***
As I left the corridor, I stopped in one of the restrooms that were in the hallway and cleaned myself up a little. In my short shorts, and lacking panties, I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble by leaking cum on my wait out. When I walked out into the main office, I noticed that no one else was there, just the Sheriff sitting behind his desk. The cop was gone, presumably on break. The Sheriff looked up at me as I walked by.
“Get everything you needed, sugar,” he said with a grin. I felt my hands form into wrists in a burst of anger, but took a deep breath. I turned to face him. He was sitting behind the desk in his stupid hat, chewing gum loudly. A manila folder was open on his lap as he leaned back, his chair leaning on two legs.
“Yes, thank you. Very much,” I said coldly, giving him an evil stare. “You know, you don’t have to do this. He’s not a bad guy.”
“Oh, honey, you don’t know what kinda guy he is,” the Sheriff said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Don’t call me honey,” I snarled back. I was so angry in that moment, I didn’t care that I was speaking to an officer of the law. To me, he was just a roadblock in my highway to bliss.
“Now, that’s not a nice way to speak to me. You think that’ll help your lowlife boyfriend out of here? How’d you get mixed up with the likes of that, anyway? You seem like a sweet girl.”
“Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving,” I retorted, then began to turn away again so I could leave this miserable man to his miserable life.
“They sure can,” I heard him say behind me. I looked back over my shoulder and realized the Sheriff was staring at my ass in my cut-off shorts. At first, I was disgusted. Then, I realized there might actually be a way to help cash. The Sheriff had finally realized I could see him ogling me, and made quick work of pretending to study whatever was in the folder. Turning my face away, I pretended to drop my purse on the floor.
“Dammit!” I said loudly, and bent over to get it. I made sure to bend at the waist and arch my back so that my ass was jutting out; as I bent over, I looked over at the Sheriff. He had put the file down and was staring at my ass. I wiggled it slightly and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I picked up my purse and rose slowly, turning as I did. The Sheriff’s eyes met mine and I grinned, biting my lip.
“What have you got in your head now, Missy?” the Sheriff asked in a low voice, now staring at my ample cleavage.
“Well, Sheriff, I guess I was thinking my boyfriend could be in there for a long time, but you could probably help me out a lot by giving his file another look,” I said, batting my eyes and putting on my best pout. I walked over to his desk and leaned over it, giving him a clear view of my breasts. Reaching out, I slid a finger along the top of the folder he had been reading.
“Honey, you are way outta line,” the Sheriff said, still staring at my breasts. I rose, pouting again.
“I’m sorry Sheriff. That was very bad of me. I’ll leave you alone now,” I said, turning back to walk towards the door. I swung my hips as I walked away from him.
“Now wait a minute,” I heard him say quickly. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, still putting on my best sad little girl face.
“Yes, Sheriff?”
“Well, that was very bad of you. You are a bad little girl,” said the Sheriff, standing up. I noticed the lump growing in his pants.
“I know, I am a bad little girl. Maybe you could help straighten me out?” The Sheriff was visibly agitated now. I turned towards him and pulled at the collar of my shirt, giving him a better view of my milky breasts. I walked towards him slowly; as I walked, I moved my hands to the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up.
“It’s just, I’ll miss him so much. I need a strong man around to keep me from being bad. You don’t want me to turn into a very, very bad girl, do you?” I was within arm’s length of the Sheriff at this point, and I pulled my shirt all the way off, exposing my perky, C-cup breasts. I dropped the shirt on the ground and began massaging them.
“Oh, fuck, girl,” the Sheriff said, then grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He began kissing my neck and fondling my breast with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist. As much as I hated the Sheriff for keeping Cash locked up, my body was reacting to the attention all the same. He licked my earlobe and I moaned. Pulling away, the Sheriff put both his hands on my tits, fondling them and brushing my nipples with his thumbs. I shuddered.
“Oh, you are bad,” the Sheriff said. “Maybe you do need a little punishment.” I panicked for a moment, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. The Sheriff grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the desk. I nearly crashed into the edge, but right before I collided with it, the Sheriff pushed my shoulders and I fell over the desk so that I was leaning over it.
“Oh, Sheriff, how are you gonna punish me,” I said, wiggling my ass.
“There’s only one way to punish bad little sluts,” he said. I felt his hand grab my ass roughly, massaging it through my jeans. Then, I felt him pull my shorts down entirely, leaving my ass exposed. I looked at him as he rubbed my ass cheeks; suddenly, I felt a sharp slap against my butt and squealed. Another slap followed, and then another. I was shocked at first, not expecting it, but the more he spanked me the more it felt good; it kind of left a stinging, burning sensation that made me crave another.
“Oh, thank you, Sheriff,” I moaned, leaning forward further onto the desk so he had better access to my petite ass.
“Bad little girls can only be taught one way,” Sheriff said, spanking me yet again.
“Teach me, I’m such a bad little slut, Sheriff, please,” I moaned, crying out as he spanked me again. I felt his other hand on the small of my back, pushing my body down as he slapped me again and again, each time making me want another even more.
“Are you gonna keep being such a bad little slut?” the Sheriff barked.
“Oh, no, sir, I promise I’ll be a good little girl from now on,” I whimpered, wiggling my ass, needing another spanking. I was disappointed when another slap never came; instead, the Sheriff’s hands were rubbing my ass again, spreading my cheeks wide.
I felt one of his fingers dip into my slit, which was gushing at this point with both my own juices and Cash’s cum. I panicked for a moment, thinking that the Sheriff might realize what I’d just been doing, but he didn’t seem to notice. Then, I was surprised to feel his finger slide up to my asshole.
I felt his finger circling it, wetting it with my own juices; he dipped his finger in my pussy again and did the same thing; this time, though, he pressed his finger ever so slightly into my asshole. I realized what was going on and tried to stand up but found I was pinned against the desk by Sheriff’s hand on my back.
“No, not there, please, I’ve never been fucked there,” I pleaded, looking at him over my shoulder. He looked up at me and grinned.
“You’re telling me a bad little girl like you never had her asshole fucked before?”
“No, sir, I swear, never,” I moaned. Despite my fear, the Sheriff’s finger in my ass didn’t feel that bad. In fact, it felt kind of good. He pushed it in farther and I moaned again.
“Sounds like you kinda like it,” Sheriff said. I could hear him smiling from behind me.
“Oh, yes, sir, that feels good, sir,” I moaned as he pushed his finger even deeper. The sensation was a lot different than having a finger in my pussy, but it felt good all the same. Sheriff removed his fingers and I heard metal clinking. Looking back again, I saw the Sheriff pulling his handcuffs from his belt.
“Sir…” I started to say, wanting to stop him before things got out of hand.
“Shut up and I might let your boyfriend go,” the Sheriff replied, in a tone that was no longer so friendly. I knew this was my one chance to help Cash, so I obliged by crossing my hands behind my back. The metal felt cold on my wrists as the Sheriff locked them into place. Then, I felt him pull me upwards; I jerked up and almost fell back into him.
He began pulling me out of the office and in
to the hallway. I didn’t dare speak, in case I angered him. He pulled me through another doorway and I heard low whistles and hooting before I saw anything. The corridor along which the Sheriff was taking me was a holding cell; there were inmates in a bunch of the cells, and as I walked past them they all rushed to the bars of their cages.
“Whoo! Looka dat!”
“Fine piece of ass, Sheriff.”
“Yeah, fuck ‘er good.”
The remarks came from all over, and even though I was mortified by being dragged along, naked and handcuffed, before a prison full of inmates, I couldn’t help but be slightly turned on by the way my body was being exhibited. The Sheriff stopped before an empty cell and pushed me into it. There was a bed, a sink, and a toilet, and nothing else. The cell next to it was empty, too, but the cell across from it and the next cell in the line were occupied.
The prisoners inside rushed up to the bars and looked on eagerly. The Sheriff pushed me up against the bars; my tits were squashed against the cold metal, and the sensation sent tingles throughout my body.
“This is where we put all the bad little girls,” the Sheriff whispered into my ear. I heard him unzipping his pants and soon felt his warm, hard cock pressed against my ass cheeks. My face was pressed sideways against the bars; out of the corner of my eye I could see the man across from me starting to play with his package.
“Yeah, fuck that ass.”
“Gimme her, lemme show her a real cock.”
“I’d fuck those titties til tomorrow.”
The prisoners kept yelling, and the way I was on display like a piece of meat started to get me very horny. One of the bars was directly between my legs, and I could feel it pressing against my clit. Without even thinking about it, I started rubbing against the bar, allowing the cold metal to slide up and down my clit, sending vibrations of pleasure throughout my body. I felt the Sheriff’s cock pressed against my asshole and shuddered; his fingers had felt good, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to take a whole cock into my virgin asshole.
He pressed harder and I felt the head of his cock enter my asshole; my body tensed but then relaxed almost immediately; I was still sliding my clit along the bar and I could feel my pussy getting wet. My hands were still restrained behind me. As the Sheriff began thrusting, slowly, further and further into my asshole I groaned; it hurt a little bit, but mostly it felt really good, especially while I was still rubbing my clit against the metal bars.
“Fuck, she’s loving it!”
“Yeah, fuck that slut!”
The catcalls and yelling only made me hornier as the Sheriff’s cock slid further and further up my asshole. It was a weird feeling, but I liked it a lot, and I found myself timing myself so that I slid down the bar at the same time he was thrusting into me.
“Do you like getting fucked in the ass,” the Sheriff whispered into my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, pushing harder against his cock.
“Louder.”
“Yes sir! I love being fucked in the ass! Please fuck me harder!” I cried out; a chorus of hoots and shouts followed as the prisoners began rattling their cages. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the man across from me had pulled his cock out and was pumping it furiously, watching me fuck myself against the pole while the Sheriff fucked my asshole.
“What kind of girls like being ass fucked?” the Sheriff whispered, starting to pump into me faster now.
“Bad little sluts, sir, dirty little sluts love having their asses fucked, please fuck me harder,” I cried.
“Fuck that dirty slut!”
“Jam it in her asshole!”
The shouts kept coming, and each one made me hornier and hornier. I slid up and down the bar faster now, too, meeting each thrust of the Sheriff’s cock in my asshole; I could feel the way his dick was stretching my virgin asshole. It felt amazing to have his big cock pumping in and out of my asshole while I rubbed my clit against the cold metal bars; the constant yelling of the prisoners turned me on anymore, and soon I was begging the Sheriff to go faster, and deeper.
“Please, sir, fuck my ass harder, please fuck me deeper,” I cried out. I could hear him grunting behind me. In front of me, the prisoner was jacking himself off furiously now, a lecherous grin plastered on his face; behind me, the Sheriff was grunting loudly and thrusting into me harder now.
Each time he pulled his cock away and then pumped it back in I could feel my ass contracting, and his thrusting slammed me into the metal bar, rubbing against my clit even harder each time. I could feel the familiar pressure of a climax building inside me and I couldn’t help but crying out at each thrust.
“Yes, Sheriff, fuck my little ass, please,” I moaned against the bars, to the pleasure of the inmates around me. I could hear the Sheriff’s breath getting quicker, and his pumps got even faster; he was fucking me deeply now, his whole cock pumping into my asshole.
“Yeah, fuck that dirty little slut,” a voice yelled; I pressed myself harder against the bar, relishing each stroke against my engorged clit as the pressure built further and further.
“Yes, Sheriff, I’m a bad little girl, please fuck me…fuck me…harde- oh fuck I’m comminnnng,” I screamed as an orgasm rocked me; I pressed my body harder against the cold bars of the prison cell as my orgasm shook through me, making me lose control of my legs and almost collapsing onto the Sheriff’s dick, which was still thrusting in and out of my ass, each stroke making me climax even harder; I couldn’t see anything, or hear anything, lost in the blinding pleasure of my clit against the cold metal and the cock in my asshole.
“Fuck you slut,” I head the Sheriff groan, and suddenly felt a stream of hot cum exploding inside me as the Sheriff came, released load upon load inside my once-virginal asshole. He grabbed my hips as he came, pulling me against his cock as he unloaded inside me. Finally, he released his grip and we just stood there, his dick still in my asshole, both breathing heavily.
Looking out of the corner of my eye, I watched the man across from me shoot his cum across the cell. I felt the Sheriff pull out of me and groaned as his cock popped out of my asshole. I heard metal jangling and felt the handcuffs release. Turning around, I saw the Sheriff staring at me with what looked like regret on his face. I looked back at him, putting on my best little girl face again.
“Your boyfriend?” He said, his face growing cold. I nodded, looking up at him wide-eyed. He stood for a moment longer with the cold look on his face, then I saw it soften.
“Okay. You know what? Okay. He can go,” he said with a sigh. My heart raced with joy as I imagined Cash running out of his cell into my waiting arms. A moment later though, my heart crashed as I realized what I’d done. What if Cash hated me for this? What if he thought I was just some stupid slut who’d do anything with anyone?
I let the Sheriff lead me back to the main office, ignoring the hooting and jeers coming from the prisoners as we walked. I could feel the Sheriff’s cum leaking out of my asshole and cringed, thinking that it could all have been for nothing if Cash decided he didn’t want me anymore. In the main office, I slipped back into my clothes while the Sheriff disappeared into the other corridor, the one were Cash was being kept. Soon, I heard them approaching down the hallway.
“Special circumstances…bail…insufficient funds for…rigamarole…” I heard parts of the Sheriff’s speech as they neared the main office. As soon as I saw Cash enter, I threw myself into his arms. The Sheriff sighed and took his seat behind his desk. I turned to him, gleeful.
“Thank you so…” I started, but he interrupted me with a wave of his hand.
“Just leave now, please,” he said. I grabbed Cash’s hand and practically ran out of the office, so glad to have Cash back, but also so worried to tell him exactly how it had happened.
***
Once we were in the car and on the road, I didn’t know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Be tactful? Maybe I just shouldn’t say anything at all?
“I’m not gonna ask what you did fo
r me back there, teacup,” Cash said suddenly, making me jump and pulling me away from my thoughts.
“Wh-what?” I asked, fear clutching at my throat.
“I said, I’m not gonna ask what you did. I don’t care. I’m just grateful. I know lots of ways to get around the law and, well, I’m just saying thanks,” he said, looking at me with that half-smile on. I melted in relief; I was so happy that I wouldn’t need to tell him, that he not only forgave me, but was actually grateful. I put my hand on his thigh.
“Of course, I’d do anything for you,” I said, meaning it with all my heart.
We drove back to the bar and promptly disappeared into the office, what I had come to think of as our love nest. I was tired from all the activity at the prison, and I sat on his lap as he looked through some papers. I still wanted to know more: what was the deal with this club, anyway? What did they do? Why was there always so much money lying around?
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