The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“I’ve been a bad, bad prisoner,” Emma pouted, wriggling about on the couch as Kate moved by her and to the side, the better for the three cameras to capture the action. “I’m in here because I love fucking myself too much…”
This was one of those times Emma wished she had a rack like the warden, or even that Kardashian girl with the huge ass who was always getting her parole turned down – lifting a breast up to her mouth with her free hand so she could lick her own nipple was always a bonus. Still, you gotta work with what you got; Emma’s middle finger was busy sliding in and out of her hot little pink envelope, and if she hadn’t had cameras on her she’d have popped it into her mouth… oh, what the heck. Miss Roberts took the finger out and licked it off, conceited enough to think she had a great tasting pussy and sorry enough that she wasn’t limber enough to be able to eat herself out.
“Turn around,” Kate said, “and don’t forget to spread it.”
“Like *I’d* forget,” Emma tut-tutted, and just as Blake had done back at the hideout she moved her slim body around, only unlike Blake she KNEW she had an audience. Kate knew from experience that she had to wait a little to let the cameras have time to get enough of the girl’s open rear and her fingers fondling her snatch before she could get in there, but the younger the lady was the harder it was for her to wait. And Emma looked younger than 20, her fast hand searching out all the parts of her girlbits that buzzed her up, asshole tight and unvisited by dicks… she was writhing around on the sofa as if she was putting on a show, which she sort of was, but it was mostly all for herself.
Kate nipped in and bit the cheek that didn’t have a scar on it, her teeth sinking into the flesh and sucking on the part she’d had in her mouth. Emma, her body heating up and her snatch soaking, turned back around and opened her legs wider, waiting for the warden to start snacking.
“Not today,” she panted, pulling herself up and kissing Emma’s tits. “You haven’t finished breakfast yet.”
Kate levered herself up further, resting her form on Emma’s mouth; the girl didn’t need any urging to thrust her tongue into the warden’s gorgeous English country garden. Kate Winslet’s plush, plump pussy was one of the fringe benefits of being in prison; she smelt and tasted like… like… Emma didn’t really know what she tasted like and didn’t care – she just wanted to suck on Kate’s fat clit until she was paroled (so basically forever). Her pussy thatch was lovely as well; Emma liked it shaved the best, but Kate’s was lovely and silky to run through. Pinching and probing the warden’s buns as she licked was the icing on the cake.
There was nothing but approving murmurs from Emma and sighs from Kate for the next several minutes as the girl’s mouth and fingers did their work; Kate stroked what parts of Emma she could reach as the young woman did for her what her husband tried to do but only rarely did. Kate began to thrust away under the constant caressing and sucking, her body jiggling and pumping as she started to surrender herself to the prisoner. Emma, for her part, was giving in to the warden’s warm body like she hadn’t done since – since last time.
“Stop….” Kate moaned, and Emma reluctantly let her mouth go as she watched the warden move down her body. The safecracker took in a few breaths as she waited for Kate’s experienced mouth to munch on her; she loved it the last time…

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Something brushed against her box. It was soft, but it wasn’t a mouth. Too pointed to be a tongue… Emma looked down, and was greeted by Kate smiling up at her, holding one of her breasts and aiming it at her cunt. The pert, erect nipple played with her clit, making Emma tremble with joy; she carefully spread open her box, feeling the warden guide the areola inside – both woman sighed on contact.
Emma pushed herself forward a little so her cuntwalls moved over Kate’s nipple, not much, but enough. The older woman moved the tit inside the small space, feeling the tip somehow get even harder with the secretions inside the safecracker – Kate molded and squeezed the breast as they moved, and broke into a wide grin when she actually felt a few droplets of breast milk seep out and enter Emma. From the girl’s gasp, she knew that Emma felt it too.
“Now isn’t that better than guys?” Kate laughed.
“And no kids…” Emma moaned, feeling the nipple teasing her insides and her walls starting to oil up. Oh man, this was so good – her own pussy and Kate’s tit were two great tastes… the young woman wrapped her legs around Kate’s torso, stroking her as the boob probed her; she wished today was a public holiday or something, then she could spend all day coming over this big beautiful kind lady’s chest. As Emma thrashed around she got a look at Kate’s other breast, free and gorgeous.
That did it; gasping to the ceiling, Emma’s body shuddered as she let herself go, the familiar glow shooting through her body. She didn’t want to lose Kate’s nipple, but she kept every last second of the sensation of it leaving her pussy; she collapsed back onto the couch as the warden hefted her tit, slowly licking it off for Emma’s benefit.
“Very tasty,” Kate told her approvingly.
“Same here,” Emma sighed, eyeing the warden’s snatch.
“Stay here until you’ve come down,” Kate told her as she dressed. “Tomorrow night I shall have to work a little late here, and you will have to be summoned for… oh, I’ll think of something.”
“Isn’t tomorrow Rachel Bilson’s turn?”
“She was released last week; time off for good behaviour. Too bad; I was hoping to enjoy those lovely jugs of hers one more time.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right… I heard there was a new girl in. Some cutie called Sarah Shahi or something.”
“One door closes, another opens. Anyway,” Kate continued, “the next time I’ll see to it that I have time to enjoy your cute little bottom.”
“And vice versa,” Emma laughed, pinching the warden. “About time I got to slide something up that big Brit booty.”
If she was unlucky, she thought. As lovely as Warden Winslet’s body was, if she was lucky today would be the last time.
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Being as she was in solitary confinement, Roselyn Sanchez hadn’t seen much of the lovely mountain scenery or the well-laid-out prison grounds for the past few days. But on the upside, where she HAD been she’d been spared her the sight of her cellmate.
Whoever decided to put her and Jaime Pressly in the same cell either didn’t know about their past history or DID know and had a sick sense of humour; they’d spent their time together ignoring each other or arguing. They also hadn’t been getting much sleep; neither of them was willing to drop their guard around the other, making for long and restless nights. But things hadn’t really caught fire until two weeks ago.
Although none of the women – with the obvious exception of Blake – had been averse to getting and giving affection among the prison population, no one had been as determined to get some as Jaime; not a day had gone by when she hadn’t bedded one of the other convicts, whether they wanted to or not. The word had soon spread to stay the hell away from Jaime Pressly, and now the entire prison population avoided her like the plague, except for the other members of the gang; this also meant that no one dared to go into the showers until Jaime was finished, which suited Miss P just fine – it meant that she got to have first crack at the hot water.
Most days, anyway; that morning Jaime’s eyes narrowed when she stepped into the bathroom and saw Zoe Kravitz humming to herself under the shower jets as she cleansed her form. She was a total fox, admittedly, but the more hot water this one got the less she herself would; the girl’s rack wasn’t that nice.
Zoe turned a bit to the side, and Jaime reflected that okay, her rack WAS that nice. Still glaring, she started to do her own bathing as the girl continued to hum; but in between soap dabs she stole quick looks at the brown-hued beauty near her. Gradually they became less quick, and the space between the two started to reduce as the blonde edged closer.
Zoe’s lovely body was almost completely cleaned when Jaime was practically touching her; it pleased the blonde that Miss Kravitz had her fingers energetically washing her snatch out. Roselyn probably liked it too; in fact, Jaime knew for a fact that Roselyn liked it, as she’d spotted the two of them in the gym when they thought no one was around. Much as she hated to admit it, the sight of the boss on her knees in front of Zoe licking out her box while the girl moved around in heat was not something she regretted.
“That’s a nice package you got there, kid,” Jaime said as amiably as she could.
Zoe nervously looked at the older lady. “Um… thanks,” she replied.
“Oh, relax. I ain’t gonna eat you. Not that way, anyway… looks to me like you could do with a little something to get the day off right, know what I mean?”
“I’m good, thanks…” Zoe turned the water off. “It’s all yours, Jaime.”
“Right on both counts, sis,” Jaime grinned, taking Zoe’s arm. Hard. “You ARE good, and it’s all mine…”
“Please, not today,” said the prisoner, wincing. “I know you like to hurt…”

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“It ain’t gonna hurt ME,” the blonde cackled. “On your knees, Mocha Tits, and let’s see if you can make me scream like you did to-“
“Roselyn…”
“We got us a mind reader here! So you know what I...”
“She isn’t a mind reader,” Roselyn Sanchez said flatly behind her. “And you are not going to rape her today. Or any day.”
“RAPE?!?” Jaime laughed, glancing over her shoulder to look at her colleague. “I don’t rape - everyone I fuck wants it. I mean they want it from ME, of course…”
“Shut up. She won’t hurt you, Alicia.”
“Huh?” Jaime asked. “Ain’t her name Zoo or some shit like that?”
Zoe glanced at Roselyn, who shook her head; it wasn’t Jaime’s business.
“Oh, I get it – like playing games, right? Well, I got a new game for you, sugar…”
It was Roselyn’s turn to grab an arm, pulling Jaime up short. “It’s called ‘Leave Her Alone Or You’ll Regret It.’”
“You ain’t my mom, Chiquita Banana! Hell, even my MOM didn’t talk to me like that!” But she did let go of Zoe, her anger rising at how uppity Roselyn was getting again – and how fast Zoe got out of the shower, wrapping her towel around her as she fled. Both robbers watched her leave, and neither could resist a smile at the glimpse of Zoe’s bobbing buns before the towel hid them.
Jaime’s smile vanished, but not before Roselyn spotted it – and slapped her hard across the face. “That is ALL you’ll ever be able to do with her; just smile.”
“Still be more than what you can do when I’m through with you,” the blonde snapped, and slammed her head into Roselyn’s.
The pain shot through her skull, followed by more ache when Jaime cracked a hand across her face, causing her to slip stunned. Jaime cannoned into Roselyn and the two landed on the shower tiles, more agony firing up the Latina’s body – and she scratched Jaime’s face in rage, kicking up at her as she did so. The foot didn’t hurt much, but there were a couple of red streaks across the blonde’s face.
Jaime aimed her fingernails at Roselyn for payback, but the dark-haired woman grabbed the hand and wrenched it aside, managing to throw her over and send her hitting the wall and floor. She was there long enough for Roselyn to punch her hard in the stomach – “Still think I can’t hit?!?” she spat.
Roselyn took a fist to the eye as Jaime scrambled up, yelling “Not as hard as me!” and following it with another blow, following that by grabbing the Sanchez sacks and twisting both as hard as she could. Which was REAL hard; howling, Roselyn got hold of Jaime’s hair and yanked her head back, managing to whirl her around and throw her. Losing her balance on the soaked floor, Jaime stumbled and crashlanded by the door, and before she could get up Roselyn had kicked her out of the room; she’d taken enough water with her so she actually slid out into the corridor, which would have been a surprise for any women waiting if there’d been any. But as Jaime found out when Roselyn charged out after her when she started to her feet, it wasn’t over yet.

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The two women clawed at each other, slamming into the walls and floor, both kicking and biting and swearing. “IF THEY HAD TUBS IN THERE I’D HAVE DROWNED YOU!” Jaime yelled, thumping Roselyn’s head again and shouting in pain as her enemy shoved two fingers into her crotch, clasped her clit between them and squeezed hard enough to almost burst it. Feeling a hand on her arm, Roselyn instinctively jerked an elbow back…
…and that was what landed them in solitary.
Even if they hadn’t been scrapping in the corridors, hitting one of the guards in the face and knocking out two of her teeth was a no-no. The one good thing about it, apart from the fact that it was Jane Lynch (disparagingly known as Jane the Pain – due to her being the only guard in the place other than Cate “the Straight” Blanchett who never, but never, looked the other way… and yes, her nickname was also because Cate was the only guard, male or female, who couldn’t be swayed with sex), was that Jaime had taken as much of the fall as Roselyn had, even though it hadn’t been blonde-on-blonde violence. Regardless, once they’d mopped the floor up (rub it in, huh?) the two had been carted off to solitary confinement for two whole weeks.
Roselyn didn’t know or care what Jaime had been doing in there, but she knew what she was doing – counting down the days till she was out of the little cramped cell, and thinking about Alicia. The real Alicia, not the gorgeous convict who’d approached her one month into her stay at Remy Hadley and who Roselyn had bedded that evening, who’d begged for her kisses and who had agreed to Roselyn’s only request – that she be called Alicia instead of Zoe.
No, it was the Alicia who had been devastated when the truth had come out. The Alicia who hadn’t turned up for the trial – at first. The Alicia who had been there in the later stages. The Alicia who had come to visit her every other week, and had told her on the first visit that whatever happened she was her Popi and they were together, no matter what. And the Alicia who was due to come to see her… today.
Perfect timing; out of this cell today, and later on meeting Alicia for the last time in prison. The next time, she’d be free.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jaime had been the angriest of the gang on her capture, at her sentencing, and every day since she’d been a guest of Remy Hadley. She couldn’t blame her treatment – they could have been living in Buckingham Palace and she’d have been furious.
Yeah, they’d had a fight, but the real cause had been before that – it was the car. It still pissed her off that somehow they’d been tracked down, when she KNEW that no one but no one had seen her heist it. And it wasn’t like it had some kind of alarm or something in the system that could track it down either; the model they’d gotten was several years too old for that. Plus she’d never taken her eyes off midget reporter girl, so she couldn’t have gotten a message out to anyone.

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But apparently someone had. Someone had tracked them.
Jaime heard the door on her cell starting to unlock, and unclenched her fists. This wasn’t the time to get violent; sooner or later, though, she was going to find out who’d told the cops. And she was going to kill them. Slowly.
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Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women didn’t exactly provide someone with a lot of privacy - almost every room had either windows or a barred wall that allowed guards to look in on the prisoners as they did everything from change clothes to use the toilet to making love with their roommates. It was nerve-wracking, at first, but most prisoners eventually got used to it enough to tolerate it.
For someone who didn’t mind her body being ogled, like Grace Park, it wasn’t that big of an issue. She often hung around in her cell wearing just her panties, no concerns that any of the other prisoners might see her perky little breasts on full display. Ever her cellmate, Lauren German, didn’t seem to mind, despite her own shy nature - Lauren changed underneath her blanket, and despite being in Remy Hadley longer than Grace had been, still blushed every time she had to use the toilet in front of someone else.
Of course, Lauren didn’t seem to be embarrassed enough to keep from sliding into Grace’s bed every third night for some much needed sexual relief.
Such had been the case last night, and Lauren was already back in her own bunk, sliding into her prison uniform while Grace eased herself out of bed, giving the girls across the hall a good look at her naked body.
“Don’t suppose you want a little morning pick-me-up?” Grace asked.
“We just did it last night,” Lauren said in a hushed voice. “How insatiable are you?”
“Very,” Grace said, luridly stroking her exposed crotch with one hand while rubbing the sleep dust out of her eyes with the other.
“Park! Get some clothes on before you rile up the entire wing!” a harsh, British voice demanded from outside the cell. Grace turned around, and wasn’t at all surprised to see a gorgeous, dark-haired guard standing just outside their cell. Dressed in a uniform shirt that was easily two sizes too small for her, and her pants, while regulation, didn’t QUITE cover the top of her ass-crack in the back, and were practically painted upon her legs, they were so tight.
“Oh, what is it today, Officer Arterton?” Grace asked, neither moving, or covering her nudity. “Warden can’t work her iPhone?”
“Quiet yourself, Park, and get dressed. The WiFi in the waiting room is down again,” Guard Gemma Arterton snapped.
Grace rolled her eyes, but reached for her clothes anyway. “This is becoming a daily thing, Gemma,” Grace muttered.

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“The WiFi does go out a lot down there,” Lauren said, coming out from under her covers now clad in her prisoner’s uniform.
“Place wasn’t built for the internet age. Now, back against the wall, German,” Arterton said, pulling out her billy club. Lauren knew the routine. She backed up to the far wall, turned around and put her hands on the bars in the small window. By the time she’d done this, Grace had pulled her own shirt on over her naked body, and was stepping into her pants as the guard signaled for the door to be unlocked.
“Come along, Miss Wizard - time to earn your perks,” Gemma said, taking Grace by the arm and pulling her out of the cell. The door closed behind them, leaving Lauren alone for the time being, while the computer criminal was escorted down the hallway.
The guard and the prisoner walked in silence down the hallway, though they both received a few whistles from the other prisoners. Grace was a bit of a running joke between the other prisoners - when most guards took prisoners somewhere else, it was for sexual reasons. For Grace, it was for Tech Support.
Gemma led the nerdy prisoner out of the main cellblock and down two flights of stairs, to the first level. But instead of turning right towards the visitor’s area, they turned left, entered another guarded hallway, and soon found themselves in one of the private interrogation rooms, where prisoners could be questioned by officials, or meet with their lawyers, more-or-less in private. Certainly no other prisoners could see what happened in the room, though Grace had long suspected there might be a hidden camera or two in the room.
“Strip,” Gemma ordered, though Grace was already dropping her pants - she’d purposefully left her prison issue underwear back at her cell. A minute later, Grace was as naked as she’d been when she woke up, and Gemma was shoving her up against the table, bending the prisoner over at the waist and spreading her legs.
“Must we do this EVERY time, Gemma?” Grace asked as the guard quickly searched Grace’s discarded uniform.
“Yes,” Gemma said flatly as she dropped the uniform and moved to stand behind Grace. The prisoner shuddered a bit as she heard the tell-tale snapping of a plastic glove. Grace took a deep breath, and almost immediately felt the harsh presence of Gemma’s hand penetrating her pussy from behind.
Grace had suffered through a lot of cavity searches since her arrest, but no one took them as seriously as Gemma Arterton did.
But at least Gemma didn’t forget about Grace. As her fingers probed the deepest recesses of Grace’s vaginal opening, Gemma’s thumb almost lazily circled the prisoner’s clit, sending some very nice sensations throughout her body.
“Nothing there,” Gemma said. “This time.”
“Yeah, one day I’m totally going to hide a gun up there,” Grace responded snarkily.

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“And I just hope I’m to one searching you that day,” Gemma said, pushing down on the small of Grace’s back. “Time for the anal exam.” With no more warning than that, two fingers entered Grace’s ass. Grace bit her lip, but managed to not cry out in pain and surprise. She had known it was coming, after all. And in some cases, she’d consider this the good end to a good date. But Gemma was particularly thorough.
“Jeeze, any higher and you’ll be tasting what I have for breakfast before I do,” Grace muttered. “Do you ALWAYS have to be so rough?”
“Yes,” Gemma said, leaning over until her body was pressed directly against Grace’s back, the guard’s larger tits pressing hard against Grace’s skin, with only the thin fabric of the uniform top between them. “Because it turns me on so fucking much,” Gemma whispered in Grace’s ear.
“Then I hope you’re all hot and bothered, Gemma, because you know I am,” Grace said as Gemma’s free hand reached around the prisoner to grope one of Grace’s breasts. The guard responded by pulling her fingers out of Grace’s ass, splitting them into a V, and jamming them back into bother her ass and pussy. The prisoner swooned.
“Yes, that’s a good little bird,” Gemma said, groping Grace’s tits again before letting go. “Now, on your knees.”
Grace didn’t protest. She spun around and got on her knees, giving her the most perfect view as Gemma shed her pants and exposed her perfectly trimmed little bush and sopping wet pussy to the prisoner. Grace had been here before - numerous times since being incarcerated at Remy Hadley. Prison Guards pulling her out for some tech or computer situation, for which she was known to be skilled, and taking advantage of her sexually. This happened a lot in this prison - both male and female guards all seemed to treat the prisoners as their playthings, almost universally.
Grace put up with it - and in cases like Gemma Arterton here, actually enjoyed it, as opposed to when the male guards would have their way with her - but unlike many of the prisoners, who either just took it, or tried to resist, Grace put these encounters to good use.
“Mmmm, you taste nice today, Gemma,” Grace said, gently lapping at the guard’s wet slit. “Did you get what I asked for?”
“Yeah, yeah, your new iPhone will be here tomorrow,” Gemma said. “But you know what I want in return,” she added, leering down at Grace.
“Oh, Gemma, I’m already yours. You can have me any way you want.”
“Let’s prove that, then, shall we?” Gemma said. She stepped away from the prisoner and reached down to her pants. There she pulled her nightstick and held it by the longest end, sticking the shorter end out towards Grace. “Suck it.”
“Huh?” Grace asked, a little surprised. This was something new.
“Suck it. Like a cock,” Gemma said, a twinkle in her eye. “And don’t tell me you don’t know how. Jace was telling me the other day how you deep throated him pretty well, for a dyke.”

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“I told him not to tell anyone,” Grace grumbled as she reluctantly leaned forward and took the end of the baton in her mouth. Grace was NOT a fan of sucking cock, but it had kept Jace of other parts of her body and gotten her a few perks in the showers - like real shampoo, not the generic crap they tried to push off on the other girls. But despite her distaste of the act, Grace had some skills at using her mouth and tongue to pleasure phallic shaped objects, and as Gemma watched, Grace performed her best routine upon the polished wooden shaft. She playfully licked the length of the baton before taking the tip into her mouth. For a moment, she just played with it a little before she slowly started to suck envelope more and more of it. Soon enough, Grace’s lips were practically touching the second handle.
“Jace wasn’t kidding,” Gemma said admiringly. “Are you sure you’re only into girls?”
Grace pulled off the baton. “Positive,” she said.
“Well, good,” Gemma said. “A bird like you shouldn’t be stuffed and basted, know what I mean?”
“Uh, I guess,” Grace replied.
“Oh, shut up and suck the bloody handle,” Gemma demanded, turning the nightstick around. Grace shot her an odd look, but started sucking on the angled end anyway, wondering what this was about. Gemma had fucked Grace a number of times since the computer chick had been housed at Remy Hadley, but usually that just meant Grace ate Gemma out, sucked on her tits a little and they’d finish each other off with their fingers. This, however, was something more.
A small part of Grace was worried, but the vast majority of her was just horny.
“That’s enough,” Gemma said, pulling the nightstick out of Grace’s mouth. “Turn around and bend over the table.”
Suddenly, Grace knew exactly what was happening. And her pussy flooded with juice at the very thought! She eagerly did as she was told, even spreading her legs wide in anticipation.
“Mmmmnnngh,” Gemma groaned. Grace looked over her shoulder, and was surprised to see Gemma had actually stuck the side-handle of the nightstick into her own pussy. Grace was a bit surprised, but Gemma was moving before the prisoner could say anything, sliding up behind the bent-over Asian and lining up the other wetted end of the baton with Grace’s pussy.
“Ooooh!” Grace cooed, both from the pleasure of feeling the nightstick penetrate her, and the naughtiness of the idea of using the nightstick as a makeshift strap-on dildo. Or would that be slide-in dildo? Grace didn’t care. She was too busy getting fucked by Gemma.
“Yeah, that’s it you little slut,” Gemma said, her voice a husky whisper in Grace’s ear. “Spread your legs and get fucked by my hard cock.” As she spoke, Gemma reached around and groped Grace’s small tits, and Grace’s rock-hard nipples reacted quite well to the sensation.
It was quite the trick Gemma was pulling off. Keeping her own pussy clamped around one handle of the nightstick while using the other to take Grace from behind. Just the act of keeping the handle inside her was challenging enough, and the effort was sending all sorts of pleasurable signals through Gemma’s body. But Grace’s pussy wasn’t exactly holding the improvised dildo as well -

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possibly because Gemma was pounding in and out of it, or perhaps it was the fact Grace was practically flooded with juices. Whatever it was, Gemma knew she couldn’t keep it in there much longer, and if it fell out of Grace, it would fall out of Gemma’s pussy, too. She couldn’t have that.
“Hold on a moment, luv,” Gemma said, pulling the nightstick out of Grace. The prisoner mewed in disappointment, then gasped in elated surprise as Gemma started to slowly slide the baton handle into Grace’s ass.
“Mmmmm, yes!” Grace hissed. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my dirty, dirty ass!”
It took a bit, but thanks to Grace’s mouth and pussy, the stick was well lubricated, and Grace was far from an anal virgin. When the nightstick was finally all the way in, Gemma found she was getting far more resistance on her end - much to the joy of her own pussy.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Grace hollered as Gemma started to really fuck her ass. With both hands on the prisoner’s hips, Gemma felt every thrust vibrate up from the nightstick into her own pussy. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t very long at all before both girls were climaxing.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCKFUCKFUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” Grace hissed as her body collapsed beneath her. Gemma was only seconds behind, her own climax dropping her onto Grace’s back as her knees gave out while she hissed her pleasure.
“Oh, that was fun,” Grace said a few minutes later as Gemma yanked the nightstick out of her.
“We’ll do that again,” Gemma promised.
“It’s a great way to wake up,” Grace said.
“By the way, they really are having trouble with the WiFi in the visitor’s center,” Gemma mentioned as she pulled her pants back on.
“Just tell them to flip the router off and on, that should reset it,” Grace said, slipping back into her prisoner’s uniform. “You’ll have my iPod tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” Gemma said.
“Good. Come get me when you’ve got it,” Grace said. “Oh, and bring an extra nightstick so I can fuck you.”
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“There …”
Megan Fox sighed.
“…once was…”
And again.
“...a little…”
And again.

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“…girl who…”
Why Hayden Panettiere had to read each line of that particular tattoo out loud before kissing it, Megan didn’t know. But then again, at least the ex-reporter’s hands were busy on each side of the brunette’s body, one hand cupping her hard buttocks and the other tracing a path through her snatch. And her lips felt so good on her skin that Megan couldn’t complain about her cellmate.
Plus to be honest, it was the tats that convinced Megan this matchup worked; the first time they had bathed together was also the first time Megan had seen Hayden naked – her compact, lovely body played host to a collection of tattoos which were for the most part smaller than Megan’s, but each one from the writing on one of her fingers to the Italian phrase on her left side was muy lickable. Megan had joked that if she went for the unobtrusive kind she should get something on her clit, and Hayden had parried that she didn’t like them THAT much.
“…never knew…” Hayden continued reading and kissing, sending a nice little ticklish tremor up Megan’s spine. Oh, this little blonde really knew her stuff. Each kiss made Megan a little wetter, and she really couldn’t wait for her to finish.”
“…love until-”
“Until a slow reading reporter took her fingers and fucked her senseless,” Megan cut Hayden off, rolling over atop Hayden and kissing her hard. Hayden gasped a bit in surprise, but as her perky tits jiggled, she gave in to Megan’s kiss and the tattoo was forgotten as the darker-haired crook slid a pair of fingers up inside Hayden’s twat.
Hayden swooned under the more-tattooed inmate’s aggressiveness, loving the sensation of a mouth on one of her nipples while two - no, that was three now - fingers mined her depths for pearls of pleasure. Megan was a surprisingly adroit finger smith, hitting areas Hayden had been hard-pressed to reach herself since being imprisoned, and with only occasional visits from Troian, Hayden was forced to rely on others to get her off.
Not that she minded. With a body built for sex, Megan Fox was a perfectly acceptable substitute for Hayden’s real love.
“You ready for it?” Megan asked, breaking into Hayden’s reverie.
“Huh? Oh, hell yeah, I’m ready,” Hayden said. The two girls got up off the bed, and Megan laid down on her back, sticking her butt up in the air a little bit. Hayden rather gleefully knelt down behind Megan and started to slide a pair of fingers into Megan’s dripping wet pussy.
“Mmmmm,” Megan moaned. The reporter had such lovely little fingers, yet they could find all the best places inside Megan. Either in her pussy, or more often, up Megan’s ass.
Which was exactly where Hayden was going, as soon as she finished lubing her hand up with Megan’s pussy juices. Two, three, four more thrusts up into Megan, and Hayden was satisfied she’d be able to work her fingers into the puckered hole she was staring at.
Still, it never hurt to be sure.

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Hayden leaned forward and gently started tonguing around Megan’s backdoor. The career criminal groaned in delight - it had been FAR too long since anyone had tossed her salad, even here at Remy Hadley, where you could get most anything done to you if you just asked the right person.
“God, Hayd, that’s it! Fuck my ass with your tongue!”
Hayden’s reply was to press her tongue further into Megan, twirling it about a little as she went. Hayden wasn’t exactly new to analingus, but neither she nor Troian ever really got off on the idea, so the most she’d ever done was use it briefly to lube up her lover, and add a hint of kink to their encounters on rare occasions.
But Megan seemed to enjoy it, and Hayden put her skilled tongue to use, driving the taller, darker haired girl well beyond distraction. Which was exactly what Megan needed.
As Hayden’s tongue did unspeakably sexy things to Megan’s ass, Megan was able to forget, if only for a few minutes, how depressed she was. Over on Megan’s bunk lay a letter - an actual, handwritten letter - that had, while not quite broken Megan’s heart, certainly bruised it more than she would’ve expected.
The letter, written with perfect teacher penmanship, was from Lucy Hale, basically telling Megan that she wouldn’t be hearing from her again. Lucy had been one of the hostages the girls had taken in the bank, and Megan had taken more than a bit of a liking to the short brunette. The fact that Lucy had, rather reluctantly, maintained a correspondence during Megan’s incarceration had allowed Megan’s attraction for the young teacher to go from mostly physical to something more.
But Lucy didn’t seem to be feeling the same.
The letter was essentially a Dear Jane note, Lucy telling Megan that while she would always think fondly of her, and admitted that it was Megan’s sexual attentions, and not the more brutal fucking she’d gotten from Jaime Pressly, that had awaken Lucy’s dormant lesbian desires, Lucy couldn’t wait for Megan.
Megan hadn’t known how much she’d been counting on seeing Lucy again until that letter had arrived. Megan had always been a lone wolf, of sorts, at least when it came to love. She took her pleasure from any woman - or man - that caught her fancy, and had never had a relationship last beyond a month. But Lucy’s letters had kept her going while she’d been in prison, and now, on the eve of the girl’s escape, Lucy was essentially abandoning Megan.
So Megan was doing what she did best in moments like this - fucking through the pain.
Even now, as Megan’s thoughts drifted back to the letter, one of Hayden’s hands slid around the front, and three little fingers slid into Megan’s snatch, fucking her as hard in the front as Hayden’s tongue was in the back.
“Mmmmm, fuck yeah!” Megan groaned at the double penetration. This was what she needed right now. A good, solid fucking by a hot chick that Megan wouldn’t fall for. A palette cleanser that would wipe the memory of Lucy off of Megan’s mind and leave the car thief free to think about - and fuck - anyone else she wanted without feeling depressed about it.

[Cindylover1969]

Except it wasn’t quite working.
“Come on, baby, cum for momma,” Hayden said, really working her fingers in and out of Megan’s two holes.
Well, the sex part was working - Megan’s pussy was alive with fire, and she knew from experience that Hayden was going to give her an O that was decidedly on the bigger size. The tongue in her ass was doing things that could only be described as sensational, and Hayden’s tiny fingers were making Megan swoon.
But Megan already knew that when her orgasm came - “So close! So fucking close!” - that her heart would got right back to missing Lucy.
“Come on, Megan,” Hayden said between licks. “Cum for me! Cum for me now!”
“MMmmm FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!” Megan hissed loudly as Hayden crammed her tongue up Megan’s ass as far as it would go, finally tripping the last little switch that would send the taller woman over the edge. Orgasm blasted through Megan’s body like a tidal wave, and she literally slipped off the edge of the bed, her hands just barely stopping her from smacking her head on the floor. Hayden somehow managed to keep her fingers on Megan’s throbbing clit, but there was no keeping her tongue in. Not that Megan minded - she was lost to the world.
That was alright with Hayden. As Megan was coming down from her high, Hayden moved to flip the tattooed car thief onto the floor before straddling the taller, stronger girl’s face. Before Megan could even think to protest - not that she would have - Hayden’s pussy was in her face, practically humping her mouth. Megan knew what to do, and she was licking before her own climax had completely subsided.
It didn’t take very long to get Hayden off. Megan worked her tongue well, and gripped the shorter girl’s shapely backside tightly, holding her close so each lick Megan did ran from the bottom of the blonde’s pussy all the way up over her clit, for maximum pleasure. Hayden was more than turned on already, having enjoyed getting Megan off quite a bit. But now she let her head hang back, and the TV reporter let her eyes close, and let herself imagine it was Troian down there between her legs, giving her the kind of sexual bliss only a woman could give another.
Had anyone put a stopwatch on Hayden, they would’ve seen it took Megan exactly one minute, twenty-two seconds to bring the tiny girl to orgasm. Hayden grabbed her own tits fiercely and went rock solid as her climax shattered every nerve in her body. She hissed in pleasure, and for once didn’t call out Troian’s name, though the lanky brunette’s face was in the forefront of Hayden’s mind. If she had, Megan wouldn’t have minded - and it wouldn’t have been the first time, either.
And then, suddenly, just like that it was over, Hayden carefully getting off Megan, who rolled up on her knees and tried hard not to look at the letter still on her bed. Instead, she turned and watched as Hayden slid her bare ass up into her prison-issue uniform.
“Going commando?” Megan asked, a little surprised.
“Today? Abso-fucking-lutely,” Hayden said.

[Cindylover1969]

“That’s right!” Megan said, remembering. “It’s visiting hours today, and you got a hot date.”
“Yeah I do,” Hayden said. “Thanks for getting me off now, by the way. The thought of seeing Troian again has me so horny, I’d probably be forcing myself on one of the guards before noon if you hadn’t.”
“No problem,” Megan said. “Consider it thanks for showing me that little trick you do with your pussy the other day.”
“Fun, right?” Hayden smiled at the memory. “The least I could do for showing me some of the tricks of YOUR trade.”
“More practical than your pussy party piece, but not as much fun,” Megan admitted.
“Oh yeah,” Hayden sighed. “Troian taught me that, and you can bet she’s going to do it to me again this afternoon.”
“Well, hopefully in a couple days, you and she can be doing it to each other every night,” Megan said.
“Gotta get out of here first,” Hayden pointed out.
“Don’t worry. We will,” Megan said, finally reaching for her own uniform. Maybe she’d go commando today, too. Just because she wasn’t expecting a sexy visitor didn’t mean she might not get laid by another prisoner. Maybe THAT was what she needed to clean her palette - someone a little less like Lucy. Hayden was great, but she was actually SHORTER than Lucy, which admittedly turned Megan on more. Maybe what Megan needed was a taller lover. Or even a dude. She hadn’t had a dude since a couple of weeks before she got the letter from Lucy. Maybe a good thick cock would get her over it.
As she thought that, one of the male guards led an attractive brunette prisoner past Megan and Hayden’s cell. Megan found herself licking her lips.
Then again, there was something to be said about eating another pussy. Especially when it belonged to her shopmate Olivia Wilde…
* * * * * * * * * *
Remy Hadley liked to give their inmates something of a chance to have some kind of a decent life if they weren’t in solitary; for instance, the institution had one of the better libraries among prisons in the US. And even though Blake Lively wasn’t one of the warden’s favoured few, she had been given a job there checking in books and helping the convicts with their queries and basically just sitting behind the desk and looking pretty for the prisoners. This last bit was why she was glad she alternated days with Emma Roberts, who being one of the warden’s favoured few had also gotten one of the nicer gigs in prison (and had NOT been pleased to hear who the alternate was).
She wasn’t sitting down now, however; she was up on one of the higher shelves glaring down at Gabourey Sidibe and Nicki Minaj. The pair, best friends and cellmates serving 15 to 20 for armed assault, just smiled up at her as if Gabourey hadn’t just run her hand along the blonde’s rump. Again.

[Cindylover1969]

“Here are your books,” she managed to say politely, handing one to each lady.
“You know, if you ever get lonely sometime…” Nicki said hopefully.
“No, thanks,” the blonde said for the umpteenth time – this week. “I don’t go that way.”
“Come on, I heard you with Vance – I know you’re colour blind,” Gabourey chuckled.
“You know what I mean,” Blake sighed. “Anyway, you two don’t like white girls.”
“When the lights go out we’re all the same colour, Blake. And this one here didn’t like girls period ‘till she met me,” Nicki laughed as she kissed the short, heavy woman. “You just ain’t met the right one yet.”
“Exceptions to every rule, honeytits,” Gabourey said as the two swaggered off. “Exceptions to every rule.”
“Probably won’t even read them,” Blake muttered to herself as soon as they were out of earshot. “Probably can’t even READ.”
Starting down the ladder, she felt another hand gliding on her buttocks; she instinctively started to tell her to keep her fingers to herself before realising they were male fingers. Of course, some of the cons did have rough digits, but she prided herself on never forgetting hands that had been on her. Anger turned to smiles as Blake looked down on Jase.
“You’re wanted on set, Miss Lively,” the guard said, the smile on his face and the tent in his trousers battling for supremacy.
“It’s time for my break anyway,” she told him.
* * * * * * * * * *
The set was Cell 3849, Block D – known among some of the guards as Alyssa’s Place, because even though the guards had helped themselves to the prisoners since the prison had opened they hadn’t had a place they could call their own until Warden Milano’s stint. She had not only sampled more than a few of the girls and guards herself, but had seen to it that the remote cell was kept unoccupied for just that purpose; it was also the only cell in the entire prison still to be locked and unlocked manually, rather than be controlled with electronics. Alyssa (she insisted on being called by her first name) had been the last person in charge of the prison before she was replaced by Kate Winslet, who had no problems with keeping this cell free.
Vance, Jase and Brad all had keys to this cell, and Brad’s were muffled so the jingling wouldn’t interfere with what they were doing – or in this case, who they were doing. Granted, only one of them (Brad) still had his uniform on, but only because he was the one holding the camera.  Vance, meanwhile, was holding something far more interesting… Blake Lively’s breasts, explaining why he and Blake were both sporting huge smiles.
“It’s kind of a shame there aren’t more guys here,” Blake murmured to Vance as she felt Jase’s lips behind her, kissing her long naked back on their journey down. “We could really have more fun - you