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Ms. Harbinger’s heels clicked as she was escorted to the door, “That will be enough, I can take it from here.”
“Miss we can’t-“ She leans in towards him, about a foot away from his face with an icy gaze, slicing his words with her own.
“You will call me Ms. Harbinger, and I am indeed capable of handling it from here out, understood?” An elegant eyebrow arches at the guard. He swallows hard and says. “Y-yes, Ms. Harbinger.”
Ms. Harbinger’s lips slide from a thin line to a pleasant smile, “Good boy.”
She enters the room holding the convict’s cell and gets to work wiring and covering the security camera.
“Wasn’t expecting a visit,” Simon Blackquill sneers from behind the cell bars.
“It’s a confidential work visit about the assignment you’ll be working on, here are the papers,” Ms. Harbinger hands the folder to him between the bars and he skims through it quickly.
She stands in front of him, arms crossed, pushing her chest up and briefly distracting him from the papers, “You are to read these tonight and have the documents by my next visit two days from now.”
He looks up at her from under his two-toned bangs, “This is to be common now?”
Ms. Harbinger saunters closer to the bars separating them, reaches between them and gently pulls his tie, “It will if you’re a good boy.” Her words come out in a dark whisper, icy eyes setting ablaze as they bore into his. He stands stunned by the implications before snapping out of it and smirking at her.
“Exactly how confidential is this ‘work meeting’?”
“Depends on if you plan on being obedient.” She slides the hand from his tie down his chest to grab hold of his belt.
“I can manage to play nice for a short ‘meeting,’” he gives her a slow once over, taking in her curves, and sets the file on the only available furniture in his cell.
She sinks to her knees by the bars and gives him a come-hither motion with her finger. He obeys and presses himself close enough for her to slide her hands up his legs. She teases the button of his pants open and slowly slides the zipper down. She looks up to find him steadying himself using the cell bars, looking down at her with lust-clouded eyes. She slips his hard cock out of his pants and fans hot breath over it. It twitches as she parts her lips around the velvety head and slides it down her throat.
Not having been touched, let alone sucked off in years, the pleasure was immense for him and his head rolls back as a deep moan escapes his chest. He leans his upper body against the bars to steady himself and looks down at the vision of Ms. Harbinger with his dick down her throat. She catches his eyes and slips a hand up her skirt to rub her clit while his cock glides in and out of her throat. She teases him with her tongue and uses her other hand to stroke his length. He rests his head on the bars and rakes his fingers through her hair, as he lets out small gasps of pleasure. He feels so hard in her mouth but after a short while she pulls her lips off him with a pop and stands up.
She takes in his pleasure-riddled face with smug satisfaction, reveling in the pink tinge on his cheeks and his parted lips breathing heavily. She turns away from him and bends over causing her short pencil skirt to rise up and reveal her thigh highs and silky panties. She presses her ass against the bars, his saliva-coated dick rubbing against her wet panties. She reaches back and moves them to the side and guides his thick cock inside her wetness. He grabs her hips and has to steady his breathing, feeling her tight walls sheath him sinfully slow. He’s twitching inside her and starts pulling her hips towards him, driving himself as deep into her as the cell bars will allow.
She pushes her hips back to meet his, the bars hitting her ass and leaving red marks on her cheeks. She muffles a moan as his thick cock hits the spot deep inside her that causes her to see stars. He lets out a groan, feeling her tighten against him. He takes in the image of her ass bouncing as he slams into her. He moves faster, hearing her breath quicken, light moans sprinkling her voice.
“You’d better finish deep inside me,” Ms. Harbinger demands between huffs, “I want this to be an easy clean up, understood?”
“Yes, Ms. Harbinger,” he mocks through his smirk with a dark, husky voice. He reaches his hand as far as he can through the bars and grabs the hair at the back of her head, using it as leverage to quickly slam his hips to meet hers. She lets out a gasp and then a choked moan as he buries himself deep, a rush of warmth seeping inside her as he sighs out a throaty groan. “Fuck…”
Ms. Harbinger catches her breath and treats him with a satisfied smile and a “good boy.” She takes off her panties and cleans herself with them then gets to work cleaning up his wet cock with her mouth. She stands up and wipes her mouth; he fixes his pants to look presentable. When he’s finished, she gives him a smug look, tipping her head coquettishly while handing her panties to him, “A reward for your good behavior and something to keep you busy with until I visit you again.” He smirks, looks at her, and playfully gives them a sniff before pocketing them.
She undoes her work with the security camera and turns to him, “Make sure those documents are done before the deadline, understood?”
He replies teasingly, “Yes, Ms. Harbinger,” as the guards open the door and she saunters out, heels clicking on the concrete.