Favors and Currency

Being sentenced to life in prison for murder at fifty-two years old was not something most women were prepared for. Sascha had been in prison for two months and learned two key things, favors mattered, and guards could be bought. It didn't hurt that the guard she was buying today had a cock, which was a big plus in a world where sexual release was usually from your own fingers or some brawny dyke's. Her age was an advantage since the lesbians that ran things on her block had a preference for younger women, but sex in here was more about power and control, so she had already been taken by Jollene once and had decided there were better ways for her to pay her way, through favors.

The guard knew the spots where the cameras didn't cover and led her to one of them. He stopped and she dropped to her knees and unzipped his trousers, pulling his cock out. Without hesitation, Sascha grabbed his cock and wrapped her lips around it. She had prepared herself and was ready for this, it was nothing but a trade of her body for contraband that would make her life here better. She sucked hard and felt it stiffen in her mouth as he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face into his crotch. Once it was hard, she pulled back off his cock and looked up at him as she said, "Fuck me."

He nodded as she rose to her feet and turned around, pushing her orange pants down to her knees before leaning forward and pressing her hands against the grey cinderblock wall. She grunted as she felt the head of his cock penetrate her, then exhaled as the length of his shaft pressed inside her. She pushed back and clenched her pussy on his cock, then slid a hand down and began rubbing her clit urgently. She figured she wasn't going to get much time and once he came, this was over.

Her forehead pressed against the back of her hand to keep it from being scraped up by the rough block wall. She focused only on the feeling of the cock inside her, tried to tune out who he was and why she was doing this. "Just enjoy the cock," her mind kept repeating.

It wasn't the first time she'd fucked a cop to get something she needed, though the last time it hadn't worked out so well because she had not known about the neighbor's doorbell camera that had caught her sneaking to her neighbor's house to murder her. After she fucked him, she was able to get him to believe a lie that implicated the woman's husband, until his cunt of a partner had found the video that proved she was lying to him. Well, he was a pretty good fuck, so it wasn't a complete loss.

The guard grabbed her hips and began driving his cock in hard, grunting, as she worked her clit faster and more urgently. "Fuck," she grunted as she got closer, desperate to finish. She slammed back into him again and again as her fingers flew back and forth over her clit. Biting her lip, she felt it start to build, she whimpered, and her head pressed harder against her hand. "Fuck yes," she groaned and her pussy clenched the cock inside her, driving back onto it and continuing to stroke her clit as she came.

Her body shuddered and shook, then relaxed and she came back to the present. Barely moving now as she waited for him to finish. He began to grunt and dig his fingers into her flesh.

"Not inside me," she begged.

Sascha felt his cock pull out of her, then felt his cum splatter on her ass. That was it, the deed was done. She turned and pulled her pants up, his cum smearing over her ass as the thick material pressed against it. He reached into his vest and pulled out two packs of cigarettes and a baggie of pot.

"Same time next week?" he asked as he handed the contraband to her.

She just nodded, took the stuff and walked back toward her cell. The pot was a favor for Jollene, who could do favors for her, the cigarettes were currency. That's the way the game was played here and since she was going to spend the rest of her life here, she figured she better learn to play it well.