ditzy girl kisser

The second work duties were over, you didn’t bother even trying to return to your own cell, even if it was only a few doors further down. You wanted to be there before Joan got back, your mind swimming with all the things you could do for revenge. You wished more than anything that you had a strap - the things you’d do to see the formidable governor cock drunk. Alas, all you have is your fingers, mouth, and your wit. 

You contemplated waiting for Joan in the nude, spreading yourself out on her bed, maybe even fucking yourself when she came in, but if you could get in this easily, anyone could. You could maybe try and hide and surprise her, but there was absolutely and obviously nowhere to hide. Not to mention she would probably kill you in some way if you did manage to hide and scare her. 

You chose instead to just sit on the bed and wait for her. You took the time to actually look around the cell, your eyes wandering over some of the books and various objects. Everything was neat and tidy, it looked like she had OCD or something with how in line everything seemed to be. You stood up and walked towards the tiny desk, eyeing which books she had and if she had begun to read any of them. 

“Back so soon?” 

You spun around and smiled at the sight of the tall woman, her hair tied back in a bun from kitchen duty. “Yes, well, you owe me an orgasm,” you hummed, leaning against the chair. Joan raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest, a smirk dancing on her lips. “Do I now?” 

You hummed and walked towards her, sliding your arms around her neck and pulling her down into a kiss. “Yes, you do, and then, once I’ve been satiated,” you smiled, moving to whisper in her ear, “I want you to sit on my face and use me until you can’t cum anymore.” 

You pulled back to see Joan’s face, smiling at the unmistakable tinge of pink on her cheeks. “And how many orgasms will it take for you to be satiated?” She asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and spinning you around so she could pin you to the wall. “As many as you’re willing to give,” you hummed, kissing along her jaw. Joan didn’t say anything as she kissed you again, pulling you towards the bed. 

You moaned and let her move you as she wanted, absolute putty in her hands. “Look at you,” Joan smiled, sliding her hands under your shirt before she took it off, “you’d do anything, wouldn’t you, just so I’d fuck you.” You whined softly and rested back on your hands, your breathing heavy as you bit your lip and stared into her dark eyes, nodding your head softly. “Would you kill someone for me if it meant you got my fingers inside you?” Joan asked, those same long fingers sliding down your navel. “Not for your fingers,” you smiled, “but if you sat on my face, then we can talk about murder.” You kissed her nose and leaned back, watching the way her face scrunched at the action. 

“I’m sensing a strong desire to have me crush you between my thighs,” Joan said, sliding her fingers down past the waistband of your pants. You hummed, arching into her touch as you felt her breath against your neck. “My my, you are eager,” she chuckled as her fingers slid through your copious wetness. You moaned and nodded, pressing yourself into her large hand, a soft ‘please’ falling from your lips. Joan chuckled and pushed two fingers into you with ease, swallowing your resulting moan with an open mouthed kiss. 

It felt even better than last time, her fingers filling you just right as she curled her digits inside you. “Fuck, Joan,” you moaned, your back arching as her palm pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips as you felt her lips trail along your neck, her teeth nipping at the skin. You could feel your orgasm building up fast, Joan’s fingers moving expertly inside you. You were right on the edge, your moans increasing as she slid a third finger in, curling them just right. 

The sound of a throat clearing made the both of you spin your heads towards the door. “For fucks sake,” you sighed, glaring at the mouse in the doorway. “Can I help you Vera,” Joan smiled, pulling her fingers from you, “as you can see, I’m rather busy,” she pushed her wet fingers into your mouth and you happily sucked at them while staring the Governor directly in the eyes. Vera stared at the two of you with wide eyes for a moment before she gathered herself. 

“I need a word, Joan,” she said, tearing her eyes from yours, “alone.” Joan sighed and pulled her fingers from your mouth and you grunted in annoyance as you flopped down. “I’m never getting this fucking orgasm.”

Joan smirked and pulled fully away from you, letting you move so that you could put your shirt back on. You sighed and reached for the white fabric, pulling it over your head and standing up. “You owe me two now, Joan, two,” you hissed, glaring at Vera on your way out of the cell. 

You were sitting in your cell, reading a book that you had read about a hundred times, bored out of your mind and horny. Twice today you had been left right on the edge with Joan’s wonderfully long fingers knuckle deep in you. It was unfair. You were getting cockblocked by the prison itself, first work duties and then the Governor. 

You’d figured it had been long enough and you made your way back to Joan’s cell for the third time today, hopeful to finally get your orgasm. The door was closed and you could see Joan pacing around the small space, clearly in deep thought. You pushed the door open and leaned against the frame waiting for her to look up at you. 

“I’m assuming you're here for your orgasm,” Joan said, glancing up at you. “Well, as much as I enjoy their company, I’m certainly not here to fuck spiders,” you replied, stepping fully into the cell and closing the door behind you. She raised an eyebrow at your language and you tilted your head, waiting for her to make a move. She smirked and closed the small distance between you and pulled you into a kiss. 

You moaned happily and dragged her towards the bed, pulling her on top of you. “Eager little slut,” Joan smiled, wrapping her hand around your throat. You groaned and bit your lip, pulling her back into a kiss. “Just fuck me already,” you hissed, “because if we get interrupted one more time, I don’t care who it is, I will keep going or find someone who gets walked in on less.”

Joan chuckled softly but didn’t waste any more time, her hands finding the waistband of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You kicked the material away from you and sat up on your elbows, watching as Joan began to kiss her way up your thighs. “I swear to god, Joan,” you said, reaching for her hair and pulling her between your thighs. Joan raised an eyebrow at your actions and reached behind her and grabbed your pants. She took hold of your arms and tied the pant legs around your wrists, holding them above your head. 

“Stay,” Joan said, letting go of your arms. You rolled your eyes at command, you weren’t a dog. Nevertheless, you were incredibly horny and if keeping your arms above your head like this meant Joan finally fucked you, you’d do it. Joan began to kiss down your stomach, lifting your shirt to access the soft skin as she made her way down to your mound. You moaned and arched into her touch, her hands holding your hips down as you finally felt her tongue brush through your slit. 

You cursed under your breath and gripped tight to the teal fabric around your wrists. Joan was relentless but precise, each flick of her tongue through your folds, every time her teeth brush against your clit, it made your whole body shake. The older woman adored every reaction that she drew from you, each curse and low moan had her increasing each action just to get you to keep making these noises. 

It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm building, Joan’s tongue relentless as she held you down. You didn’t even bother trying to stifle your moans, letting the sounds ring out for the whole of H block to hear. You cried out as you felt your orgasm crest, the waves washing over you and making your thighs close around her head. You’d barely had a chance to recover before you felt two of her long fingers slide into you. 

“Ah! Joan!” You whined, struggling against the ties holding your hands. You watched as Joan’s dark, silver streaked hair rose from between your legs, her free hand coming up and holding your wrists still. “You’re pathetic,” she hissed into your ear, the words making you squeeze around her fingers, “coming here, begging to cum like a slut, not caring who hears you.”

You whined softly and nodded your head, the degradation only serving to make you wetter. “Disgusting little whore,” Joan spat, curling her fingers. “More, please,” you gasped. Joan smirked and you felt a third finger slide in, stretching you open and filling you up perfectly. You turned your head to the side a little, trying desperately to capture her lips in a kiss. The action made the older woman smile, her thumb pressing against your clit and making you jerk as she bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

You had no warning as your orgasm crashed over you, so suddenly that you could hardly breathe. Your whole body froze as pleasure wracked through you, from your head to your toes you shook, the wetness between your legs seemingly doubled. Joan finally pulled away from your neck, satisfied with the bruise that was already beginning to form, framed beautifully by her teeth marks. She glanced down and hummed at the wetness that now coated her shirt and pants, looking back up at you. 

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you panted, pulling at the ties around your wrists once again. Joan hummed and pulled her fingers from you, dragging them up to your lips. You opened your mouth and gladly sucked them clean, staring straight into her eyes. They were dark, almost black in the low light of the cell and Joan pressed her fingers down on your tongue, pushing your mouth open and making you gag for a moment. 

“Little slut,” she smirked, pulling her fingers from your mouth and finally untying your wrists. You hummed and reached for her silvery hair, pulling her down into a kiss. “Pants off,” you said, trailing down to her neck, “well, everything, but I’ll take pants for now.” Joan chuckled and pulled back, pulling her shirt off herself. You hummed, dragging your eyes appreciatively up her well toned torso to her breasts, restrained by her simple black bra. 

She stood up to strip her pants off, your eyes immediately falling to the obvious wet patch of darkened fabric on her underwear. Joan smirked as she bent down to slip the black garment off, the angle providing you with a direct view of her breasts, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting every inch of her body. “My eyes are up here,” Joan said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. You pouted at the blocking of your very enjoyable view and the older woman just chuckled as she pushed you back down. 

With your back flat against the bed once again Joan easily climbed on top of you, pulling your own shirt off and letting you feel her wetness smearing against your stomach as she ground her hips down. You cursed under your breath, your hands flying to her hips and pulling her down harder. Joan groaned quietly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the contact. You leaned forward and captured her nipple between your lips, sucking the dusty bud and scraping your teeth against it just to hear the way her breath hitched. 

“I-” Joan gasped, cutting herself off as you bit down a little harder against her breast, your hand coming up to squeeze the other, “-I thought you wanted me to sit on your face.” You hummed and looked up at her through your lashes, smiling with her breast still in your mouth. She rolled her eyes and pushed you back down, moving herself until her dripping centre was above your face. She lowered herself down to your waiting mouth and you gladly began to feast. You could tell she was holding back and you growled softly, gripping her thighs you yanked her down so her full weight was resting against your face. 

“I don’t want to suffocate you,” Joan said, her hands bracing against the wall. “I’d die happy,” you mumbled, resuming your task of eating the glorious woman out. She barely managed to restrain her moan as your lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and drawing patterns with your tongue. You licked at her like a woman starved, desperate to return the favour she so generously gave you. You moaned at the taste of her, you didn’t think you could ever grow tired of her, of having her like this, of tasting her and making her cum. 

Joan rocked against you, her moans restrained and her grip on your hair tight. “That’s it,” she groaned, “so desperate to eat me out that you keep coming back, three times today you’ve been in here, all to get an orgasm and your mouth on me.” You moaned in agreement, doubling down your efforts, straining your neck to get the perfect angle. You pulled back for a split second to gasp in some air before diving right back in. “Disgusting,” she hissed, grip tightening to a painful degree, “you should be humiliated and yet if I reached down between your legs, I just know I’d find you soaked,” you tightened your hold on her thighs, pulling her even closer, “dripping for me like a bitch in heat.”

You did just about the only thing you could think of to try and get an upper hand. You traced your tongue over her clit, spelling her name against the bud until she realised what you were doing. “Slut,” she chuckled, changing the angle of your head so that you had no choice but to only do what gave her pleasure and nothing else. 

It didn’t take long for Joan to reach the edge, her hips no longer as controlled, her moans breathier and less restrained. You delighted in making her fall apart, your lungs screaming for air as you used every ounce of your skill to push her over the edge as spectacularly as possible. Joan came with a cry muffled into her hand, her hips stuttering against your face as she rode out the waves of pleasure. 

You pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses against her milky thighs, biting down every now and again with the explicit intention of leaving behind marks. Once Joan had calmed down from her high and realised what you were doing, she pulled herself off you. Rolling your eyes, you sat up on your elbows and trapped her, wrapping your legs around her waist and pulling her back to you. 

“Wha-” Joan’s complaints were silenced as you pressed your lips against hers. “If you don’t want me biting you, you shouldn’t taste so good,” you mumbled against her lips, wrapping your arms around her neck. Joan made a displeased noise but didn’t stop kissing you, choosing instead to grip your hips and manoeuvre you into straddling her thigh. You moaned into her mouth as she forced your hips to roll against her muscular thigh, your wetness smearing against her skin. 

“Fuck me dead,” you groaned, throwing your head back. Joan raised an eyebrow at your words before attacking your neck, leaving behind more marks to match the deep purple one on your shoulder. You clung tight to her dark, silvery hair, your hips moving on their own now with Joan’s hands barely guiding you as you chased your third orgasm. You moaned her name into her ear, the sound breathy and desperate and making Joan's nails dig into the skin of your hip. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasms but having Joan sit on your face had made you so wet and needy for her, even more than before. It also meant that you were already right on the edge, your thighs tensing around hers as your hips stuttered, your clit pressing so perfectly against her that you felt like you almost couldn’t breathe.