C25 Pablo

The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.

But the sound they made, even pretending, went deep into our heads. As a man who had not seen a naked and available girl in some time, I couldn't help but sigh when listening to the whining and panting breaths that echoed from every corner. Therefore, it was easier to pretend that everything was just a great porn scene, and that I could very well be watching it on a cell phone screen.

"Do you do everything? " Ramirez asked.

"I don't have anal sex," said the prostitute, still in a whispered and sensual voice. " But if you want, I can use my fingers to...”

"No, not in me," said Ramirez. And I giggled. He let out a wheezing. " Don't spoil my negotiation with the girl, broken into.”

I shut up, but I still laughed in silence. They kept quiet, so I turned my head to see what they were doing. Great. They were kissing. I mean, Ramirez thought that shit was a kiss. The man had strange customs, really, but that shit... I didn't know how the girl was letting him rub his tongue in her mouth like that, and not to mention that he had his eyes open. Holy shit.

I took a deep breath so as not to laugh out loud. But I kept looking at him. It was like watching a bullshit-style porn. Ramirez looked like a comedian who has never been with a hot woman. And the girl looked like the busty blonde who didn't care about the disgusting ones made. I watched when they walked away, Ramirez breathless and the woman sketching a malicious smile. Holy shit. Prostitutes were too many liars. Did she pretend she liked that shit? Did all women have this capacity installed in their DNA?

Ramirez walked away one step away, looking at the woman as if she were a juicy piece of rare meat. He even licked his lips while watching her. The prostitute, to her merit, made a point of pulling her thin dress that most resembled a sweater over her head, leaving her slender and soft body well visible in the light of the moon. Ramirez approached as if hypnotized, and the woman remained inert for him.

With a noisy hickey, Ramirez marked the woman's left breast, then slid her tongue to continue licking her breasts. That shit was too weird. I should stop looking, but the woman moaned, so my curiosity got stuck in her. While moaning "clearly without any will", she tipped her head back, as if the pleasure felt was the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

I settled better in bed, putting an arm below my head and raising the blanket up to my neck. The cold was killing, and I just hadn't coughed yet because I was holding back so as not to disturb the cheap porn scene before my eyes. It was nothing surprising to me that the woman had a swelled nipple, because she was cold, not horny, but Ramirez swore that he was killing his uncoordinated sucking and continued.

There was a moment when the woman found me looking, and she opened a genuine smile this time, as she moaned forcibly. I laughed without sound. The woman started running her nails down Ramirez's torso, still looking at me. She must have realized that that was the only porn I would come for some time, and decided to make it worth it. My friend wasn't even realizing it. She managed to take off his shirt, while he worked hard to suck her nipples.

The woman's nails were long, and slid easily down Ramirez's back. She looked at me as she nibbled on her lower lip, before moistening them with the tip of her tongue. Well, at least she deceived better by pretending she liked that shit. And that gesture made me feel a strange pressure in the groin area. Of course I wouldn't be stupid to want to participate in that thing. It is known how many diseases could be transmitted before actual penetration. But looking was still good.

Ramirez got tired of sucking his wife and asked her to bend down. Very experienced in her work, the woman obeyed and knelt. She pulled Ramirez's pants down and I looked away. Seeing my cellmate's dick wouldn't help me horny, I might end up feeling sick and be taken to the infirmary. I focused my eyes on the top of the bunk, observing the concrete darkened by the lack of light.

After the noise of torn plastic "it could only indicate the condom being put on", the woman began her work, sucking as loudly as Ramirez had done. She clearly realized that he liked things that strange way and got into the joke.

As I looked at the concrete, I couldn't help but imagine myself in the scene that unfolded through the corner of my eyes. I could clearly see myself being sucked by the woman, as I held her hair. I could see what his reaction would be like when he heard me asking him to look at me while sucking.

I thought maybe she wouldn't have to pretend so much if she went with me. But, I don't know, I couldn't guarantee so many things like that. Not everything about sex was as seen in porn. Especially about what a woman liked or didn't like. I've been with a girl who complained about my cock being big, saying that she didn't like to get on all fours for me, and that I should learn to stick it less than anything.

We had sex once and never again. After her, there was another one who complained about feeling a lot of sensitivity in her clitoris and who didn't like me to suck everything in her pussy, instead of just sticking her tongue like her dull ex-boyfriends. She also didn't receive any more calls from me. On the other hand, there were women who were delighted by the contact of my tongue in their intimacies, and those who had multiple orgasms by my cock too big for some.

Sex wasn't something you could say was good to anyone. I admired those who had the ease of adapting to any lover, because in general, only bulky women fit me perfectly. Nothing like a big ass and full breasts to rub against us in every deep thrust. The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation.

Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation.

"What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

I turned to see Ramirez with the same expression confusion that should be on my face. A very strange subject for after a blowjob.

"I don't think I have any," he said with a embarrassed laugh. "I think I'd like it if you just moaned loudly. That's what really stirs me up.”

The woman shrugged. She was already hired to do that. I just wasn't moaning loudly because Ramirez was too dead to give pleasure with the foreplay. In fact, he didn't even bother to suck the woman back. He simply went to his bed "and I had to turn my head so as not to see his cock", took his thin blanket and put it on the floor. Of course he wouldn't want to get his bed dirty with sex. Idiot.