Jailed Young Housewife

Beneath a deep layer of euphoria, Kaylah left Torres’s office after reading a false confession on video and signing a stack of documents without understanding what any of it meant.

“Where are you taking me? This isn’t the way to my husband's cell,” she slurred, still in the grasp of an incredible high.

“No, it is not,” Torres replied, steering her back to her cellmate.

“Look who’s back. After seeing her husband she says she misses big Black dick.  She’s a little out of it right now though.  She was getting a little cranky so we shot her up with more product,” Torres taunted, escorting a very stoned Kaylah back to the isolated cell. “I think you’re growing on her.”

Torres unlocked the door, shoving her in the cell where Reggie stood with a monstrous erection pushing against the fabric of his orange uniform. Kaylah observed the thick outline of his penis, the ridge of its glans distinguishable through the material.

The cold bars pressed against her back as Reggie loomed. “That be true, baby? Cravin’ more Black dick from me?” he growled, voice thick with lust.

“Uh-y-yes,” she stammered.

“You fuck him?”

“N-no—I just spent a few minutes with him…”

Her cellmate’s slap seared her cheek, vision blurring. “Ow, oh God!” she cried, stoned and unable to process the pain, yet reflexively shielding herself.

“You been gone nearly two hours—you think I be stupid?” he roared.

“I didn’t fuck my husband—they gave me more drugs and made me give a confession,” she sobbed.

“Your ‘husband’? Your boyfriend be whoever Torres put you with, and you with me.  I be husband now, baby!  You forget?” he snarled, shoving her to the bed, yanking down her pants, pulling her thong aside, his fingers spreading her labia and then probing her cum-slicked depths.

“Shot you up with more sweet stuff and China girl.  You must be feelin’ damn good, huh?” he asked fingering her pussy.

Reggie withdrew his fingers and held them up covered in white, slimy semen.

“What this be?  It look like jism?”

“It’s yours—from earlier,” she slurred.

“You sure?”

“Yes— I’ve only been with you since I’ve been here,” she mumbled.

“Hosed you good this mornin’ and Torres shot you up with some potent Takeover.  You high as hell,” he smirked, his cock surging harder, a granite pillar throbbing. “And probably couldn’t lie if you wanted to.  My dick getting real hard, baby.  You wanna relieve it for me?”

“I want you to love me more,” she replied defeated.

His fingers toyed with her clit before returning inside her, a hot slickness she couldn’t stop, the drugs wrenching her open for him, her wetness soaking his hand. “This white pussy been gettin’ spoiled on Black cock. You mine now—better not catch you lettin’ anyone else near you again,” he growled.

“Okay… ah… yes…” she moaned, pushing futilely, Steve’s memory a dagger.

“Your clitty already hard from the coke Torres gave you, and be needing attention—look how wet you be,” he sneered, breath hot, her juices an involuntary flood. “Told your ex ‘bout me?”

“No…”

“Good girl—best he don’t know how Torres turning you into a whore,” he chuckled darkly, stripping his clothes. “Miss me, baby?” he growled, pinning her down and thrusting deeply into her.

“Ah… yes… ooh… you’re all the way… inside me,” she gasped, her limbs wrapping around him in drugged surrender, her wetness a humiliating cascade. “Pull out this time… not on birth control anymore…” she murmured, recalling Torres’s suggestion to use the withdrawal method.

“You gonna feel every inch of me first—when I pull out, you best stroke my cock real nice, rub your clit with it like I taught you.  I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you gonna swallow it all. Understand me, baby?”

“Ah… yes… pull out now…”

She reached down and began stroking him while rubbing the smooth, slick head of his penis against her hard clit, his semen splashing across her stomach.

From his office, Torres watched onscreen, savoring Kaylah’s drugged submission—her wedding band and engagement ring glinting on her finger as she masturbated her young Black cellmate.  Reggie’s semen splattered on her fair skin, then filled her mouth as he straddled her, instructing, “Open, baby—and play with my balls.”

“Ah… so much…” she slurred, yielding, swallowing her cellmate’s copious load—betrayal etched in her moans as she obediently milked more from his huge black shaft into her open mouth in a drugged stupor.