The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 5: The Prisoner
Introduction:
Astarte, possessing Darleen, is thrown in jail and entertains a prisoner.
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 wonderful sensations!” And then her whole hand buried into her cunt.
My cock throbbed painful, begging me to touch it, but I didn’t. She had commanded me, and I would obey my goddess. My eyes were fixed to her cunt stretched open around her pumping fist.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her body bucking, stomach clenching, and her dirty, blonde hair flying around her thrashing head. “Oh, yes!” She shuddered one last time, then she fell still. Her fist came out of her stretched cunt, drenched in cum and her juices, and she raised it to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, licking her fingers clean like a cat grooming herself.
Her silver eyes opened, fixing on my hard cock, and she smiled like a cat, full of wanton hunger.
“Come and get it, kitty,” I purred, standing up.
She stood, sauntering over with a predator’s grace, reaching through to touch my cock, stroking it. Pleasure shot through me. Her hand was silk. She slid up and down, her finger light at first, and then they wrapped around me, stroking me.
“Oh, god,” I moaned.
“Goddess,” she corrected.
“Sorry. Just don’t stop!”
“I thought you wanted my hot hole?” she purred, stroking faster.
“I don’t care. Just get me off! You’re so beautiful! I ain’t gonna be touched by a woman after this. Gonna send me to the slammer fo’ life!”
“Yes, they are,” she laughed. Her hand felt heavenly, pumping my cock like an oil derrick. My balls were about to erupt already; it had been so exciting watching my Goddess fist herself. “Give it to me. I want to feel you squirt on my stomach.”
“Yes, Goddess!” I groaned and my dick spewed shot after ro
py shot of cum through the bars, splattering white on her stomach, mixing with the cum already drying on her.
“So wonderful,” she purred, and she kept stroking, and I stayed hard.
“Fuck, I need another cum,” I groaned; my body still high on my last one. I had never been ready to go so fast. I didn’t even soften. “Let me fuck your hot hole.”
“You want me to press my sweet ass against the bars?”
“Yes! Please!”
She let go of my cock, licking up the line of cum that had dribbled on her wrist, savoring the salty flavor, then she turned and presented me with that wonderfully toned, eighteen-year-old ass. She bent over, her legs spread, and her furred cunt winking at me from between her legs, just begging for my hard cock to fuck her hard.
“What are you waiting for?” she purred, flashing those silver eyes over her shoulder at me.
I drove my cock into her cunt. Warm and tight, like delicious apple pie. The bars rattled as I pounded her cunt, my groin and stomach pressing against the metal, ignoring the discomfort; being inside my Goddess was worth anything.
“Such a tight twat!” I grunted. “Fuck yeah! You feel so good on my cock.”
I reached through the bars and gripped her slim hips, pulling her ass tight against the bars, and I pounded the shit out of her. I had never had a pussy that felt this tight, this wet, this hot. The memory of her cunt was going to have to last me a lifetime.
“Oh, yes!” she purred. “Feed me your desperate passion!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Every time I drove into her, the bars rattled. It was bound to draw the bulls’ attention, but those fat guards could just sit on watch while I enjoyed this sweet, young things cunt. So tight. Her pussy rippled about me as she gasped and moaned like a sex manic.
“Yes, yes! I love this sensation! Make my vessel cum again! Give her more of that amazing pleasure!”
Her words were strange, but I didn’t care. I was balls deep in grade A pussy. My balls were heavy, slapping into her cunt with meaty thwacks, full of cum ready to burst into her cunt. Maybe I would knock my Goddess up. Give her something to remember me by.
“That’s it!” she gasped. “Stir her passion! So wonderful! Such depraved, wonderful sensations!”
Her head tossed about her white-blonde hair as her body shook. Her cunt squeezed on my cock hard, making her pussy feel even more amazing. My balls were tightening, my release threatening to erupt at any moment.
A cell door opened, keys rattling. The bulls were coming and there was no way in hell I was stopping. I pounded her faster, desperate to cum before they could get my cell door open and stop me. Just a few more strokes.
“She’s down here, Mr. Mayor,” the bull said.
I didn’t care who was with them. The President of the fucking United States could walk back here and I wouldn’t stop fucking this sweet young thing. I threw back my head, every muscle in my body tensing.
The guard stepped around the corner accompanied by a beefy, middle-aged man. “Darleen!” he gasped. “Stop him! He’s raping my daughter!”
“Fuck, yeah!” I groaned. The key rattled in the cage. Too late, I was flooding her sweet cunt with a huge load of my cum. “Sweet Jesus, yes! That is some nice, grade A pussy you’re daughter has!”
The cell door opened. I backed away, hands up as the bull advanced, billy club in hand. I fell to my knees and put my hands behind my neck before the bull could take the opportunity to “subdue” me. I could see him itching.
The Mayor of Paris, Texas stared at me red-faced and I smirked at him. Another bull unlocked my Goddess’s cell and she strode out up to her father, hooked her arm into his, and purred, “Let us depart.”
“Er, but, er, yes,” spluttered the Mayor. I watched her fine ass sway as she walked by, my cum running white down her thighs.
“My Goddess!” a man in the hallway yelled. “You got to help me!”
She didn’t answer and, as she disappeared out of sight, a big man, arms covered in tattoos, was shoved into my cell, his hands cuffed behind his back as he struggled against the bulls. But they knew their business and pushed him down onto a cot.
The bull that pushed him in looked down at me, a smile on his face. “So you took a poke at the little slut,” chuckled the guard, then cracked me in the side of the head with the billy club, knocking me to the floor.
Worth it.
When I sat up, the cell was closed and the new guy glowered. “She gave them to me, man. How could it be rape?” he muttered.
“What’s your name?” I asked, rubbing my temple.
“Rex.”
“I’m Jake.”
“Fuck!” Rex cursed. “That damn cop burst in just as I was unloading in the sister’s cunt. The cop claimed I kidnapped them! But she gave them to me! They were willing!”
“Sounds like you could use a cig,” I told him.
“Yeah.”
I pulled out a pack, holding it up. “Blow it out the window. We ain’t supposed to smoke in here.”
“Thanks,” he said, taking one.
“Sure. First one’s free.”
As he lit up, I leaned back and smiled, remembering the Goddess’s tight cunt I just enjoyed. It was going to have to last me the rest of my life. Not with my third strike hanging over my head and a rape charge looming now.
To be concluded…
