Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison") - Sex Stories

Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison")

... is supposed to behave. Sorry you had to see all that rough shit, though.” She just gave a small shrug and had her own awkward little grin on her face. “Come on, Mike. We out this bitch!” I said. And we took our departure… Around 8:00 that evening, I was at home, freshly showered and cleaned up. Mike had gone out to do some clubbing, so I figured I’d go for a walk around town, and I was just getting ready to head for the door when the doorbell rang. I was taken aback; was my little puppet THAT thirsty for Daddy’s cock again? But I was proven wrong when I opened the door. Danielle stood on the doorstep with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing a tight black T-shirt and tight half-length black jeans, which stood out perfectly against her milky-white skin. I hadn’t paid her much attention while I was fucking Sam, but now she DEFINITELY had my attention. I just now realized how beautiful and downright SEXY she was. A pair of 32-DD boobs protruded from her chest, and her long, slender legs made their way up to a firm, round ass. And damn it, she had the cutest face I had even seen; shocking-green eyes lined with a hint of mascara, a straight nose, and plump lips, parted to show her dazzling white teeth. She was FUCKING GORGEOUS. “Hello, Franco,” she said in a totally different voice from earlier, it was smooth, low, and seductive. “Um, hey,” I replied a little nervously. “What you doin’ in my neck of the woods?” “Oh, I think you know exactly why I’m here,” she whispered, ...

... stepping over the threshold and walking towards me slowly. “I came here for you.” My eyes widened. “Me?” “Why else wouldn’t I be here?” “But what about—” “Why should I give myself to a cowardly, submissive, small-dicked bitch like Sam, when there are other guys who can pop my cherry? Guys like…you. REAL bad boys.” She was walking around me now, taking in every part of my body. “You’re just so…BADASS,” she said, the sensuality in her voice increasing. “So tall… muscular… tattooed… strong… rough…tough… masculine… and an ex-con… so HOT.” She stopped right in front of me and reached her hands out and ran them up and down my torso. I could feel a raging hard-on growing in my pants as she touched me. Then she caressed my face with those silky smooth hands, running her fingers along my buzz-cut hair and stroking my cheeks. “Your eyes are to die for,” she whispered. “So cold, like ice. And that scar…” She stroked it with one long finger. “It’s sooooooo MANLY. It makes you just…irresistible… So dangerous…” My body heat was definitely rising now as she talked in that voice, and bestial lust was starting to grow for this girl. Then she turned around and started grinding her ass against my crotch. “And that HUGE dick… You fuck like a BEAST…” My cock was so hard, she could feel it through my jeans. I let out a low moan of pleasure. Fifteen months without any pussy had driven me mad, and now this fine chick was hitting on me. And damn it, I was ready for this! She turned back around and then I ...