Regina White - Parole passion

"You wouldn't!" Rona gasped.

"We'll see," Al laughed, sitting back. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at my cock."

Rona turned red, not wanting to discuss it. She said, "I just looked out of curiosity."

"Well I'll settle your curiosity by telling you it's longer and thicker than the average cock."

"I didn't ask," she said.

"I know, but I'm telling you, anyway. Tell me, considering this is your first look at a penis, what are your impressions?"

"I… uhhhhhh… don't know what to say," she replied.

"Other women have fallen in love with it, you know," he told her, taunting her. "I suspect that deep down, that's precisely the way you feel about it, too."

"Please stop trying to act nauseating," she insisted.

"Come over here!" he snapped.

She came closer to him, standing directly in front of him again. He grabbed her hand, reached down, and made her wrap her fingers around the throbbing organ. Then he held her hand in place, saying, "Do you feel the palpitations?"

"Y-yes!" she admitted.

"That's the heart of my cock. Do you know why it's beating so strongly? I'll tell you, it has fallen in love with your orifices, Rona. It wants to investigate at least two of them."

Rona shuddered and tried pulling her hand back, but Al held her hand firmly in place. "Know what else? It knows you love it. You do love my cock, don't you, Rona?"

"Please… I… uhhhh…"

"Say it, Rona, say it! I want to hear the words coming from your mouth. I want to hear how you love and adore my cock."

"I… unnnnhhhhh… well, that is… I mean…"

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a head, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I… unnnnhhhhh… well, that is… I mean…"

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a bead, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I… adore your… you know…" she gasped.

"You're a big girl now, Rona," he laughed. "You can say the word. Come on, come on, out with it."

"Your cock!" she finally gasped.

"What about my cock?" he asked.

"I love your cock."

"Good, good, that wasn't really so hard, especially since, deep down, you really do love my cock. You know, if you weren't so damn self-righteous, you would have made some man one helluva wife. If that had happened, you would never have gone to prison, and the chances are you and I would never have met. The Lord works in mysterious ways, Rona. I guess he wanted us to meet, as he wanted this to happen. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose so," Rona said, looking down, taking her hand from his penis.

"Of course this is so," Al continued, teasing her. "Now, since you've told me that you love my cock, you want to please both, yourself and my cock, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come, come, what would you like to do to my cock to make it happy, Rona, and don't tell me you'd like to cut it off."

"I don't know what you mean," she said, almost weeping.

"What fruit would you say my cock resembles most?"

"A b-banana," she replied.

"That's excellent. Tell me, Rona, what do you do with a ripe banana, huh?"

"Y-you eat it," she gasped.

"Precisely, and that's what I want you to do with my cock. Without actually biting into it, I want you to eat it, to suck it. Now tell me, wouldn't you just love to do that?"

"No!" she gasped.

"Rona, this is the last time I'll ask. If the answer is wrong, I'll get dressed, leave here, and before two hours are gone, you'll be on your way back to prison."

"All right, all right," she gasped. "Yes, yes, I love it, I love it, I want to… eat it."

"Dear lady, come here and kneel down between my thighs." She did as he instructed, her eyes locked the penis, hypnotized by it as a bird might be by a snake. "Now plead with me, Rona. Tell me how much you ache to suck my cock."

The beautiful, regal brunette wondered how much more of this shame and humiliation she was going to be able to stand. Oh God! This was far worse punishment than she deserved. It had to be a test, it just had to be a test, and she had to prove she would be able to pass the test.

Her hands were now resting on Al's bare knees, her eyes locked on the throbbing length of his organ as it twitched, the head expanding and receding again and again, emitting colorless droplets of seminal oil. It looked like some awe-inspiring vision.

"I'd love to suck… your cock," she said, weakly, her voice catching in her throat.

"You still don't understand, do you," fill snapped at her. "You staying out of prison, your getting another chance to be rehabilitated, your last opportunity to do good in all the other fields you've chosen hinges on one thing, and one thing only: your sucking my cock, provided I'm willing to let you do it. Your whole future is dependent on my allowing you to do it."

"I see," she nodded, and then, coolly said, "Mr. Bombannente, I would very much deem it a privilege to be able to… suck your… cock."

"I don't know, now," Al teased, and she knew he was teasing.

"Oh please," Rona whimpered, her two hands coming together in an attitude of prayer as she knelt before him. "Please let me suck your cock. I'll do anything you wish if you'll let me suck it. I'll beg, plead, anything, but let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I'll do my very best, you'll see."

The lovely forty-year-old brunette was suddenly almost incoherent with fear and shock. Her mind began spinning deliriously out of control, and she found tears running freely down her cheeks, pleading as if she really wanted to do this horribly monstrous thing. "For the love of all that's holy, you must allow me to suck your cock." Yes, this was to be her test, and she mustn't fail it. She had to prove herself not only willing, but capable. "If you have any compassion in you," she all but screamed, "You'll let me suck your cock."

"You're so eloquent, so expressive, it would be criminal of me not to allow you to do so. But remember now, you promised to perform to the best of your ability. I know this is your first time and I don't expect miracles, but I do expect you to put your heart and soul into it."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, thank you," Rona whimpered. "You're so good to me. Thank you so very much."

He left the cigar in the ashtray as he got to his feet and stood towering over her, arms akimbo, legs spread apart, an overlord with his lovely female slave kneeling before him, his eyes burning with fiery lust. He had her precisely where he wanted her.

Her lovely face now hovered precisely in front of the huge, purple-pink head as it swelled and receded continually with strong throbs. To Rona it looked like a hooded cobra, the head widely swollen with lust rather than fear or hate, the little slit in the tip leaking its own colorless sap instead of venom. Al held the organ steady for her, pulling back the protective foreskin, his own breath coming heavily, for he knew he had her where he wanted her, and this excited him as much as what she was about to do.

"Go on, Rona," he said, softly. "Go on and suck me off! Suck until I shoot, and when I do shoot, make sure not one drop is wasted. You have to swallow everything… everything!"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you so much for this opportunity," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut now, kneeling in trembling humiliation, the tears still falling from beneath her eye lids.

"Look at my cock when you suck it!" he commanded, reaching out and grabbing her dark brown hair, forcing her face up.

Slowly Rona opened her lovely brown eyes and found herself staring straight into the tiny glistening opening cut into the tip of the penis's smooth, bulbous head. Lord! This close it looked so thick she actually wondered if it was humanly possible to open her mouth wide enough to fit the penis inside. Suddenly terrified by the sight of it, she almost pulled back, horrified and fearful of the thickly throbbing, massive monster as it moved closer and closer to her tightly clamped lips.