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Bad Girls Have Better Sex

By Sarah Ann Miller

Sex and erotic is important for every person. My short stories are for tolerant people. I write nasty and uninhibited stories.

My words are very vulgar. That's how I like it during sex. I do not know any taboo.

My stories tell of anal sex, group sex, femdom and cuckold, cheating, older women, young women with older men and much more. If you do not like that, you better read another book.

I agreed to this. No one had put a gun to my head, no one had promised any sort of money transaction. Hell, that’d make me a prostitute, right? Agreeing to have sex with a stranger was one thing, but taking money was just down-right wrong.

But, let’s not forget that this is no ordinary stranger that you might pick up at a bar. Not some cute guy that bought you a drink, not the cable guy…no, this fella is none other than an inmate at the State Prison.

Recent studies had shown major improvement with inmates that had conjugal visits with their wives, and those men usually got out early for good behavior. But, not all of the inmates were married. Some of their crimes were mild, and didn’t they, too, deserve a little treat for being good boys?

A few of the staff psychiatrists and the warden had come up with a trial program. They would get willing participates to agree to have sex with an inmate, then evaluate his behavior later to see how he was progressing. And, if the inmate knew that this would mean getting out earlier, plus get laid, why wouldn’t he want to agree?

And, it would really help with the overcrowding issue…

I appeared calm as I sat outside the warden’s office, waiting for Helen to show me to my room. Helen was an officer, obviously, and would have to stay in the room with me, just in the case that my partner, the inmate, got a bit too rough…or tried to kill me.

Lovely.

I could back out at any time…so, why was I still here? Because I was too intrigued, too curious, and damn it, I was soaking wet just thinking about it.

We walked down the corridor to the warden’s suite, where a room had been prepared. Helen was going over all the rules again, which were more for my benefit than the inmate, of course. Code words to use if I felt threatened…I nodded and asked about their choice for me.

I was told his name was Adam. Funny, I don’t even know if that was indeed his name, or if it was an identity given due to the program. He was chosen not only for his small crime, but also good behavior during his time behind bars.

The doctors had asked me if I had certain preferences…white, black, Indian…I had held back a laugh when asked that, and wondered if they were going to ask me if I preferred my mate to be well hung or average? Did I want normal sex, anal? I mean, hello…this wasn’t a dating service. This was what it was, a new program to get the guy laid, and see if he would be a good boy after.

Aren’t all men good boys after they’ve had a little pussy? Seriously? Geesh.

Anyway, Helen received the call that he, Adam, or whoever, was on his way. I didn’t know if I should remove my clothes now, or wait. I did take off my jacket. The room, beautifully decorated as you would expect a nice hotel room to be, had suddenly gotten very warm.

I could feel my pulse quicken as the door opened and Adam walked in. He was tall, over 6 foot, and lean with a swimmer’s build. I usually liked my guys to be a bit thicker. With proper exercise and diet, maybe Adam could bulk up some.

Not that I was going to see him again. Right? Get a grip.

Helen introduced us. I fought the urge to giggle as I wondered why I hadn’t insisted on being called Eve. But, as I looked into his face, into his piercing blue eyes, I suddenly didn’t care what my name was. He wasn’t at all what I expected. He was clean shaven, his dark blonde hair was well trimmed. He reminded me of that actor, Viggo Mortensen.

Hmmm, this was going to be interesting.

Well, it was show time, I guess. Helen had gone over all the rules, again, with the both of us, and all the while he had looked me over. And, from the small grin Adam was trying to control, he approved.

I hadn’t gone to any crazy lengths to dress up, though…Hell, the clothes were going to be coming off anyway. But, I did play up my best assets, my green eyes. Just a little liner, some soft purple to make the green pop…

Okay, I maybe tousled my shoulder length copper tresses a bit more than usual. Bought new jeans and low cut top in a deep purple, my favorite color.

Also, wearing a sexy bra and panty set wouldn’t hurt either.

Adam had already been unshackled and appeared to be waiting for me to make the first move. Neither of us spoke, perhaps afraid to say anything, or perhaps we just wanted to get down to…um, business.

I took the initiative, and walked forward, putting my hands softly on his face as I pulled him in for a kiss. Kissing was allowed, I had been told, and I was glad to hear of it. I may be dripping wet, but real foreplay was always a big turn on for me.

Adam smelled good, and I smiled as he placed his lips along my throat and very gently nipped. I gasped and felt him pull me closer to feel that, he too, was indeed ready.

Helen was in her spot, looking at a magazine, but prepared if anything should go wrong. I wondered if it bothered her to be in a room with two people that were clearly about to fuck each other. Oh, well, she signed on for this, too.

Adam started to lift my top, so I put my arms up, allowing him to pull it over my head. He then took his top over his head, before pulling me back to his lean chest. I shivered a bit as his hand came up my back to unhook my bra.

Once my breasts were freed, things definitely started to speed up. Adam bent to kiss each nipple, gently sucking one before turning attention to the other. I moaned my approval, yet wanted to remove everything else. Especially his pants. They were so in the way! I wanted to see him, touch him, taste him.

He took my hand and walked me to the bed, where he quickly realized just how turned on I was when he bent down between my legs to taste me. I tried to not scream out too loudly, didn’t want Helen to think anything was wrong. Oh, hell no…nothing wrong with this man having his tongue on my ever so anxious and sopping wet pussy.

I tried to reach for him, but he gently pushed my hand away, and shook his head no, as he continued feasting upon me. He lavished me, and I felt the wave starting to crash around me. He had both hands on my hips and continued to lap as I thrashed about, letting the orgasm finally rip through me.

Feeling somewhat blind now, I regained my breathing and reached for him, yet, again, he shook his head no. I looked at him surprisingly, and shrugged my shoulders as he gently rolled me onto my knees.

Ah! Here we go, and he wants to fuck me like his! No problem. I felt the tip of his cock gently, slowly, slide into me. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped both our lips, yet he wasn’t moving anymore.

I finally spoke up. Hell, I had to…I wanted so much more!

“Hey, Adam, um, you okay?”

He sounded like he was controlling his breathing, and whispered to me. “It’s just been awhile, and you feel too damned good. I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Oh, well, I didn’t think about that one. “Okay, just take your time, then,” I told him, as he softly kissed my shoulder, my neck; his hands were holding my breasts, gently kneading. Oh, my, but the man was feeling good, and damn, I didn’t know how much longer I could actually stay still.

I didn’t have to wait long, as Adam began slowly thrusting in and out of my ever so eager pussy. I moaned, loudly, as he began pumping faster, faster, and I felt myself start to slip over the edge again…“Oh, God, yesss! I moaned.” I can’t believe it! I came, again!

Adam was saying something, I couldn’t quite make out as he had his face buried in my shoulder. He repeated it again, “Sorry, ah, God….but I have to cum NOW!” he growled, pulling out and spilling along my back.

Neither of us moved for a second, although it did seem like an eternity as we got our breathing back to normal. He grabbed at a towel that was efficiently placed on the bed stand, and wiped away all remains of him.

I had been laying on my stomach, and rolled over onto my side to look at him. “Not that I am complaining, but why didn’t you want a blow job?” I just had to ask…

Adam only smiled. He had a very sexy smile, too. He just laughed. “It would have been over too quick, and I really wanted to be inside you instead.” Oh, well…yeah. Okay, then. I smiled back understandably, as he left the bed to start redressing.

Helen, still sitting in her chair, was still looking at the magazine and acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She either didn’t like sex, or could do one hell of a tune-out. I secretly wondered if she was turned on. It wasn’t like she was too old, at 53, she still had lots going on for her. She had a decent figure, nice eyes and smile. That is, when she did smile.

“Well, I don’t know what will happen from here,” I said to Adam, “but, I guess saying ‘thank you or nice to have met you’ doesn’t sound too appropriate, does it?” His lips formed into a small smile, and he gently leaned over to kiss my lips. “Who knows, maybe we can see each other again, someday,” he said, and walked over to Helen, who let him out for his guard to take him back to his cell.

I simply stared at the closed door, thinking about what had just happened. Helen sat back down with her magazine, and waited for me to get dressed. I had my sexy bra and panties back on when the warden walked in.

“How was he? Did he behave himself? Better yet, did you enjoy yourself?” my husband asked, thrusting his hands in my hair and pulling me in, kissing me fiercely.

At this, Helen did exit the room, locking the door behind her. My bra and panties ended back up on the floor, and once again, I found myself on the bed, this time with the love of my life, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I sure hope the program works.