ANGIE GETS ARRESTED AND FUCKED – PT 2 – DOING TIME IN PRISON by FrameByFrame

Part 1 – Summary:Angie gets arrested with her boyfriend early one morning, and is forced to give the arresting officer a blowjob. Afterwards, she is taken down to the police station, where the desk sergeant fucks her from behind while giving her a full body cavity search. Then she is handed over to the receiving lieutenant for processing.

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The receiving lieutenant turned out to be a slightly heavy woman of about forty, with a ring of keys dangling off one hip, and a long baton hanging off the other hip. She opened the door and told Angie to follow her. Angie….now dressed in her light blue jumpsuit…. got up from the chair and followed the lieutenant down the hall.

Just before they got to the holding cell area, the lieutenant took Angie’s arm and pulled her into another interrogation room, furnished with a simple table, two chairs, and what appeared to be a folded hand towel sitting on a corner of the table. She pointed at one of the chairs and said, “Sit there.” Meanwhile, she kicked off her black walking shoes, unbuckled the belt around her waist, unsnapped…then unzipped her pants, and pulled them down past her ankles, before kicking them off to the side.

Angie watched her with growing dread, glancing at the door, then around the room….wondering how to stop what was happening.

The Lieutenant laughed and said, “What are you looking for, bitch….no one’s coming to save your ass…you’re mine until I turn you over to the holding cell officer.” Then she walked over to the table, sat on the edge and leaned back onto her elbows, spread her legs wide and said, “Get going, girlie….it ain’t gonna suck itself.”

Angie said, “What the fuck’s going on? You can’t do this….”

“Hey, you didn’t think I was gonna let the desk sergeant have all the fun, did you? Us back office types need to taste some of the sweet nectar that comes through those doors, too. Now, get started.”

Tearing up, Angie said, “I’ll scream!”

The lieutenant laughed, and said, “Go ahead….scream all you want….these rooms are all sound proof. Now, quit fucking around and get your pretty mouth over here.”

Through watery eyes, Angie looked at the moist vagina that stared her in the face, the pussy lips looking damp with juices, and the clitoris looking slightly plump and firm. She had licked a few pussies when she was young and experimenting, but she had no interest in letting this happen. After a brief hesitation, she realized she really didn’t have a choice….but before she could act, she felt a firm hand on the back of her head, pulling her hard into the gaping cunt in front of her. With a resigned sigh, she opened her mouth and began licking the folds of the lieutenant’s pussy….eventually sucking on the engorged nub of her clit, causing her to moan and rock her hips against Angie’s tongue.

“Now open that top and let your tits out…I want to see them swinging back and forth while you suck me off.” Angie did what she was told, then returned to using her lips and tongue on the lieutenant’s pussy and clitoris.

With her knees still spread wide, the lieutenant rested her legs on Angie’s shoulders, then….still pulling her head hard into her crotch….began grinding her clitoris against Angie’s tongue, murmuring her pleasure as Angie sucked and licked. It didn’t take long before the lieutenant growled and moaned, as an electrifying orgasm pulsed through her body, creaming into Angie’s mouth, and smearing pussy juices all over her chin.

“Fuck….fuck…..fuuuuuuuccckkkkkk….aaaaahhhhhh….hmmmmmm…..Oh, my God, that was good….shit, you’re really good at this….hmmmmm…..aaaahhhhhh….you’re gonna do just fine in lock up….hmmmm….”

The lieutenant released Angie’s head, so she could sit back in her chair, as the lieutenant grabbed the folded towel and used it to wipe between her legs. Then she got off the table and began pulling her pants back on, while Angie pushed her boobs back inside her jumper and began snapping it up. As the lieutenant finished dressing, she tossed the towel to Angie, laughed, and said, “Here….you can use this to clean off your face. You don’t want to go into holding smelling like cum, if you can help it….”

After Angie was taken to holding, she sat on a wooden bench for almost three hours before a transport van arrived to take her to the local Greenville prison, where she’d have to stay while she awaited trial….she had no money for bail, so staying in prison was the only option.

With her one call, she phoned her mother, who sounded sad and distressed, but promised she’d come to visit Angie as soon as she could. Angie was placed in a cell with a cot, a desk, and a toilet, where she sat…quietly sobbing….just waiting to see what crazy, fucked up shit was going to happen next.

She didn’t have to wait long….two days later, the walking guard who managed the cell block where Angie was being held, stopped in front of her cell and, through the bars, told Angie that her mother had registered for a visit the next day. Angie had a moment of elation and anticipation….finally getting to see a friendly face after all the shit she’d had to deal with.

The guard chuckled when he saw this and said, “Yeah….that’s everyone’s reaction when I tell them they’re going to have visitors.”

He stepped closer to the bars and said in a menacing whisper, “Here’s the thing….your visitation doesn’t happen unless I approve it.”

As he said this, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his rather large, semi-hard cock. He stroked the thick shaft slowly, then shoved it through the bars and added, “Now get over here and convince me I should approve your visitation privileges.”

With a helpless whimper, Angie moved closer to the bars of her cell, and reluctantly sucked the tip of the guard’s dick into her mouth.

As he stood there, thrusting his hips forward and grabbing the bars with both hands, he ordered, “You better make this good, if you want my approval, girlie…”

Tearfully, Angie picked up the pace, bobbing her head back and forth on the guard’s now fully erect penis, while using her tongue to rub around the mushroom head, and jerking the shaft with one of her hands….hoping to encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to work….it wasn’t long before she heard the guard grunt and push his hips up against the bars, then moan, as he blasted a huge load of hot, creamy splooge down the back of her throat, saying, “Yeah….yeah…. aaaaahhhh….yeah….yeah….aaaahhhhhhh….aaaahhhhh….swallow it, bitch….yeah….aaaaahhhhh….nice….”

Still holding the bars of her cell with both hands, the guard pumped his softening prick in and out of her mouth a few more times, then pulled it out and let it hang between his thighs, swinging back and forth, dripping cum from the tip onto the concrete floor between his legs, as he caught his breath and enjoyed the throes of his orgasm.

Still breathing heavily, he said, “Wow….you got skills, girl….that was nice. OK, your visitation is approved.” Then he tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants, pulled up the zipper, and continued on his rounds.

The next day Angie got to meet with her mother in the visiting room, where they cried and whined about the shitty situation Angie was in. They decided Angie would need a court-appointed attorney, and Angie’s mother agreed to make some calls and arrange for one to meet with her.

The next day, Angie was surprised to learn that she had been summoned by the warden. The same guard who made her give him a blowjob for visitation privileges walked her down the quad toward the warden’s office. As they turned the corner, but before they got to the main hallway, he unsnapped her jumper and quickly reached inside, grabbing a handful of tit. Laughing, he squeezed the flesh and pinched the nipple – hard enough to make her wince – before releasing her boob and saying, “God, I needed that….Now, let’s go see the warden.” Angie re-snapped her jumper over her jiggling boobs, as they continued their trek to the warden’s office.

When they got to the warden’s office, the guard knocked, then opened the door and nudged Angie inside.

“Here’s prisoner number Q38692, as you requested, warden….” Then he left the room, closing the door behind him.

The warden stood up from his desk, and stepped around it toward Angie, who was standing completely still by the office door. Not knowing what to expect, she stood with her hands at her sides, and her eyes downcast to the floor. As the warden moved closer to Angie, he said, “So you’re the new prisoner I’ve been hearing so much about.”

When he got to where Angie stood, he stepped past her and locked the door, then turned and moved up behind her, where he reached up and started rubbing her shoulders.

“I can see what they were saying is true….your tits barely fit inside that jumper,” he said, as he moved his hands from her shoulders to her breasts. With a grin, he unsnapped the front of her jumper and pulled it wide, adding, “Why don’t we just open this up and let them breathe a little….”

Angie stood still with her teary eyes focused on her shoes, as her heavy breasts tumbled out of the unsnapped jumper and wobbled in front of her. The warden….still behind her….reached around and began kneading her boobs with both hands.

“My God, these are magnificent….” he said, as he spent a few minutes massaging and squeezing her tits, while rubbing the growing bulge in his pants against Angie’s ass through her jumper.

Eventually, he released Angie’s boobs, and left her standing where she was….with her jumper on, but unsnapped and pulled wide open, all the way down to her crotch….her heavy tits swaying back and forth in front of her.