Jail Time (welcome to Fantasy Island)  

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8/30/2005 9:11 pm

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Jail Time (welcome to Fantasy Island)


You have been a naughty girl. Go straight to jail.
It's there that we meet. I'm on duty, checking the cells. As I walk past the each cell, I find all is pretty quiet, all of the inmates are asleep. But as I approach your cell, you are sitting at the edge of the bed, still just a little tipsy and still abusive. You swear at the situation you have found yourself in then turn on me as I come by. More under your breathe than shouting. I ignore you at first. But as time passes your utterings are a concern now as they get louder and I ask you to stop so that peace is kept within the block. You ignore me again and challenge me as I pass closer. "what are you gonna do about copper, I'm not taking orders from you". I ask in an official way , or I'll make you sorry for pushing the point. You are finally silent until I'm a foot past the cell, then you roar with laughter. Your last chance is gone.
The lock opens to the cell and I force my way.
You are apprehensive as I approach. Then begin to ask what are you going to do. I say nothing, but get closer. You reach out to push me back and in one swift movement I cuff your wrist and lift it up and against the cell cage, then loop it through. You try to punch me with the other hand and I grab it and lift it up to meet the remaining steel cuff. As you struggle you realise that this is not going to budge one inch. And one last time you try but there is little energy left in the system. You remain hands high in the air, your face relaxed up against the metal bars.
I move in behind you, just half an inch away, my steamy breathe penetrates through the your hair and on to your neck. My silence is deafening. You are breathing heavily, your heart is pounding, the air is full of nervous tension. I pull out the trungen from its holder on the side of my belt and bring it around for you to see in front of you, just running it lightly across, gently touching the bar as it passes at eye level. I slowly move it down the centre of your body, barely enough to feel, enough to make you shiver. It reaches your the bottom of your skirt where it stops. It raises now, ever so slowly and caresses your inner thigh on the way up. Your breathing increases and you now press into my front with your backside, softly at first but harder as the trungen gets higher. As I reach your breasts, I turn the baton around to touch both nipples at once. They are erect and hard and teased insatiably by the baton. You throw your head back as the pleasure is too obvious to hide and I take advantage and move my mouth and press my lips in to your neck. I bring the baton up to your chin and instinctively you move your lips across it. I tease you by taking it away and for just a moment it stops. I move away and adjust my equipment, putting the baton back in its place. You are now sweating, excited and tantalized by the situation. You want to finish it. I move back closer again, now it's my hands that are touching you, delving down under your skirt and running slowly back and forth, up and down your inner thighs. It seems to take an eternity to reach your spot, but when it happens, you let a faint pleasured scream pass from your lips. You find yourself grinding rhythmically into me, aroused and enjoying it too. I run my hand over your panties, softly at first then firmer, feely every crease as I go. You are now soaking wet and growling softly into my ear to take it further. "touch my skin" and I raise my other hand up under your top and onto those awaiting nipples and tease both places at the same time.
I'm sure you cum right there. Another louder moan and you tense up and release.
I move both hands down and free you from your wet panties, edging them carefully to your ankles. You are completely submissive and loving every lasting second of it. I raise your tight skirt up and over your hips and then caress your perfect bum, moving at a snails pace and then clenching your cheeks. I move in and you plead with me to take you, right now. You are naked but for folded clothing, the air is cold, but you are steaming with raw passion and lust. You can see the eyes of others in their cells looking out, but this just turns you on even more. "do you want it " I ask, as my words resonate inside you ,"yes, yes" you reply , and slowly my zip is lowered. The penetration is slow and fluent. You want it now, you want it faster. I pull away to the end of your reach, just teasing you. You want it badly. I move forward edging in slowly. Then out, just touching again. "fuckme" in the most evil voice you can manage. I then move in, hard, and our bodies greet again and again as the waves of pleasure pass through you.
The pleasure climaxes to the cresendo as the moment continues on. I can feel you clenching me tighter until you release one final squeal. It's my turn now and it pulsates through you, as I too let out a faint pleasurable sigh.
The other eyes that are upon us move back from the bars and into the darkness of their cells.
Slowly we relinquish our embrace on each other and I move away and reclothe. I reach down and lift up your panties and tenderly reposition your skirt and top.
I close the cell door and remove the cuffs, kissing warmly through the bars as I release your hands.
You whisper to me that being good is never this much fun and I smile, then disappear into darkness of the prison passageway.

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