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“Mmm . . . ooh, yes . . . I bet you have a sweet, tasty hole . . .”
A soft moan slipped from the back of her throat as she winded her hips down into her chair, her fingers ever so lightly flicking over her cloth-covered clit. God how she wished she could feel her ass and the back of her bare pussy pressed down into the plush leather of her chair as she brought herself to climax.
If it hadn’t been in the middle of the day, she would have pulled out her ridged “vibrator-friend”—the one she kept tucked in the back of her locked drawer in a satin black bag—and fucked her horny cunt real good with it. But, for now, she’d have to settle for her fingers and hand to take her to her happy place.
Hmm. Nirvana.
Oh how she longed for it. Yearned for it. The overwhelming need burned through her core. With her free hand, she unbuttoned her blouse, then slipped her hand inside, her fingers finding their way inside her bra—pink, cotton and . . . boring.
Why hadn’t she worn the one with the scalloped, lacy edges?
Lee’s hand moved languorously over her clit and lips until her juices simmered and slowly seeped into her underwear. She patiently teased herself, lightly pinching and patting her clit, her gaze fixed on her computer screen.
She pressed the palm of her hand down on her clit and moved her hand, harder, faster, creating a hot friction that set her pussy ablaze.
“Mmm, you degenerate bitch,” she murmured. “You criminal. Mmm, yes . . . eat my pussy, you villainess whore . . .”
She hated herself for becoming so licentious, so loose . . . so damn greedy; potentially jeopardizing everything she’d worked so hard for her entire life—her career, her family—her reputation, for God’s sake! She’d spent most of her career in corrections with an unblemished track record of being no-nonsense and by the book.
And, now, here she was.
Fantasizing.
Dangling over the edge of temptation. Oh, how she was tempted to throw caution to the wind, and do something uncharacteristically impulsive. Risqué. Of course, she’d never be foolish enough to do anything that might spoil her reputation, or ruin her career.
Still . . .
She toyed for a moment with the idea of summoning that sweet piece of ass to her office, to kneel before her, to taste her, to maybe have her slender fingers wedged between the inmate’s slick folds, stroking into her silky heat until she climaxed.
She suspected the moment she’d laid eyes on the new inmate with the voluptuous body—firm, high breasts. Tight waist. Ripe, round ass—that she’d be trouble with a capital T. And, she’d been right. So far, half of her prison’s population—and many of her prison staff—including custody staff—were seemingly enthralled by her.
Talking.
Thinking.
Imagining.
A woman that beautiful with that many curves had no business being in prison. Her prison. And she knew from experience that it was only a matter of time before inmate 22345C would manage to have most of the inmates here shanking each other up for a taste of her feminine nectar.
And—she also wouldn’t be surprised if the hazel-eyed enchantress managed to have a few of her corrections officers’ dicks roaring to life, surging against their uniform pants like a bunch of horny teenagers vying to be balls deep inside her.
Oh, yes. She’d already spotted more than enough appreciative male gazes from some of the COs to know that this little slut muffin was going to potentially wreak havoc in her institution. And she wasn’t having it. Oh no. She wasn’t about to let her turn her prison into her very own lair. Not if she could help it.
She knew she’d have to keep a close eye on this one. And, yet, she closed her eyes and blew out a blistering curse as her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, then skitted over the course strip of neatly manicured pubic hair before settling on her quivering clit, then to her slick entrance, then back to her clit.
And every nerve ending in her body jolted, and she gasped, opening her legs wider to her probing fingers. The golden brown lips of her pussy opened wetly to her fingers, allowing her to go in deeper. She moaned softly, and stretched herself more with two fingers—then three. She began stroking in and out, in and out, enjoying the wet clicking sound of her fingers, enjoying the silky walls of her cunt.
Her simmering pussy heated her fingers and its scent wafted up around her like a scented candle.
Hot. Sweet. Flicking fire.
And then came the creamy nectar, pooling out of her body, bathing her fingers and soaking her panties. But her fingers continued to skillfully fuck out another orgasm, causing her to go utterly limp.
She slowly opened her eyes, dazed, her body still shuddering, and glanced back at the computer screen. Heat stole over her body. Imagining the taste of her; the feel of her tongue sliding over her cunt nearly made her orgasm all over again.
She muttered a curse. Then clicked out of the browser.
Shit.
