It was another hot and humid day in the jail cell. The cell was so overcrowded with near naked inmates that we were forced to lie in a sweaty heap on the floor. Some inmates crowded at the front of the cell where they stood and gripped the bars attempting to cool and air themselves. None of us could bring ourselves to speak or move in the oppressive heat. The silence of the jail was broken by the sound of footsteps which got louder until they came to a sudden stop in front of our cell.

It was the uniformed jailer who called me out of the cell. I squeezed past the other inmates and stood at attention in front of him naked; my genitals lost in a bush of pubic hair and dilated nipples on my glistening chest. The jailer shackled me around my neck with a bulky blackened manacle and smaller ones around my wrists and ankles all connected with dangling chains.

He led me to the visitation room where he shoved me inside and closed the door behind me. Leaning across the table sat a smartly dressed petite lady. I followed her figure with my eyes, starting at her black high heels and going up her long legs, reaching a black miniskirt and silken blouse that her pointy nipples cast two well-defined impressions into the white silk fabric.

The petite lady bid me to sit. I shuffled over and sat on the stool opposite her. I sat shackled and naked except for the loincloth that the jailer had tied on me, presumably not wanting me to be completely naked before the guest. Her hair was a deep silky black, and her sparkling black eyes were done up with black mascara and eyeshadow. Her pouting lipstick-coated lips were a deep red. All this presented quite a stunning sight, especially for a prisoner such as myself.

I sat dumbly in the chair while she sat primly on the opposite side of the table, looking a little pensive and nervous, bouncing her high-heeled foot up and down. The silence between us felt awkward, but I didn’t know this woman and suspected the purpose for me being brought here—no lady, especially one so pretty, would just come and visit me. I couldn’t enjoy being in her presence as I felt embarrassed being naked and shackled—a lowly prisoner.

She glanced at the security camera where a light blinked red. Then the red faded to black.

She stood up from her chair and looked down at me then pointed at the concrete floor. Hesitantly, I sat on the floor. Then she stepped into view and stood over me. I could see right up her skirt and saw she had no knickers on. Also, I could see a well groomed mat of pubic hair.

She hitched up her skirt and positioned her vulva just above my face such that I could smell her pleasant musky sent. She pressed that mat of pubic hair to my lips. I couldn’t resist her and slid out my tongue. She didn’t seem to object, so I began to lick away as best I could as she sighed. She swung her pelvis slightly to get my tongue on the desired spot. I could taste her juices and feel her vagina twitching. I licked as vigorously as I could, eager to please her to the best of my ability.

She lifted her vulva above me as she rubbed her clit. While rubbing her clit, a sterile white object appeared at her vagina opening and began to be squeezed out. She presented her vagina to my pouting lips once again. I could taste the latex on my lips as the round object popped out of her vagina and into my awaiting mouth. I, a trained mule, instinctively swallowed the ball as the taste and smell of latex assaulted me. She appeared pleased with me and gave me a pat on the head as a sign of approval—not for my mediocre cunnilingus, but for my skill as a mule.