I’m serving an eight-year term in prison, and recently was placed in a drug-treatment program. One of the counselors is a brunette I’ll call Charlene—a goddess. She was always friendly and interested in my treatment. I thought maybe she liked me, but I wasn’t sure.
One day Charlene called me to her office. When I got there, she was eating lunch. She had a bunch of fresh strawberries in front of her, and as I walked in she was inserting an extra-large one between her strawberry-stained lips. What I would do, I thought, to have her do with my cock what she’s doing with that strawberry!
I asked why she called for me, and she smiled. “Well,” she said, “I need some help, and no one else seems right for the job.” She asked me if I’d eaten lunch, then picked up another strawberry, dipped it in sugar and began to lick it slowly with her tongue.
I had to clear my throat. “Well,” I said, “I do have a sweet tooth.” My cock was throbbing in my pants, and my reaction was beginning to become noticeable. And Charlene noticed it, all right! She got up, came around the desk and put a strawberry in my mouth. In a sexy voice she asked if I wanted “some sugar with that.”
There was no mistaking her meaning. I grabbed her firm little ass with one hand and pulled her in against my bulging cock. She lost no time reaching down and pulling it out, then dropped to her knees and caressed the head with her lips. I took hold of the top of her head and guided it down to my throbbing shaft, and she took it in her throat like a pro. I could hardly restrain myself from coming right there. She looked up at me, her eyes shining.
When my cock started to quake, she grabbed it at the base, as if to choke off the come, smiled up at me and sucked the length of it four or five times. As she did, she put her free hand under her skirt and played with her pussy. When she knew I couldn’t take any more, she took her hand and mouth off my cock and said to shoot all over her face. I did. When I was drained, she took my cock in her mouth again and soon began to have an orgasm herself. When she finished, we cleaned up and ate the remaining strawberries. Then I went back to my cell.
Since then I’ve had a few more encounters with Charlene, though not as many as I would like. It makes serving my prison sentence a hell of a lot easier!—Name and address withheld