Lisa Ann get fucked by prisoner
Title: “Rough Justice: Lisa Ann merchants her ample assets in a Risque Prison Visit”
The heavy metal doors clanged shut behind Lisa Ann as she stepped into the bleak prison visiting room. The air was thick with a mix of sweat, desperation, and unbridled masculinity. In this stark environment, Lisa Ann’s lush curves and ample cleavage straining against her low-cut top seemed almost indecent.
The guard led her to a table and gestured to the hulking figure already seated there. Prisoner 3472. built like an ox and covered in tattoos, his shaved head glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. He ogled Lisa Ann shamelessly, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and wide hips.
“Five minutes,” the guard barked, eyeing Lisa Ann’s plunging neckline with a mix of disapproval and admiration before retreating to his post.
Lisa Ann perched on the edge of the hard metal chair, crossing her long legs. Up close, she could see the prisoner’s bulge straining against his orange jumpsuit. She smiled coyly, letting her top gape open slightly. “Hello, boys. I’m Lisa Ann. Sorry you’re all stuck away in here, but maybe I can help raise some morale.”
The inmate grinned, revealing a gold tooth. “Damn, you one fine piece of ass. How ’bout you give us a little show, mama?” He clenched his fists atop the table, the muscles in his powerful arms bunching.
Lisa Ann leaned forward, her cleavage practically spilling out. “Mmm, I like an eager man. Let’s play a game – you tell me what to do, and if you like what you see, maybe I’ll reward you.”
The prisoner grinned wider, leering at her. “Deal. Striiiiiiiiipe for me, baby. Real slow-like.”
Lisa Ann stood up and slowly peeled off her tight black tank top, tossing it aside to reveal her heaving rack nearly spilling out of a lacy red bra. She turned around and bent over, wiggling her ass in the low-slung, hip-hugging jeans as she unbuttoned them and shimmied out of the denim. Her thong was barely more than a triangle of red lace.
The prisoner licked his lips, eyes glued to her every move as she continued her striptease, backdrop to a cellblock full of rapt inmates watching through the bars. She reached around to unhook her bra and it dropped to the floor, unleashing her heavy, jiggling breasts. They swayed hypnotically as she gyrated. With a final wiggle, she turned around slowly to face the predator in cuffs, now utterly naked save her skimpy thong.
Apparently impressed, the prisoner gave a low whistle and nodded at her to keep going. “Damn, you know how to work it. Go on, put that hot mouth to use ‘fore I bust loose and grab my prize.”
Lisa Ann smiled wickedly and dropped to her knees, crawling towards him. The guard shouted a warning but Lisa Ann just flipped him the bird and continued her lewdly sexual visiting room performance.
“Good boy, following my lead,” she purred. “Now, let me service you like the good prisoner you are.” She pulled the rigid tentpole of his bulge free from the jumpsuit. The hot, pulsing, footlong ebony rod sprang out, slapping her in the face greedily. She licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around his impressive girth.
“Oooh, fuck that’s big. I bet you wish this was a solo show and you could fuck me right in front of everyone, huh? Mark your territory solid…” she coached as she licked the mushroom head of his cock, tentative at first, then gaining confidence. “Mmm, musky. I bet you’re going crazy thinking about slipping this big uncut dick into my tight wet cunt. Aww but you can’t cuz you’re stuck in here. Or maybe, just maybe, if you’re good I’ll let you put your big black cock in my mouth. How’s that sound?”
He groaned and bucked his hips, his engorged nuts slapping against her chin as she took more of him into her wet mouth, her head bobbing, jiggle tits swaying with her movements. She licked and slurped noisily along every throbbing inch, thinking about how awesome it would be to cage that huge tool in the silken walls of her pussy, to feel it bisexual her insides out. But she had to put on a show first.
“Goddamn ma’am, you could make a man do anything with that mouth,” the prisoner grunted. “Keep sucking my dick like a good girl. Suck it harder. I’m gonna bust all over that pretty face with this big cumshot. You want my prison cum, don’t you slut?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned around his shaft, bobbing faster and deeper, funny a bit, then continuing in earnest. The cellblock was filled with the sounds of sneakers squeaking on linoleum, gates clanging open and shit, ragged breaths and vulgar orders. She took him down to the base, throat bulging with his thick meat as she deep throated him, eyeing him upside down. Then she pulled up, stroked him, then took him in again, over and over, dizzy from lack of air and her own building lust.
Abruptly, the guard sounded the five minute warning, moving towards the cage with a disapproving scowl heralding his unwillingness to let her cross the line any further. But Lisa Ann had other plans. She continued sucking, ignoring the warning, until the prisoner suddenly began twitching and grunting, holding the back of her head and forcing her nose into his wiry pubes as he came long and hard down her throat with a roar.
She pulled off, gasping for air as he fired thick ropes of jizz across her pale face, covering her nose, cheeks, and gaping mouth like sticky facial deodorant. When he finally finished, he hauled her up and shoved her against the bars face first as he leaned in and licked and sucked his own prisoner goo off her face, commenting constantly, “Mmm, milk and honey on velvety skin…”
He backed off, as he tucked his softening cock back into his jumpsuit and rubbed his hefty, cum glazed balls against her ass. “You a hot little number, ma’am. Got my dick good and clean, but that clit looks pissed off. Hope ya got one of them prison guard cocks squirrelled away to slam you real good. Maybe next time, mama. I’m callin’ dibs on this ass.”
Just then the guard pulled her away roughly, clearly at the end of his rope. “Five minutes, fucktoy. That’s all you get. Don’t push your luck. There’s a reason he’s here, you stupid slut. Get gone before I have you charged with indecent exposure.”
Lisa Ann just smiled coyly, grabbing her clothes and starting to dress. “Aww, don’t be like that, Guard. Those behind the bars get rank sometimes, everyone knows. The ladies like me gotta keep morale up, after all. And a hot mouth and tits are good medicine. Come on, I bet you gotta itch that needs scratching.” She leered at his crotch, licking a stray dribble of prisoner spunk from her lower lip.
The guard flushed and muttered, hustling her towards the door. “You’re lucky I don’t run your ass in. Next visit, I’ll be back with a billy club to satisfy you OR the prisoner. Hope you brought some panties this time.” He swung the door open.
Lisa Ann just wiggled her fingers, already fantasizing about the guard bending her over the table next time, balls deep in her ass, to make up for today’s tease. This was shaping up to be a delicious, naughty treat of a routine.
On the bus ride off the prison grounds, Lisa Ann smirked to herself, fingers between her legs and grinding against her jeans as she replayed the rough prison encounter in her head. Her cunt was flooded with the juices of her own controlled excitement. Fuck, maybe she should take up visiting prisoners more often, as long as the guards were reasonable. A real cock, even from a bad boy, was nothing short of incredible.
Descending on the bus to the parking lot, Lisa Ann beamed at the opportunities and adventures in the air, her clit aching for more attention. Would next time be the guard and his ensured clubbing of her pussy? Would the prisoner get more adventurous? Would her nipples really to be worked over for real this time? Time would tell, and dammit, she was undeniably ready for more. The ‘hole experience with her ‘albeit over restraints’ with the hottest criminal or CO around was about to take an amateurs to all the right, unimaginative places.
This naughty lady was a certified grade A freak – one souvenir deepthroating at the prison, and she was ready to fuck anything and everything…hoping for the kings delectable consensual forceful fuck-em she had dreamed of experiencing first hand during her tour of the known prison. And that ferocious beast of a prisoner fucking machine? He would certainly be a wave and surge sized bonus for ones wild weekend jaunt – a quick-cumming animalistic hot mess that would knock ones bones loose and split the business tight for all she was worth.
That provocateur lived the MILF life to its fullest, and the only rule she played by was “The earlier the better.” It would be nice to see her have a good old session with exhibitionism at its absolute best – make sure the zookeepers were more than ready for tenses animal rubbing bodies again soon and have her get on all fours, bouncing on the bully’s foot long pole, tits shaking in a cell full of howling inmates and ‘Double A’ officers. God bless Southern comfort and the related comfort acts of sex in public.
She gave a “Hey papi!” smile and batted her lashes at the adjacent olharight, the guard right next to her recognizing the look and stifling a snort behind his hand, shaking his head in amusement at the aged madam’s forward sexual tricks and intrigue. months to a place she was more than welcome to, that asylum really knew how to get her um and talking about the American consumer. Through her struggles, she found a freedom that few are granted – the ability to truly just let go, and let biology and hormones take over. Animalistically rich and properly salacious, wild rides were what made her genuinely hot and bothered and want to put her sexy skills and least favorite ex-husband to the test. In the end, she had gotten an insatiable rubber-room frisky, and she couldn’t wait to go even further.
Such was the breadth and scope of her devoutly puerile promiscuity – that nasty MILF was always looking for another target to slam, to tame, to deplete of seed and stock full of the finest and filthiest fucks she could. Southern comfort may have allowed her primitive escapes, but she was a one woman production of coital firmament, an onerous orgy at its dearest but crassest, a stringy fuck with the potential to get dirty and downright raunchy. Period.
And that is why, my dear gourmands and gourmands-to-be, Lisa Ann was born for the fucks, and fucks she would get. With so few mature newcomers like her to the done, kinky act, she was determined to push the boundaries of sex ed out there and join the masters and masterminds, again and again and again until satisfied. And then some. Who knew that within the confines of a single, limited space, so much sexual confirmation and carnality could be had? I mean, the guards were undeniably hot, the criminal’s were insanely virile, and she was up for absolutely anything…Sumptuous. Sensual. Sexualized. This was absolutely her niche – and the world of pros was her oyster.
