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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.?????????????????????????????????????

"??

. .

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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