Ms goodnight by Troy Adams

-Ms. Goodnight-

"Domino!" Mark yelled slamming down the domino on the table. "Let me get that money up off you." he said collecting the left over dominos the other three players had in their hand." 10...20...35... gimme 55." he said, counting the points on the black and white pieces to add to his score.
Just as he threw the pieces into the center of the table, Ms. Goodnight's voice came over the loud speaker, " Attention D-1 inmates, Mark Anthony, please report to your counselors office." "What the fuck this bitch want? She better have my half-way house papers ready. I'm tired of fucking with these people." he said, slamming the chair as he got up from the table. "I'll see ya'll later on. I gotta go see Ms. Goodnight - get your weight up. Ya'll niggas can't fuck with me in this shit." he said walking away from the table.
He made his way through the loud common area. Men were yelling and joking playing table top games and watching T.V. One man was on the floor doing push-ups, while another man cooked jail house shrimp fried rice in a bucket using the microwave.
Once at the back door where the counselors office was, Ms. Tiffany Goodnight was standing at the door waiting on him. Dressed in tight black dress pants and a white open blouse that showed her gold heart shape pendant resting between her round honey complected cleavage, she was the best thing going on the prison compound full of men.
"Come on in, please." she said, batting her eyes- blushing.
Mark had been in jail seven long years. Like a horny teenager, just the thought of a woman touching him turned him on. Whenever he watched the evening news, BET videos or any one of the P.G.13 movies the institution showed, his eyes would always be on the prowl for a phat ass or a beautiful face of a woman he could lust off.Being in the presence of Ms. Goodnight wasn't any help to the sex deprived man. Everything about her turned him on; the way her lips moved when she said his name, her long straight hair resting over her shoulder, and her small delicate face, with her gorgeous brown eyes that looked like they were looking straight through him whenever she looked at him, did something to him.
She let him in the door, and locked it. With his eyes glued to her round thighs, he followed her into her shoe box size office and sat down at the chair in front of her desk.
"Mr. Anthony" she said, smiling a perfect white smile. His dick began to harden from the way she said his name. " I called you in today because we have your half-way house papers ready." she said holding a manilla folder in her hands. "Nine times out of ten you'll be back so I'ma have to keep your files on hand here in the office for three years. I'm moving to another job with the U.S. Marshalls, so when you violate and come back somebody else will be your counselor." she explained, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What?!" he said in disbelief. " I don't believe this smart ass bitch gonna say some shit like this - do she know who I am? " he thought to himself. Ms. Goodnight got up from her cluttered desk and walked around to him. She stood in front of him and placed her small hands on his wavy head. his nose was now closer to her stomach, the smell of her warm body enticed him.
"Don't think I haven't been watching you." she smiled." I've been seeing you strutting from the shower all oiled up with baby oil all over your chest and arms." she said rubbing over his hard body.His dick was throbbing. Mark looked down, hoping he wasn't tearing out his khakis. " This might be my last opportunity to get with you, being as though you're probably coming back and I won't be here - I want you to fuck me, Mark- please."she said." What are you crazy?" he asked her trembling. His heart was pounding and his temperature started to rise. " Yes, crazy for you." she said." Now, fuck me."
Mark leaned back and looked out the pane glass door to see if the coast was clear. It was. He leaned back forward and ran his large hands up her blouse, then squeezed her firm warm breast. "Oh, yes!" she moaned with her head back letting her hair hang. "Fuck me now, Mark." she cried.
Mark stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground and his swollen manhood burst out between the slit in his boxers. Ms. Goodnight swiped across her desk with her hand. Pens, folders, staples, papers, and even her laptop crashed on the floor. She quickly squirmed out of her pants and thong and jumped on top of her desk.On her knees, her round ass and pink pussy charmed him. He walked up from behind her holding his throbbing dick by its base , and slid it into her hot, wet pussy.
"That's right- fuck me, baby" she moaned , as he tried to force all of himself inside her.
In a steady motion , he forced his vein popping dick in and out of her. She cried from the pleasure she was receiving between her legs. "Oh,Oh Mark!" she cried.Mark opened his hand and smacked her on her ass. "That's right bitch - take this dick." he said, releasing all his built up frustration from being in jail on her. With each violent thrust all he could think of was how the counselors would bullshit around anytime he needed something. he thought of all the times he needed to call his lawyer and they said no, the times he cried and pleaded to get the year off for the drug program, no. How they didn't replace the broken microwave, and told him there was no way in hell he was going to the camp. "And now this bitch gonna say I'm coming back." he thought and thrust even harder. He stood behind Ms. Goodnight, fucking her brains out. Little did he know she was a pro. She pushed it back on him, taking every angry stroke. "I'm coming " she screamed "I'm coming - don't stop." she said, as her pussy twitched and snatched on his dick.
The alarm screamed. Mark jumped up sweating, looked out the barred window and saw the white police truck circling the compounds perimeter. "Damn!" he said to himself. He couldn't believe it. Once again he was cheated out of a nut.
by Troy Adams


Bio:
Name: Troy Adams
D.O.B: 1974
Crime: Conspiracy to Distribute Cocaine
Time: 151 months
D.O.Release: 2011

When I'm not writing, I enjoy excersizing, reading, and talking with friends.
I love spending time with my family and I am passionately waiting to be a part of my only sons' life
when I return to society. Prior to me coming to prison, I liked to attend major boxing events,
horse back riding and going to plays and shows. I am fun loving, very energetic and caring.