The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 5: The Prisoner - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 5: The Prisoner

The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Five: The Prisoner Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Jake Duncan – Paris, Texas I was sitting in my cell, trying to sleep on the hard mattress, cursing my bad luck. Fucking broken taillight. You couldn't have one of those, not when you're a two striker carrying a half-a-ton of weed in your trunk. The moment the cop pulled up my record, he found some BS excuse to search the car. My third strike. I will be life in jail. “I ain't never gettin' another piece of ass,” I groused. “At least not of the female—” The bull walked by, his keys jangling, escorting a sweet, young thing, naked as the day she was born, covered in what looked like spunk and piss. Even covered in filth, she may have been the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her breasts were budding, topped with small, pink nipples, and her body was lithe and she moved with grace. Her hair, damp and matted, was a blonde so light it was almost white, and her eyes. Silver. Like the stars. My cock rose to full mast. The bull shoved her into the cell next to mine. All that separated me from the finest piece of ass I had ever seen was half-inch-thick, metal bars. She walked to the cot, sitting down, spreading her legs, and looked straight at me, a teasing smile on her face. “Do you think I'm beautiful?” she purred, my eyes locked on the cum-matted fur of her pussy. “You are goddamn gorgeous, ...

... sweetness!” I howled. “Why don't you come on over here and let me get a good look at you.” She laughed, licking her finger, then she rubbed her pierced right nipple surrounded by the tattoo of a silver, seven pointed star. Her eyes fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her lip. Her pink tongue flicked out, her hips shifted, and her other hand trailed down her body, going for that sweet hole between her legs. She gasped as she shoved two fingers into her tight hole, pumping fast. “I got something a lot better than your fingers to shove in there, sweetness,” I purred. “Why don't you come on over here and me and you can have a nice time.” Her hand pumped faster, her breath coming faster and faster. She pinched at her nipple, then pulled her piercing, painfully stretching her tit out. She moaned and shuddered, then let go, her small tit snapping back. My cock was so hard. I pulled it out of my orange pants, stroking it. “Stop!” she moaned. “Do not waste your seed!” “Then come on over here, press your sweet ass against the bars, and let me fuck that hot hole of yours.” “Oh, yes!” she gasped, eyes still squeezed. Fuck it! I wasn't going to sit here and let the little bitch tease me. I had me some live porn, and I was going to rub one out. My hand stroked my cock. “I said to stop!” My hand froze; her words were so powerful. “I'm sorry.” She had three fingers pumping away in her pussy, her hips writhing. “Oh, yes!” she gasped. Then she added a forth, spreading her little pussy wide open. “Such ...