A Detective Returns An Occupant

She needed something to thrust in her.

Slouching slightly Amanda pulled up what little skirt concealed her crotch, rubbing a hand across her smooth hairless pussy she parted the lips and glanced around for something to insert.

To her right on a shelf were some water bottles. It wasn't uncommon to offer one to an inmate while they were detained.

Grabbing one Amanda found shock, and relief as it smoothly slipped in and out of her. She relished the sensation of the bottle as it flared out inside her, how it's ribbing reverberated through her folds, and relished it's withdrawl and repeat.

As her juices slathered heavily across the bottle as she climaxed once more without cumming, she pulled it out and begun lapping the juices from it, her hand already at with with another bottle.

Much like the first the plastic seemed to grow more rigid as it stroked in and out, as she sucked on the first one it grew narrower, and longer.

Before long she was sucking on the sixth bottle to cycle through her, quickly dropping it to the floor and scrambling to sit upright as the room door opened and a new girl shoved in.

Shortly behind her was an annoyed looking detective.

"I'd like to return this girl to cell two." The girl wore tight skinny jeans, then a leather halter top across her modest cleavage, the back of which clung together with narrow straps. Her hair Sat straight in a bob cut, slowly transitioning from black to hues of a bright dark blue and green.

"According to this she's a possible witness. Shouldn't she be placed in private holding?" Amanda asked typing away hyperly eager to resume satiating her growing desires.

Amanda fidgetted with her top blouse button. Thoughts of pulling down the detectives pants and sucking him off dancing in her brain. Images of being fucked up against the bars, sucking on one of the hookers tits, while the others masturbated and the newly returned girl spectated. A hundred scenarios danced through her wanton head...

"Earth to McCrae."

Amanda shook her head bringing herself back to reality.

"Are you feeling ok? You look a little flush?"

I could use a check up, want to check up my skir...

Amanda shook her head again where were these thoughts coming from?

"Uh yeah. I'm.. I'm fine. My mind is just elsewhere. Water bottle?" Amanda responded trying to recover handing one of the dildo shaped bottle from her desk.

She watched hungrily as he took it, glanced at the bottle, it's form infused with Amanda's sexual frustration and desires. The idol was keeping its corruption centred in her, ready to manifest upon the slightest relinquishment of anything for full pleasure.

After a sip the detective put the bottle down and recapped it. All Amanda could think about was giving him a direct taste of her juices.

"We're holding her for possible investigation obstruction. Maybe sharing a cell might help her cooperate." He repeated, Amanda not missing it for some fantasy this time.

Standing up; she grabbed the key ring from the wall and a water bottle. Leading the girl to the door to cell two she quickly opened the cell, guided her in and the locked it.

The detective lost track of his mind as he followed the skirt down the hall. Any thoughts of it not being proper uniform displaced by thoughts of the hips it showed off, and perfectly round ass it barely stretched over.

Amanda, aware of this desired attention dropped the keys, bending over deliberately flaunting her ass, she grabbed them, running one hand up the back of her leg, and peeling the skirt up as she righted herself.

The detective fidgetted with the bulge in his pants as thoughts of just ramming the bare ass crept into his mind.

The corrupted uniform's pheromones growing stronger with each erotic touch, and forbidden thought it's wearer surrendered to it.

"HEY! Instead of having this foreplay here, how about you take these cuffs off." Amanda glared at the new comer not understanding why she felt angry about the interruption of her actions with the detective.

He sheepishly came over and quickly removed the cuffs before practically bolting from the room.

Shaking her head as some of her senses came back to her, Amanda went to the desk and began handing out the bottles of water. Half wondering what came over her, half wanting to have cum over her.

She handed the bottles out individually

One to the gang banger on suicide watch.

One to each of the conscious girls in cell 2.

And then one each for two of the hookers, the third one overlooked.

Amanda returned to her seat, masturbating to various thoughts on how she might, "mistreat" her prisoners.