2 comments/ 35036 views/ 2 favorites Diddle That By: mensaracefan It was Friday evening and after a hard week, Lynda and I decided to dress up and go out for a nice dinner and a movie. We stopped at the house to change into some nice clothes. While dressing, we teased and played with each other to relieve our stress and build some anticipation. Lynda came out of the bathroom wearing a stunning white blouse that was open enough to show the stunning curves of her breasts and the necklace draped between them. She had on a short grey skirt, dark stockings and a pair of ankle strap heels, the sight was breath taking. I had put on grey slacks, a tight black stretch knit shirt and was grabbing my jacket as we headed for the door. Lynda came up to me and said, "I sure hope you aren't wearing any underwear under those slacks! You know how I like to reach in and play with you while we are out." We headed to our favorite restaurant where we enjoyed a great meal in a quiet and relaxing atmosphere. Usually we sit next to each other at the restaurant so I can slide my hand between her stunning thighs and tease her under the table. More than once I had reached past the lace tops of her stockings and diddled her moist loins under the table. When I sensed she was really squirming, I would pull my hand out, and discreetly taste her juices on my fingers. Then I would lean over and kiss her so she could taste her sweetness in my mouth. This would drive her crazy and we would have to leave almost immediately. Very rarely have we ever had dessert at this restaurant. Tonight, Lynda had insisted on sitting across the table instead of next from me. After we were seated, she leaned over and I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned even further than before. I truly lust for her breasts; they are stunning and extremely sensitive. Many nights she can have two or three orgasms just by me worshipping her nipples. I now had hoped that this would be one of those nights. As we chatted and sipped our drinks, Lynda teased me by playing with the necklace between her breasts, arranging her blouse, or leaning over to whisper to me. Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. I could tell she was aroused and my mind was on fire at the thought of unwrapping those wondrous globes and licking them until I felt her shudder with an orgasm. Under the long tablecloth, Lynda had spent most of the evening taking her fancy shoes or her stocking covered foot and sliding it against my leg and kneading against my crotch. I loved this and my pants were visibly tented by my arousal. Dinner went very fast and I was ready to leave and go find a quiet dark corner where I could temper my lust before the movie. To my surprise, Lynda decided to order dessert. I was stunned. "Quit pouting", Lynda then said clearly. Obviously, my disappointment showed. She leaned over and at the same time sandwiched her hand between her breast and the table. I could see she was pinching her nipple as she watched me stare down her cleavage. "While we are waiting for dessert to arrive, reach down, unzip your pants, and pull that rock hard cock out of your pants." Then she sat back up and all I could see was her swollen nipple pressing out against her bra and blouse. At this point I was so full of lust I would do anything. I took a deep breath, slid my hand under table, unzipped my slacks and with some awkwardness pulled out my fully gorged cock. Wow, did it feel good to be released. I only hoped I would be able to get it back in later... I pulled my arm out from under the table and took a big gulp of my drink and set it down and released my deep breath. As I was about to ask her, "Now what?", I felt her stocking covered foot rubbing against my bare cock. Her nylons were so soft and smooth. The sensation was so intense that I closed my eyes and took another deep breath trying to restrain myself. I was startled back to life when I heard, "Madam, your bread pudding." Lynda smiled with a sheepish grin and began to enjoy her dessert. Her teasing of my cock with her foot continued, but at a much slower and softer pace. I was worried that I would loose it right there under the table, all over her foot. She must have sensed this and decided to continue my torture by slowing things down. She finished dessert and she quickly stood up to leave. She looked at me and said, "We need to go or we will be late for the movie." I reached under the table and forced my rigid cock back into my slacks and zipped up my pants. I stood up and saw that my erection was obvious to anyone looking. I caught up with Lynda and she walked in front of me. I thought that she was helping me conceal the bulge. Instead she kept slowing down so she could feel it against her ass. As we headed to the movie, I gave her a lustful deep kiss that released some of my desire. I grabbed her breast through her blouse and kneaded it forcefully as I drove my hot mouth against her. As we separated, she smiled but never said a word. We got our movie tickets and went into the theatre. It was a chick flick that she wanted to see. At this point, all I wanted was some place dark where I could release my lust for her. On our way to our seats, Lynda turned and kissed me again, deep and hot. She then pulled me close and whispered in my ear," I want you to go put this on now, before we sit down for the movie." Then I felt a small item pressed into my hand. I looked down and it was a condom. We typically did not use condoms but at this point I was willing to do anything. I detoured to the men's room and put the condom on. My cock was still very swollen and sensitive. The tip was moist and I knew I would not last long once I got to slide it into her. We sat down in seats at the back of the theater and when the lights were turned down I slid my hand over and went straight for her thighs. I wanted to feel her sexy stockings and work my way up. She had to be dripping wet with arousal by now and I could easily slide my finger in her and diddle her during the movie. With any luck I could make her cum right there. As I progressed, Lynda spread her legs and slid down a little, giving me easier access. A few minutes later, I was curious when I did not feel the lace top of her stockings. I continued to slide my hand up when I realized she was wearing pantyhose instead of stockings. She has several pair of crotchless pantyhose, but this was not one of them. She was also wearing a sexy pair of panties, another obstacle. I sighed heavily with my disappointment. It would be a long movie as I sat there and pouted, craving so much more. I pulled my hand back and Lynda sat up a little. In the darkness I thought I caught a glimpse a wicked smile on her face. I settled in and started trying to get into the movie. Inside I was steaming with lust and utter frustration. After such an incredible dinner, how could things end up like this? Twenty minutes or so later, Lynda slid her hand over to my thigh. As the movie progressed, her hand slid up until she found my cock. By now, it was swollen but not erect. Without any word, whisper or look, she began to slowly stroke and squeeze my cock through my pants. As I felt the swelling increase, I spread my legs and slid down to give her better access. Not being into the movie, I closed my eyes and decided to enjoy her hand massaging my cock. As my breathing slowed and became deeper, she began to firmly squeeze the shaft of my cock. The squeezing continued until it was almost too intense. I was again fully gorged and tenting my pants. The squeezing softened and I was again burning with lust. Usually by now, Lynda liked to whisper something erotic in my ear to excite my mind and intensify my lust. This time, she seemed completely focused on the movie. Now I was begging for the movie to end. I knew there was still a half hour or so to go and I had no idea how I would make it. Lynda now was firmly stroking my cock through my pants. My eyes were crushed shut and I was trying to control my breathing and keep from letting things go too far. "Look" she whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes and there on the screen were the two main characters of the movie in a very erotic bedroom scene. She was wearing stunning lingerie and she was having her way with him. My body tensed and my cock throbbed at the sight and thought. Lynda then violently began to pump my cock through my pants. I wanted to pull it out and let her have it, but never got the chance. It seemed like it only took seconds and I erupted like a volcano. My cock was throbbing and pulsing violently and she continued her relentlessly pumping. I wanted to scream from the intensity but held it. As my orgasm subsided, I exhaled and seem to collapse there in the chair next to her. She removed her hand and continued to watch the movie. It took me a while to catch my breath and open my eyes again. Now, I knew why she had my put the condom on before the movie. I looked over at her and noticed one of her hands was resting on her leg, her fingers slowly rubbing back and forth on the inner side of her thigh. Her chest was rising and falling more than normal, and her nipples were erect. It seemed that she had enjoyed the movie, one way or another. She leaned over to whisper something, "The movie is almost over, let's go now and beat the crowd." We got up and quickly exited from the theater. We practically raced back to the car. When we got in the car, she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my knees. She reached over and pulled the condom off my still swollen and tender cock. The glistening of my cum was visible from the parking lot lights shining through the windshield. Without saying a word, she leaned over and swallowed my cock deep in her mouth. I could feel her tongue and lips devouring me with lust. I quickly became erect again and wondered what would happen next. She sat up and kissed me forcefully, her mouth and tongue still covered with the taste from my hot sticky cum. She was savage with her intensity. I wanted her and it was clear she needed to release her lust. She pulled back, gasped and the smiled at me with an evil grin. "I thought you might like me diddling you for a change! Instead of tasting my juices on your sticky fingers and in your mouth afterwards, you get your juices in my mouth. Let's go home and fuck." Diddle the Prison Bird "Nikki Abigail Conner." A guard shouted. His name was Garcia according to name tag pinned over his left breast pocket below the gold badge marking him as an officer of the law. A black tie hung from the otherwise white dress shirt doing little to flatter his middle aged body. Like the majority of the guards there was a lecherous grin on his lips as he looked over the prisoners of Montana State Women's Correctional Facility. Most of the time the women of the facility, just like the women outside the prison wanted as little to do with him as possible, this was the exception to that rule. This was mail time and clutched in his hands was a box filled with the outside world. The woman who rose to her feet was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with skin the color of honey and her shoulder length curly hair was only a few shades darker. The neon orange jumpsuit did an excellent job of concealing her tasty curves. It neither clung to her full breasts held snug in a plain white bra nor followed the swell of her hips that gave her a heart shaped ass that even the formless jumpsuit could fully conceal. It certainly did nothing for her toned thighs. "Just stay there." He said motioning her back down to her seat and with the same motion instructing the inmates between him and her to bow their heads as he whizzed a pair of envelopes at her. Six years of the same job or handing out mail to inmates had perfected his aim, he could probably put an eye out if he really wanted but Nikki caught the first letter, and blocked the second. Nikki sat silently for the next few minutes as he handed out a few more letters then dismissed them. One by one the women rose from their seats around the cafeteria and returned to their individual cells, all but a dozen who were tasked with cleaning up the cafeteria that night Nikki among them. "Someone loves you." Jessica teased as she walked by with a push broom by gathering up the debris from the floor. Nikki smiled politely at the busty blonde but remained silent getting a huge bucket and filling it with water so she could start mopping behind Jessica. "He writes you how much? Two three letters most weeks?" Nikki still remained silently as she followed behind the blonde mopping. She hadn't felt much like talking since her incarceration a little over a hear ago and he was the only bright spot left in her life and he probably did spoil her. She easily received more mail from him in most weeks than most girls in the prison received in a month. "Yeah he really does love me." She finally replied. She hadn't actually told Jessica the story of her and Kris and the story of her internet buddy wasn't something Nikki liked to discuss with strangers. "Do you mind if we just hurry this along?" A hurt look crossed Jessica's face but she nodded and along with the other inmates the two finished cleaning the cafeteria and retreated to their cells. Nikki was lucky, she was between cellmates for the moment which meant she was alone in the room. Calling the holding cell a room was a huge misstatement, the entire enclosure was only six square feet, enough room for a pair of bunk beds to be suspended from one wall, a sink and toilet were set side by side with a mirror set over the sink. The third wall had a doorway that took up most of the space and the final wall had a tiny plastic trashcan in it. She wished she'd gotten a window but the rooms didn't have those. It was just one more thing that they used to keep them under control. It wasn't enough that their meals were timed, that they could only leave their cells when given permission. It wasn't enough that they couldn't use the phone or watch television. It wasn't even enough that they were punished, locked in solitary for masturbating. The guards had control over the most basic human pleasures. The guards were in control of time itself. If they wanted the day started twenty minutes early with lights on and doors electronically unlocking. At the same time if they wanted the day to end early the lights went off or if they wanted the day to last forever they could leave the lights on indefinitely. Nikki could only hope that the lords of her life would give her enough daylight to read the letters she'd been given. Letters were a rare treat for most of the women, something that should have been treated with some measure of respect and awe it wasn't. They were just torn open and tossed aside without a second thought. Nikki was endlessly thankful for the letters that she got and treated them like they were golden. It was a ritual for her, she started by carefully prying the envelope open trying to do as little damage to it as possible, and pulling the letter out. Then she would write a number on both the envelope and the letter so she would know the order she'd received them in. She re-read her letters several times a week when she was feeling bored and alone. Then she'd inhale the scent. Smell is something that most people take completely for granted in their daily lives. It's not like sight, sound or touch where a person can pause no matter where they are and imagine what life would be like with out it. It's just that the smells of the outside world are such a constant part of life that it's impossible, even by pinching ones nose to really get an idea for what it's like to be away from it all. Prison has a stale smell, a unique smell. It's not a bad smell, it's just stale. Concrete, steel and in the case of the Montana State Women's Correctional Facility Simple Green was the cleaning solution of choice that constantly wafted around. So a breath of fresh air which was exactly how much an envelope held. One single solitary precious breath of fresh air that wasn't to be wasted. If she was lucky there would be a whiff of him. Just enough of a whiff that she could remember he smelled like. He was the reason she was alive, her reason for breathing and getting up in the morning. It was something that Nikki was secretly ashamed of was that she hadn't told him that he was her entire world until it was too late for them. She could have told him at any time but she'd always been afraid he didn't feel the same way about her. It hadn't been until she'd been locked away from the world and he'd found her that she'd told him. There was no denying that it was him. Sometimes it felt like Kris would be able to stop her heart just by willing it. After all if he didn't need her anymore there was nothing left anywhere and if she was lucky she'd get a sniff of him. Just enough to whet her pallet. Next she would pull out any comics, pictures, puzzles or other non letter paper and set that aside. He would usually send her at least a page or so of song lyrics or something with his letters and she'd put those aside and look them over at the end. Only after all of that was done would Nikki unfold the letters, which he was usually careful to fold so that the words 'Dear Nikki' were the very first things that came out of the envelope and start to read it. Normally she only read one letter at a time but it depended on how much time there was. She would always start with a single letter though reading it to completion before she repeated the ritual with the second ritual. The letters never ceased to bring a smile to her face even if they were the most mundane things. The first letter was mostly filled with him rambling about his business which dealt with background checks. The rest of it was mostly him talking about the shows that he was watching which she'd found to be cute. She couldn't quite decided whether she felt like he truly made her into part of his life and she felt like he told her and trusted her with everything in the same way that she trusted him or whether it was just cute that he tried. No matter what she felt loved because he put out the effort. The second letter though, that as the special one and she knew it was special as soon as she opened the letter. That breath of fresh air carried with it a hint of his arousal. She wasn't sure what it that tipped her off but she could always tell when it was going to be one of those letters but she knew as soon as the scent hit her nose her pussy started moisten. Nikki's hips were starting to sway before she even read the first words of his letter. Strict rules were put in place against 'jilling off' but she was going to let that stop her. It was even less important when she had a letter from Kris. In fact she hadn't even gotten to the favorite parts of his letter and already she was starting to shrug off the jumpsuit. Nikki unzipped the suit pulling it down over her shoulders and down to her waist and hooked her panties pulling both of them down just beneath the firm half moons of her ass. Then she lay down on bottom bunk and started to read the letter. As usual the letter started off with him talking about random things that didn't really matter to her at the moment. Not when she could still remember his scent and could almost taste him so she found herself glossing over the entire first page, she could read that later but as her wetness started to spread she couldn't make herself care about what level of Ninja Gaiden he was on and what was happening on Smallville was equally unimportant. What she was looking for was the middle of the second page. It started of slowly with him describing how he wanted to kiss every single inch of her body from the tips of her toes to her forehead. Almost immediately Nikki felt her toes curling in response to imagined caresses. The only actual caress was her fingers against her breasts. She was running her fingers over her nipples, occasionally pinching or twisting them through the fabric of her bra which was suddenly far too tight and had to be pulled out of the way. Nikki's short nails scraped over her sensitive flesh when she pulled her bra down beneath her breasts and continued her caress. After he finished kissing her, he wanted eat her out. Kris described in decadent detail how she tasted, how he was going to his tongue to spell out her name on her clit. He was going to need to pin her down as she came on his tongue. Nikki's hips twitched slightly, then again, a hot ache igniting inside her. Nikki licked her fingers getting them slick before she dabbing at the hot patch of flesh between her thighs. "Kris lick my pussy." Nikki whispered dabbing her fingers against her clit in long slow sweeps like a tongue, like his tongue. She brought her fingers back up to her lips tasting the sweet tang of her juices the brought her fingers back down this time tracing out letters on her sex. "More." Nikki's imagined lover took her by the hips and turned her over burying her face a pillow with his words just inches away. Her bared nipples were crushed against the sheets, grinding slightly with each breath and her fingers were still lapping at her cunt like she knew he would. He didn't think she deserved to cum yet so he licked and licked at her, occasionally forcing her to taste her own arousal. "I'm your slut." He made her say those things. "Yes please fuck me Kris. Please let me feel your big cock in my tight wet pussy!" She hissed feeling a blush heat her face as she continued to humiliate her. He wouldn't fuck her until she'd begged him enough. He told her that in black twelve point black times new roman font. "Please stretch my cunt with your cock." It was enough, it was finally enough. He made her taste her juices one last time and she got her reward. Two fingers was her reward plunged into her slick womanhood. Nikki had a need deep inside her and her fingers two at first, then three were trying to push as deep into her as she could manage determined to reach that spot inside her. Kris wasn't a gentleman, not when he had a woman in his grasp. He was an animal then and that animal was pounding away at her cunt a loud slapping noise filling the tiny room each time her palm hit against her cunt. Kris liked to hear her beg, but something he loved more was to hear her whimper so he fucked her harder and faster driving her fingers until Nikki bit down on the pillow to keep from screaming. She could almost feel his hands digging into her hips, and his thighs against hers. Nikki whimpered into the pillow as her fingers dug deeper into her stretching her. A fourth finger joined in the hunt for an orgasm. There wasn't a warning, she didn't feel this orgasm building in her stomach before it hit. She just felt her muscles clench locking her fingers in place, her pussy clenching down around them while continued to pump in and out of her. Kris wasn't interested in her comfort though, he was interested in his own orgasm. That's why he was still thrusting inside her, nearly driving her forward on the mattress. "More." She whispered. There was no more though. He told her how he was going to plaster her face with his sperm and then he was going that would end it. He would mark her as his girl, his property, his slave. Nikki was still face down on her bunk with her ass pushed up in the air when the door opened and Officer Garcia stood over her. A lecherous grin crossed his face as he let his eyes drink in Nikki's half nude body, still licking her juices from her fingers. "You know the penalty for masturbation." He said closing the door behind him. "What do you want?" She responded.