JE Day 9 - Popular

Well... you are definitely the most popular person in the prison. You are getting a lot of respect, good treatment from guards, and today you get to decide if you want to go on a work detail. You look at the posting and see the address.

"Isn't this the Warden's house?" you ask.

"Do you want to not go?" Vi replies.

No, you will go... anything to get out of here for a little while. The job is to clean up the road next to the house. The Warden's house is, of course, pretty big and fancy. You find yourself working near the fence by the pool, where Jeanne appears, wearing a white bikini. She takes off the top and sunbathes with her bare breasts in the open as you and the others work. It's pretty distracting. It's also a very hot day. Everyone is baking in the sun, and you are dripping sweat.

Eventually Jeanne comes to the gate, wearing a silky robe over her bikini.

"Hey, Vi. Can I borrow one? We have a plumbing issue upstairs," she says.

"Plumbing? Right." Vi snaps her fingers at you, and you go into the house. Jeanne immediately leads you upstairs, hips swaying, everything visible through the sheer robe.

You are sweaty and dirty from working, so you figure she will at least throw you in the shower first, but no... you get to her bedroom and she's tearing your clothes off and pushing you down on the bed. She drops her robe and gets on her knees in her bikini, swallowing the head of your cock while both hands work the shaft. She's so aggressive and horny that you kind of forget you are in the Warden's bedroom.

And she's good at blowjobs. She takes you deeper, slipping her hands under your body to cup your ass and pull you in. Then she's peeling off her bikini bottoms and climbing on top of you. She stuffs your erection inside and rides you hard. You help her get her top off and grab both breasts, hammering her from below as she screams her head. Surely everyone outside can hear that... that's not good.

You flip her on her back and pull out. She moans and needily moves her hips toward you.

"Shhh," you say, holding your finger to your lips.

Red-faced, she nods and bites her knuckle as you push inside. She wraps her legs around your waist, and you control the pace as she writhes on the silk sheets under your sweaty weight. She's loving it, but also distracted. You notice her glance at the clock. Weird.

Stop?

or

Keep going?