When and Where?

My first day as a correctional officer was to say the least an eye opener. I had been told by a former co-worker, whom had actually been incarcerated, what to expect. Like the fact that all the inmates would try to get over on me in some way. They would try their best to get me to do something that would eventually give them something to hold over my head so they could blackmail me into doing favors for them. Oh and of course I would always have to be on the lookout for the masturbators.

Now when you are warned of such things you don't even imagine how it can truly be but once you walk though that gate your whole concept of life is changed.

The minute you get to your post it starts. I had only been in the dorm for a few seconds when the vultures swooped in. Inmates from the dorm I was assigned to work and Inmates from other dorms all over the compound started their games. Some were subtle and would just come though and nod or smile. Some would pass though and say hello or introduce themselves. Others would try to get your whole life story out of you. Where do you live, are you married, do you have any kids, what kind of work did you do before so on and so forth. All questions you do not want to answer but eventually they would all find out usually from your co-workers. Then you had the inmates who would actually from day one think that if they can expose themselves to you then you would be theirs.

In my first week I saw more penises than a military doctor on recruit day. These guys are crazy! Every time you turn your head some inmate would be in the bathroom, their bunk or just standing in the hallway with their dick in their hand. Until they finally get the hint and find out you will write them up and send them to segregation the keep trying.

Well I might be naïve but I am nobody's fool! I locked up so many men that first week the Captain didn't have enough seg space and had to back log their time. So once word got around that I wasn't playing that game the penis sightings slowed down to just new inmates when they first came to camp. Even a lot of that was cut off by other inmates warning them that I wouldn't put up with that kind of game.

Now as strong as I was against the Inmate population it was a different story with my fellow officers well the male ones that is. You see one thing the Inmates had brought to my attention was that the stories about black men being well endowed were usually true. I was dead set against messing around with Inmates but co-workers that was a different story.

I was assigned to the second shift and that was 2pm to 10pm. It was the busiest shift due to the Inmates were out of class and work for most of it and just roaming the compound looking for trouble to get into. So we stayed busy most of the time just trying to keep trouble to a minimum. However, once the yards closed and the dorms went on lock down the officers found unique ways to pass the time.

If you were fortunate enough to work a control center then you could call any other control center or gun tower to flirt with the person there. If you worked inside a dorm you could flirt with your control officer (if you were lucky enough to have one you liked). If you were one of the unlucky ones who were locked in the dorm and didn't get along with your control officer then you spent the night trying to find ways to get out to a phone.

My first few months I was moved around from dorm to dorm and never knew where I was going to be or whom I was going to be working with. The only good thing about this was you got the opportunity to meet all the other officers and see if they were cool or not.

Now one thing about second shift, we had the best looking male officers of all three shifts; young, sexy and mostly black. I soon found that most black guys like a white girl with a few extra pounds in the right places and I found that I really liked the attention.

During my first few months I had acquired quite a group of admirers and by the time I was permanently assigned to a dorm I did not have much time to be bored after lock down. Now most of this was all harmless flirting because one thing in prison you have to be careful at all times what comes out of your mouth. Inmates are always watching you more than you are watching them. Most have become very good at reading lips and of course always seem to have a reason to be standing within hearing range.

Well soon I was sent to basic training and finally when I came back to work I was assigned to a gun tower. See you can't work a gun tower until after you have become certified and passed weapons training. So my first night on a tower I found out where the real freaks worked! You see on a tower there are no inmates to read your lips or see how you are reacting to what the other person is saying.

As soon as I relieved the first shift officer my phone started ringing and I found out the adventures of tower work. "What are you wearing under that uniform?" I was startled by the question.

"Excuse me? Who is this?" I looked around nervously.

"Tower 6. I bet you got some pretty little undies on under them pants. You look like the type of girl that wears little lacy panties." The deep voice continued as I tried to think back to line up and figure out who was on tower 6. "Maybe a matching bra with them titties pushed up and spilling over. "

"Who is this????" The shock showing in my voice. My answer was a click. They had hung up. Well like I said I am not stupid, I called master control and asked who was on Tower 6.

To my surprise and delight it was an officer I had worked with once and tried to get to know but he was constantly on the phone to other people so I hadn't gotten to know him very well.

"What are YOU wearing?" I asked when he answered my call.

He started to laugh. "Oh a smart ass white girl! Have you figured out who I am yet?"

"Yes. I am a smart white girl (leaving out the ass) I called master control and asked. Of course she was awfully curious as to why I wanted to know so I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your girl." The officer on control was obviously smitten with him. I had seen them flirting several times but I didn't care, that was her problem.

"Yeah she already called and said you had called her. She'll be alright." He chuckled "Anyways she is up there watching the switch board and seeing us talking right now."

"Oh I am sorry I don't want to get you in trouble." I hung up before he could say anything else and the game was on......

My phone rang immediately. "Hello?" I answered as if I didn't know it was him.

"Don't hang up on me." His voice was firm but I could hear the teasing under tone.

"Who is this?" I teased back.

"Ha ha like you don't know. I don't care what that heifer thinks about us talking. I called you first and I talk to whomever I want to." He said just as someone beeped in on his line. "I got a beep I'll call you right back." He hung up.

My phone rang again about 45 seconds later. "Hello?" it was him "Well that was short, must not have been important."

"No it wasn't. So back to your panties.....white or black? You strike me as a girl who likes black." I got the hidden meaning.

"Oh really? However could you possibly tell something like that? What color of underwear a girl prefers? You, Mr. Goodland are a talented man!" We both laughed.

"Well why don't you let me show you my real talent? Come out and party with me some night." The offer made me excited.

"Well my husband probably wouldn't like it very much." I let out that there was a mister and waited to see if it mattered to him.

"Do you tell him everything you do?" The response I was looking for.

Now up until that moment I had not seriously considered cheating on my husband but his words were like a switch inside my brain and from that moment on I decided I was going to get me some of his flirting black ass.

"Well actually yes I usually do." As soon as the words were out I heard his phone beep again.

"Got a beep let me call you back." And so the rest of the night's routine was set. He would call and we would talk for a few minutes and then someone would beep in and he would blow them off and call me right back.

"Hello?" I picked up on the third ring. "Tower 3."

"Yeah it's me." He said "Now them panties, white or black?"

"Black with red trim." He let a whistle noise out though his teeth. "You like trim?" I don't know if everyone knows but trim is slang for pussy in the south.

"Oh I like trim. So when can I see them?" Beep. "I'll call you right back."

Now I didn't have any fancy panties on hell I had been married for 12 years I didn't even own any fancy underwear so I knew he wouldn't be getting a look them that night.

"Hello? Tower 3." I answer the phone again.

"So tell me do you have sexy feet? I have a thing for feet." This was a new fetish for me at the time so I was thinking what on earth this guy was about but he was sexy as hell so I was going to be exactly what he wanted.

"Hell yeah my feet are sexy as hell." I smiled at my own bullshit.

"Yeah? Your toes done? What color polish?" He questioned me.

"They are painted hot pink with white tips." I amaze myself with such a good lie. Keeping in mind that the next morning I was going for a pedicure and to buy some sexy drawers.

"Hell yeah I need to see them. You like your toes sucked?" Another new one for me. Who sucks toes I thought to myself. But what the hell.

"Well I have never had anyone to suck them but I am game if you are." I rolled my eyes. "As a matter of fact, you can suck anything of mine that you want."

"Dam I heard that! So when can we hook up?" Beep. "I'll call you right back." Click.

By now my panties were wet and my nipples hard as hell. He had me squirming like crazy in my seat. The very thought of messing around on my husband let alone with a black man was way too exciting.

Ring..... Ring......Ring..... Ring. "Hello? Tower 3" I wanted to at least seem uninterested.

"Yeah it's me. Are you busy?" he sounded annoyed. "You were talking to someone else?"

"No. You are the one who keeps getting beeped. I was just out on the cat walk doing my job." If he wanted to get annoyed then he needed to be annoyed at the person who kept beeping in.

"Yeah I told them to stop calling. Can't stop all the calls though, some is work related." I knew it was possible but I believed my first suspicion to be true. The bitch on master control was jealous and trying to cock block.

"I guess you're right. So tell me more about you." I wanted to know as much as possible.

We talked on and off the rest of the night in between beeps and by 10:00 I had given him my cell number and I was determined to find out what it would be like to fuck a black man.

I was totally surprised when my cell phone ran not ten minutes after I got into my car to go home. It was him and we talked until I pulled in to my driveway.

The next day I couldn't wait to get to work. I was a half hour early and had gone that morning to get my nails done, hands and toes and also had gone lingerie shopping. I bought several matching bra and panty sets one sexier than the next. I was wearing a deep purple set and had gotten my nails done in black with purple tips.

When he walked in to line up he casually walked over and stood next to me. I attempted to ignore him not knowing how he wanted me to act. I knew he was either involved with several of the female officers there or they wanted him to be so I was not trying to get into any drama. When he bumped me with his backpack and winked at me I turned three shades of red and noticed that those females all had noticed us.

"Nice nails." He whispered "Your toes match?"

"Yes." I whispered back and thankfully the Captain walked in and line up began.

I was assigned to my regular dorm that night so I headed down the chute to my station. I heard them call him for his normal dorm up hill. The dorm I was assigned only had a phone at the control center but until lock down I could use it freely. I didn't even think about using it though because I normally didn't do that.

About a half hour into shift the phone rang and the control officer, Harley, talked and laughed with the caller for a good 10 minutes and then he surprised me by saying it was for me. I took the phone with a questioning look.

"Hello?" I had no idea who might call me that knew Harley like that.

"So what color are your panties? Harley says white but I think something hotter!" I started coughing and looked at Officer Harley. He showed no sign of having just been talking about my panties.

I cover my mouth so no one can read my lips or hear my answer. "Dark purple. Why would you and Harley be talking about my panties?"

"Aww don't worry about Harley, he and I are road dawgs. We party together and share lots of information." I wasn't sure if I liked that or not but as I said I loved the attention. "So purple panties, mmmmm I can just picture them on your white skin, almost as good as me on your white skin. You ever fucked a black guy? Had that black skin up against your soft white skin? Felt a long hard black cock in that hot white pussy?" My whole body was flush with desire and my white pussy was now aching for his black cock.

"No, I have been with no one but my husband since I met him 15 years ago. Where I come from there aren't even any black people around there. So no I have never been with a black man." As I am admitting it I know it sounds impossible but it is true. I come from a small western Pennsylvania town and there were absolutely no black people in my school district and by the time I had moved to North Carolina I was married and not looking to go outside my marriage.

Now you are wondering what has changed. Why am I now considering cheating on my husband of 12 years? I must say that it was the fact that I was now spending so much time around black men and the way they flirt and talk about sex all the time had made me curious. Not to mention that my husband was not packing much if you know what I mean.

"Dam that makes my dick hard!" he blurted out "I want to be the one to give you your first black dick." My panties were thoroughly wet now. The fact that he could just come out and admit that he wanted to fuck me was such a turn on to me.

"I, wow, I can't believe you just blurted that out on the phone." I looked up and saw several Inmates staring at me though the bars. I knew my face was red and I was flush. I imagine they could see my nipples pushing against my shirt and wondered who I was talking to. "I really need to go now um an Inmate needs something." I didn't know how to answer him so I made up the lie.

"Okay but call me back." He always did have a way of just telling me what to do instead of asking and from day one I always did as he said. "Bye"

I hurriedly went to the bathroom and tried to clean up some of the wetness he had caused. I couldn't believe how wet he had made me and how aroused I was. My clit was standing out and rubbing against my panties. My nipples were hard as pebbles and aching to be sucked. Once I was in the bathroom I couldn't help but rubbing my finger against my hard little nub until I brought myself to a mini orgasm; just enough to ease the pressure that was built up. I washed up the best I could with the paper towels available while trying to get my breathing under control again.

When I returned to my post Officer Harley smiled at me and asked if everything was alright. "Sure, why wouldn't it be?" Now that Goodland had said what he said I wondered how much Harley knew.

Harley chuckled "Just checking." He winked as he walked back to his desk.

Sitting on my stool at my post I now had to put up with Inmate's questions. One Inmate in particular seemed to be overly concerned with whom I was talking to. "Ms. Stark, you got a friend already?" he asked.

"Excuse me? You need to get out of my face." The Inmate laughed and walked out to the yard. I knew it was obvious that I had been aroused and now the denial would have to be consistent.

It turned out to be a very busy day in our dorm. We had a couple fights and had to send 4 Inmates to segregation. After helping the Inmates pack up their belongings and escorting them to seg I finally got to relax right before the yards closed for the night.

The phone rang for the millionth time and as usual Harley picked up. He whistled and I looked at him to see him waving the phone at me. Harley walked away as I picked the phone up off the desk. "Hello?"

"I know you've been busy so I'm not mad at you." Goodland's voice came though the phone.

"Well how generous of you. I really have been busy and just now got a minute." I laughed at him.

"I know. So once the yard closes I guess I won't get to talk to you so are you meeting me tonight to show me those toes?" he was right I would probably not get a chance to use the phone.

"Sure where are you going to look at them?" The words came out of my mouth way too easily.

"I am parked near your car over by the staff house. Just get in my car and take your shoes off. I get out before you so I'll wait." And the plan was set.

"Okay I'll see you then." I promised and hung up the phone. My clit began throbbing inside my pants as I imagined what I wanted to do to him. How was I going to go from showing him my feet to getting a look at that cock?

It was June and I had 2 hours after lock down to think of a way to get a look at it. Well the 2 hours went by very quickly even though I was so excited and nervous about meeting him.

I wasn't sure what kind of car he drove so I figured I would just have to look for him when I got to the parking lot. Well I guess he wasn't leaving anything to chance because he had pulled up beside my car and was waiting for me. I threw my bag in my car and slipped into his passenger set. "Hey!" I whispered.

"Hey. You didn't take as long as I thought you would to get out." He already had his uniform shirt off due to the heat and was sitting beside me in a t-shirt, what we call a wife beater in the south. I had no idea how muscular he was until that moment. Obviously he had a strict workout routine. My pulse quickened as I took in his physic.

'Wow, I didn't know you had these!" I said as I brazenly touched his huge bicep. I let my hand glide across his shoulder to his chest which was rock hard.

"Slow down girl. Get them shoes off and let me have a look." I embarrassedly pulled my hand away and started to untie my ugly work shoes. I kicked them off and slowly slid my socks off. I leaned back in the seat and propped my pretty feet on the dash. "Dam girl! You got some sexy ass feet!" I turned toward him putting my feet on his upper thigh. He took my left foot into his hand and began to massage it.

"Oh that feels good." I moan as I lean back against the door. His touch was electric to me. My pussy was tingling and goose bumps had risen on my skin. I slid my right foot against his crotch and found his erection with the arch of my foot. I looked him in the eye as I slowly moved my foot up and down his hard cock though his uniform pants.

He lifted my foot to his mouth and took my toe into his mouth. The hot juices that flowed from my pussy saturated my panties and flooded his car with the aroma of my arousal. His cock is rock hard under my foot and it begins to throb as my scent lets him know how ready I am for it. The feel of his tongue swirling around my toes and suckling them is making me crazy. I lift my pelvis up off the seat searching for a release. He cups my moist mound though my pants and applies the pressure I crave. I hump against his hand and grind into it. I need some release..... I have never been this turned on in my life!

"Let's go somewhere. I need to fuck that hot cunt!" I didn't need any more convincing, I turned and gathered up my socks and shoes.