8 comments/ 25378 views/ 13 favorites A White Lifer's Life in a Mississippi Prison By: Ladyvet What might it be like for an average white soccer mom to serve a life sentence in a prison with an overwhelmingly black inmate population and staff, run by a racist black warden? I'm serving a life sentence but I don't belong here. I belong in the Free World with my husband and kids! I received a 1-year jail sentence for driving impaired and leaving the scene of an accident. A week before I was scheduled to be released two inmates killed a third one and framed me for it. I received a life sentence without possibility of parole 4 days before my twenty-ninth birthday. I'm 36 now. Warden Givens assigned me to the clean up detail so I'll be available whenever he wants to use me sexually. I spend 10 to 12 hours mopping and vacuuming floors in prison offices while the black guards watching me work taunt me about not being able to have my husband's cock and call me a slut and white whore. The warden has me escorted to his office in cuffs and shackles every Tuesday and sometimes more often if he's particularly horny. He puts me through the same routine of ritual humiliation each time. Demeaning me turns him on. The first thing he requires me to do after he locks the door behind me is unbutton my uniform shirt and pull up my bra to expose my breasts. I can't take my shirt and bra off with cuffs on and he never removes them. He prefers me with chains on my wrists even though it would be easier for me to operate the heavy, bulky industrial vacuum cleaner with my hands free. He enjoys watching me struggle to do my job for him. He asks the same kinds of questions each time while I clean his office. He knows the answers. He only asks to humiliate me and force me to think about my sentence, how much I need sex and how I have to live without it despite Mississippi being one of the few states that permit conjugal visits. "How many days have you been an inmate as of today, 103486?" "2,551 days, Sir." "What's your out date?" "I don't have one, Warden Givens." "What does that make you?" "I'm your property because I'm a lifer, Sir." "How do you like spending your life as a slave in my prison?" "I hate it, Sir but I have no choice." "That's right 103486, you snotty little white bitch! You have no choice. How many days has it been since your husband had his pathetic white cock inside you?" "2,549 days, Sir." "Did he cum very much in your tight little pink cunt the last time he was able to fuck you?" "No Sir, he pulled out and came in my mouth." "Why didn't he shoot his pitiful little load up your cunt?" "I asked him to pull out and finish in my mouth so I wouldn't get pregnant, Sir." "Why didn't you want to get pregnant? Don't you like kids?" "I love children, Sir! I wish I could have another. I had to go to court the next morning for sentencing for my accident. My lawyer and the prosecutor agreed on a plea of one year. I didn't want to have a baby in jail, Sir. My husband and I planned to get on with our lives and have another as soon as I was released." "That didn't work out quite the way you two planned it, did it?" "No, Sir. I was so close. So close and it all went away and I didn't deserve it. I didn't do anything." "That doesn't matter to me. I didn't try you or sentence you. I'm just warehousing you where the system wants you. Did you climax the last time your husband fucked you?" "No, Sir. I gave myself an orgasm with my fingers after he went to sleep." He takes out his cock. It's long, thick, black and beautiful. I can't help staring at it. "You play with yourself in my prison, don't you?" "I only rub my clit, Sir. I know it's a more serious violation of your rules for inmates to put anything inside ourselves." "You still rub your clit even though masturbation's against the rules?" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I can't help it. Sometimes I have to get relief. I get so horny I can't stand it." "That's why you keep getting tickets and losing privileges. Drop your pants and panties." I turn off the vacuum and do what he orders. I'd rather take them completely off but I can't with shackles on my ankles. I'm not sure why but being half naked in front of him is more humiliating than being completely undressed would be. "Get the towel out of my closet, put it on my couch and sit on it so your juice doesn't get all over it." I waddle clumsily to the closet, trying hard not to trip on my shackles, uniform pants and frayed, gray prison issue panties. I take the towel off the shelf with my cuffed hands, carry it to the couch, unfold it and sit on it. He walks over and stands in front of me with his cock standing straight out and his camera phone set to record me while I touch myself. "Show me how you hold your tits up for a post-visit strip search." I grasp my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pull my breasts up for him, the way I have to for the officer to show I'm not hiding contraband under them. My nipples harden despite the ache that's starting deep inside my distended breasts from my milk ducts getting stretched. He enjoys my discomfort for a few minutes. "Pulling on your nipples like that after a visit makes you even hornier, doesn't it? You'd love it if your husband could play with your inmate tits and suck on them, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Sir. I wish he could play with them the way he used to." "They're starting to sag a little compared to the way they looked when you got here." "Yes, Sir. Prison bras don't fit right and they don't have much support." "The taxpayers shell out plenty for them so quit complaining. Besides, it won't matter if they sag down to your knees because you're nothing but a lifer bitch. Nobody cares what you sorry bitches look like. Now show me how you play with them." His cock starts to bob up and down while he videos me squeezing my breasts and rolling my hard nipples between my thumbs and finger tips. I push my nipples in hard and rub them against my ribs then I pinch and stretch them for him. He stops videoing. "Hold them up for me." I cup my breasts and hold them up. He leans over and drives me wild by sucking my nipples hard and nipping them. My lonely pussy spasms with unsatisfied need and desire! "Show me your inmate cunt." I lean back, pull my feet up and spread my knees as far as I can. God how I hate having my pants around my ankles! I grasp my lips with my finger tips and gently separate them to show him my hard purple clit and the inside of my wet, pink love tunnel. I can't take my eyes off his cock! It's bobbing more. A shiny drop of pre-cum is oozing out under the head. The skin on the head is so tight it's shiny! I mentally compare his cock to my husband's and wonder how I could have been satisfied with it. "How long did you say it's been since you had a cock up your pussy?" "It's been 2,549 days since I was able to have sex with my husband, Warden Givens." My fingers are trembling. I want to rub my clit, shove my fingers deep into myself and massage my G-spot to relieve my need. I don't. I know he'll put me Ad-Seg for six months again if I do. I'm wet! My labia are so are slippery I can hardly hold myself open. I'm trembling all over while he pans his camera phone and zooms in and out to record the hardness of my nipples and my every pubic hair and drop of lubricant. I pant and bite my lip. "Your clit's pretty damned big! Is it sensitive?" "Yes, Sir! Very!" "I let my black prisoners fuck for an hour every month. Why don't I let white inmate bitches like you have regular conjugals?" I know the answer. He explained how he runs his prison the first time I requested a conjugal and he denied it. He also mentioned that he hates Caucasians and made sure I knew how to refer to myself. "You won't let white slut inmates like me have sex with our husbands because they don't deserve to cum in your property, Sir. Only black lady prisoner's husbands deserve to have sex with their wives." "How about inmates Grant, Bevan and Hicks? They're white lifers like you and I let them have conjugals every month." "Their husbands are black, Sir. Black men need and deserve to have sex with their wives." "That's right. Explain to me why else I don't let most of the rest of you horny white inmate sluts fuck your husbands in my prison." "Our pathetic, small cocked white husbands might get us pregnant and cost the state money for abortions." "Very good! You know inmates Harris and Jones get conjugals even though they're married to white boys." "Yes Sir. Everyone knows you let them have conjugals because they have sex with you." "They've both been locked up here for at least a dozen years. They've earned the right to have me use them. Do you think you've earned it?" "I wish I had, Sir." "Does it turn you on when one of my black stud guards sees your naked white body in the shower or watches you changing your clothes or wiping your pussy after you piss in your cell?" I can't take my eyes off his cock! It's huge and he's holding it in his hand, teasing me with it. "Yes Sir. I look at that bulge in their pants and know how good they'd feel inside me." It angered and humiliated me to tell him things like that for my first few years of captivity. Now it's just part of what I have to do to survive. "You're really a horny little lifer, aren't you 103486?" "Yes Warden Givens. I'm going crazy in here!" "You'd like to fuck those brothers even though you're married to a white man, wouldn't you?" "Yes Sir. I'm still young enough to need what you won't let my husband give me." "What else gets your cunt wet besides having my staff see you naked?" "Seeing your beautiful cock, Sir!" "Excellent! It's supposed to! Does visiting with your husband get you wet?" "Yes, Sir! I get aroused kissing and hugging him and feeling his erection against me at the beginning and end of our visits." "Hugging and kissing that scrawny white bastard makes your cunt wet?" "Yes Sir." "You still love him, don't you?" "Yes, Sir, I do. He's sticking by me and he's my children's father." "How many times did he knock you up?" "We have three boys and two girls, Sir." "You two really fucked up a storm, didn't you?" "We were very hot for each other!" "Did you breast feed your babies?" "Yes Sir. I loved doing it!" "Did you husband drink your milk?" "He sucked my breasts sometimes while he made love to me after the baby was finished." "How do you like having my black studs watch you get strip searched after visits?" "It's embarrassing but knowing they know how horny I am turns me on even more." "Have you ever described post-visit searches to your husband? Does he know you're standing naked and horny in front of men while my female COs put their fingers in your wet cunt and make you squat and cough and spread your ass cheeks for them before he's out of the parking lot?" "I described it to him after our first visit. He's asked me to tell him over and over. He especially likes to hear how your COs puts their fingers inside me to check for contraband." "He gets off knowing my COs put their fingers inside his wife and my men see you naked and horny when he can't see your body or touch it?" "Yes Sir. It really makes him horny." "Does that bother you?" "It did at first. Now I accept it because it's how I have to live." "You mean you have to live as a slave of the state?" "Yes Sir. That's all I am, a lifer slave bitch." "You really want to fuck your white asshole husband, don't you? You want to feel his skinny little cock moving around inside your cunt." "Yes Sir. I love him and miss him." "You know I can let you have conjugals if I want to. Does it bother you that I keep refusing to authorize it?" "Yes, Sir, but this is your prison and you make the rules." "That's right. What if I told you I'm thinking about letting you start having conjugals?" "It would make very happy Sir!" I can hardly believe what he said! Maybe he'll give in and let me be with my husband if I please him enough! "Your husband's little cock gets stiff but all he can do is rub it against you through your clothes. What does he do after he gets home?" "I call him and talk to him while he jerks off. I can't talk sexy over the phone but telling him about getting searched helps him get himself off, Sir." "Just having you talk about your slave life helps him play with himself until he cums?" "Knowing I'm standing there talking to him with my pussy still wet from our visit helps him get off." "Does knowing his wife's my inmate slave bitch who'll never be able fuck when she needs to get him hot?" "Yes, he admitted that turns him on. He never forgave me for driving drunk and having the accident that cost me my freedom. He explained it doesn't mean he doesn't love me and want me home with him. For some reason having me talk to him from inside these walls where I'm always frustrated while he's in our home playing with himself does it for him." "Do you ever wonder whether he's getting some?" "I try not to think about it, Sir." "You're worthless to him in here. Why shouldn't he get some strange?" "We're still married even though we can't be together." "Keep on ignoring what he's probably doing if it makes you happy. I've listened to recordings of your conversations. Does hearing him pant while he plays with himself and grunt and moan while he shoots his load into a pair of your silk panties make you hornier for his cock?" "Yes Sir. I get so aroused standing at that phone I can hardly breathe!" "You still remember how it feels to have his cock in you, don't you?" "I remember it very well, Sir. Sometimes I think doing my time would be easier if I could forget." "You lie there all worked up and wet at night, don't you?" "I think about it every night. I get so horny I ache for him." "Are you aching now, sitting there holding your cunt wide open with my hard black cock so close?" "Yes Sir! I am!" He moves closer and holds his huge cock in front of my face. I curl my lips back over my teeth the way he trained me to and take him in my mouth. His pre-cum tastes salty and musky-sweet. I continue to hold myself open with my fingers although I'm dying to rub myself off! I massage his cock head with my tongue, paying particular attention to his slit. He leaks as much pre-cum as my husband used to shoot when he climaxed! I have to keep swallowing so it won't leak out of my mouth. His hands feel good on top of my head, caressing my hair gently while I get him closer to cumming. I hate him for treating me like a sex slave but I want him even though he humiliates and tortures me. He's all man and powerful! I wish I could live with him, be his lover and serve him. I'd be his willing slave if I were free. I'm his slave here but it's not the same as giving myself willingly to him. He tortures me by making me tell him how horny I am then not giving me what I need! I suck and lick him, knowing I can never have him. He'll leave someday but I won't. I wonder what I'll do without him. I know it will be dreadful to be caged forever with no sexual satisfaction except what I can give myself. He tells me, "Easy, easy, don't make me finish." His voice is soft, like his fingers in my hair. I have a feeling he loves me, at least as much as he can love a piece of property that belongs to the state rather than a person. I know he wants me! I understand that he needs to keep a psychological distance from me because we can never be together as equals. I stop sucking and bobbing my head. He pulls out of my mouth. I lick him gently, alternately exploring the big, hard ridge on the back of his cock head and the flowing slit beneath it. He's breathing deeply. His pupils are dilated and the veins in his neck are standing out. I know he's close. I stop licking, look into his eyes and whisper, "Please Sir, I can't wait any longer." "I can't either, Jane" he says. His voice is a low, passionate growl. My name flows sweetly from his lips. I love it when he says my name instead of calling me by my depersonalizing number. I love that he accepts me as a desirable woman and a human being, if only briefly, in private. I love that he cares enough to give me that simple affection and kindness. I get on my hands and knees, turn away from him and push my breasts into the leather seat of the couch. I put my cuffed hands between my thighs and wait for him to penetrate me. I long for this. I fantasize about it when I'm locked away in my little concrete cage. I dream about it at night and wake up with my nipples knotted, my panties soaking wet and my clit buzzing. He wets the head of his massive cock between my labia. I have to fight not to push back against him and take him inside me. He moves it from between my burning, swollen lips and holds it against my puckered brown starfish. I push myself slowly down over him, stopping to get used to being stretched, then taking more of him until every bit of his huge hardness fills me and his heavy sack is pressing against me! It aches and stings but I want it! I need it! How I wish he'd put it in my pussy so far up it pushes into my womb but he never has and I know he never will. As much as I know he wants to feel my tight pussy grasping him and milking his huge cock, he prefers to keep me horny for him and leave me wanting him more! He told me he'll never put his cock in a cunt a white man has used the first time he had me. He chooses never to fuck me because he has the power to choose! That's what makes him my absolute master, not just my jailer. I move up and down on his cock and meekly beg, "Please let me rub off, Warden Givens." "Go ahead, get yourself off with your clit but keep your fingers out of that hole your husband used to use!" I rub myself, imagining my soft fingers are his tongue. I yearn to feel his mouth on my clit and pussy, sucking and nibbling me to a shattering climax. I keep myself clean and as sweet smelling as I can with harsh prison soap in case he ever wants to do that for me, even knowing from speaking with other white inmates he lets serve him that he never gives inmates oral. Masters like him don't give oral to slaves like us. We're the ones who give it. I'm jealous of the half dozen beautiful black inmates I know he uses. I hate them because he satisfies them and cums inside them. He'd have sex with me more often if I were the only one. But some of them are younger and prettier than me. I'm getting tiny crows feet and wrinkles and my breasts are beginning to sag a little. Why would he deny them to himself? How long will it be before he stops having me brought to his office? I try not to think about that! He changes position, climbing onto the couch and over me in a low crouch. He puts his knees against my sides and thrusts hard and deep! I stop moving and let him spear my insides brutally. His muscular body slaps rhythmically against my soft one, increasing in tempo as his cum inches up his shaft. I rub myself in circles around my tingling clit, teasing and pleasing it, making little electric shocks jump from it into my inner thighs and tummy. I'm getting close! My love lube coats my hands and the metal cuffs imprisoning them. I smell the musky scent of our lovemaking. He moves faster, slamming against me! I know he's ready to flood me with hot, thick cum! He grunts loudly and demands, "Tell me what you are, Jane!" "I'm your white lifer slave bitch, Sir! I always will be!" He'll always be free. I never will. We live in two different worlds that only intersect briefly, when it suits him. It's not nearly enough for me but it has to be! I feel his cock twitch and spurt deep inside my bowels. I explode too. My empty pussy clenches repeatedly, trying to draw my husband's missing cock or his close one deep inside itself. Waves of scorching heat wash though me and make my nipples contract even more. I feel him spurt again and again. My pussy contracts each time I feel his hot, thick man juice splash up inside me. I rub myself furiously with my captive hands and whisper what I know makes him cum hardest while we share our mind-numbing orgasms. I whisper the terrible, frightening, arousing truth over and over. A White Lifer's Life in a Mississippi Prison "I'm your slave lifer bitch, Sir! I belong to you!" "That's right, Jane!" He grunts and continues to thrust in and out of me even after he cums! My husband never could keep on after he shot! He softened immediately and slipped out of me! After we finish I clean both of us and dress. He walks to his desk, initials a form and hold it up so I can see it. It's my conjugal visit authorization, with our first visit scheduled for a week from today! I ask permission to kiss him. He lets me press my mouth to his for the first time. I open my mouth and feel a thrill as his tongue slides into it! How I wish I could feel it in my pussy! I thank him again and ask permission to leave. He tells me to stand in front of his desk. "There's something you need to know about your visit. There won't be a condom and your husband won't be able to bring any in." I tell him I heard the prison always puts a condom in the room before a visit. "That's true for black prisoners, not white inmates bitches" he replies. "But what if I get pregnant?" "You won't because you won't let him cum inside you. The white bastard doesn't deserve to cum in my property." He unlocks a filing cabinet, takes a CD off the shelf, loads it and turns his computer monitor so I can watch what's on the CD. It's a video of the conjugal visiting room. I watch a CO escort Ellen Harris into the room. She takes off her clothes and climbs onto the cot. The CO locks a shackle on her ankle, restraining her to the cot with a 3-foot chain. She begins to masturbate as soon as the CO closes the door, getting herself ready for her husband. She starts with two fingers, adds a third, then a fourth as she gets hornier. When she's wet enough she slides her hand into herself, stretching her pussy. I ask if she knows she's being videod. "Yes but I don't permit my inmates to tell their husbands about it. They'll never know, either. The spy cameras are well hidden. I record all conjugal visits so my staff and I can enjoy them. My black lady prisoners and white whores married to black men can do anything they want to in that room and they aren't shackled. I let them entertain their husbands the best way they can. It's different with Harris and Jones. See the way she's stretching her cunt? That's one of my rules for you white bitches. I don't want your small cocked husbands to enjoy themselves too much." Ellen stops fist-fucking herself when the CO opens the door. Her husband steps in. He kisses her and undresses. His cock looks about 6 inches long and it's standing straight out for her. They don't have time for pleasantries. They can exchange them afterward, if there's time or in the visiting room among hundreds of their not-so-close acquaintances during their next visit. An hour flies past when it's the only time you're allowed to have sex with the one you love! He climbs onto the cot on top of her with his head over her crotch and his cock over her mouth so they can do a "69". He pushes into her mouth and laps her pussy loudly. Their moans and panting and the slurping sounds of their love making are a real turn on! He changes position and enters her. Ellen tries to wrap her legs around him but the shackle on her ankle's too short. She pulls hard on it and swears in frustration while her husband pounds into her. She whispers hoarsely "Fuck me, Billy, fuck me hard but don't cum in me! I can't get pregnant in prison!" The cot squeaks faster and faster as he gets closer to cumming. He moans something unintelligible and pulls out. Ellen grabs his cock and rubs it hard and fast until he suddenly squirts all over her breasts and stomach. She lies back with her legs wide and knees up and he fists her to a screaming climax, after which he sits on the edge of the cot and they wipe each other's fluids away with kleenex tissues. "Christ it's hard to stop and pull it out every time!" he says. I ask the warden if Billy knows the real reason his wife won't let him finish inside her. "No, she's not allowed to tell him but he knows for sure if he gets her pregnant that's the end of their conjugals." They check the clock to see how much time they have left. They lie in each other's arms and talk and touch each other until he starts to get hard again. "Remember how you used to tie my tits so they stood out under my dress and take me out to eat?" She asks while she rubs him. "God, yes! It was so hot having them tied like that and the people around us not having any idea why they stuck out like they did!" He asks her to tell him what will happen right after he has to leave. I'm glad my husband's not the only one who gets excited about having a wife inside. I wouldn't have believed while I was free that a loving husband could actually get excited by his wife locked up but it's not unusual. She strokes his hardening cock. "You get off knowing I'm a damned slave in Planet Prison, don't you?" she asks. He nods and apologizes and tells her he can't help himself. "It's like when we played bondage games," he says. "Only now it's not a game. "No, it's not!" she replies while she rubs his cock. "I'm going to have to go back to the laundry to finish my 12 hour shift while you drive home to relax." "Tell me what's going to happen after I leave" he pleads. "You're a bastard but I still love you. The CO will make me lie here chained up like this until she comes back from escorting you. She'll order me to spread my legs wide. She'll pull on a glove and tell me to spread my pussy and hold it open." His cock is really hard now! "Then she'll push her fingers up inside me, pull them out and check them for any signs of your cum in my pussy." "I'm ready!" he says. "Let's do it!" She says, "thank God for Cialis!" It's hard to do with her ankle chained but she manages to climb on top of him and ride him despite having her leg held at an uncomfortable angle by the chain. "Tell me how they're going to search you before they take you back to work" he says while she slides up and down on his cock. "I'll strip and put my clothes in a pile to be searched," she answers and leans over him so he can suck her nipples. "Oh, God that feels good! Suck harder! I'll have to shake out my hair and hold my tits up by my nipples so she can look under them." "Will your nipples be hard?" "Of course they will! They're always hard like they are now when I'm horny!" "Will any guys be watching?" "Yes, a few of them always hang around watching us get searched. They escort us back to work or the pod afterward. Then I'll have to raise my arms over my head so she can check my armpits. I'll open my mouth and move my tongue around and raise my feet and spread my toes then I'll squat and cough so she can make sure I don't have anything in me." "But that's not all she'll do to check your pussy, is it Ellen?" he asks breathlessly. "No, I'll have to face away from her, bend over and hold myself open with my fingers while she probes both my openings with her gloved fingers." "But the CO who escorted me already checked your pussy!" He's so hot he's trembling! "She only checks me for cum. I still have to go through the regular post-visit search." "You'll want to cum from feeling her fingers in you, won't you?" he asks. "Yes" she replies, moving up and down on him faster and faster. "But it's not permitted. I'll get in trouble if I let myself climax on her hand." He moans loudly. The red light flicks on. Only five minutes left! Don't cum, Baby, let me finish!" she pleads. "I can't hold back!" he warns. She climbs off him, grabs his cock and rubs it while he spurts onto his chest. Ellen rubs her clit and fingers herself to a climax while her satisfied husband watches. "Damn I wish I could finish inside you," he says. "Me too but we can't take a chance, Honey." They kiss. He dresses, kisses her goodbye and waits for the CO to open the door and escort him away, leaving Ellen chained to the bunk. She masturbates until the CO returns. He stops the CD, eject it from the player and loads another one. Nadine Hicks is undressing while she waits for her husband. I've seen them together in the VR a few times. She's a small redhead with big breasts and he's a huge black Mandingo who looks like a pro football lineman. I wondered how well hung he was every time I saw him. Now I'm going to find out! The CO escorts him in and locks the door. They embrace and kiss, then they practically tear each other's clothes off! Nadine isn't chained like Ellen was and I will be. She's free to move her legs and get into any position they want to fuck in! His cock is enormous, even bigger than I imagined it might be! I can't take my eyes off it! She kneels and kisses it. He puts his hands in her hair and pulls her face toward it. She opens her mouth and takes several inches of it in. He holds her head and strokes in and out of her mouth. He pulls her head back and takes his cock out of her mouth. She removes the condom from the wrapper and rolls it carefully down his enormous black cock, leaving extra room in the reservoir tip for his load. She bends over the cot and he enters her from the rear. She moans in pleasure as his ebony love spear stretches and fills her. "Does my cock feel good, Deanie?" he asks." "Jesus yes!" she exclaims. "I want that thing so bad I'm going crazy half the time!" "I want to give it to you all the time!" he says and strokes harder. "But fucking once a month like this is better than not being able to fuck at all." "I only get to fuck once a month. You're getting it all the time, aren't you?" she asks and groans as his cock penetrates her womb. He grabs her firm breasts and squeezes them hard. She grinds herself against him. "I need it all the time!" he says. "So do I!" she says between panting breaths. "But I can't have it!" "Whose fault is that?" he asks. "Mine, Baby!" she says and screams as her orgasm races through her! "It's my fault I have to live in a cage while you're free to fuck! Are you still dating my slut friend Liz?" "Yes, her and couple of others," he replies. "You're a better fuck than any of them but they manage to keep my balls drained. Yeah, Baby, I feel your pussy tightening around my cock! You're going to cum now, aren't you?" She moans loudly and cums hard on his cock. "Oh, shit, that feels good!" he exclaims. "I'm cumming too!" He humps her hard. Their bodies slap together. He pulls out after he cums. He's still half hard. She slides the condom off, holds it up and looks at the huge load in the end. "There's enough cum in there to get 50 women pregnant!" she exclaims! He laughs. "No shortage of Mandingo magic potion at all! I was with Liz two nights ago, then I let it build up for our visit after that." She lies on her back on the cot and pours his cum onto her stomach while he watches. She tells him "You know what I want you to do!" He grabs her ankles and pulls her down the cot until her legs are hanging over the end. He puts his face between her thighs and licks her. She puts her hands on his head and pulls his mouth harder against her. "Yes! Yes! Damn that's wonderful!" she exclaims. "I wait all month for you to do that!" He licks and sucks her pussy, making slurping sounds I can hardly hear because she's moaning and groaning so loud. She raises her legs and puts them over his shoulders, pressing her thighs against the sides of his head. She wriggles her hips in all directions, thrusting and rotating them in ecstatic excitement. She's so aroused she can't hold still! She finally whispers "Are you hard again, Baby? Are you ready to cum again?" He mumbles something against her pussy. She puts her legs down, moves up the cot and spreads his thick cum all over her clit. "I wish I could have felt this filling me!" she says. He climbs on top of his convict wife but he doesn't put his enormous cock inside her. She grabs it and holds the underside of his head against her slippery, swollen clit. He holds still over her while she moves her hips just enough to rub her clit against the slot in his cock. His face contorts in a mask of passion. "Your girlfriends don't do this for you, do they?" "Nobody does what you're doing, you hot bitch! He exclaims. "Does it feel good?" "Hell yes!" he exclaims and starts to tremble. "Remember how this feels while you're with your girlfriends. I'd do it for you any time you wanted it and let you cum in my womb if I was free. You want me all month, don't you, but you can only have this once a month with the walls and fences keeping you away from me!" "Dman right I want you all month! You want it bad all month too, don't you?" he asks. "My pussy's always wet and ready for your thick black cock! Do your friends know how hot your little lifer wife is?" "Yeah, they know! They're always asking about you! They think you're the hottest bitch ever because you're only getting it once a month. Damn! I'm going to cum! "I'm cumming too!" She exclaims. She keeps moving and holding his cock tightly against her clit while his cum pumps onto her stomach. "Keep cumming, Baby!" She moans and has her own orgasm while his cock continues to twitch and spurt. He collapses on top of her and they catch their breath while they wait for the red light. "I want to go home with you!" she whispers. "I'm going to be horny again by the time they lock me in for the night. I can't finger myself because I'll lose privileges for 6 months if they catch me playing with it." "I wish I could take you home with me!" he says and kisses her. "But you know what? You're the hottest bitch I know her and I like you like this! You turn me on more now than you ever did when we were together!" "You like being married to me but being able to cat around, too, don't you, knowing there's not a damned thing I can do about it?" "OK, you got me" he replies and pats her swollen pussy. "You know I got to have it every night! I'd only be with you if you were home." She smiles, spreads her legs and pats her pussy. "I've heard you Free World swinging dicks think prison pussy like mine is the hottest!" "You got that right! Tommy, Lester and Handy are always asking me about you and how our visits are." "What do you tell them?" "I tell them about you having to be chained up by your ankle and how we have to use a rubber and fuck careful so I don't dump any cum in you but you do something special that's our secret so it's all good! I tell them they don't know what they're missing!" She kisses him and tells him to remember that until next month. She wipes his sticky mess off her skin as best she can with the pillow case while she waits for the CO to return. When she does, Nadine holds her leg up to have her shackle unlocked. She pulls her feet up and spreads them spreads he legs. The CO pulls on her glove and orders her to spread herself. Nadine pulls her labia apart and the CO thrusts two fingers into her, moves them around and withdraws them to check for semen. Finding none, she orders Nadine to get up and dress. Warden Givens stops the CD player and ejects the disk. "I'll let you have your first conjugal free but you're going to have earn them after this. You understand, lifer bitch 103486?" "Yes Sir. I'll keep you as happy as you let me!" "My CO will check your cunt for any traces of cum like you just saw as soon as your visit's over. If she finds any, I'll never authorize you to have another conjugal. Do you understand?" I do. "It will be hard, Sir." "That's your problem, 103486, not mine. Make sure you follow my rule! And another thing; don't put your fingers in your cunt to make yourself cum! Your inmate pussy is my property. I don't want you using it." I call my husband as soon as I can to tell him we'll finally have our conjugal. I don't mention the restrictions. I'll do that while we're together because I don't want to spoil his excitement. "Damn!" he exclaims. "I was afraid we'd never get one! I'm so hot thinking about it I need to do something. Hold on while I go to the bedroom." I wait while women queue up for the phone. I tell him I only have a minute. He tells me it won't take him that long. I tell him how anxious I am to be with him while he jerks off. He's so horny he cums in a few strokes. I can hardly think about anything else while I wait for our conjugal. Every minute feels like an hour. Every hour feels like a year! I'm so nervous and excited I can hardly walk while I'm being escorted to the conjugal visiting room. The CO reminds me we'll only have an hour. "The red light will come on 5 minutes before your visit's over. You need to stop doing whatever you're doing and tell your husband to get dressed so you don't waste the CO's time.. He needs to stand in front of the door so he can be escorted out right away. If a CO knocks on the door, stop what you're doing immediately, separate and stay on the cot for count, no matter how long you have to wait for a CO to come by. Your husband has to dress and stand facing the window if there's a count. Strip and get on the honeymoon express." I take off all my clothes and climb onto the rickety metal cot. She locks the shackle around my ankle. The chain is a lot heavier than it looked in the video! I remember all the times my husband asked me to let him tie me up but I never went along with it it. Now I have no choice about being restrained and it's exciting in a sick way! The CO escorts my husband in and lock the door behind him. We kiss and hug. We're so used to having to stop there it takes a minute for us to realize we don't have to! He undresses and lies on the narrow cot next to me. We kiss and touch each other, enjoying the sensations that have been denied to us for so long. He's hard as a rock for me but he's so much smaller than the warden I can't help comparing his familiar white cock to the warden's enormous black one. I wonder how He's smaller than I'd like but I love him, he's hard for me and we can finally fuck after years of being deprived! "God, I've missed you!" he whispers in my ear while I hold his cock. "I've missed you too, Baby!" I reply. I part my thighs and put his hand between them. He slips a finger inside me. "You're so wet and tight!" he exclaims! I tell him I'm tight because I don't put anything inside myself. "Don't you need to? You always did after we made love and when we couldn't do it because you were having your period." "Of course I needed to but it's against the rules," I explain. "They don't want us to masturbate because they say it will make us want to have lesbian sex. It's ridiculous but most of the rules are." His precum is starting to coat my hand. He's making a lot more than he used to! I remember what the warden told me about having to loosen my pussy. I tell my husband to put more of his fingers inside me. I never let him put in more than three before even thought he'd always wanted to and it really excites him! I tell him I need him to fist me. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" he asks in amazement. "You never..." "That was before. This is now" I tell him and spread my thighs wider. I grab his wrist and force his hand slowly into me. It hurts a lot when his knuckles stretch me but stretching me is making me almost as horny as it's making him! I hold his wrist tight and thrust my hips hard to get his hand all the way inside me. The chain scrapes the bottom of the cot and clinks loudly each time I move my leg. He looks at the thick iron circling my ankle and pushes harder. His hand finally enters me up to his wrist. It feels huge, they way I imagine Warden Givens would feel! It hurts but it's arousing as hell! I stop moving, let go of his wrist and lie back. I tell him to make a fist and move his hand around so it presses my G-spot. Oh, Wow! I've never felt anything like it! No wonder huge cocks are so popular! A White Lifer's Life in a Mississippi Prison "I can't wait! I need to put it in!" he exclaims. "I want it too but you can't cum in me! You have to remember pull out! I'll let you finish in my mouth, OK?" "Damn, I'll try not to cum in you but it's going to be hard as heel not to!" "You have to pull out! They won't let us have another conjugal if you cum in me!" He climbs on top of me and I put his cock between my lips. He slides in all the way. He feels very, very small. I can't help thinking how much better the warden would feel! We make love with my free leg over his shoulder and my captive one hanging over the side of the cot. He's never been as hot as he is now! It's been forever since we were able to fuck and that's part of it but fisting me and that damned chain on my leg are the rest! He's humping me hard and fast, trying to get close to finishing despite how loose I am around him. I reach between us and push two fingers in with his cock while I rub my clit with my free hand. "You never did anything like you're doing today while you were free!" he pants. "I was getting what I needed then. I need more now. Fuck me harder but don't cum in me!" He's starting to get out of breath and I'm getting close to cumming even though he isn't. I'm just too damned loose to get him there even though he's hornier than I've ever seen him. The red light comes on! Damn it! Has it been nearly an hour already? "Get off me and fist me while I suck you off!" I exclaim. He eagerly changes position, putting his cock with reach of my mouth while he thrusts his hand into my loose pussy. I fantasize his hand is the warden's cock and climax suddenly and so hard I nearly pass out. His watery streams of cum splash into my mouth and I swallow each one. It's over in a moment. I'd never let him cum in my mouth before. "Jesus, having you swallow was worth waiting for!" he exclaims happily. "Being in here has really done things to your head, Jane! You used to be so uptight. Now you're acting like a real slut! I love it, especially since I know you're not going to be able to act like a whore for anyone else, ever!" I correct him. "I'm not a whore or slut, Karl. I'm your wife and I'm only acting like this because I'm so damned frustrated." "Whatever" he says. "You're a hell of a lot more exciting than you used to be! I can't wait for next month!" "Haven't you heard? Inmate pussy's the hottest!" I counter. He misses my sarcasm. He's very pleased with himself because he thinks he made me horny enough to do the things I wouldn't do at home and he's responsible for making me cum so hard! He dresses while I lie back sweaty, sore and for the first time in years, satisfied! He sits on the edge of the cot while we wait for the CO to escort him back to his life and return me to lonely, frustrating slavery. He bends over and kisses me while he plays with the shackle on my ankle. "What did it for you?" he asks. "Was it just being able to fuck me after all this time or having me fist you like I always wanted to or having to do it with this thing locked to your leg?" I look in the direction of one of the almost invisible cameras, imagining the warden's watching me. I smile into it and answer, "It was you!"