2 comments/ 19099 views/ 22 favorites Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer By: Dumpington My name is Linda Morris, and I live in Redwood City, California... AND I'm an employee of the San Mateo County Women's Correctional Center on Maple Street. Oh yeah, and I'm also a lesbian. No, this isn't going to be an inspirational story about my life... you know what I mean, a tale about a girl born on the wrong side of the tracks who pulls herself up by her bootstraps to become a success in life. No, nothing like that. It's just a simple recounting of the sordid fun I occasionally have in my capacity as a self-described predatory-lesbian-guard with plentiful access to pretty women behind bars! Now, I must confess that some of my lesbian friends seriously HATE IT when I talk about engaging in sex with women who are supposed to be in my custody. I've been accused of promoting "male whack-off fantasies," and my writing-style belittled for its "run-on sentences, abrupt POV shifts, and time distortions," to name just a few criticism, none of which matters to me! What I want to do here is simply share with my readers the kind of opportunities that a woman with a taste for pretty young female flesh can enjoy working at a jail designed exclusively for women! First, a little background about myself... I'm 41-years old... I'm tall, have short dark-hair, and I regularly work-out. I was born & raised in San Francisco, 27-miles to the north of here. I've liked pretty girls for as long as I can remember. I still spend a lot of my free time up there in the golden city by the bay, regularly frequenting a dyke-bar known as 'Charli's Place' which is a wonderful hang-out for women like myself who prefer the company of other, preferably submissive young women! I regularly work a four day shift at the women's jail. Most of those housed here have been busted for narcotics, prostitution, drunk-driving, and even some gang-related activity. Female gang-bangers are a scary bunch, but once they're in here we keep them under strict control using the 'carrot & stick' method... rewards for following the rules, and severe punishment when they don't. I really don't like dealing with gang-bangers very much. Prostitutes are more fun, except that they're really not as attractive as films and television all too often make them out to be. Also, most of the hookers housed here have often been busted for drug-use-&-possession, and there's really nothing sexy about a crack-or-meth-whore drying out behind bars. My own personal favorites are those pretty young girls busted for innocuous activities like shoplifting or failing to pay their parking tickets. The really cute ones are understandably terrified when first brought here, and they want to be protected. And that's where I come in. I could easily write twenty or more pages about some of the more memorable escapades I've enjoyed in here with pretty, incarcerated women, but it doesn't get much better than last Friday night, just as I was wrapping-up my ten-hour shift. I spotted the pretty young thing at the booking desk, where Sarah, one of our rookie deputy-jailers, was taking down the newcomer's vital information. The girl being booked was dressed in a short, tight-skirt, with fishnet stockings showing off a pair of dynamite long legs. I interrupted Sarah, telling her to go take her break - that I'd handle this one myself. Sarah obligingly handed me her clipboard and was gone. The pretty young thing had a cute pouty-little-mouth just made for kissing, a slender body, shapely legs, sexy little butt, and short-stylishly-cut-beach-blonde hair... she was exactly my type... anyway, she glanced towards me with surprise and a flicker of recognition. "Don't I know you?" she asked. "Yes, you do," I smiled. "You were out 'slumming' a few nights back with your college girlfriends at a lesbian bar called 'Charli's Place'... I was there... I asked you to dance... and you told me to get lost." "Oh, yeah," the long-legged beauty answered, wide-eyed. "I remember now... I'm sorry if I was rude." "Yeah, that wasn't very nice," I smiled. She looked both frightened and embarrassed. "And what brings you here tonight?" I asked, glancing down at the clipboard. "Let's see... Maddie Olsen... 20-years old... driving under the influence... oh, my... you've been a bad girl, haven't you?" "Please... I was at a party... I only had two drinks... I wasn't driving drunk!" "Yeah... well, it says here your car was weaving when they pulled you over... and you blew a one-point-one on the breathalyzer... that's just over the legal limit, sweetie!" "Please... can I call my lawyer now?" "In time... first I have to book you." Although she had already been searched by the arresting officers, I couldn't resist a chance to run my own hands over her lovely, tight little body. I ordered her to put her hands up against the wall and then proceeded to glide my own hands everywhere and anywhere... along her breasts, sides, ass, & legs. She felt good! "OK, sweetie... arms behind your back." I hand-cuffed her and then quietly informed Martha behind the desk that I was taking this one to the 'special room'... our code-name for the 'playroom' we keep on the second floor. Basically, it's a former-cell-turned-storeroom that we've kind of converted into a 'lounge' to relax in... and engage in an occasional bit of fun with pretty female inmates. Only Martha, myself, and two other guards here are even aware of its existence. I gently gripped the pretty girl by her arm and firmly steered her past the regular holding cells, occasionally stopping to pretend that I was considering leaving her in one of them. Of course, she looked horrified at the prospect of sharing a cell all alone with one or more tough-looking biker chicks. "Please... don't put me in there," she begged. "Isn't there an empty cell somewhere you could leave me that doesn't have scary dykes in it?" "Well..." I answered, smiling inwardly, but outwardly showing reluctance. "We do have a special overnight cell that we sometimes use to house pretty young women like yourself... you know, women who might attract undue attention from lesbian gang-bangers and that type." "Yes... could I please be put in that cell?" "Well, I'm not sure," I replied. "After all, you were kind of a rude bitch to me when I asked you to dance the other night..." "I'm so sorry," she begged. "Let me make it up to you now... I'm really not a rude person... I just didn't want my friends to think that I was gay!" "So what were you all doing at a gay bar?" "We were just curious, is all!" I feigned reluctance, but finally agreed to give her a break, escorting her upstairs to the entrance of our little 'playroom.' "You owe me for this," I told her, and she nodded back gratefully. I unlocked the door, and motioned her inside. "Oh my," she gasped. It was clearly not at all what she'd been expecting. Instead of a cold, unwelcoming cell with a metal bunk and a stainless steel toilet, this one was carpeted wall-to-wall, and with a comfortable queen-sized bed, covered with pillows and a fresh-looking quilt. Right up alongside the bed was a bathtub, and near it was a regular sink & toilet. It all resembled the kind of room you might expect to find at an upscale bread & breakfast, and not at all like a jail cell! I unlocked her handcuffs. "Do you think you'll be comfortable staying in here for the night?" "Oh, yes," she smiled with relief, turning to face me. "And thank you so much!" "Not so fast, pretty girl," I told her. "I'm not finished with you just yet... this may not look very much like a jail cell, but that's still what it is." "Oh, yes ma'am... I understand!" "I hope you do... I've got to go turn in some paperwork... in the meantime, I want you to get undressed and get into that bathtub... I'll be back in a few minutes with a towel and something for you to sleep in!" I was tempted to remain and watch while she undressed, but that was entirely unnecessary, as I'd be seeing all of her soon enough! I walked back to the front desk and signed out for the night. I certainly wasn't going anywhere this evening... my fun was going to be right here! I then went to the linen cabinet for a fresh towel, and then into the evidence room where I found a sexy, skimpy little nightie that had been confiscated from a shoplifter who'd stolen it earlier in the day from Victoria's Secret. And finally I went to my own locker where I kept my toy collection. When I returned to 'the playroom,' Miss Maddie Olsen was nude and comfortably soaking in the bathtub. She looked up in surprise as I entered the room, locking the door behind me. I smiled and then sat down alongside her, announcing that I'd finish bathing her. Before she could protest I pulled out my handcuffs and manacled her wrists to the plumbing fixture. "Is this really necessary?" she asked. "As a matter of fact, it is," I replied. "I can't risk having you trying to escape while my back is turned, now can I?" "But I wouldn't..." "Of course you wouldn't," I interrupted. "Look, sweetie, you're in jail now, and you might as well get used to taking orders... I'm in charge here, get it?" "Yes, ma'am... of course." I then grabbed the bar of soap and began running it all over her gorgeous young body, gliding it over her smooth wet skin, along her shoulders, back, ass, & legs. She looked uncomfortable the entire time, but trust me, it was heavenly. "Get onto your elbows and knees," I ordered. "And arch your back... I want this pretty butt of yours up in the air so that I can give it some special attention." "But why...?" she started to protest, her argument cut off in mid-sentence by the palm of my hand sharply slapping her luscious derriere. "You will do as I ordered, understand?" "Yes, ma'am," she responded, looking back at me with big, soulful eyes as she arched her back and positioned herself as I'd directed. I licked my lips and smiled. "You're trembling," I murmured. "There's no reason for you to be afraid." She nodded, as I then proceeded to sensually bathe her gorgeous body, running my fingertips up her legs and along her beautiful butt without any further objections. "You know, you could be in that holding cell downstairs right now with a big butchy dyke," I reminded her. "And I seriously doubt she'd be bathing you like I'm doing. You really need to show me some appreciation." "Yes ma'am," she whimpered, in a little girl's voice. "What would you like me to do?" "Just be obedient," I told her. "Do whatever I order you to do... and I'll protect you." "Yes, ma'am... I will." I then leaned over and began licking her thighs and ass, my hands possessively grabbing her body as my tongue and lips explored her silky-smooth wet skin. She moaned aloud but didn't move. "Good girl," I said, before then unlocking the handcuffs, freeing her wrists. "Kneel down, facing me." She did, and I proceeded to begin kissing and sucking on her pert, nicely-formed breasts, kissing and licking her tits and nipples. "You're... you're not going to hurt me, are you?" "Am I hurting you now?" I smiled. She shook her pretty head no, and I then gently grabbed her head. "Kiss me, Maddie!" Her arms tentatively moved to my shoulders and around my neck while we kissed long & passionately, my own hands sliding down her back and coming to rest on her curvy little derriere, which I squeezed affectionately. "Stand up," I then quietly ordered. She obeyed immediately. My hands then gripped her bottom, pulling her towards me so that I could run my tongue up and down along her soapy wet pussy. Her hands came to rest on my head as she steadied herself, while my tongue found its way inside, licking and sucking on her clit. "Oh, please..." she whimpered. I laughed, continuing my exploration of her sweet vagina. "Turn around," I then ordered. "I want your ass!" Again, she obeyed, looking over her shoulder at me as I began kissing and licking her beautiful curvy butt, my hands firmly gripping her now by her upper thighs. "Bend over a bit for me," I ordered, and when she complied I ran my tongue up her ass crack, eliciting a full-body shudder from my beautiful blonde captive. I then followed that up by biting on her left ass-cheek. Her loud moaning was music to my ears. "Let's now get you dried off and ready for bed," I announced, allowing her one last brief soak to remove my saliva which now covered much of her beautiful nude body. I then grabbed the towel and began tenderly drying her off, afterward dabbing a bit of perfume on her, before then finally handing her the flimsy lingerie I'd brought. "Put this on." She took the tiny bit of fabric from me, and as she stepped into the skimpy light blue panties, she got up the courage to ask, "Are you going to have sex with me now, ma'am?" I laughed before replying. "Very likely... why do you ask? Does that not appeal to you, Maddie?" "Well, you see... I'm... I'm really not a lesbian." "No... and I never said that you were! But I just so happen to be a passionate lesbian, and I find you to be incredibly attractive... and so yes, I'm probably going to be fucking you shortly!" "Please... don't." By now she had put on the sexy sleepwear I'd brought for her, and she looked incredibly hot standing there in the amazingly skimpy little outfit. "Turn around for me, Maddie... and let me look at you." She obeyed. Her ass looked especially delicious. So did her long legs, slender waist, & those luscious breasts. I licked my lips as I sat down on the bed. "Come over here, Maddie, and sit on my lap," I ordered. She obeyed, but at the same time appeared terrified. As my arms went around her waist, I began kissing her neck and shoulders. "All of this beauty," I whispered. "It's a shame to have it go to waste... and if not me, then it's going to be somebody else... wouldn't you rather have me making love to this gorgeous body of yours than some bull-dyke downstairs?" "I suppose so," she whimpered, starting to cry. "Shhhh..." I whispered into her ear. "There's no cause for that." "I'm afraid." "Don't be," I murmured, nuzzling her neck with my lips. Meanwhile, my hands began running up and down her legs, gently caressing her thighs, before then squeezing her lovely bottom. "Kiss me, Maddie," I murmured. "Pretend that I'm your boyfriend." "But you're a woman," she whispered back, as we kissed again. Her lips felt wonderful. This girl knew how to kiss. "Maybe so," I smiled. "But I've got something that I'm sure I can make you appreciate." I then reached over and grabbed my strap-on-dildo, which I'd brought up from my locker for exactly this kind of occasion. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw it. "Are you going to use that on me?" "Yes, I am... do you think you're ready for it?" "I... I really don't think so..." "Well, I do," I smiled, continuing to kiss and caress her. "You want to make me happy, don't you?" I could see her eyes once again welling-up in tears. "Please... no!" "It's too late for that, Maddie... I've got you here with me in this room... I've bathed you and perfumed you, and now I want to fuck you!" "But... why?" "Well, let's go over the reasons together, shall we? First of all, you broke the law tonight, drinking & driving..." "I only had two drinks..." "Quiet!" I ordered. "Secondly, you showed up here looking incredibly hot in that short, tight-little-skirt..." "Thank you..." "I've got to have you now... it's your own fault... and lastly, I never got to dance with you that night at 'Charli's Place'... and so now that I've got you here all alone with me I'm going to take full advantage of it!" "But I'll dance for you now!" "Too late for that," I laughed. "But... tell you what... if you want to give me a sexy lap-dance right now I'll take it!" "Does that mean that you won't be raping me afterwards?" "Who says anything about my raping you... I've just gotta have this gorgeous ass of yours, is all!" "You're... you're crazy," she objected. "Yes... I suppose I am... crazy like a predatory-lesbian-fox," I laughed, pulling her down onto the bed and wrestling her over my knee where I then proceeded to slap her gorgeous ass a few times while she struggled and screamed. "Nobody can hear you screaming down here," I laughed, eventually pinning her arms over her head and kissing her. Again, she tried to resist, unsuccessfully. "You're all mine, sweet-cheeks!" While holding her down with one arm I then grabbed my handcuffs and swiftly manacled her wrists to the bedpost to keep her from escaping. I then rolled her over onto her stomach so that I could slap her ass a few more times before then leaning down to bite and nibble those gorgeous ass cheeks. This seemed to calm her down. She eventually stopped struggling, and actually began softly moaning while I repeatedly kissed her curvy behind. "You like this..." I murmured. "Don't you?" She didn't reply, but wiggled her butt ever so slightly. "Do you want me to continue kissing your beautiful rump, or not?" "I don't mind it too much..." she whimpered. "You really have an experienced mouth... it feels wonderful." I laughed and continued smooching her gorgeous derriere, covering it with wet kisses. She'd do a little appreciate wiggle whenever I stopped. "OK, Maddie... we've seemed to have reached an agreement of sorts," I said, my face resting on her curvy ass. "Are you ready to take our relationship to the next level?" "Will you promise to be gentle?" "I promise," I murmured, before then biting down once more on her curvy butt cheek, eliciting a yelp and a seductive wiggle. I then got up and began pulling off my uniform, undressing down to my black sports-bra and matching spandex briefs, before then putting on my strap-on while she watched me with widened eyes, still lying on her stomach. "You look incredibly beautiful in that skimpy lingerie," I told her. "You've got a really gorgeous body, Maddie." "Thank you, ma'am." I then returned to the bed, lying down behind her so that I could once again start kissing her beautiful butt, as that seemed to relax her. She responded with a moan and a slight wiggle. "I'm going to mount you now doggy-style," I informed her. "So I'm going to want you to raise that gorgeous ass of yours... arching your back... yes, just like that... damn, your butt looks good!" I leaned down and began smooching it some more. Then I gently pulled down the girl's flimsy panties and positioned myself directly behind her, playfully slapping her butt with the dildo before then gently easing it into her awaiting pussy from behind. She immediately moaned, and then began bucking as I began rocking her back & forth, my hands firmly grasping her by the hips while I fucked her. Her moans turned into bleats as I then began to rhythmically spank her ass while rocking her back & forth. This is what I've always loved doing to pretty young girls, whether they're handcuffed to the bed or not. But yes, I generally prefer them handcuffed. Her body looked amazing from my vantage point, and her hips and ass felt both silky-smooth and deliciously firm under my tight grip. I slapped her ass a couple more times, delighting in her submissive bleats, as she acknowledged my control over her gorgeous person. She was mine. Upon eventually rocking to a halt, I continued fondling & caressing her body before then leaning down to begin kissing the back of her neck & shoulders... eventually sliding the strap-on out of her pussy and lying down on top of her, gently grinding her while doing so. "Now... that wasn't so bad, was it?" She moaned, pushing her ass up against my groin, wiggling it ever so delightfully against my pussy. "That was wonderful," I heard her whisper. I then gently turned her over onto her back so that I could then begin kissing her passionately. As her wrists were still manacled to the bedpost she couldn't move very much, but she raised her head to meet my lips with her own. Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer Ch. 02 We were competing for girls. Yes, I know that sounds terrible, but it is what it is. I apologize in advance for being so politically incorrect & sexist. Hi, it's me, Linda Morris, female jailer at the San Mateo County women's correctional facility, with yet another behind-the-scenes account of what occasionally happens to pretty young women who end up spending the night here behind bars. Earlier in the evening we'd booked two very attractive young cuties... one was a drunken college coed with red-hair who should never have been behind the wheel... while the other was this gorgeous young blonde female stripper from Max's, who had also had too much to drink and was picked up before she'd even gotten out of the parking lot! I mean, how stupid is that? Both of these comely young hotties needed to be taught a sharp lesson. That's where I come in. But before I reveal any further salacious details, let me first point out that this information ISN'T for the enjoyment of male readers wanting to get their rocks off. Lesbianism is NOT a religion, dudes - it's our way of life, and we DON'T appreciate your enjoyment of those activities we engage in when we're alone together with other women! Anyway, getting back to my story... both Abby Nolan and myself wanted these two girls! Abby is another female guard who works here. She's 38-years old, with a husband and two kids, and like myself she occasionally enjoys playing with the lovely bodies of pretty young incarcerated women! When desk-sergeant Martha Owens at the front desk suggested we share, we both instead opted to COMPETE for the two young beauties whom we both knew would be spending the night as the guests of San Mateo County. Yes, it would seem that neither one of us was in a very sharing mood! I'd just like to point out that normally I really am very sharing person, but like I said, Abby is a married woman, and maybe I'm just old-fashioned but I don't believe that married women should be fucking pretty girls in jail while they've got a family waiting for them back at home! Okay, I'll now get off of my moral high-horse and back to my story... After booking our two attractive & young new inmates in for the night, we handcuffed their wrists behind their backs, and escorted them to our secret upstairs 'playroom' on the second floor. The blonde stripper-girl had on this really slutty white tube-dress that clung tightly to her curvy body, showing off her delicious cleavage, delightfully slender torso, and those luscious long legs! Meanwhile, red-haired college girl wore a very stylish little black mini-skirt-party-dress that also did an outstanding job of calling attention to her gorgeous legs and perfect little butt! I held the arm of the pretty red-head, while I could hear the attractive blonde stripper-girl objecting as Abby squeezed her ass as we all climbed the stairs together. Her complaint only earned her a sharp slap on her sexy little rump, as once the girls have been booked they're our property and we can do with them whatever we desire! Still, fondling a girl's ass is a foolish thing to do in open areas as there are cameras everywhere in a facility such as this one. I always say wait until you arrive at your destination before giving into your baser instincts! Glancing down at the clipboard in my hands I read their names aloud while Abby unlocked the door to the special cell. "Marci Dobson... 19-years old... driving under the influence... and Jennelle Lucas... 22-years old... also DUI..." "What is this place?" Jennelle asked, as we all entered our special 'playroom,' where they'd be spending the night. Perhaps I should explain the 'playroom' before going any further. It used to be an ordinary holding cell that was later converted into a storage room. As time went by, a few of us spruced it up a bit, adding a comfortable queen-sized bed along with a stand-alone bathtub... and together with the sink & toilet converted it into a pleasant retreat that a handful of us regularly use whenever we want to take a nap or perhaps play games with one or more of our pretty female inmates! The first thing that Abby & I did upon escorting our two beautiful young guests into the 'playroom' was getting them both out of their clothing and into the bathtub, where we could then bathe them. Of course, they both complained about this, but a couple of slaps to their curvy behinds and they quickly understood that we were the one's calling the shots and that they had no choice in the matter but to obey. "If you don't get out of those clothes," Abby needlessly added, "we can always escort you both back downstairs where I know a couple of dykey biker-chicks who will happily undress you for us!" This, of course, got them to sullenly strip. Both girls had amazing bodies. The red-haired college girl had this gorgeous face and amazingly flawless pale skin from head to toe, while the attractive blonde stripper-girl was tanned & toned, and I was delighted to see a tattoo on her perfect little butt showing a woman's red lips! I love that kind of thing! Once we had them both nude and soaking together in the tub, Abby & I proceeded to begin bathing them. "Excuse me," the blonde girl complained. "But is this really necessary?" Abby & I both responded by whipping out our handcuffs and manacling the wrists of both girls to the plumbing fixtures. "Does this answer your question?" Abby asked. We then each grabbed a bar of soap and proceeded to begin the highly enjoyable process of bathing the two nude pretty women, running our hands all over their wet, soapy bodies! Abby concentrated primarily on their front - breasts and pussies - while I focused my efforts mostly on their behinds - legs, thighs, & those delicious, curvy round rumps. After we had them both squeaky clean, we unlocked the cuffs and handed each girl a towel, ordering them to dry each-other off, which they proceeded to do, looking nervously at Abby & myself while we ogled them with smiles on our faces. OK, make that leers. Once they were done, Abby handed each girl a tiny white tee-shirt and an even tinier pair of white panties, which they were ordered into, and then told to sit together, side-by-side, on the bed. At this point my partner & I sat down at the small table in the room, with me then producing a deck of regular playing cards so that we could get started with our competition, which was straight-up poker, nothing wild - the prize being the two pretty young girls watching us. "Blondie first," Abby announced. "I intend to spank that girl's sexy ass until she begs me to stop." Of course, 'blondie' (also know as Janelle) looked on in surprise & fear as she heard what was intended for her (and her behind), and appeared almost relieved when she heard Abby cuss, indicating that she'd lost the first hand. "It's best-of-three, Princess," Abby informed her. "Don't get too comfortable just yet!" I laughed as I dealt out the second hand. Once again I emerged the winner. "Come here, Janelle," I ordered. "You're mine tonight, baby-girl." The blonde girl got up off of the bed and tentatively approached me, standing alongside me as I then began gently stroking her leg, watching Abby deal the cards for possession of the pretty red-head. "Fuck, yeah," Abby yelled, revealing three queens. "You're mine, bitch!" Now it was the red-haired girl's (Marci's) turn to look apprehensive. "It's two out of three," I reminded Abby. I then squeezed Janelle's cute butt for luck before dealing out the cards, and it must have worked because I won the next hand, evening the score at one-apiece. While Abby dealt out the third & deciding hand I ordered the blonde girl to bend over slightly so that I could smooch her gorgeous behind for good luck, and again it appeared to work as my three-sixes defeated Abby's two-pair. "I hate you, Linda," my fellow jailer whined. "Why do you need two?" "Two girls is always better than one," I smiled back! "C'mon, just let me spank the blonde before I leave!" "Maybe next time, Abby, my love," I commiserated. "Please be a dear and lock the door behind you on your way out?" She flipped me off, but also did as I requested, leaving me alone with the two lovely young hotties, both of whom turned their soulful, uncertain eyes upon me. "Cheer up, girls," I told them. "It's party time... just you two and myself... you can call me 'Auntie Linda!'" "Auntie Linda?" Marci dared speak. "Okay, that sounds stupid... forget it... just call me 'Daddy' instead?" ***** Now, whether or not you've ever experienced a threesome, they can actually be a lot of fun, especially when you're the one in complete charge, as I was. The first thing I did was to order both girls to begin making out with each-other on the comfortable queen-sized bed while I watched. "I don't even know her," the blonde girl immediately objected. "And I'm not a lesbian," the pretty red-head pleaded. "Listen, you two..." I began. "You're in a comfortable room right now with just me... and I'm a really nice person who is ESPECIALLY nice to pretty young girls like yourselves... but piss me off, and I'll take you both downstairs and put you into a cell with a couple of dykey-biker-chicks... I'm positive that I'd dearly enjoy watching what would happen next... but is that what you want?" "No, ma'am," they both replied in unison. "Then start kissing... now!" They both then obediently-but-halfheartedly locked lips for what to me looked like some really half-assed making-out. "Okay, let me show you how," I said, disgusted. I then quickly sat down alongside the blonde-stripper girl, Janelle, leaning in and slowly began deep-kissing her while Marci watched in fascination. I'm pretty good at this kind of thing, and in no time at all I had the gorgeous blonde girl fairly melting in my arms while my hands slowly reached around her back, eventually coming to rest upon her curvy derriere, possessively squeezing it. "Mmmmmmm... your butt feels amazing," I told the pretty stripper. "Why don't you stand up, Janelle... so that Marci and I can both get a better look at this gorgeous body of yours... you'd like that, wouldn't you, Marci?" The pretty red-head nodded cautiously in reply. Janelle obediently rose up and stood before us, allowing me to run my fingertips up her long bare legs while she shyly posed for us. "Why don't you dance, Janelle?" I requested. "Nothing fancy... just wiggle that cute butt of yours... yeah, give Marci and myself a sexy little lap-dance!" I could tell that the pretty stripper was embarrassed to be asked to do this for other women, but seductively moving her beautiful body came naturally to her, and so that's what she did, swaying back and forth while her hands rubbed & squeezed her own breasts while we both watched. "Turn around," I ordered, smiling as I did so, "and show us your sexy ass." The blonde girl smiled back before then executing a slow turn. Her butt looked amazing, as she then bent over slightly, arching her back... her beautiful ass cheeks visible through the diaphanous fabric of her panties... I could even see the red women's-lips-tattoo-mark showing through on her shapely rear. "Strip, Janelle," I almost whispered. "I want you completely nude!" Again she obeyed without hesitation, first pulling off the tiny tee-shirt she wore, revealing her two shapely breasts... and then bending down as she slowly pulled off those skimpy white panties! "Slap her beautiful butt," I ordered Marci, but when the pretty red-head acted as though she hadn't heard me, I slapped it instead. Janelle coyly smiled at me over her shoulder and wiggled her lovely rump right up close to my face. This time I rewarded her with a loving squeeze of both of her curvy ass cheeks. "I think that somebody deserves a kiss," I murmured, leaning down and then planting a wet smooch on the blonde girl's luscious derriere. She blushed and giggled. "If you're not going to obey me when I ask you to do something, Marci," I said, turning to the red-haired girl, "then I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you." I then grabbed my handcuffs and quickly manacled the pretty red-haired girl's wrists to the bedpost. She didn't resist, not even when I then positioned her onto her stomach and pulled off her panties, exposing her own luscious pale butt. She yelped as the palm of my hand came down sharply on her curvy buns, and then tried to pull away, but I was prepared for her efforts and continued to hold her firmly in place. "Grab her shoulders," I ordered Janelle, "and keep her from turning over!" The blonde stripper girl obeyed while I then proceeded to sensually & methodically spank the beautiful red-head, who cried out piteously for me to stop. It didn't take all that many slaps to turn the pale white skin of her gorgeous ass into a shade of bright pink. "Mmmmm... doesn't her curvy butt look just wonderful?" I asked Janelle. "Why don't you kiss it and make it better?" The pretty blonde stripper-girl didn't need to be asked twice. Immediately her lips were all over Marci's reddened rump, along with her tongue and soon her entire face as she rubbed it up against the red-haired girl's gorgeous derriere. Here was a woman who obviously shared my ass-fetish for beautiful female tushies! "Nicely done, Janelle," I said, sincerely meaning it. "I can see that some reward is definitely called for here!" I smiled at her as I ran my fingers lovingly through her thick blonde hair. She blushed and smiled back at me seductively. "Why don't you get up onto the bed and kneel down with your face up against Marci's ass... you can keep kissing it... meanwhile, I want your own butt up in the air... please do that while I get my strap-on!" The pretty blonde looked really hot once in that position while I quickly removed my uniform and donned my strap-on dildo around my lower-abdomen. Janelle's gorgeous ass was raised up & wiggling as if begging for me... while the blonde girl's face continued planting wet kisses all over Marci's beautiful behind... the red-haired girl moaning quietly while all of this was happening! I then knelt down immediately behind the hot stripper girl, mounting her and then sliding my strap-on-dildo into her wet-pussy so that I could begin fucking her doggy-style. Now it was her turn to begin moaning softly as I slowly-but-firmly rocked her back & forth. "Yes, fuck me," she bleated, as my fingernails dug into the soft flesh of the sides of her ass. "Call me Daddy," I laughingly reminded her, sharply slapping her shapely butt! "Yes, daddy... fuck me... spank me!" I could see Marci trying to look back over her shoulder at me fucking Janelle doggy-style while the blonde's face remained planted right up against her ass. Marci's eyes widened in equal measurements of fascination and longing. "You're such a good girl, Janelle," I whispered, continuing to fuck her gorgeous body, alternately squeezing her ass before then slapping it while my dildo went in & out of her pussy, our bodies rocking together, back & forth, my hips grinding her lovely ass. "You're daddy's good girl!" I seriously didn't want it to stop, nor do I think that Janelle wanted it to end anytime soon, but eventually our movements slowed down to a halt, and I concentrated my hands on kneading the soft firm flesh of her gorgeous ass cheeks as we remained pressed up against one another. "I love this ass," I announced, easing my dildo out of the girl and then leaning down to lovingly kiss the blonde girl's gorgeous curvy derriere, licking and nibbling all over her silky smooth skin. I then turned her around to face me so that I could lovingly kiss her pretty mouth. I could see Marci, still handcuffed to the bedpost, straining to watch us make-out. "Your turn is coming," I smiled, turning my attention to the pretty red-head. As I then began crawling past Janelle towards Marci, she immediately pulled back in alarm - big mistake... she didn't realize that beautiful, mostly nude & helpless young women in handcuffs, trying to escape my clutches is an enormous turn-on for me! I grabbed at her ankles and quickly put my arms around her knees to hold her tight, my face pressed up against her bare thighs. "Please, no," she whimpered. "I... I can't... I'm not like that..." "I know you're not... but you're here, in jail, behind bars," I explained, laughing. "And this is what happens to pretty young captive women." "No... please... you don't understand!" Her struggles increased as her eyes began welling up in tears. "Please don't!" At this point, I got some unexpected assistance from the pretty blonde stripper-girl, Janelle, who got up and sat close to Marci and began hugging & comforting her. "It's going to be alright," she calmly explained, stroking the pretty red-head's curly hair before then kissing her on the lips. "We can get through this together, OK?" Janelle then quickly positioned herself onto her elbows and knees, offering herself to me, and urging Marci to do that same. I leaned over to tenderly kiss the blonde girl's pretty butt. I could hear her purring contentedly while she continued to softly stroke Marci's face with her hands. Eventually, I rose up and quietly positioned myself directly behind Marci, allowing the dildo part of my strap-on to come to rest on her behind. My hands then gently began massaging and kneading the pretty red-haired girl's upturned butt. I could feel her begin to relax beneath the firm touch of my fingers as they pressed into her firm flesh. "Are you ready?" I asked, and was rewarded by a slight nod of her head along with just a little bit of a slight whimper. I smiled and then inserted the shaft up into her awaiting pussy. She moaned, while Janelle continued to gently stroke her hair and kiss her. "Doesn't that feel good?" I heard the stripper-girl ask her, as I began to grind the pretty red-head from behind, my fingernails firmly embedding themselves in the sides of her ass. Marci's moaning became louder now, as we increased the tempo... I laughed and slapped her gorgeous ass, leaving a noticeable hand-print, while continuing to joyously fuck her doggy-style! Her body began to buck as I increased my speed, but her wrists, still cuffed to the bedpost, kept her from moving very far. Meanwhile, the pretty blonde girl had positioned her head beneath Marci's chest so that she could begin kissing and sucking on the pretty red-head's breasts while I was fucking her. From my vantage point I could see the flawless pale skin of Marci's back, with my strap-on sliding in & out of her pussy as my hands tightly gripped her ass... and there beneath her chest was Janelle's head, with the red-head's tits now in her mouth. It was a beautiful sight! Marci's moaning quieted down as we eventually slowed to a halt. I then eased the strap-on out of her and began focusing my attention on kissing her luscious butt. As her back was arched, as if begging for more, I then suddenly slid my tongue straight up her butt crack, causing her entire body to shudder with delight. I then ate her out from behind, my mouth pressed up against the base of her pussy. I can't say for certain, but I'm pretty sure that Janelle and I may have converted Marci to full-blown lesbianism that night. The girl was clearly in heaven, with me devouring her from behind while the pretty blonde kept her mouth sucking non-stop on the red-haired girl's lovely breasts. The action continued for another half-hour before the three of us eventually all dozed off, me tangled together with two beautiful nude young women. I awoke near dawn, my face pressed up against Janelle's silky-soft thigh while Marci's head rested on my stomach with my hand cupping her breast. I gently woke up my two groggy beauties and got them both cleaned-up and into a regular empty holding cell where the day shift would find them. I warmly kissed both girls good-bye. Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer Ch. 02 ***** Post-script Normally, once it's over, it's over. After all, this place is a jail, and not the kind of environment where you can engage in long-term love affairs. But a couple of week's later, after our wonderful night together, I decided to check out Max's, the gentlemen's club (aka strip-bar) where Janelle danced. I guess I just wanted to see what it was like and how she was doing. As not all that many un-escorted women regularly patronize strip clubs, I tried very hard to remain in the background, but she spotted me just the same, laughingly running-up to me and giving me a big hug and a kiss! "What brings you here?" she gushed, before then pulling me back into one of the private dance rooms. There, I got a free lap-dance, and while the club had a very strict 'no touching' policy I can safely say that I broke that rule within the first minute, as my hands were caressing her legs and ass within seconds as she performed an incredibly seductive lap dance for me, her gorgeous body right up close to my face. Needless to say, my lips quickly became re-acquainted with her luscious derriere! I remained there till closing time, with Janelle accompanying me home. No, we're NOT a couple, but every single time I visit her club I get the royal treatment, and we've even spent a couple of our weekends together, doing things like shopping and going to the beach. That girl looks amazing in a thong bikini, by the way! Janelle's DUI conviction ended up with her doing one-hundred hours of community service and paying a hefty fine, but she says it was worth it - she learned her lesson about not getting into her car after partying. She also told me that her night in jail was one of the more memorable of her life. As for Marci, while I never heard back from her, Janelle told me that she and a few of her college girlfriends came to Max's one night, where she and the pretty blonde got re-acquainted, with Marci even buying a lap-dance from her. Afterwards, Janelle told me, Marci kissed her on the lips right in front of all of her girlfriends. The pretty blonde stripper-girl told me that they've since exchanged phone numbers, with Marci wanting to get together with her again sometime in the near future. Hey, who knows? If it works out maybe one night I'll join them with my hand-cuffs and strap-on, and we can have a good old-fashioned reunion! Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer Ch. 03 A lot of the people who have read about my 'adventures' as a lesbian jailer working inside a women's correctional facility mistakenly believe that all I ever do is molest the pretty girls locked up here, but that's complete nonsense. I'm actually very good at my job, and even if my superiors doesn't always take notice, my fellow jailers and a lot of the inmates incarcerated here appreciate me. Take last week, for example. This cute little blonde girl serving a 30-day sentence for possession of amphetamines sought-out my protection in the usual way, wiggling her naked little butt for me while I watched her showering, which, of course, resulted in my immediately placing under in my 'protective custody' in the private 'playroom cell' that we guards keep upstairs for our own entertainment & amusement. Anyway, as I was undressing this little blonde hottie a couple of hours later (so that I could fuck her doggy-style with my strap-on), she presented me with some information that prevented a possible fatal stabbing the very next morning. The girl had apparently spotted this tough Latina gang-banger named Mariel Mendez sneaking a shiv (aka: a homemade knife) into her mattress, and the girl then overhears Mendez and two of her 'chicas' planning a breakfast-ambush on an Italian woman named Capelle. Anyway, to make a long story short, I used this knowledge to foil their plans. No, I didn't report it to my superiors, as they would have wanted to know exactly how I came upon this inside information, which might be difficult to explain without going into unnecessary details regarding my off-duty activities. No, I instead positioned myself in the cafeteria the next morning, close enough to this Capelle woman so that when Mendez and her gang struck, I was right there on top of them before any damage was inflicted. It was pretty awesome. I mean, the very second Mendez flashes her blade, I was on her, my nightstick slamming down hard on her wrist, snapping it and forcing her to drop the shiv onto the floor. I then jammed my stick hard into the gut of the large hispanic inmate now grabbing at me from behind, and a second later I swung it down onto the back of the head of a third woman bending down to pick up the fallen blade where it lay on the cafeteria floor. In a mere five seconds I had single-handedly disarmed Mendez and her entire gang, and immediately thereafter several other guards converged to place the three would-be attackers in custody. Of course, the captain praised my alert action, promising to put me up for an official commendation. I, of course, thanked her, but quickly forgot about it. I mean, what good is a commendation? I'd have much rather received a pay-raise and/or a promotion, but what are you gonna do, right? Anyway, a few days later I discovered that Delora Capelle, the woman whose life I had saved, was in fact the wife of Luca Capelle, a high-ranking capo in San Francisco's Lugano crime family. She was here in our facility serving a six week sentence for contempt involving an ongoing drug investigation - I really don't know the details beyond that. But apparently, the mob suddenly wanted to thank me. This mob lawyer named Buscelli calls me at home, and asks me what they can do to show their appreciation for my fast action in disarming the 'Mexicanas,' thereby saving Mrs. Capelle's life. I told him not to bother. I mean, the San Mateo County government isn't stupid, and if they notice a sudden sizeable deposit in my bank account (and trust me, they notice things like that), I'd immediately be investigated for corruption and probably fired, am I right? So anyway, I politely decline his offer, and that's the end of it. Or so I thought. A week later, there's a knock on the door of my apartment on my day off. I open it, and standing there is this beautiful, stunning-young blonde girl, wearing a raincoat and staring at me nervously. "You are Linda Morris?" I nod and she hands me an envelope. I then invite this lovely blonde hottie inside while looking down at the return address on the envelope. It's from the mob-lawyer, Buscelli... To: Linda Morris From: P. Buscelli & Associates Re: Jana Kulikova, your new maid In regards to our earlier telephone conversation, we have refused to take no for an answer, and are offering you this lovely young Latvian woman to be your new housemaid. Her services have already been paid for by those grateful to you for your quick actions of earlier this month. My client checked with his wife, who informed us of your reputed interests, and we believe that Miss Kulikova will suit them to a tee. She is eighteen years old, obedient, and all of her legal papers are in order. Thank you again for your service to our community. Sincerely, Paul Buscelli Attorney at Law I then look at the girl, and she's looking back at me, almost fearfully, before then venturing a question: "Everything is good, yes?" "Everything is wonderful. What's your name, sweetie?" "I am Jana, your new maid. For six weeks." Six weeks. That figures. I stare at her. She's really beautiful. I mean, I feel like I'm standing there with leggy blonde supermodel Candice Swanepoel (I really love her, by the way)... I'm serious, this girl is incredibly beautiful, you know? I shake my head sadly, realizing however that there's no possible way I can't keep her. "Take off your raincoat and have a seat," I say, motioning to the couch in my small living room. Big mistake! The girl removes her raincoat, and underneath it it's like she's wearing super-sexy black & white lingerie outfit - 'French Maid' lingerie, to be specific! She looks incredibly hot! Her body is slender and very fair-skinned to begin with, with these incredibly hot curves... I'm talking nice breasts, a luscious little ass, and killer long legs! I involuntarily lick my lips. "This is acceptable maid's outfit, yes?" the girls asks, looking at me questioningly. I was given it to wear." I nod while signalling with my index finger for her to turn around, and she obediently does so, with her innocent blue eyes then meeting my own. "Is good for you?" "Yes," I admit, again licking my lips. "Is very good!" I then had to excuse myself and go into the next room where I immediately got on the phone with lawyer Buscelli, leaving the girl alone in my living room. "What's the big idea, buster?" "Ah, Ms. Morris," he began. "I was expecting that I might hear from you about now." "Are you trying to bribe me with a girl?" "Absolutely not! Think of Jana as a 'thank you' gift from Delora's grateful family for protecting her from that knife-wielding maniac. There's no quid-pro-quo here! We expect nothing more from you in return!" "Yeah? Well since when does the Lugano crime-family give gifts to county correctional officers?" I asked, adding: "With no strings attached?" "See here, Ms. Morris, you've got this all wrong. For one thing, it's the Profaci family that operates illegal human trafficking in the bay area, not us. But it just so happens that their organization lost the services of this particular young woman to us over substantial unpaid debts, but as we don't deal in women we have opted instead to offer this lovely young girl to you. It was Miss Capelle, the lady whose life you saved, who insisted upon it! She told us how grateful she was for your help, and demanded that we do something special for you!" From where I stood I could observe Jana in the next room. She had somehow produced a feather duster and was already making the rounds, cleaning off my perpetually dusty living room furniture. Her legs and ass both looked incredible in that short little French Maid outfit! "Fine," I announced. "You win. I'll try her out... you know, for a few days, at least." He chuckled, and I hung up. I then sat Jana down on my couch to get the full story from her, trying to avoid staring at her cleavage while doing so. No good. I then forced my eyes down to her gorgeous legs. Damn, she was shot! This clearly wasn't going to be an easy interview! But eventually I forced myself to focus. Yes, she was 18-years old and hailed from Latvia. She had learned to speak English in her school at Riga. This Profaci-run outfit responsible for shipping over here had apparently promised to marry her off to a rich American, when in fact they had instead decided to sell her to either an escort agency or possibly a strip club. But their plans had run afoul of the Lugano family, which is how she'd ended up at my door. The FBI had been coming down hard on organized crime of late, which explained Delora Capelle's contempt charge and jail time. And the Luganos were reportedly big into the drug trade, which explained the Mexican drug-cartel's attempt to ice her in jail. Since that attack, by the way, she'd been safely moved to another, more protective wing of the facility. And because the FBI was now nosing around, the Luganos didn't want them discovering a gorgeous-young-illegal-foreign-girl in their possession, and so they'd gotten rid of the problem by passing her onto me. Now I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. I'm really not about using innocent young girls lost in a foreign land for my sexual thrills. Well, at least not initially! Maybe later. Yes, she was incredibly hot, but I sincerely wanted to help her. And if my helping her eventually landed her in my bed, then fine. But first things first! I asked about her family. She explained that both of her parents died several years earlier, and that she'd been raised by her grandmother, now 70-years old, and still living in Riga. Apparently, some charitable Latvian-American organization had offered to re-unite her with her granddaughter, but only if Jana was settled and had received U.S. citizenship. "Best way to become citizen is to marry American husband," she lamented. "But they wanted to make me sex worker instead." "All men are bastards," I commiserated. "But you're more-than-welcome to remain here with me until we can work something out. I can fix up the spare room for you!" "I will work as maid for you," she offered, hopefully, showing me a timid smile. "You are wonderful woman to help me." She then reached over to hug me. She smelled good! It was extremely difficult for me not to begin passionately kissing her, or at the very least begin squeezing that luscious butt of hers. But I resisted. For now. "When I first see you open door I think you are woman who dresses like man," she gushed, before then quickly changing the subject. "Your place, it is nice, yes? Many nice furniture and appliances." "Yeah, it's all mine." "How should I be calling you?" "Calling me?" "How should I... be addressing you?" "I'm just Linda... and I'll call you Jana!" She smiled in response. A beautiful smile! I then showed her around the place. My apartment really isn't all that spacious. I mean, there are two bedrooms, one at either end, each with its own bath. In the middle, a small living room, kitchen, foyer, and den. Modest by California standards, but Jana seemed to be very impressed by it. "All of this room for just one woman... is very nice!" "I'm guessing that apartments in Riga must be pretty crowded." "Yes, is not so much room." That night, after getting her settled in, I returned to my own room and got busy trying to figure out what to do next. Re-uniting her with her grandmother was an obvious priority, but the only way to do that was to get Jana naturalized. I know what you're thinking. This is California - in this state it's EASY being an illegal! Maybe so, but for some things you still need citizenship, and as I'm technically a member of the law enforcement community, I always try to go about it officially. And legally, the best way I could think to get Jana on the fast-track to acquiring citizenship was getting her married, and the quicker the better. Then it hit me! The ideal solution! I immediately got up and hurried to the guest bedroom where I had just installed her half-an-hour earlier. I knocked softly on the door. When she opened it, she appeared to have just stepped out of the shower, with a bath towel loosely wrapped around her gorgeous nude body! Her wet skin had a healthy, glistening, almost glowing sheen to it, with her bare shoulders and long, shapely legs especially appealing. I momentarily lost all train of thought... definitely a 'Dear Penthouse' moment! "Yes, Linda?" "Can I talk with you?" "I am just finishing shower," she explained, unnecessarily. "You have news?" "Yes," I observed, trying not to drool as I ogled her standing there in that towel. "Come into the living room where we can talk." She obediently followed me, sitting down next to me on the coach, just barely keeping her towel in place. "I know how we can bring your grandmother here!" Her quizzical expression quickly brightened! "And how is this?" "We get married!" Her eyes widened into something like shock. "We get married?" "Yes... you and I!" "But you are woman!" "Yes, and so are you! But we're in the San Francisco bay area, and women can marry one another here," I explained. "And once you become my wife you will have immediate U.S. citizenship status as well as a permanent residence... as you will legally live right here with me!" "This is so?" "Absolutely so! And we can then bring your grandmother here to live with us... I'll even give her the guest room that you're currently using... it will become HER room!" I could see by the furrowed-brows-expression on her pretty face that she was rapidly digesting this information. "Yes, yes... she would be so happy to be living here with me!" "I'll bet we could have her moved in by the end of the month!" Jana's eyes lighted up with joy as she looked me in the face. "And you would make this happen... for me?" "Sure, why not?" I answered, as nonchalantly as I could. "After all, we're both single young ladies of marrying age, and I can even telephone that Lugano-lawyer-Buscelli tomorrow and get him to help speed things up... he owes me!" "But we are just meeting today... for first time," she said, looking at me in wonderment. "You are not knowing me." "True... but think of it as being like an arranged marriage... and those have been happening throughout history, with married couples not meeting one another until their wedding day, am I right?" "So you are saying you are wanting to make me wife?" I did a cursory glance over her luscious body, only barely covered by that little white bath towel. I had to surreptitiously lick my lips before replying. "Sure I would... you're a very beautiful girl... a person would have to be crazy not to want to marry you!" "But I am not lesbian woman." "No, of course you're not, but that's not what's important here. The important thing is making you a legal citizen so that we can bring your grandmother over here to be with you!" I had to be careful with my words, as I didn't want to alarm her, but inside I knew that there was no way I wasn't going to eventually possess this gorgeous young-blonde-hottie and turn her into my own personal plaything, but that could wait. "You are being so very nice to me, Linda," she blurted out. "Thank you for coming up with plan!" At this point, I reached over and gently grabbed her cute little chin, pulling it close to my face and planting a kiss on her on her sexy, pouty mouth. "Just think about it, OK?" She stared into my eyes for several seconds before nodding her head. "Yes... this I will do," she softly responded. I then rose up off of the couch and returned to my room, triumphant that she would come to see the logic in my plan. She desperately wanted to be re-united with her grandmother, and this was easily the fastest way to make it happen, regardless of her personal sexual preferences. I quickly undressed myself down to the black sports-bra and matching biker-shorts that I regularly slept in. As I got into bed I was then surprised to hear a timid knocking on my bedroom door. "Come in," I called, and Jana did so, now clad in what appeared to be a white cotton tee-shirt that did nothing to cover her amazingly long supermodel legs. Her blonde hair was still slightly damp, but she looked stunningly-beautiful. Everything about this girl was just drop-dead gorgeous. I patted my bed, offering her a place to sit down, which she immediately accepted. "I am thinking, Linda," she started slowly, looking down at her knees while trying to form her words, "that I would like very much to be your wife!" Her eyes then met mine, looking somewhat fearful. I smiled, and reached out to embrace her. She smelled 'shower-fresh' and her pretty body felt incredibly soft and feminine in my arms. I then again looked into her eyes, which still had that vulnerable, almost frightened quality to them. "I am so happy," I assured her. "You will make a very beautiful wife for me!" That got her smiling that beautiful smile of hers. "Kiss me, Jana," I ordered. And she did so, blushing as our mouths came together. Her pouty lips felt wonderful pressed against my own, our tongues also briefly touching, and I could even taste a hint of the cinnamon toothpaste in her mouth that I'd left for her in her bathroom. She tasted all-around delicious. "You just leave the details to me," I murmured, still clutching her warm body, my hands caressing her sides. I continued holding her as she nodded in response. "Now go get some sleep!" I patted her butt as she got up to leave, but instead of exiting my room, she turned back to ask me another question. "If I am to be married to you... and to be your wife," she began. "And you are to bring my Nanya here for to live in your guest room... then I am to sleep in here, with you?" "Yeah, that's kind of the plan..." I responded, my heart momentarily sinking, as I suspected that she was about to come up with an alternative sleeping arrangement that would place her somewhere else. "Maybe I am saying that you would like me sleeping in here with you... in your bed... right now?" YES! YES! YES! What I actually responded was: "Sure... if that's what you'd like!" Inside I was exploding with joy. Outwardly, I limited my reaction to a barely-repressed smile. She was smiling back! I was in heaven! As I pulled back the covers and sheets to allow her to slide in with me, she further surprised and delighted me by shyly requesting: "Would you like to undress me first?" I openly grinned and without another word I reached over to pull her tee-shirt up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts to my ardent gaze at for the very first time. All she had on now were a tiny pair of white cotton panties! Her body looked smoking hot! "Over here," I ordered, somewhat huskily, before then tightly embracing her and passionately kissing her on her lips. She lifted her arms around my neck, kissing me back. "I will be good wife to you, Linda," she gasped, between kisses. "I promise this!" "Yes, you will," I agreed, sitting down on the side of my bed and pulling her onto my lap. We continued passionately making out for at least another minute or so, my hands running down her back while also fondling her legs & thighs. Eventually I eased her head back down onto a pillow so that my lips could begin travelling down to her neck & shoulders. She shivered slightly as they then came into contact with her beautiful breasts, with my tongue hungrily licking those delicate, perfectly-formed tits, while my mouth found its way onto one of her nipples. She moaned aloud as I began softly sucking. I switch from her right breast to her left breast, and then back again. Both were wonderfully succulent. She continued softly moaning the entire time. I then rose up and began tugging off her white cotton panties. I wanted her completely nude. Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer Ch. 03 "Roll over, Jana, and let see see that luscious butt of yours!" She obeyed without question, moving further up onto the bed, and lying down stretched out on her stomach over my quilt. She then squealed with delight as my face pressed up against her soft, firm behind, followed by my teeth sinking into her right butt cheek, which elicited a loud yelp as I then began smothering that delicious derriere of hers with warm-wet-kisses, covering every square inch of those gorgeous cheeks with my lip-prints! "I am not believing that you are showing so much loving for my ahzz," as she pronounced it, at the same time arching her back and sticking her butt further out for my pleasure! "You have beautiful ahzz," I laughed, mimicking her accent. "It's fully deserving of my 'affection'... I can't get enough of it!" Her butt really was beautiful, with the kind of perfect, sexy round curves that you only expect to find on those internet swimsuit-models, along with her smooth, flawless, almost-satin-like skin. My face couldn't get enough close contact with her gorgeous tushie, and judging from Jana's joyous bleating, neither could she. "You are like crazy lazy," she laughed, wiggling her perfect rump in my face, prompting me to playfully slap it. "I am loving this all so very much!" "Oh, we've only just begun," I announced, quoting my favorite Carpenter's tune, before then further running my tongue all over the girl's deliciously sweet behind. "Get up onto your elbows and knees, my pretty soon-to-be-wife." Again, she obeyed without question, as I quickly rose up and retrieved my strap-on from where I'd left it in the gym bag lying on the floor. I then stepped into it and began adjusting the straps around my lower abdomen. "It is like you have penis," I heard her murmur in astonishment. "Yes, that's exactly what it is," I responded, ogling her naked body as I applied some lubricant to the dildo in preparation for what was to come next. "Face the headboard of my bed, my pretty wife," I then ordered, "...with your face down and your ass up." Again, she obeyed, with a look of apprehension on her beautiful face. I then laughingly again reached down into my gym bag and grabbed my official jail handcuffs. I figured, why not? "I'm now going to handcuff your wrists to my bedpost," I announced, "as I desire to see you completely bound and helpless." "Yes, my husband," she whimpered in response, holding her wrists steady as I manacled them to the bedpost. I then bent down to lovingly kiss her gorgeous derriere once more before then gently mounting her from behind and easing the strap-on-dildo up into her awaiting pussy. She cried out aloud as it slid in. "Are you ready, my beautiful wife?" I asked, and then, without waiting for an answer began to gently fuck her doggy-style, my two hands firmly grabbing her hips and ass as I slowly rocked her back & forth. I was in heaven! "Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh," she bleated, her back arching as I took her thusly, my fingernails instinctively digging into the firm flesh of her delightful backside. I laughed as I then sharply slapped the beautiful cheeks of her silky soft derriere! "Are you enjoying this, Jana?" I called out, reaching forward to grab at her long hair. "Are you enjoying getting fucked by your new lesbian hubby?" "Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes," she responded, in rhythm with our strap-on lovemaking. "I am loving being fucked by you!" Again I laughed aloud as I continued to enjoy using her perfect body... our hips moving back and forth in unison, my hands occasionally slapping her beautiful butt just to hear her squealing in response. At one point she rose up onto her hands and knees, her butt still pressed tightly against my groin, but I then slowly pushed her head back down onto the pillow. "I want you face down," I hissed. "I think it makes you appear more submissive for me." She didn't answer back, except with a delicious little wiggle of that luscious, curvy behind, as I continued fucking her. Her low moaning indicated that she was more-than-happy with playing the role of my obedient & submissive playtoy. As I continued rocking her back and forth, my dildo plunging deeper now into her pussy, I gently spoke while man hands caressed & squeezed her back and thighs. "This is how I desire you... every night," I whispered, "completely nude... with this lovely ass of yours presented to me for my pleasure and enjoyment." "Yes... yes... yes... I am all for you, Linda... my husband... my ahzz is all for you!" My hands lovingly squeezed & patted her gorgeous butt in reply. Eventually, after we had both reached climax, pretty-much within seconds of one another, I slowed our mutual rocking to a complete stop, and tugged gently on her hair so that she rose up once again onto her hands and knees. I then leaned over to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, my dildo still inside of her. I could see that she was softly sobbing. She turned her head around to face my own, at which point I could see that they were not tears of pain -- only of pure pleasure. I kissed her passionately. I then eased the dildo out of her pussy and proceeded to once again plant kisses all over that delicious rump of hers, which she kept wiggling seductively as if begging for more. And I was more-than-happy to give. Soon after she was in my arms again. I had unlocked the handcuffs and was holding her possessively, kissing her lips, face, and neck. It was now past time for bed, but as she was by now completely covered with my saliva, I gently carried her into my bathroom to quickly bathe her in my tub. Of course, it was during this time that I bent her over and then sucked on her gorgeous pussy from behind, which tasted slightly soapy but was otherwise exquisite. Jana slept nude beside me in my bed that night, and when we awoke the next morning she greeted me with an excited kiss. "I was afraid it was all only beautiful dream," she sighed, "but you are here still with me!" "Yes, I am," I laughed, before then starting to kiss her all over again, my hand affectionately squeezing her gorgeous ass! I could see my strap-on where I'd left it, the night before, atop my dresser. Jana could see it lying there, as well. "Do you want I should bring it to you, husband?" she asked, coyly, with a mischevious twinkle in her eye. "Only if you crawl over to get it on your hands & knees, my pretty wife," I responded, "so that I can watch your gorgeous ass swaying back and forth." I squeezed her butt as I spoke, before then leaning down to tenderly smooch it. She moaned softly and bent over slightly to give be better access, which I took advantage of. "I do so love this beautiful butt!" I then playfully slapped it. She laughed and proceeded to get down onto her hands & knees and slowly crawl to my dresser, seductively wiggling that incredibly beautiful butt of hers for my enjoyment, and then, upon her return even helping me to put my strap-on on around my lower waist and adjust the straps. I rewarded her by again sensually covering her gorgeous ass cheeks with kisses before then positioning her onto my bed with her ass-up and face-down for yet another round of doggy-style lesbian sex. And, once again, she squealed with delight! I loved it, as well! That afternoon, after making a couple of quick phone calls, Jana and I went to the county courthouse and officially got married. I know some of the people there, so it was no big deal getting Judge Tolliver to do the job. My beautiful bride wore a very short white dress that really showed off those shapely long legs of hers, while I had on the closest thing I own to a suit. *********************************************** POSTSCRIPT My co-workers at the jail were stunned to learn that I'd actually gotten married, until they got a look at Jana, at which point they understood perfectly! By the end of the month, Jana's grandmother had flown in from Latvia and had moved in with us. I think that dear old Nanya was initially suspicious of me, wondering why a woman was marrying her beautiful granddaughter, but her suspicions didn't last. For one thing, she fell immediately in love with the bay area, she loved my apartment, and she especially loved having her own room, which she thought to be quite luxurious. Also, she REALLY loved the big-screen television I bought for her! Nanya is crazy for American TV, especially game shows. "Family Feud" and "Big Money" are her favorites ("Big Money" is Nanya's name for "Wheel of Fortune.") But most of all, Nanya loves being again with Jana, and she came to see that her beautiful granddaughter loves being with me, and that I love her dearly in return. We make eachother joyously happy! Soon Nanya was even fondly referring to me as her 'lesbian grandson.' She quickly appointed herself as my apartment's official housekeeper and cook, and my beautiful bride and I were treated like royalty. Her food is delicious, and she cooks healthy meals, promising me that she would keep Jana "slender and beautiful, as she is now!" OK, I know that some of you are going to ask me if I still occasionally play with the incarcerated young women at the San Mateo County jail, and the answer is perhaps... maybe... I don't know... actually, it's really none of you business, now, is it? The truth is, none of the girls there are anyway near as beautiful as Jana, so the answer right now is a definite NO. Besides, my gorgeous bride occasionally role-plays sexy scenarios with me, like when she pretends to be a pretty girl caught driving recklessly who's arrested by a tough, butchy lesbian cop (aka: ME), and finds herself getting strip-searched, spanked, and taken doggy-style by a strap-on wearing lezzie-cop! She's also enjoyed playing the role of a beautiful call-girl (she looks AWESOME in skimpy hooker-outfits, by the way), who gets handcuffed, spanked, and taken doggy-style by a lesbian jailer (aka: ME). Trust me, that scenario's never going to get old anytime soon! And if and when it does, I've already got another one in mind involving a police bust on a stripper bar... three guesses who plays the pretty stripper? Linda Morris - Lesbian Jailer "You're a fantastic lover," she sighed. "You're not so bad yourself," I responded, with a smile, before then kissing my way down to her neck & shoulders, before then yanking off the skimpy bra covering her luscious tits so that I could then concentrate on those sexy, perfectly-formed breasts, which I devoured... licking, kissing, & sucking on them! Again, I had her squirming and bucking her gorgeous young body as the pleasure of being enjoyed like this, by another woman, consumed her. My mouth then nibbled, kissed, & licked its way down her firm, taut stomach and was soon pressed up against her pussy, causing her to squeal with delight. "You have an amazing mouth," she told me, after I finally came up for air. "I never knew it could be like this... having sex with another woman... being fucked like this... it's all so incredible!" "You're welcome," I laughed, getting up and gazing down at her beautiful nude young body. "You're not afraid of me anymore?" She blushed. "Are you going to be leaving me now?" "No... I'm all signed out for the evening," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her. "Would you like me to stay with you?" "Could you... please?" "Of course I can," I laughed. "But let me get my keys so that I can unlock those handcuffs... your arms must be pretty uncomfortable right now." "No... not at all," she whispered. "I kind of like being like this." I smiled and then started kissing her again. We both then fell asleep together, my arms possessively holding her, although I awoke in the middle of the night and once again positioned her onto her face & knees so that I could fuck her again doggy-style. Her moaning indicated that she was fine with it. ***** At 6:00 am I awoke her a second time, this time so that I could move her to an unoccupied holding cell so that the day-shift wouldn't wonder where she'd disappeared to when they did their morning rounds. "Your lawyer should be here within the hour," I told her, "to get you out of here." "Thank you, Linda," she whispered. "For everything." "It was my pleasure, Maddie," I responded, meaning that sincerely. "Will I be seeing you again?" "I don't know... do you think you'll ever return to 'Charli's Place' without your stuck-up girlfriends?" She blushed. "I don't know... maybe... but, if I do... will you ask me to dance?" "You can count on it," I replied. We both smiled warmly at one another before softly kissing good-bye. I squeezed her ass one last time. She laughed.