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Kareem’s BBC Prison Cock Pt1I’m the prison guard and Kareem Mwangi is the prisoner, so you would have thought I had the upper hand, and until a few weeks ago you would have been right.When I first heard of the trailer addition to the prison I was furious. A few states permit conjugal visits and the prisoner has to be married (just for a start) before his application to schedule one is approved. The prisoner requests a block of time and the Warden has final approval, but giving prisoners any sort of privileges is something I had always been dead set against. Truth be told, the Warden often refused the requests as the rules were quite strict: They were only granted to non-violent inmates, which greatly limited the prisoners approved to use it… you had to have at least six months of perfect behaviour… and as already mentioned, you had to be married. I felt this was a massive waste of taxpayers’ dollars as not only did the new double-wide need to be installed and furnished, but it also had to be staffed and monitored. I couldn’t imagine our taxpayers being in support of paying for prisoners to fuck on camera; even if the camera was (allegedly) only used to ensure the wife’s safety. If they needed to fuck someone they could fuck any of the faggots in the prison or any of the weak men who became bottoms pretty quickly… something we turned blind eyes to as this, like all prisons, had a hierarchy and the system worked better if it ran smoothly and the top dogs got a fuck boy or two. But this was ridiculous… prison was becoming a resort in my opinion… I mean the old me had liked the old days when the only perks were decades-old books and the Bible. Okay, and a weight room so Burt Reynolds could make his football movies. I didn’t see the trailer for the first couple of months after it was in place, but I’d heard it was appointed with a queen sized bed, mini fridge, clean sheets, private bathroom, a television with a blu ray player and videos (porn and chick flicks)… and prisoners could request up to twenty-four-hour blocks, although three-hour blocks were most common. Anyway, a couple months after the new trailer’s installation, I began noticing a few strange things. 1. Kareem, a well-muscled don’t-fuck-with-me black man, had gotten his cell moved to the exclusive corner spot… the only cell that had some vague privacy… which was shocking because the history of this cell was it always went to someone serving his last three months (Kareem still had three years) and it only went to someone who had perfect behaviour (he didn’t). Also, no one had ever before been ejected from the cell to give it to another inmate (George was kicked out of it three weeks before his release). No one knew why this had happened, it made no sense, but you don’t question the warden… ever. Guards joked that Kareem must have had some major pull to get the sweet spot. 2. Kareem was given unsupervised free time which was unheard of for convicted r****ts. 3. Kareem wasn’t married. 4. Even though Kareem was 0-3 for the rules to even be allowed to apply for trailer time, he was frequently approved. I asked Dele, a buddy of mine who worked trailer duty, how Kareem got time and he acted sheepish and stammered he didn’t know… which was weird and made it obvious he did know… and wasn’t telling me why. Out of fear? Had he been compromised in some fashion? This all combined with the strangest item of them all… when I overheard a conversation between Kareem and another black inmate, Jamal. Kareem confidently stated to Jamal, “Oh I’ll have all their wives before the year is over.” Jamal called the obvious, “Bullshit.” Kareem laughed, but responded with a swagger, “Dude, all white men are secret submissive nigger cock suckers and bottoms, and the screws are no different.” I couldn’t believe he’d said that. He was bragging that he was fucking guards’ wives and implying he maybe had guards sucking him off or even taking it in the ass. The idea was ludicrous. “I know,” Jamal said, one of the men who all guards knew had a few queens to fuck whenever he wanted… and I suddenly realized all but one were white. “And white women, once they get a look at what we’re concealing, want to holster that weapon for us,” Kareem said confidently. The idea of my wife wanting a guy because he had a big cock was silly. She’d always made it clear I was all she wanted or could handle. Plus, Kareem was in prison for r****g the mother of a girl he was fucking… so the whole theory seemed flawed from the get go. “White chicks love black dicks,” Jamal eloquently rhymed. “That should be a bumper sticker,” Kareem laughed loudly, the only way he ever did. He then noticed me in his peripheral and nodded, “Guard.” “Don’t you guys have someplace to be?” I asked sternly, assuming my guard persona. Kareem looked down at my crotch, which I realized was hard (I had no idea why), before he nodded, with a smirk, “I suppose I do. I have a white honey waiting for some of this,” he answered, cupping his dick. “Give her an extra poke for me,” Jamal said. “Will do,” Kareem nodded, as they did their black guy handshake thang which was always convoluted nonsense… before he walked by me with a smug look on his face. It was a week later before things began coming together… and coming apart. Dele asked if I would take an extra shift, one that would be in the conjugal trailer. I figured why not… it was extra money, I was curious about how the trailer worked (until now only four guards had been assigned to it, no more) and the idea of watching real sex through the monitors was pretty interesting. I arrived for my extra shift that evening güvenilir bahis and Carter, another guard, said, after some small talk, “Enjoy the show.” I laughed, as I joked, “I imagine it’ll be better than porn.” He nodded, and then said ominous words I would later realize were foreshadowing, “You’ll never be the same again.” I had forty minutes of nothing where I did what I often did when I had nothing to do, which was play Clash of Clans. I know you were thinking watch porn, but getting horny at work in a place completely overflowing with testosterone seemed rather counterproductive, and perhaps even dangerous. My job was simple. Another guard would bring the prisoner to the trailer. I would escort the woman into the trailer, knowing she would have been thoroughly searched by a female prison staffer beforehand. As the 4pm booty call was about to happen, I wondered what type of woman could possibly come to a conjugal trailer for sex. Truthfully, I imagined she’d be dumb or ugly or both. Man, was I mistaken. The prisoner arrived and it was Kareem. I asked my fellow guard how Kareem got visits in violation of the rules and he said he didn’t have a clue. He then assumed a Dirty Harry accent and told me I could take it up with the warden if I was “feeling lucky… punk.” Then the woman arrived. She was incredibly beautiful. A small white woman who looked a lot like Danica Patrick. She had long brunette hair, blue eyes and that bitchy determined look as well. I loved that Danica acted tough and yet still looked beautiful, competing and often winning in a mostly male-dominated sport. She was dressed nicely in a white blouse and a rather short black skirt and black nylons which had my cock hard since they were my fetish. There is nothing hotter than a woman in sheer nylons. Quite frankly, she looked like she was his lawyer and not his fuck buddy… I knew she wasn’t his wife since he wasn’t married. She’d even arrived with a briefcase. She didn’t say a word as she signed in, although I did notice with some interest she was wearing a wedding ring. She then walked directly into the room… this obviously wasn’t her first time here. I wanted to say have fun, but didn’t. My job was simple. To make sure she didn’t smuggle in anything even though she’d been searched, and to make sure the inmate didn’t endanger the visitor in any way. Or I suppose vice versa, but there seemed little chance of that ever happening. So in essence I was being paid by the taxpayers to watch people have sex…clearly our laws, supposedly harsh on crime, needed some work. There were four cameras in the room and audio so I could hear everything. The first words out of Kareem’s mouth shocked me. “Get sucking, slut.” I couldn’t believe he would treat her that way, yet after thinking about it and knowing the disrespect he had for everyone, it made sense. I watched in awe as she dropped in front of him instantly and without a word, pulled down his pants and took his massive flaccid cock in her mouth. I’m not sure what shocked me more: 1. How she obeyed without hesitation, or 2. The size of his cock. I mean I’m a very respectable 6½” and thick, but I was like a little boy compared to Kareem. He was bigger than I was hard while he was still flaccid. This woman, Janna, according to the sign in, was 5’2″ and barely over a hundred pounds. That cock would tear her in two. Yet, this prim and proper looking woman, her hair in a ponytail, was stroking the monster cock, her hand not even able to wrap completely around it, as she got it hard with her mouth. It was, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’d ever seen… and I watch a lot of porn. The cock grew and grew and I wasn’t sure it was ever going to stop… although I was only watching through cameras, it was definitely 10 inches long… I would later learn when I saw it up close and personal it was slightly longer than 10 inches. Once it was hard, he ordered, “Now let’s see if you’ve been practicing like I ordered you to.” I wondered what he had ordered her to do, but I concluded pretty quickly it was obviously about improving her skills for sucking his cock. His cock now completely erect (as was mine), she began bobbing. And unlike most blow jobs that started slow as the woman got used to a cock in her mouth, this hot woman really went to town, trying to deep throat that massive monster right from the get-go. Then after she somehow managed to get eight inches of it in her mouth, give or take, he grabbed her ponytail and said, “You have been practicing, bitch. Now let’s see if you’ve been practicing your gag reflex.” He then grabbed her by both sides of her head and skull fucked her. The slobber sounds were clear, she almost gagged a couple of times, but she somehow took his entire cock in her mouth and more than half of it down her throat. After four or five rough face fucks, he stopped, his cock resting deep in her mouth. He instructed, as if he were teaching her how to perfectly suck such a huge dick, “That’s it, breathe through your nose, slut.” Like I said, I had never supervised the trailer before, so I was completely mesmerized by the scene. I mean I had only ever seen women being treated like such sluts in porn. My own real-life experiences had never come close to porn. No girl ever willingly begged for a facial, no girl ever demanded I slam it in her ass and no girl ever allowed me to face fuck her. He held his cock tickling her tonsils for what seemed like forever before he pulled out with a strand of saliva dr****g from her lips to his thick cock head. “Now show me how much you love my black cock over your husband’s tiny whitey,” he ordered. My eyes türkçe bahis went wide. She obeyed as she bobbed like a porn star slut, taking more and more of his massive cock in her mouth with each forward bob. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “You’re such a dirty fucking white slut.” She moaned as her left hand went under her skirt which was now hiked up enough to see she was wearing thigh high stockings. Delicious! “Did I give you permission to touch that cunt?” he objected rudely, pulling his cock out of her mouth and slapping her cheek with it. “N-n-no,” the pretty woman stammered. “Who owns that cunt of yours?” he asked, continuing to slap his cock on her lips. Lips she kept open, ready for him to shove his cock back into her eager mouth. “You do,” she responded without hesitation. “Then let’s see my white slut’s cunt,” he ordered, as he pulled her to her feet. She was obviously nervous, which seemed weird considering what she had just been doing, but she lifted up her skirt. “Fucking panties!” he roared. “Do nigger loving white sluts wear fucking panties?” “S-s-sorry,” she stammered, even as she quickly pulled them down and off. “I came directly from work.” “Do I look like I have time for fucking excuses?” he questioned, clearly annoyed. “No sir, sorry sir,” the submissive woman apologized. “Now let’s see this cunt I own,” he said. She obediently lifted her skirt up, although I couldn’t see it from the camera I was watching, so I switched cameras. I was staring at a shaved snatch as was Kareem who approved, “Good girl, and may I assume you have now made it clear to your cock sucking husband that your cunt is owned by me?” “Yes, sir, I told him that,” she replied, not fazed by the expectation or the knowledge her husband was apparently a cock sucker. Who was her husband? “And what did he say?” “Yes, Mistress, Master knows what is best,” Janna quoted. “He is a very good cock sucker, maybe even better than you,” he said, which had me baffled. Did we allow men to visit men in here? After what I was witnessing, I supposed anything was possible. I knew Kareem had a couple of white inmates he fucked, including a guy who’d thought he was tough when he entered, but quickly learned his new purpose in life was to be a bottom for a few of the black inmates… but this was something different. “Well,” she said, lowering herself back down to the floor, “I guess I’d better keep practicing.” Kareem let her suck for a couple of minutes before he pulled out and ordered, “Get your clothes off.” She stood back up and removed her skirt and blouse. “Bra too,” he ordered. “Let’s take a look at those small white titties of yours.” She again obeyed, although her tits were not really small, they looked pretty average, I would learn she was a 34B when she was made to leave her bra and panties behind. “We need names for your tits and cunt,” he said. “What is your mother’s name?” “Helga,” she answered. “What a white bitch name,” he chuckled, before he went and grabbed a marker that was for some reason on the nightstand. He wrote Helga above her left tit. He then wrote Bertha above her right tit as he said, “Bertha seems to be a good name for your other baby tit.” “Yes, sir,” the clearly mortified woman nodded. “And what should we name your white cunt?” he asked, seeming to be really pondering this. To my surprise, she offered, “How about Amber? That’s a pretty white slut name. And it’s also my middle name.” “I like that,” he approved, as he wrote Amber above her shaved snatch, before he buried his face in it and licked. “Oh God, yes,” she moaned, as he licked her pussy. After a minute, he stood up, walked to the bed and laid down and ordered, “Now get over here and ride me.” I stared at his huge cock standing completely at attention. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by its length, its girth and just its dark majestic beauty. I knew that sounded gay and I definitely wasn’t gay, yet I was unable to take my eyes off it. She straddled his massive cock and lowered her tiny body onto it. I was stunned watching this beautiful woman take that massive cock inside her… the black and white skin contrast way more obvious in such an interwoven situation. He grunted and she moaned as she slowly took all ten inches inside her. I watched as she became a magician, somehow making ten inches of black cock disappear completely inside her. “Now get riding, slut,” he ordered. And ride she did as she then began, somehow with incredible flexibility, lifting herself up and back down on the massive pogo stick. Her moans increased quickly as she sped up her pace, vigorously bouncing on the massive cock. She looked to be in a sexual euphoria I could never instill in my wife. Her moans were loud, her actions wicked and her facial expression one of complete lust. And as I switched my monitor from camera to camera I could see it all!”Oh yeah, slut, come all over my nigger cock,” Kareem groaned, as he watched her fuck herself on his massive member… seemingly amused at the power his cock had over this, to all appearances outside this room, respectable white woman. “Fuck, I love your black cock,” she moaned, her guttural tone implying her orgasm was imminent. “Come, you nigger loving slut,” he ordered. As if all she’d been waiting for was his permission, she screamed, “Fuck!” as she collapsed, twitching spasmodically, on top of Kareem. In one impressive move, although he was a big man and she a small woman, he lifted her up, flipped her onto her back and took control of the fucking. He fucked her slow and deep, leaning in and whispering things in her ear I couldn’t hear… even as the orgasm continued coursing through her. She güvenilir bahis siteleri nodded, she moaned, she admitted in response to his continuing whispering, “Yes it’s true, black cock is best.” After a moment she repeated it, but changing the word, “Yes, nigger cock is best.” As the fucking continued, slow, but with deep thrusts, she agreed, “Yes, you do own it,” and “Yes, I’ll be a slut for any black cock,” “Yes, I’ll tell my husband from now on my cunt is reserved for nigger dick.” I couldn’t believe how crazy everything she was saying was or how incredibly hot I found it. The idea that a big cock could transform someone from a professional looking no nonsense woman to a writhing cock hungry bimbo slut was wild… which made me wonder if such a thing could happen to my own wife. No way. No way would she ever do such a thing as cheat, but even if she did she wouldn’t ever get so animated. I mean she enjoyed sex, but we made love, we didn’t fuck. I was drawn back to Kareem as he lifted up her ankles to his shoulders and began pulverizing that pussy as he pile-drived into her. Her screams of rapture… the sight of his black cock pistoning in and out of her… the dirty talking as Kareen called her a plethora of derogatory names… and the incoherent babbling of a bitch in extremis were all way hotter than any porn film… Then she came again… something my wife told me she had never experienced, multiple orgasms, which made me wonder if she would do so from such a big black dick… although I couldn’t imagine the verbal humiliation would do anything for her like it was obviously doing for this outwardly prim and proper woman. And for twenty more minutes he fucked her… in a dozen different positions… some impressively acrobatic… and she came at least three more times… before he pulled out, grabbed her hair and shoved his cock, shining with her cunt cum, into her mouth and face fucked her… treating her mouth with the same reckless abandon that he’d treated her cunt. I was impressed by his stamina. He’d lasted a good forty minutes with his dick in either her mouth or cunt and hadn’t come. I don’t think I had ever lasted more than fifteen minutes and even that estimate is likely a bit optimistic. Also, although my wife came from me fucking her (or so I believed at the time), she had never had multiple orgasms before, although she said she simply couldn’t come more than once… suddenly I wondered if that was true. Would a huge cock like Kareem’s be able to give her what I couldn’t? My own cock was about to burst in my pants as I rubbed my cock through them, watching him stroke his huge dick while aiming it at her pretty face and wide-open mouth. “Close your mouth, cunt. I want you to wear my entire load,” he demanded, and she instantly obeyed as if she were unable to disobey this dominant man… as if she would do anything for that black cock. Here it comes, bitch,” he grunted, as the biggest load of cum I had ever seen come out of a cock (not that I’d ever seen any apart from my own and in porn) spewed out of his dick in five thick cannon blasts, splattering her entire face. I came in my pants as I stared at the massive monster explode in a white rainstorm, as I coated my underwear with my own load. When he was done, he called out, “Guard, bring in her phone.” I shouldn’t have obeyed him, yet after I quickly took a picture of her cum-coated face with my own phone before I went to her purse and grabbed her phone (a purse I noticed was the Coach brand which I knew from my wife’s expensive purse tastes was pricy). I then walked in and Kareem ordered me, “Take a picture of the slut, man.” Even though I’d obeyed his original order to grab the phone, I suddenly realized I couldn’t let him control me. I snapped, “Your time is up, get dressed.” He looked directly at my crotch and likely saw the wet spot created by my creaming my pants as the drenched woman ordered, “Take the fucking picture.” “You sure, ma’am?” I asked. “Ma’am,” he scoffed. “Yes, and hurry up,” she demanded. So I did. A big wad of cum was hanging by a cum thread on her chin. “Thanks,” Kareem said, after I took three or four pictures. He then added, “You can take one for yourself if you want.” “No, that’s okay,” I said, taking the phone back out of the room, as I ordered, “Get dressed.” As I left, he ordered, “Don’t you wipe that cum off your face until you get home, is that clear?” “Yes, sir,” she nodded, as she weakly stood up… looking ashamed in the aftermath of a one afternoon stand. Once dressed, he said (the monitors were still on, so I could see and hear), “And lawyer, you better be working on getting me out of here.” “I am, sir,” she said, which shocked me again. She went to grab her panties and he said, “Leave them! Nigger sluts don’t wear panties. Even at work!” She obeyed as he added, “Nor do they wear bras.” “Understood,” she nodded, buttoning up her blouse, leaving her bra on the floor. Once dressed, she walked out and came to get her purse… I couldn’t help but stare at both her hard nipples through her crisp white blouse and the very big load still on her face. “Take a fucking picture, it will last longer,” she snapped, not at all prim and proper, as she grabbed her purse. I didn’t respond except to say as she left, “Have a good night.” She kept walking. A guard came to get Kareem and as Kareem walked by me he again looked at the stain in my pants… He didn’t say anything, but he knew… which made my cheeks burn in shame. I supervised two more visits that were actually wives and their husbands… but they were rather anticlimactic (pun intended) after what I had already witnessed. I couldn’t help it… but I couldn’t get the image out of my head of Kareem dominating his avowed slut… or that she was a lawyer, his lawyer… even though she could lose her job if anyone found out she was fucking her client.

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