shamefully. Not that it matters, you have already been branded as the cell block cum dumps, and no change of pants or scrubbing of your cum coated face will remove that stain.

In a bawdy backwards way, you've never felt more free. Imprisoned and now stripped of even a facade of free choice, you are unburdened with the claustrophobic conflict of your inner desires and the expectations of the outside world. Now all you have to do is the one thing you feel the most natural doing, the thing you do best, the thing that takes you to the heights of pleasure, even as you are pulled into the depths of despair...submit...serve...surrender...

The crowd begins to then out as Erin and you finish off numbers "who knows" and "who's counting". You have just enough time to lick each other clean and share an all too brief cummy kiss before the whistles blows and it's time to go. You whimper wetly as you do your best to compose yourself, but with your cum stained clothes and spunk stiff hair, you know it won't be long until you are on your knees again, or bent over and fucked, or slammed into the middle of a sissy sandwich.

You have all the time in the world to sink deeper and deeper. And you hope you never reach the bottom...