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Paris in Prison
Life was
just so stressful lately. Really mean people were so jealous of Paris that they
had forced her
to live in a tiny room and even dress in orange just because she had ignored a
few silly laws. The darling diva had actually cried
during the first days of her incarceration. She felt so misunderstood.
She
worked very hard at being a privileged pampered princess. Everyone liked to
look at her and she did her best to give them a good show. The Sheriff had
understood and after she flashed him with a taut pink nipple he had let her go
home. Alas, there were still jealous meanies who
raised a fuss and she was soon back in her little
room. She was feeling quite despondent until the weekend rolled around and a
new guard came on duty.
.
Her name
was Sandy. She had a cute face and short dark hair but, outside her new job,
Sandy didn't have much of a life. She loved to look at pretty women and had
many fantasies about them but never had the nerve to approach anyone and state
her desires. On her bedroom wall were posters of Paris, Gwen, Fergie and several others that made her want to touch
herself. She had figured that being a guard in a women's lockup would give her
a chance to taste many a fine pussy. Sadly, most of the girls there were some
really fucked up bitches so she just did her job and chilled out with wine and
fantasies when she was off work.
On Friday
nights she would use her vibe and make herself cum while watching celebrity
news shows that featured the adventures of upscale hotties.
Pictures of starlets and debutantes filled her computer. Mmm,
what if she were their best friend or maybe their maid? Mmmm,
perhaps they would be very demanding and spank her if she misbehaved. She liked
the idea of being under the control of such sexy women. She came very hard as
she thought of being flogged by Fergie, queened by Gwen, or caned by Cameron.
On Monday morning she her got duty assignment for the next week.
Sandy was
thrilled to learn that she was scheduled to work on the wing in which Paris was
being held. Ms. Hilton was one of her faves and she
had creamed many a panty thinking of the naughty things she would like to do
with her.
Sandy
approached the cell door and knocked gently. "Paris, are you awake?"
At first
there was no answer so she knocked again.
Paris was
lying on her bed and fllicking
a well manicured nail over the crotch of her orange jumpsuit and did not want
to be disturbed. Seven days without a decent orgasm was making her feel all
bitchy.
"Go
away!", she said but Sandy persisted.
"Paris,
my name is Sandy. I think it's terrible that you have to be here,"
"I
have all your posters and I'm a huge fan."
"I
brought some apples and grapes if you would like them."
"Can
I please come in?"
.
"Ummm, yeah, whatever," said the naughty heiress.
She sat
on the side of her bunk as Sandy entered holding the promised fruit
in a little basket adorned with pink ribbons and tiny flowers of
pink and white.
Sandy
knelt before her and offered her some grapes.
Paris
tried one and then another. Sandy told her she was beautiful and looked at her
in a way that made her feel like her sensual self.
The girl
was clearly starstruck but there was more. Her petite
little guard really wanted her. Paris let some grape juice drip from her mouth
and was intrigued to see Sandy was wide eyed and licking her lips. Paris took
several grapes into her mouth and squished them around. She drew Sandy forward
for a kiss and was not disappointed. Sandy was eager for such contact and sucked
up all the grapey goo that Paris fed her. They broke the messy kiss and both
had a smile.
""That's
hot," said Paris.
"Oh,
Paris, that was so great. I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
"Well!", said the svelte blonde. "We just kissed didn't
we?"
""I
loved it, Paris, but I would like to kiss you more."
"I
could get you a 'cellie' if you would let me kiss
your pussy."
The
heiress thought for a moment about her situation. She was lost without a phone and the
unfulfilled need in her quimey was becoming urgent.
Why not let the girl lick her privileged pussy? She still got tingles when she
thought of that sweet girl in Tokyo who had serviced her so well. As she looked
into the pleading eyes of the kneeling girl she began to appreciate how cute
Sandy really was.
All
things considered, it seemed like a pretty good deal.
She stood and wiggled out of her orange
jumpsuit and white panties finally standing nude before Sandy. The girl hugged
her from her kneeling position, kissed her belly and then began softly kissing
her way downward. Sandy was blessed with a long agile tongue that found its way
between Paris's legs and was soon lapping deep inside her neatly trimmed pussy.
Paris
fell back on her cot. She held tightly onto Sandy's head and pulled her lover down
with her while keeping the girl's mouth tight to her sex. Paris loved the feel
of firm hard cocks and had enjoyed many but there was a unique thrill to having
a worshipping mouth lick and suck on her honey tunnel.
She began
to move her hips against Sandy's mouth and closed her thighs tightly around the
girl's face. Her cunt cream was flowing freely now and the dark haired pixie
between her thighs seemed eager to drink every drop. Sandy's tongue was better
than many of the big dicks she had allowed the pleasure of her body. Somehow it
was able to reach her G-spot and then sweep to her clit and make her writhe in
sexual abandon.
She
climaxed with a high pitched rant. "Oooo, yes,
yes, suck me slut. I love fucking your mouth. You're making me Cuummm." With a few final thrusts, she did cum and
then let her limbs go limp as she savored the moment.
Sandy
calmed her lover with gentle licks and then raised her wet face.
She had
removed the belt from her uniform and offered it to Paris.
:
"Please
spank me, Paris, I could cum so good if you did."
Sandy
shed her clothes and began to finger her pussy.
"Ooo, this really is hot", thought Paris. The so called
prisoner ordered her so called guard to lay across the bed and had to admire
the perky buns that she was about to whip into a bright pinkness. She swung the
belt ten times while Sandy shamelessyly masturbated.
The dark haired pixie climaxed with muted little whimpers and caught her
resulting effuse in her hands. She asked Paris to turn around and ran her syrupy
hands all over and deep in between the heiress's ass cheeks. She followed with
long slow licks and worked her way inward. Now it was Paris that was bending to
allow Sandy full access to her pussy and ass, The girl
licked her to another kneebending orgasm and she
collapsed face down on her tiny bed.
Exhausted,
she fell asleep and awoke alone in her cell. There, atop her basket of fruit
was a cute new phone. During the day, she learned that Sandy had been fired for
missing all her check in times the night before. It seemed the girl had been
more interested in licking pussy than keeping her job.
;"That's
hot," thought Paris.
She did
not see Sandy again and spent the rest of her incarceration planning where she
would party once released.
A few weeks later,she was making the most of her vacation basking on a
secluded beach and browsing her laptop. Her fansite
and inbox were filled with comments and messages.
She
breezed through most but one caught her eye.
"Orally
talented girl seeks position as maid or personal assistant to ladies. Call Sandy at ***-7382.
Paris ordered another daiquiri, swatted the
cabana boy on his ass and began to dial.
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